Voice of an Angel Cannot Be Broken

Chapter 3 - What is she?

Chapter 3

Music of Inspiration - Evanescence Going Under

~Lucian's POV~ <--NEW POV! Wayhey!! =D...

"What do you think we'll find when we get there?" I asked Cole who was driving the van over to an orphanage. We were sent by our father to get a young woman there.

Well she looks like a young human woman, but infact she's something else. We haven't figured out yet. We tried tracking her records for information on family, but all it said was that her parents were dead and that was it. But were told to be cautious none-the-less, so we took the van with chains attatched to the side of the van. Yea, I know, weird. *eye roll*

"The three humans said that they've been 'toughening her up' since she got there, but it got more 'intense' apparently when she turned 13," Cole replied. That could only mean one thing, which I don't want to think about... Ew... Cole grimaced in response to that thought.

"Any luck with tracking family?"

"Nope," Cole replied with a sigh. "Not a thing. Hopefully she'll know more, but something tells me, she doesn't know or remember anything."

It was then that we pulled up to the old, deralict building. Two human men appeared through a gate that led to a field.

"Lucian, Cole," the balding one said to us; Al i think. "She's in her usual spot in the field, Bruce is with her. Follow us please," the other said, who I presume was Rex.

They really are disgusting men. Reading their thoughts and seeing memories of what they've done to this girl over the years. So that's what they meant by 'toughening her up'. I grimaced in disgust to Cole, who returned the expression.

They lead us to the top of the field through the gate, where two figures were huddled together. I soon made out the huge frame of Bruce and a tiny figure under his hands. It was the girl.

As we approached, I noticed Bruce's mouth on her neck, biting it, drawing blood. His right hand was gripping her skin as it travelled to the waistband of her skirt. His other hand was greedily grabbing at her breast. Her reaction: none. Though her hands were handcuffed behind her back.

I stared at her, taking in her appearance. She had short spikey black hair that had a silver tint in the moon-light. Her cat-shaped eyes had several colours, I couldn't define them; they seemed to change, which were framed with black eye-liner and thick eyelashes. At the moment, they were nearly black with hints of red.

She wore a school uniform, or what was left of it, I thought bitterly. Cole gave a stiff nod, not noticable to anyone, of agreement. The white blouse was torn showing her bra and half of her stomach. Her grey pleated skirt wasn't sitting right, obviously from Bruce trying to get his hands into her knickers.

I worked to keep the pain from showing on my face. Her face kept a blank, vacant expression; as if she wasn't there...

"Your visitors are here I think." She spoke in a flat empty tone. But I could ditect anger in it too. Bruce jumped away from her, taking his hands with him. He laughed slightly, almost embarrassed, but still had a smirk on his face.

"Good evening gentlemen," he began. "Sorry about, the taste of her skin is enough to drive any creature crazy!" Another feature to add to the list when trying to figure out what she is... I tried to desipher her puzzling eyes. I had noticed that a faint dark green enter her eyes.

Oh, her emotions show in her eyes as colours, I thought absently. So the black must me pain, but it had a glint to it, which must have meant it was internal and she wasn't physically harmed. The red would be anger. No fear was showing in her eyes what so ever. She must be used to this treatment, I thought with pain.