9 VIII (1/2)

Elizabeth began to hide while playing with one of her housemates. Her black hair was jumping into her eyes as she ran. She quickly hid behind the house and waited for the sound of someone approaching.

”Gotcha, my little Lizzie!” She heard as she was lifted up off the ground. She let out a tiny squeal and started giggling. She was placed down and looked up at her father.

He was a tall man with no hair. He towered over the small girl and his silver eyes mirrored her own. He quietly waved her inside, asking for her to follow him.

He quickly lead him into her office and looked at her brother in the corner of the room. He walked over to his sister and messed up her hair, standing silently next to her as they both looked at their father.

”Lizzie, as you know your brother's promised was taken from him a few years ago,” the man said, looking over at her brother next to her. He started fidgeting as she nodded her head in one sharp movement.

”One day, Elizabeth, you need to bring her home to us, but you have to find her first. Meaning, it's time for you to begin training so you can easily assimilate into the human world,” the man said, effectively snapping her gaze up to him.

”But, Daddy....” she started, but paused at the sound of a door being thrown open behind her. The woman who walked in had black hair, like hers, but her eyes were blood red like Week's. She shivered as her mother's gaze fell upon her.

”Orion, are you sure we can't just send Week out to find his promised? I don't want to risk my daughter like this,” the woman started, only to cause Orion to jump up and slam his hands on the desk.

”Your daughter? She's the daughter of both of us, and she has no promised, remember? She's not risking anything or anyone in doing this!”

”Well, you just have to get hotheaded over everything! No wonder our children fear you, you're cruel to them both!”

Week silently placed a hand over Lizzie's eyes as a slap was heard through the room. Tears had already started on their path down her cheeks. He silently picked the girl up and walked out of the room, shutting out the yelling with the door.

”You're okay, Lizzie, I'm here. You need to look at me and breathe,” he started, holding her face between his hands and facing her towards him. Her breathing had grown irregular and she was starting to lose consciousness.

”Hey, Lizzie, I'm right here, but you need to breathe with me okay?” Week started and lead his sister through her breathing exercises.

She whimpered, but had mostly calmed down and let him hug her close to him.

”I'm here, Lizzie, and nothing will drive us apart, okay?”