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A/N: I hopefully wasn't too long updating this. Thanks for all of you who are bearing with me and who reviewed. Dream Writer 4 Life, miss.pebbles and Agent 13, you guys rock!! Thanks as well to my betta Dream Writer 4 Life. Any way, enough of this mindless ramberling and on with the next chapter. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
She sat staring at the barred window. This was something she did most days. She would just stare at it for hours, thinking, plotting. And she would often try to escape. She never got very far before she was dragged back, but it didn't stop her from trying. Her number of attempts had become less and less over the years, but she hadn't given up yet. As long as she was still kept there she would never give up. Those were probably the things he admired most about his sister: her hope and determination.
She didn't turn when the door opened and Sark entered the room carrying a tray of food; she kept on looking straight ahead. He knew that she was aware that someone was in the room with her. He knew that she had probably guessed that it was him. And she knew what his return meant. But she continued to stare at the window, ignoring what was going on around her, pretending to be deaf and blind to the world. He placed the tray down on the table.
"I've brought your lunch."
Again she didn't look. Sark sighed and poured wine into the two glasses. He didn't know why he had bothered saying that; it wasn't as if he was expecting her to thank him. But he always insisted on bringing her meals to her when he was around. She despised him at first, swearing and attacking him, but over time she'd warmed to him. Sometimes they would talk about things, making up for all the years they were separated. Forming a 'normal' brother and sister relationship. It hurt now when she blanked him. But he didn't let it show.
"She's here isn't she?" Sydney asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes. She's safe. She's staying at my home for now."
Sydney laughed bitterly and shook her head slightly. She still refused to look at him.
"How could she possible be safe when she's in the same country as our mother, let alone 10 miles away?"
"What other choice did I have? If I hadn't brought her here, then someone else would have. And Irin-our mother would have had me killed. Probably you as well," Sark replied simply, taking a sip of wine.
These words caused Sydney to look at him. "But if there was a chance that Kate would still be free and safe, wouldn't it be worth it?" She asked him. "I know I would be willing to risk it. Wouldn't you?"
Sark said nothing. Instead he looked away and sipped more of his wine.
"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot. Mr Sark doesn't care about anyone but himself," She mocked. "He has no life, no feelings, no emotions. He's just a cold- blooded murderer."
These words hit a nerve. Sark spun around to face her, his mask betraying him and letting his rage show.
"Do you think that I wanted this life? Do you think that I used to dream of killing people as a boy? DO YOU?" He demanded, his voice and eyes burning. "I had a life once. I had a future once. I had everything once. I was going to have a life with Siobhan..."
He cut himself off, regretting the words, which had just left his mouth. He looked away again, forcing himself to regain control, to lock up his emotions again. Sydney stared at him in shock. After all these years she'd known him, she'd never seen him loose control before. She'd never been able to penetrate his armour before. She'd never seen him show raw emotion. She'd never seen him look so, so human.
"Who's Siobhan?" She asked gently.
"You better eat your lunch before it gets cold," Sark replied flatly.
"Liam, who's Siobhan?" She tried again.
He looked at her. She hardly ever used his first name. It was a word that was alien leaving her lips. But his face was a perfect mask again. No emotions showing. Sydney let out a sigh. She'd lost her chance.
"You'll be seeing Kate again, when Ir-our mother decides that it's time," He informed her.
He then finished the last of his wine and turned to leave.
"Liam?" She called after him.
He stopped halfway out the door and looked at her. A question was forming on her lips, but the words wouldn't come out. He gave her a knowing look, shook his head slightly, as if in answer, and left. He pulled the heavy oak door shut behind him and locked it again.
Sydney went back to staring at her barred window. Another thought was added to her list of things on her mind. Her new thought was Siobhan.
A/N: What do you? Come on. You know you want to the hit that button, so give in and do it!!!
A/N: I hopefully wasn't too long updating this. Thanks for all of you who are bearing with me and who reviewed. Dream Writer 4 Life, miss.pebbles and Agent 13, you guys rock!! Thanks as well to my betta Dream Writer 4 Life. Any way, enough of this mindless ramberling and on with the next chapter. R&R and ENJOY!!! - Bex
She sat staring at the barred window. This was something she did most days. She would just stare at it for hours, thinking, plotting. And she would often try to escape. She never got very far before she was dragged back, but it didn't stop her from trying. Her number of attempts had become less and less over the years, but she hadn't given up yet. As long as she was still kept there she would never give up. Those were probably the things he admired most about his sister: her hope and determination.
She didn't turn when the door opened and Sark entered the room carrying a tray of food; she kept on looking straight ahead. He knew that she was aware that someone was in the room with her. He knew that she had probably guessed that it was him. And she knew what his return meant. But she continued to stare at the window, ignoring what was going on around her, pretending to be deaf and blind to the world. He placed the tray down on the table.
"I've brought your lunch."
Again she didn't look. Sark sighed and poured wine into the two glasses. He didn't know why he had bothered saying that; it wasn't as if he was expecting her to thank him. But he always insisted on bringing her meals to her when he was around. She despised him at first, swearing and attacking him, but over time she'd warmed to him. Sometimes they would talk about things, making up for all the years they were separated. Forming a 'normal' brother and sister relationship. It hurt now when she blanked him. But he didn't let it show.
"She's here isn't she?" Sydney asked, breaking the silence.
"Yes. She's safe. She's staying at my home for now."
Sydney laughed bitterly and shook her head slightly. She still refused to look at him.
"How could she possible be safe when she's in the same country as our mother, let alone 10 miles away?"
"What other choice did I have? If I hadn't brought her here, then someone else would have. And Irin-our mother would have had me killed. Probably you as well," Sark replied simply, taking a sip of wine.
These words caused Sydney to look at him. "But if there was a chance that Kate would still be free and safe, wouldn't it be worth it?" She asked him. "I know I would be willing to risk it. Wouldn't you?"
Sark said nothing. Instead he looked away and sipped more of his wine.
"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot. Mr Sark doesn't care about anyone but himself," She mocked. "He has no life, no feelings, no emotions. He's just a cold- blooded murderer."
These words hit a nerve. Sark spun around to face her, his mask betraying him and letting his rage show.
"Do you think that I wanted this life? Do you think that I used to dream of killing people as a boy? DO YOU?" He demanded, his voice and eyes burning. "I had a life once. I had a future once. I had everything once. I was going to have a life with Siobhan..."
He cut himself off, regretting the words, which had just left his mouth. He looked away again, forcing himself to regain control, to lock up his emotions again. Sydney stared at him in shock. After all these years she'd known him, she'd never seen him loose control before. She'd never been able to penetrate his armour before. She'd never seen him show raw emotion. She'd never seen him look so, so human.
"Who's Siobhan?" She asked gently.
"You better eat your lunch before it gets cold," Sark replied flatly.
"Liam, who's Siobhan?" She tried again.
He looked at her. She hardly ever used his first name. It was a word that was alien leaving her lips. But his face was a perfect mask again. No emotions showing. Sydney let out a sigh. She'd lost her chance.
"You'll be seeing Kate again, when Ir-our mother decides that it's time," He informed her.
He then finished the last of his wine and turned to leave.
"Liam?" She called after him.
He stopped halfway out the door and looked at her. A question was forming on her lips, but the words wouldn't come out. He gave her a knowing look, shook his head slightly, as if in answer, and left. He pulled the heavy oak door shut behind him and locked it again.
Sydney went back to staring at her barred window. Another thought was added to her list of things on her mind. Her new thought was Siobhan.
A/N: What do you? Come on. You know you want to the hit that button, so give in and do it!!!