THIS IS ALL MINE
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“Are we almost there, mother? I wanna see Erik” I whined. I already knew what she was gonna say but I couldn’t help but ask and I was really excited to see my cousion who mama said one day i will get married to because he is my cousion she calls my ficance and she was realy happy when this was set up but for some reason Gabriel, my brother, dosnt like him very much. She turned to me and smiled warmly. “Yes darling, just a few more minuets until were home.” sighed and started playing with the fabric of my new blood red skirt. “I thought you like ridding in the carriage, sweetheart?” my dad asked with amusment shining through his bright green eyes that I inherited. I sighed aging, “I do papa, just not this one, it bumps to much for my licking, I feel like a bobble head every time we hit a bump, which might I add is quite a lot.” I replied said my sartly with a grin on my face. My mother giggled, her bell like laugh, “My dear Frederic it seems like you meet your match.” Mum said and papa just smirked back. Suddenly the carriage stopped so fast my head whipped back and the wall behind me, I looked over at my parents to see if they were alright. They were staring at each other almost like talking to each other in there heads. “mama? Why aren’t we moving?” I asked quitly, wishing to break the errie silence. “Elizabeth, stay here with Angel” papa said cutting off mama. Mama nodded at papa and picked me up to sit on her lap. “please be carful Frederic” she wispred hugging me closer. “I will” and with that papa swooped down and placed a gentle but loving kiss on our forheads.
It was silent for a few minuets until we heard a howl of pain followed closely by a ear splitting scream. My mother stiffened when it became silent, she gently put me down next to her and leaned close to me and whispered. “Its going to be okay sweetie. Mama will be right back, so will daddy, ok?” I nodded slowly not really understatnding what excatlly was going on but going with it. She let out a relived breath and swiftly climbed out. I sat extremlly still trying to listen to every sound outside due to the wood walls around me. I quietly climed over to the window and opened the curtains looking around to find mama and papa. When I couldn’t see anything I opend the curtains wider but instantly regreatted it. There lying right in my line of sight was papa lying flat on his stomach and a pool blood around him with a huge gaping hole going through his chest to back gushing out blood, Mama was the same I felt and heard my self scream. I quickly jumped out of the carrage tripping over my skirts to get to them, sobbing uncoharently. A group of men in black suits saw me and blocked my path. A black sack covered my head and seconds later I was unconsiouse.
I regaind consciousness slowly getting my hearing back first. I listened to the people talk as I bumped up and down on one of the men’s shoulder carried like a patato sack. From a distance I heard wispering “Is that who I think it is?” one mans voice was filled with fear but awe as well. “Yeah, frederic’s flesh and blood his little angle.”
“why is she here” man #1 asked
“I don’t know” replied man # 2
I tuned out not bothering to here any more of the converstation. Suddenly I was trown roughfully in a hard chair, I winced and they tide me to the chair with rough roped that bit into my skin. They took off the sack but put a gag around my mouth. I couldn’t see any thing it was to dark. The man left and I sobbed until the next moringng.
For the next to mounths I was tourted and almost brutally murdered with wips, they would cut me every where with the whip laughing as they did so. It was horribale but I took it and made a promise not to cry. They asked a bunch of ridicules questions about angles and demons and stuff, they even asked if I was one! If they thought I lied I would get the wip. Finnaly I just gave up and waited to die.
I woke up to swords clanging, and gun shots. I lifted my head weakly and stared at the door. I strained my ears trying to hear more, but it fell silent aging. Then after what felt like ages I heard footsteps coming to the door, I tensed expecting it to be one of the men coming to whip me aging. The door swung open revealing a boy around my age (10) with black shaggy hair and glowing green eyes. At first I couldn’t place where I’ve seen the boy but then I remembered. “Gabriel!”I whispered right befor I past out.