CHAPTER 4
Angel quickly overtook the small blue Ford car in front of him and immediately swerved to the left to avoid the oncoming red van. Pressing his foot harder on the accelerator he sped swiftly down the somewhat empty streets of LA.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he studied Wesley silently. His skin was pale and taunt, almost expressionless, his cheeks were stained with dried tear tracks and he was shaking. To Angel, he looked broken. He had never seen the English man so tired and crushed before and the vampire didn't know how to help him, he just hoped that when they got to the hospital everything would work out to be ok.
The only noticeable sign of life in Wesley was the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. He had pulled Elizabeth's body onto his lap and securely held her to him, it was a position he had often took with her when she was a little girl.
Even though Wesley sat perfectly still, thousands of thoughts ran through his brain but only one kept repeating itself over and over again and he prayed to god that it was wrong.
He had always sworn that he would protect her and shield her from them and if they had done this . . . if *they* were responsible for this, then not even the powers could protect him from his wrath.
He had grown up with that life. He had taken the abuse-both the insults and the physical blows. He had believed the words that were shouted at him and he had always thought that he had deserved the punishments that were given to him. He had always been the useless one . . . the failure . . . the disappointment . . . the one that brought constant shame on the family.
He was the black sheep, the disgrace and the mistake . . . but not Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had been the opposite; she had been the star in their eyes. Where Wesley had failed his sister had succeeded.
From a very early age their childhood's had been stripped from them and they had been placed in an environment of constant studying and learning. At the age of three they had been forced to participate in training-both at home and a watcher school. The atmospheres had been very strict and childish antics were frowned upon. Clumsiness, forgetfulness and sluggish learners had been punished harshly and that had often been Wesley at a young age.
A young child should never have been treated that way, and Wesley had always ensured that Elizabeth still had fun in her childish years. His youth had been ripped from him and he made sure that Elizabeth's had not.
Elizabeth had always been a very energetic child, full of enthusiasm and childish joy and Wesley had give her all the love that he possessed, more than enough to compensate for their parents lack of affection.
He had sheltered her from their harsh words, protected her when she had made a mistake and he had willingly taken the blame for everything that he could.
He had helped he in her studies when she was lagging behind and give her access to his own work and investigations. Under his careful eye and loving care, she had flourished and became the top of her class.
Their parents had been so proud of Elizabeth and their father had never again tried to slate her with angry words or punishments that she didn't deserve.
The years had passed and she had become smarter, more brave and a little bit more daring. She was everything a daughter should be and when Wesley left for America, he knew that the sixteen-year-old would be safe and cared for. He had been reassured that no harm would come to her from her family's hands.
Looking down at the girl in his arms, he was once again filled with self- hatred, it was all his fault . . .it always was.
He should have been there to protect her.
And poor Elizabeth had once again suffered for his actions.
He swore to himself that he would not repeat the same mistakes twice .
He wouldn't fail again . . . he die first.
~~*I wanted to thank the following for their reviews: Angel_Iiy, Kai, Alli, Shahid, Pewwy, Tariq, Queen L, ChasingAngel. So THANK YOU ALL!*~~
I know it's taken me a while to update but I really don't want to rush this story. This chapter is all about their childhood's and how they grew up!
Angel quickly overtook the small blue Ford car in front of him and immediately swerved to the left to avoid the oncoming red van. Pressing his foot harder on the accelerator he sped swiftly down the somewhat empty streets of LA.
Glancing in the rear-view mirror, he studied Wesley silently. His skin was pale and taunt, almost expressionless, his cheeks were stained with dried tear tracks and he was shaking. To Angel, he looked broken. He had never seen the English man so tired and crushed before and the vampire didn't know how to help him, he just hoped that when they got to the hospital everything would work out to be ok.
The only noticeable sign of life in Wesley was the steady beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. He had pulled Elizabeth's body onto his lap and securely held her to him, it was a position he had often took with her when she was a little girl.
Even though Wesley sat perfectly still, thousands of thoughts ran through his brain but only one kept repeating itself over and over again and he prayed to god that it was wrong.
He had always sworn that he would protect her and shield her from them and if they had done this . . . if *they* were responsible for this, then not even the powers could protect him from his wrath.
He had grown up with that life. He had taken the abuse-both the insults and the physical blows. He had believed the words that were shouted at him and he had always thought that he had deserved the punishments that were given to him. He had always been the useless one . . . the failure . . . the disappointment . . . the one that brought constant shame on the family.
He was the black sheep, the disgrace and the mistake . . . but not Elizabeth.
Elizabeth had been the opposite; she had been the star in their eyes. Where Wesley had failed his sister had succeeded.
From a very early age their childhood's had been stripped from them and they had been placed in an environment of constant studying and learning. At the age of three they had been forced to participate in training-both at home and a watcher school. The atmospheres had been very strict and childish antics were frowned upon. Clumsiness, forgetfulness and sluggish learners had been punished harshly and that had often been Wesley at a young age.
A young child should never have been treated that way, and Wesley had always ensured that Elizabeth still had fun in her childish years. His youth had been ripped from him and he made sure that Elizabeth's had not.
Elizabeth had always been a very energetic child, full of enthusiasm and childish joy and Wesley had give her all the love that he possessed, more than enough to compensate for their parents lack of affection.
He had sheltered her from their harsh words, protected her when she had made a mistake and he had willingly taken the blame for everything that he could.
He had helped he in her studies when she was lagging behind and give her access to his own work and investigations. Under his careful eye and loving care, she had flourished and became the top of her class.
Their parents had been so proud of Elizabeth and their father had never again tried to slate her with angry words or punishments that she didn't deserve.
The years had passed and she had become smarter, more brave and a little bit more daring. She was everything a daughter should be and when Wesley left for America, he knew that the sixteen-year-old would be safe and cared for. He had been reassured that no harm would come to her from her family's hands.
Looking down at the girl in his arms, he was once again filled with self- hatred, it was all his fault . . .it always was.
He should have been there to protect her.
And poor Elizabeth had once again suffered for his actions.
He swore to himself that he would not repeat the same mistakes twice .
He wouldn't fail again . . . he die first.
~~*I wanted to thank the following for their reviews: Angel_Iiy, Kai, Alli, Shahid, Pewwy, Tariq, Queen L, ChasingAngel. So THANK YOU ALL!*~~
I know it's taken me a while to update but I really don't want to rush this story. This chapter is all about their childhood's and how they grew up!