Watched By Our Little Rose

Chapter 2

Chapter 2
[Elisabeth's POV]

The car bounced, shaking me lightly. Trees and land passed as I continued to stare out the window.

I was nervous. Really nervous. They were in danger and I was here, sitting in a stupid car. At least this car is taking me somewhere useful.

I looked beside me. My uncle was sat beside me, looking deep in thought. He was holding his chin in his hand, tapping his knee as the other knee bounced. I looked out the window again, my right eye tingling, the image of that bastard going for my eye flashed in my mind.

I leaned my head on the window, my head vibrating against the glass as my fist clenched. That bastard! I hope he gets what's coming to him. My teeth clenched and grated against each other. Once I get down there, I'm gonna shove a sword up his a-

"Elisabeth." My thoughts cut off and I turned to the voice, my teeth stopped grating but my hand still clenched. "Calm down." My uncle looked at me, concern crossing his face but seriousness returning.

I nodded, flexing my hand. "Okay," I mumbled.

"Did you do your training?" he asked to change the topic and fill in the silence. I nodded. I took my head off of the window and faced him fully.

"Yeah." I answered.

"That's good. How is it? Is it helping?" He asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but I remembered the driver and clamped my mouth shut. Confusion crossed his face and I motioned my head to the driver.

"He's fine. One of my most trusted. He wouldn't tell a soul what's about to happen." He reassured. I was still hesitant. The driver, must've sensed that, turned to me slightly.

He was an old Japanese man that looked nice and kind with most of his hair grey and wrinkles stretching slightly as he smiled softly at me, eyes crinkling. "Its okay, miss Elisabeth. I reassure you that I won't tell anyone about this day. I swear on the life of my young master." He calmly spoke.

I looked to my uncle. "'Young master?'" I inquired.

"Yes. He use to be a butler in the late eighteen hundreds." He explained, a soft smile gracing his lips. My mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as I nodded quickly in understanding.

"Okay, I understand." I said. The old man gave me one last smile before turning back to the road and putting his full attention on it.

"So, as I was saying. How is it?" He asked again.

"It's good. Helping a lot really. I feel a lot stronger." My face drifted down, my parents appearing in my mind. "It's to be expected that I would have... abilities." I looked up when my uncle began to speak.

"Yes." He started to say, his voice soft, emotions I didn't see very much on him, appearing. "Your mother was a very powerful young lady, given her heritage." He chuckled softly at that. "Your father was quite powerful too. He was a nice man-"

I cut him off. "Then why was he-" he cut me off.

"For doing the wrong things. Even if he thought he was doing the right thing, it doesn't take away all the wrong he did." He answered.

"But what did he do?" I mumbled, my gaze falling to my lap where my hands were tugging and playing with the white material of my dress. I could sense the look that my uncle gave me. He looked at me with soft eyes, regret shining in his eyes.

"You'll know when the time is right." He muttered. I nodded. I looked up at him, a question blooming in my mind.

"I never asked; where are we going?" I asked. He looked at me in the eyes.