The Beckams

The Creed

Authors note: this is the night I take Victoria to my home.

As I was carrying the still trembling Victoria I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. Of course I pushed it to the back of my mind as usual and continued on to my home. I had to carry her because she told me she felt dizzy. She didn't say a word, but I couldn't help but wonder why those people wanted to hurt her so badly.
Now that I think about it they had matching tattoos of something on their necks. What does it mean?

When I reached the door I slowly and carefully set Victoria on her feet. I opened the door and a loud creak came bellowing out. Victoria shivered at the sound but I looked back at her giving her an assuring look that it was ok. I stepped inside my home it was empty I preferred being alone. Victoria walked in cautiously, still not fully trusting me. I don't blame her. My dog rimmy came shooting down the stairs making Victoria screech and cling into my jacket. I giggled slightly. Then commanded my loyal dog to sit.

I asked Victoria if she was hungry. She said "yes, please." I was some what shocked at her response so proper. I walked her to the kitchen and she carefully sat down. I couldn't help but think she wasn't trying to break anything. I started preparing the pasta dish, I hope she likes pasta. Then I looked over to her she was staring at me. How long I don't know, but she was staring into my soul almost.

I tilt me head and she looks away quickly. I cleared my throat then said "so you want to tell me why those people were trying to hurt you back there?" She looked hesitant to answer me. Finally she spoke, "your apart of the beckam assassin group aren't you she said." I looked over to her confused then answered "yes ma'am I am my name is Raven Beckam." She looked surprised and shocked. I asked "why do you ask?" She looked at me with all the emotion she had in her body then spoke quietly, "I'm a member of the creed." I nearly dropped the plate as I heard what she said. I picked up a kitchen knife and asked "you couldn't possibly be apart of the creed." (The creed is and investigative group who seek to expose mercenary groups such as the Beckam family line). She looked at me awfully terrified. I put the knife down but still on guard. I brutally asked "why were those people trying to hurt you?"

She looked down then up again. "I didn't follow an order," she said. "what order?" I responded coldly. "please don't hurt me," she said. I looked her right in the eyes and said "don't force me to." She stood up and walked over to me, and grabbed my hand. She unwrapped a band aid I had on my finger were I cut my self. She placed her hand on the cut then squeezed it.

A blue glow started to come from her hand and onto mine. I felt a cold rush go into my finger. When she released her hand from mine the cut was gone. She looked at me ashamed. I was in shock.

I looked into her eyes and said "what are you?"