Chapter Four – Angelique's point of view
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.
Niles Point of view
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"
Angelique's point of view, later on that day
All that was felt over my entire body was a distinct feeling of wretchedness. Sickening waves of pain from new inflictions clashed furiously with those of the previous day. Sharp sensations of a new level of inflictions, something one couldn't, no, wouldn't accept could possibly be the result of one mans two weapons, his very own hands. Yet here I was again, living breathing proof. But much to this stranger's dismay, I was like a safe, resisting the urges to give the ambiguous information to him. Nile, a stranger, yet he was like a safeguard to me. He had such a comforting reality within him, no matter how alien he did seem to me.
I couldn't open my left eye, it felt swollen and the ache in it was brutal. I soon did procure that my left eye was able to be opened. To my bewilderment I was in a hospital bed, with needles in my arms and the notice of a strange pain in my chest, then a drape of dread fell over me as I tried to breathe, as I felt the tube down my throat. For one to know it helped my breath, still a panic filled as thoughts of suffocation on this aid filled me. My own mind working mischievously opposed me, giving me a thought I couldn't breathe. Grabbing the tube before both of my hands were grasped and held down with force. Looking to the one who was supposedly killing me, I saw a pair of concerned eyes.
It was like a strange phenomenon as a sweeping feeling of recovering filled me, no longer did I have the inability to breath, and it was those two beautiful brown eyes that looked down at me in such worriment that my heart started beating irregularly. How I came to actually confirm that suspicion was the strange beeping of the machine near my bed, he looked worriedly around as a nurse came in with a frown on her face, looking around seeing his hands holding mine, she shot him an accusing glare. As if she thought this savior of mine inflicted me this torment. She said not a word as she rushed over and removed the tube from my parched throat. As she did I took in a deep breath, my heart still irregular from his very touch.
The martyr of my afflictions was not in the room, for the first time I had taken note of this. No cold, disapproving eyes to glare at me with a clear warning sign that hung bluntly in my face. I knew I could blame my father here; I could uncover my family's dirty laundry here. Looking still into the eyes of my protagonist and not taking a single second thought towards the nurse. I didn't smile; at least I don't think I did… I had little knowledgeable feeling in my face. I felt week and out of control of my very own life. Yet here was a knight in shining armored, looking at me with an almost protective quality. Relief seemed in his face that I was allowed to breath without the tube.
"Miss, I think I should talk to you alone"
The nurse spoke, finally bringing my attention to her again. Seeing her looking unsettlingly at Nile, her cool green eyes almost catlike, but unquestionably accusing.
"No"
I knew my voice was much more dramatic and horrified then I would have liked, Nile himself even looked absolutely shocked. The nurse was taken aback at her patients tone. Looking at Nile and narrowing her eyes. He gave her a small smirk.
"It is up to Angel"
He spoke calmly, more collected than what I had just been looking at, when his calm and composed appearance had been chiseled away. Here was an injured girl, lying on her bed that very well could have ended up a death bed if that boy had not come and saved her. And instead of blaming her father, she was staring dreamily at the boy, who had asked her for the truth, the look on his face had me knowing clearly, that he knew what had really happened. Yet my stubbornness would win threw again. It was just how I was made. Looking at him wearily and back to the nurse.
"He saved me. My f... stairs are slippery; ask anyone, I am clumsy. Nile found me. Second day in a row"
I gave her a convincing blush, more a shameful one, appropriate for my claims. I couldn't look back into those two eyes, for sureness the secrets covered by the lies just spat would be uncovered, for how much longer could I put a resistance for such prying, all knowing eyes. I know that it's only human, only normal to get self conscious around someone you like; he was a very attractive young individual. He was very much handsome, even his brown eyes, they were like something extraordinary hidden in something simply ordinary. Those brown eyes were indeed something extraordinary. Yet brown was one of the most common and simply ordinary colors of eyes you could find in this boring old down. Yet his… He had something about them.
I looked to the unbelieving eyes of the nurse, but she swallowed hard and forced her comments down as she glare into the general direction of the one who still held my arms down. I didn't mind, it was absolutely stimulating to have such a beautiful person touching my arm, as silly as it might sound, it was almost a… an honor to me. Nearly risking a glance before the doctor walked in, smiling presently, much a known face. Doctor Wilcox. He had taken care of me since a child, and often teased me for my clumsy streak, accepting I fell down stairs, or down a hill, or into a table and so on. Angelique was clumsy, why should he ever suspect child abuse from a man who put monsters away for a living.
"Ah, see you had another tumble girly. This one was quite a nasty fall, your rib punctured your right lung, you have four broken ribs, and I insist you stay at home for at least two weeks. You're full of fractures and breaks"
The cheery voice was enough to lift spirits usually, but I really paid little attention to him. Forcing myself to look at him. The nurse looked utterly shocked to hear the doctors little speech, from the corner of my eye I nearly laughed at her expression. Her ugly pudgy face wrinkling up into the most repulsive of expressions, yet a brilliantly amusing site. The doctor too looked at the boy who had released me finally, the doctor made a motion towards him.
"Has this little klutz finally got herself a boyfriend to try preventing such things…? Ah, here, help me sit her up"
I was very aware that I was blushing, he had noticed me trying to sit up, but it was very painful. The doc knew that if I wanted to sit up, I would sit up. So rather than fuss over me and try strapping me down to lay down, he rather simply help me sit up. Couldn't look at him after what he had said. Hearing the soft musical chuckle on my other side I nearly looked at him, forcing my eyes down to my feet. But of course, my eyes betrayed me as the nurse angrily stalked out and the soft hands of Nile, and the callused ones of the docs started aiding me in my journey to sitting up. I looked over at Nile, wishing for a fleet moment that we were a couple. I would absolutely be thrilled, but forcing off such a thought. I had to remember that he was a guy. And all guys were ass holes… Like that bastard who resulted in me getting beat up the night I met Nile.
But as I looked over his features admiringly that reminder was discarded and unheeded. This was like looking at some fine artwork, a masterpiece that god placed on earth, all too beautiful for such a wretched weak girls eyes, such as mine. I was not at all good enough for a god among men. He was unquestionably handsome, but people like me never got the breaks, never got the guy. Surely this boy would be locking lips with some beautiful popular girl in a weeks end… Or two maybe. As I studied his face I took not that he was looking directly into my eyes, and that I was sitting. Perhaps the most embarrassing part was taking notice that I was staring at him.
"I'm basically a stranger here, my family just moved here. Not saying she isn't a completely dazzling young lady, but we just met the other day. But I must say, she has got herself a new friend, whether she likes it or not"
The doctor almost had a disappointed look crossing his face, that made her blush deepen even further. He must be off of his meds to think that I would have a shot in hell with such a beautiful looking specimen. That perfection of which happened to be Nile… He was much to good, to grand to be for me. He was beautiful. I was boring. I knew I was disappointed as well, but what could I expect? A friend was asking to much of this god that was standing regally at my side.
"Well, your still young"
Dr. Wilcox said with a twinkle in is eye, forcing me to look away, and I caught the look on the face of Nile, his expression was the strangest, and most beautiful look of amusement. But something in my gut instinct told me the amusement there was abnormal. Something… deeper. His intense brown eyes gaze caught my own, the intensity was simply smoldering. Again I was a deer in headlights, a mere mortal in love with a god of gods!