Like Brother Like Sister

Epilogue

(A/N: This is going to be very confusing, bear with me though please, I swear to Vincent Monet it'll make sense XD)

Fire.

Water.

Voices.

Silence.

Dark.

Light.

It all swirled into one as she struggled to breathe paying no heed to the voices, the constant beeping, to anything.

Her heart was beating so hard, so hard she felt like it was going to pop out of her chest, the annoying beeping noise seemed to increase with it.

"Sky" She Lucien's voice distantly but she couldn't see him, she couldn't feel him, she didn't know where he was, where she was.

Her heartbeat increased even more as her mind came up with conclusions and a strangled breath left her lips, her chest heaving up and down.

Her eyes slowly opened, to a lighted up ceiling, and burning water polled in her eyes, dropping down her cheeks, the light was too bright on her still sensitive eyes.

"Leave me" Her voice thundered as she thrashed up and down trying to let them let go of her, looking at Lucien with extreme loathe in her eyes.

He was with the Blacks, wasn't he? Axel was right.

Betray me once, shame on you,
Betray me twice, shame on me, She thought bitterly as she reached for the vase and threw it, aiming for his head.

"Enough" A clear voice rang throughout the room, a voice that stilled her, a voice that sent a chill to her bones.

Axel's voice.

She just stared at the older man, with grey eyes as she struggled to breathe but his face just made it worse.

He wasn't supposed to have grey eyes, they were supposed to be blue.

She looked away.

She couldn't breathe, there was this strong tightness in her chest as she tried to get familiar with the surroundings just as Lucien walked out. Ran out.

"Focus baby" She heard a voice and looked into Axel's eyes.

No no no no, everything felt wrong.

"Come on"

Beads of sweat rolled down her face with tears, hair sticking to her skin as she looked helplessly at Axel.

"It's me" He ran her knuckles over her cheekbone with his free hand the other rubbing her hand. "It's me"

"A-Axel?"

The man nodded not correcting her, he wasn't Axel, he was, in fact, Francesco Ares D'Angelo.

The Eldest D'Angelo, one of the richest CEOs in the world, and guardian of the youngest D'Angelo, both of them that is, until Lucien grew up.

Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong, The voice in her head wouldn't stop. Oh god, I can't stop, why isn't it stopping? Why can't I breathe, what's going on? where am I? why does Axel look like this, why did Lucien rush out? why aren't the Blacks here to torture me yet? Am I going to die? I think I'm going to die. I don't want to die. What's going on?

Suddenly a vaguely sweet smell hit her nose, the scent was gently warm, slightly faint, it was calming, even though she was still choking, at least it felt like she was.

Her chest loosened.

She didn't know if it was the scent or the sweet words murmured by the two men.