Chapter 4: part 2

NOTE: yay. Now for the second part of chapter four. Bet you didn't see that coming XD lol. Last update was real short. You think that I could have let it go? No-ho way. Had to add on. Now back to Angelique's view… and some more Nile of course, I am going to try and bring in as much as I can to both. She wont get 'freed' right off, as it's a book, the book cannot be finished in simply four, five or even six chapters. I am not sure how long that it really would be in the end. But if I can, you lucky people might just be reading the rough draft of a future-to-be-published novel! Now, I love hearing all your comments. So do continue your rating after you read. And do not be afraid to ask questions to!

The stranger had an alien quality, with such imprisoning eyes. With the anger that Nile had taken unto himself was obvious, the look in his eyes made him seem significantly afar as he drove. I began to worry of the rode ahead, yet he controlled the car expertly in his state. Something had angered him, his eyes hue had not changed, but something in his eyes darkened in nothing other than an inner uproar. Anger.

Something's about this brown eyed male gave off the most confusing of feelings, for one thing, I woke into a house of an unknown persons, stranded. Yet I had a sense of immunity in that house. No… It wasn't the house that had me unguarded. The one who owned those probing brown eyes. Without anything to say the boy drove me back to my own personal piece of hell. Looking out the window as the car finally stopped, it had hesitated, the car. Almost leaving me to think we weren't going to come to a stop.

Thanking him as I got out, and his kindness made awareness awaken a pink blush into my cheeks. Why after so many years was someone finally showing kindness to such an outsider? I was more than sure, I was positive that people had warned him and his whole family of me. The insufferable klutz who had a nose for trouble. A bitch, a liar, a thief. Yet he had only softness towards me other than that hard stair out the window and past the road.

Nile was like a wonderful safeguard that enclosed around me. As I left him to his brooding, my own blue eyes inspected my hazard of a house. It was no home, for how could ones heart be inside a prison. The white mansion looked like a baited trap with the sleek black car in its smooth paved driveway. And more than one would like to acknowledge, that my door would more than likely be the trip wire. Swallowing my pride as my head lifted, I could swear I felt the blood falling to my toes. And for yet another day of my life, I walked into wretchedness.

Before I could drive away I felt my jaw tighten in fury as the black car was spotted, that black car of her fathers. To think she had just rushed into torment without any noticed hesitation. This beautiful fallen angel should not have to report to the infernal regions of this disguised prison.

Again I pulled my car to a halt, this time it was much in hast and without a thought, stopping myself as rage was taking hold. How could I go into that bottomless pit, I knew that my natural watchfulness of her would more than likely bring me to kill the one who dare lay a hand on me angel. How could she ever understand why he did it, how? She had him as her family; she didn't give up the black hearted monster, rather than protect him.

Perhaps this angel chose to continue, what if it wasn't fear. This brought a disturbing twist to my mind. Why would my fallen angel want such an unthinkable fate? How could she ever choose to return home without the reason of fear?

Her heart reaching scream reached my ears, and the first time in a hundred years, perhaps much longer, tears shone in my eyes as I listened to my fallen angel battle the bastard monster. But what could I do? Force my families secret out in her face; give her something more to fear? Force my family to move. To think my heart had awakened to such an abused angel.

My angel would not suffer much longer, I vowed, looking achingly at the door of the mansion. I would bring freedom and joy to her. What a monster I was to leave now. But murder would be made and I would just hurt the angel more with my actions… The last thing that she would ever need would be more pain.

What I would do to be able to help her right now. As tempting as it would be, breaking down the door and trying to be her shining knight would never work. First of all things, I am not human, not a mere mortal, for not even that is something of my flesh. Immortal and inhuman. I lust for something which is an abomination to the human nature.

Such a conflict this one child put into my ancient heart. Impossible as it may have seemed before, it was so now. Strings pulling viciously at my heart as only my ears could hear her battle, only I could here how she never let the man see her weak and never cried. She was a strong angel who fought, who did not beg until my ears picked the sound of a bone snapping.

Slamming the silver cars door ominously and shuddering I forced myself towards the door controlled. This abomination had to be put to an end right now. This sinning bastard couldn't be killed. But for the sake of the innocents inside, I had to do something.

Hostile brown eyes and angry fists ringing like sinister thunder. The force of my ill-boding hammering was putting marks into the door. The urgent struggles behind the door heard only by me. For the walls were thick and not another souls sound could be heard behind the walls of the house of doom.

Finally the man had composed himself enough to stride to the door enraged, his eyes had a glint of fire in them as he looked at who pounded so on his door. Seeing a blonde culprit, a young boy. The mans lips pressed white in a thin line of rage as he glared at the boy, whom was shorter than he. But I was much stronger than this old man. It was simple fact.

"Why, young man, did you not just ring the blast doorbell! Or wait a moment before knocking again!"

He was still in a fit, the very thought that Angel was somewhere in this hell hole made me want to snap the neck of this larger man. She was hurt. The intensity of my glare took him aback.

"Sir. I am here to see Angel"

The man cringed at the name, for non called his daughter that by the look of it. His ugly face lined with wrinkles of to many days. He straightened himself up and stuck out his chest, regaining his posture he lost.

"She is not here"

It was sickening how he lied threw his teeth, right to my very face. I could have gotten the very truth from him when a soft, raspy dry voice could be heard. Angel was calling for help. She couldn't get enough air.

"I hear her, and I saw her. Now get the fuck out of my way"

Pushing past the man who thought he was my elder and rushed to the noise. White faced and worried not for his daughter, but for himself, the man went after him. No doubt to cover his satanic self. Reaching my angel I looked over her, a bone jutting from her arm, and the lack of air no doubt was a puncture in her lunge. At least I think so. The man reached us.

"Angelique! Did you fall down the stairs again"

He said in a desperate voice, eyes wild with fear as he bore down on his daughter. She looked at me with her captivating blue eyes, then to her dad.

"Yes, daddy"

She gasped lightly, the rage burned in my body. She would lie for him. But one day I would get the truth from her. I would force myself to wait for her to come to me for help. It was how it should happen. Carefully I lifted her into my arms, and walked past the man.

"How DARE you take my daughter"

Seeing Angel fall unconsius I looked to him.

"I'm taking her to the hospital. Don't think I don't know the truth"