See part one for story information, disclaimer and summary.
Family Part 2
Zan looked over at Angel as she slept peacefully on the bed of the hotel room he had rented for them. They'd been traveling for almost a day straight and he had finally convinced her to get some rest. She'd been upset when he told her they were leaving. She thought she deserved the beatings and punishments she received at the hands of his parents, she wasn't upset for herself though, she was upset that he was going to leave everything for her. She didn't understand that to him she was everything. She was his younger sister and in every way that counted he would protect her with his life if necessary. He was actually glad they were leaving. He was just a pawn so that Lord Khivar and any children he managed to produce with his mother would gain the throne of Antar; he held no illusions that after Khivar had a legitimate claim to the throne and an heir that he would live very long. His stepfather did not hide the hatred he felt towards him and it was worse with Angel she was only a punching bag or a slave to them. They were better off without the adults and by themselves.
He was sure they would be followed soon. He was still the only heir to the Antarian throne and his mother and stepfather still needed him. Not that he had any intention of going back to them, to do that would be to place Angel in danger and he would not let that happen again. He intended to be far away and have Angel hidden safe before they even came close to finding them. His mind wandered briefly to his real father, would he have wanted his son to take the throne or would he understand his desire to protect Angel. He wondered if his father even knew he had a child. Zan shook his head, he didn't even know if his father was still alive. Lord Khivar forbid any mention of King Zan and his mother wasn't much better. All he ever managed to get out of his mother was that his father loved her and someone stole him away, and that he got his healing power from his father. A whimper from Angel broke him out of his thoughts as he looked at her with worry in his eyes. Her peaceful slumber had ended and she was whimpering a look of fear on her angelic features. Frowning Zan gently wrapped his arm around her thin frame and cradled her close, being careful of her broken arm, feeling her relax Zan held her close and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.
She was sitting in a cave with a glowing thing in front of her, she wasn't scared of it, it gave her a feeling of peace as if it belonged to her. In her dream she frowned. She didn't deserve anything this pretty, she was a bad girl like Lord Khivar said, she was a worthless waste of space and didn't deserve to live or be loved. The glowing thing in front of her shimmered for a moment and slowly she reached out to touch it, as she did the walls around her began to shift as images played on them almost too fast for her to comprehend them. Four children sleeping in glowing pods, Zan arguing with Lady Tess, A woman with long dark hair smiling and holding a bundle close, a bullet racing towards a teenager, the images came faster and faster as she kept in contact with the glowing spire. Then as quickly as they began the images stopped and she was alone again with the glowing thing in front of her.
She awoke from her dreams and quickly sat up ignoring the pain from her broken arm. For a moment she thought she was back at the house with her guardians, then the memory of what had happened the day before hit her and she froze. They had run away and it was all her fault. Pulling her knees up to her chest she wrapped her good arm around them as a sob escaped her. Zan would hate her for being the reason he had to leave. He deserved to live in a nice house with lots of family and people who loved him; he should have had more of a childhood instead of watching after her all the time. She wouldn't be able to handle it if she lost him, if he hated her. Her sobs woke Zan who wrapped his arms around her thin frame giving her comfort as she cried. No words needed to be said as he just held her until her sobs subsided. Looking up at him she smiled weakly as he gently brushed a strand of her dark hair from her face and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
An hour later they were sitting at a restaurant having breakfast and looking at a map. They had two hours to spare before their next bus was due to leave. Once that bus reached its destination they were on their own. There were several cities they could probably get to from where they were going and almost all of them were good places to hide. Now all he had to do was pick a destination. "Where do you think we should go next?" Zan asked Angel as she ate her breakfast. As she looked over the map a flash from her dreams came to her and she pointed to one of the cities Zan had circled as a possibility, Zan looked down at the map and smiled at her "Good choice Kiddo," he said as he watched her finish her food and he folded up the map. "Roswell New Mexico here we come."
Family Part 2
Zan looked over at Angel as she slept peacefully on the bed of the hotel room he had rented for them. They'd been traveling for almost a day straight and he had finally convinced her to get some rest. She'd been upset when he told her they were leaving. She thought she deserved the beatings and punishments she received at the hands of his parents, she wasn't upset for herself though, she was upset that he was going to leave everything for her. She didn't understand that to him she was everything. She was his younger sister and in every way that counted he would protect her with his life if necessary. He was actually glad they were leaving. He was just a pawn so that Lord Khivar and any children he managed to produce with his mother would gain the throne of Antar; he held no illusions that after Khivar had a legitimate claim to the throne and an heir that he would live very long. His stepfather did not hide the hatred he felt towards him and it was worse with Angel she was only a punching bag or a slave to them. They were better off without the adults and by themselves.
He was sure they would be followed soon. He was still the only heir to the Antarian throne and his mother and stepfather still needed him. Not that he had any intention of going back to them, to do that would be to place Angel in danger and he would not let that happen again. He intended to be far away and have Angel hidden safe before they even came close to finding them. His mind wandered briefly to his real father, would he have wanted his son to take the throne or would he understand his desire to protect Angel. He wondered if his father even knew he had a child. Zan shook his head, he didn't even know if his father was still alive. Lord Khivar forbid any mention of King Zan and his mother wasn't much better. All he ever managed to get out of his mother was that his father loved her and someone stole him away, and that he got his healing power from his father. A whimper from Angel broke him out of his thoughts as he looked at her with worry in his eyes. Her peaceful slumber had ended and she was whimpering a look of fear on her angelic features. Frowning Zan gently wrapped his arm around her thin frame and cradled her close, being careful of her broken arm, feeling her relax Zan held her close and closed his eyes drifting off to sleep.
She was sitting in a cave with a glowing thing in front of her, she wasn't scared of it, it gave her a feeling of peace as if it belonged to her. In her dream she frowned. She didn't deserve anything this pretty, she was a bad girl like Lord Khivar said, she was a worthless waste of space and didn't deserve to live or be loved. The glowing thing in front of her shimmered for a moment and slowly she reached out to touch it, as she did the walls around her began to shift as images played on them almost too fast for her to comprehend them. Four children sleeping in glowing pods, Zan arguing with Lady Tess, A woman with long dark hair smiling and holding a bundle close, a bullet racing towards a teenager, the images came faster and faster as she kept in contact with the glowing spire. Then as quickly as they began the images stopped and she was alone again with the glowing thing in front of her.
She awoke from her dreams and quickly sat up ignoring the pain from her broken arm. For a moment she thought she was back at the house with her guardians, then the memory of what had happened the day before hit her and she froze. They had run away and it was all her fault. Pulling her knees up to her chest she wrapped her good arm around them as a sob escaped her. Zan would hate her for being the reason he had to leave. He deserved to live in a nice house with lots of family and people who loved him; he should have had more of a childhood instead of watching after her all the time. She wouldn't be able to handle it if she lost him, if he hated her. Her sobs woke Zan who wrapped his arms around her thin frame giving her comfort as she cried. No words needed to be said as he just held her until her sobs subsided. Looking up at him she smiled weakly as he gently brushed a strand of her dark hair from her face and kissed her lightly on the forehead.
An hour later they were sitting at a restaurant having breakfast and looking at a map. They had two hours to spare before their next bus was due to leave. Once that bus reached its destination they were on their own. There were several cities they could probably get to from where they were going and almost all of them were good places to hide. Now all he had to do was pick a destination. "Where do you think we should go next?" Zan asked Angel as she ate her breakfast. As she looked over the map a flash from her dreams came to her and she pointed to one of the cities Zan had circled as a possibility, Zan looked down at the map and smiled at her "Good choice Kiddo," he said as he watched her finish her food and he folded up the map. "Roswell New Mexico here we come."