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CHAPTER 3
Angel retreated back to the shadows and watched. His stony gaze firmly fixed upon Wesley and the unfamiliar girl . . . Elizabeth, the watcher had whispered.
Even though the girl was badly beaten and her face covered in bruises and swelling, Angel started to notice small similarities between the two huddled mortals on the floor.
At first the familiar scent had confused him but now he recognised it as being a part of Wesley. She carried the familiar scent of kin. A child born of his blood, a sister.
And now the familiarities became clearer and clearer. They had the same full fair hair, thick and slightly wavy, the only difference being that the girl had more golden streaks making her hair seem slightly fairer. However, its unkempt and dirty tresses dulled the remaining gold into a dusty blonde.
She had the same polite English accent, full of hidden knowledge and uncertainty. The same nervous stutter left her lips when she spoke and the sheer determination behind each spoken word was identical.
Even in pain she stood her ground, full of dignity and stubbornness, head held high, back straight and shoulders squared, the same stance that Wesley often used.
Her eyes, even dulled with fatigue and pain, were still a snapping blue in shade, a colour he had gazed into many times before.
Her skin, fair and pale despite the heavy bruising was both smooth and flawless. The tanned glow that normally covered a humans skin was absent as though the girl had shied away from sunlight for most of her life.
Her build and height, however very feminine, still reminded him of that of the blonde watcher. Her height almost identical and her body compact and slightly small. She looked both thin and delicate and yet had curves in all the right places.
Angel frowned as he tried to puzzle out what could have happened to hurt this young child so much. She looked both starved and beaten within an inch of her life. It looked as though her hair had been brutally cut in an act to humiliate her. Her clothes were not anything that a normal teenager would wear by choice and it seemed to Angel that whoever had done this had done it in order to strip away her personality. Her skin, a very pale shade, was a sign of being away from direct light for a number of days.
Listening closely, Angel studied the girls heart beat and was relieved to hear it beat steadily and evenly. Whatever had hurt her obviously hadn't effected the natural rhythms of her body. Both her breathing and heart rate resembled that of a deep sleeper.
Whatever had happened, he knew that she should be taken directly to the hospital. She was exhausted, possibly suffering from malnutrition and some of her cuts and bruises obviously needed medical attention.
Quickly, Angel walked over to Wesley and the fallen girl. Reaching out slowly, as not to frightened the distraught watcher, he placed his hand gently on his shoulder and began to speak. "We need to get her to the hospital"
When there was no reaction he tried again, slightly shaking the man below him. "Wesley, Wesley!"
When there was still no reaction Angel grabbed the sobbing man roughly and shook him harshly. "Wesley . . . look at me!" he demanded.
As startled and grief stricken blue eyes met his own dark brown he set a grim look on his face and spoke calmly and reassuringly. "Wesley, we have to get her to the hospital. They'll be able to help her. You do want that . . . right?"
The blonde watcher, looked helplessly at the vampire before returning his gaze to his fallen sister, taking a deep breath he set his shoulders in determination and resolve. "Yes . . ." He spoke calmly "We must get Elizabeth to the hospital immediately. Do fetch the car keys, we need to hurry" And with that he stood, lifting the frail girl with him, he held her securely and firmly to his chest as he walked.
Angel nodded as he quickly grabbed the keys from the desk and followed Wesley out of the door and into the night. He was silently glad that the sun had set an hour ago. There was no way that the watcher could have driven in the state that he was in. Only shock, determination and desperation allowed him to carry her body effortlessly without help.
At that moment the only thought passing through Wesley's mind was to protect his youngest sibling and to get her to safety. He knew instinctively that Angel would help to get her there.
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Shmeggy: I am planning on keep writing. Ive had writers block so that's why it took me so long to update
Queen L: Heres the next part. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad that you liked it enough to beg me to keep writing :o)
CHAPTER 3
Angel retreated back to the shadows and watched. His stony gaze firmly fixed upon Wesley and the unfamiliar girl . . . Elizabeth, the watcher had whispered.
Even though the girl was badly beaten and her face covered in bruises and swelling, Angel started to notice small similarities between the two huddled mortals on the floor.
At first the familiar scent had confused him but now he recognised it as being a part of Wesley. She carried the familiar scent of kin. A child born of his blood, a sister.
And now the familiarities became clearer and clearer. They had the same full fair hair, thick and slightly wavy, the only difference being that the girl had more golden streaks making her hair seem slightly fairer. However, its unkempt and dirty tresses dulled the remaining gold into a dusty blonde.
She had the same polite English accent, full of hidden knowledge and uncertainty. The same nervous stutter left her lips when she spoke and the sheer determination behind each spoken word was identical.
Even in pain she stood her ground, full of dignity and stubbornness, head held high, back straight and shoulders squared, the same stance that Wesley often used.
Her eyes, even dulled with fatigue and pain, were still a snapping blue in shade, a colour he had gazed into many times before.
Her skin, fair and pale despite the heavy bruising was both smooth and flawless. The tanned glow that normally covered a humans skin was absent as though the girl had shied away from sunlight for most of her life.
Her build and height, however very feminine, still reminded him of that of the blonde watcher. Her height almost identical and her body compact and slightly small. She looked both thin and delicate and yet had curves in all the right places.
Angel frowned as he tried to puzzle out what could have happened to hurt this young child so much. She looked both starved and beaten within an inch of her life. It looked as though her hair had been brutally cut in an act to humiliate her. Her clothes were not anything that a normal teenager would wear by choice and it seemed to Angel that whoever had done this had done it in order to strip away her personality. Her skin, a very pale shade, was a sign of being away from direct light for a number of days.
Listening closely, Angel studied the girls heart beat and was relieved to hear it beat steadily and evenly. Whatever had hurt her obviously hadn't effected the natural rhythms of her body. Both her breathing and heart rate resembled that of a deep sleeper.
Whatever had happened, he knew that she should be taken directly to the hospital. She was exhausted, possibly suffering from malnutrition and some of her cuts and bruises obviously needed medical attention.
Quickly, Angel walked over to Wesley and the fallen girl. Reaching out slowly, as not to frightened the distraught watcher, he placed his hand gently on his shoulder and began to speak. "We need to get her to the hospital"
When there was no reaction he tried again, slightly shaking the man below him. "Wesley, Wesley!"
When there was still no reaction Angel grabbed the sobbing man roughly and shook him harshly. "Wesley . . . look at me!" he demanded.
As startled and grief stricken blue eyes met his own dark brown he set a grim look on his face and spoke calmly and reassuringly. "Wesley, we have to get her to the hospital. They'll be able to help her. You do want that . . . right?"
The blonde watcher, looked helplessly at the vampire before returning his gaze to his fallen sister, taking a deep breath he set his shoulders in determination and resolve. "Yes . . ." He spoke calmly "We must get Elizabeth to the hospital immediately. Do fetch the car keys, we need to hurry" And with that he stood, lifting the frail girl with him, he held her securely and firmly to his chest as he walked.
Angel nodded as he quickly grabbed the keys from the desk and followed Wesley out of the door and into the night. He was silently glad that the sun had set an hour ago. There was no way that the watcher could have driven in the state that he was in. Only shock, determination and desperation allowed him to carry her body effortlessly without help.
At that moment the only thought passing through Wesley's mind was to protect his youngest sibling and to get her to safety. He knew instinctively that Angel would help to get her there.
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