Consequences

Two days have passed and Erik wakes in his room all bandaged and sore. Well, at least Joseph will get away with everything and he managed to make his father not question where he had been, which had been the goal. He would do anything in his power to protect his siblings and Amillia with their secret friendship. He wasn’t willing to give either up in any way, shape, or form. To Erik this whole situation had been a win-win even though he had been beaten to a bloody pulp. At least he didn’t die.

Then Cole walks through his bedroom door.

“It’s about time your worthless piece of shit ass wakes up. Two days is too long you pathetic shit.” He continues talking without a moments pause so his son couldn’t open his smart rebellious mouth. “I know that you’ve been over at Gloria’s and that you have gained a relationship with Amillia. Very good, you finally did something useful in your pathetic little life. As soon as you heal you’ll be sent to training and then once completed you’ll be coming back here.”

After kicking Erik in the side for good measure he walks out of the room so that Erik doesn’t have a chance to argue in his defense. Cole didn’t want to hear any lies coming from his mouth, which is exactly what would have happened if Erik had been given the chance to talk. After training the elders will get exactly what they want.

Fuck is all that Erik could think. Training is something that all Wyatts have to do eventually, well, all except Joseph now since he broke rules and entered into a celestial bond with Taylor. It’s un-telling what’s going to actually happen to the two of them honestly.

This training isn’t something that Erik wants to take part in, he never did. They are trained to hunt, to kill, they are fighters, warriors, and that’s what they are trained to do. It’s all they do. It’s who they are and what they were created for. Except, Erik has seen some of cousins come back from training and they are no longer the people they had been before they left by the time that they return. He’s even heard rumors of experimental testing happening to members of the family to make them stronger and able to endure more.

The only thing he could think of is Amillia. That’s two years she’s going to have to spend completely alone. Erik isn’t even sure he’ll be able to be around her after training considering who, or what rather, she is. She would be one of the people that he would be going to training to learn how to track and kill. He has to warn her just in case. She has to know what’s going to happen and what to expect.

Two Years Later:

Amillia is setting on the stone bench next to the pond that’s closer to the woods than what Gloria would allow her to go. It’s nighttime and everyone is asleep, and this is the place she comes to every night for peace and to think. This is the spot where she and Erik would come for her to be able to practice her magics outside, they figured it’d be safer after she had almost set the attic on fire practicing one day.

This is the spot where Amillia has made it a habit to come to at least once a week since Erik had been gone. She had promised him that she would keep practicing and learning everything she could while he was sent to this training. It’s only fair for her to continue her own special way of training too. Although, before Erik left he had warned her that he would probably turn out to be a completely different person by the time he returns. He didn’t want to just how up and be different and leave her to the unsuspecting. He knows he’s going to be dangerous for her to be around once he comes home. She doesn’t believe it though; he has to come back the same way. She doesn’t want him to be any different.

Out of nowhere Amillia heard rustling coming from the woods. There’s never been any noises come from the woods, not even animals came out this close to the clearing to meet the people who live here. Normally they either raised their own or Gloria and Joseph would go hunting for deer, rabbits, squirrel, and the likes. As soon as this new noise registers to Amillia she was put into an instant alert mode.

A very tall and very broad figure walks out of the woods. Amillia stands, her heart beating quicker than it ever has before. She can hear it in her ear as if it’s about to explode. This isn’t a member of the Wyatt family, and it isn’t a member of her family and no one else is supposed to be able to enter into this world. No one at all is supposed to even go inside the forest, (although Cole did on a regular basis as he came and went).

She didn’t get a dangerous vibe from this stranger although his aura screamed that he isn’t someone to be messed with. He has a dark aura, black with some red tints to it. Very weird, Amillia has never met anyone with his type of aura before, but then again since she’s been practicing and honing her powers she hasn’t met anyone outside of this world either to be able to speak of other auras.

The man stood almost a foot taller than Amillia, maybe a little more, he appears to be every bit of six foot five. He has black hair that almost reaches his shoulders and cold, piercing almost black eyes. There’s no light in them, no life. He’s also very broad, muscular, with tattoos all over his arm and going up his neck. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and black khaki pants and black boots. Dude likes the color black apparently. He’s also holding a small black box in his hands.

He doesn’t introduce himself, instead he holds the box out to Amillia expecting her to just take it from him.

“Um,” Amillia stares at the man in disbelief, “What’s this?” She asks instead of who are you?

“This is something that will come in handy, and possibly sooner rather than later.” He responds. Seeing as she’s not just going to take the box from him he sets it down on the bench beside where she had been setting. “My name’s Damian. I’m not here to hurt you Amillia, I couldn’t even if I wanted too, but this is something that you will need to protect you, especially in the coming days.”

Uh-huh. Amillia has no idea what to think right now. What the crap is going on? Why is some random stranger showing up and just giving her crap stating she’s going to need protection. She’s almost certain that this man is full of shit. What the hell would she need protection from? Him, maybe, she thinks.

Since she doesn’t get any negative vibes from the man Amillia picks up the box he laid on the bench. By the time she stands back up to say something to him, he’s gone. Now this is even more weird than him just appearing out of nowhere, and he knew her name. Something more if going on than what she can piece together at the moment, and she isn’t sure if she completely likes the thoughts of him being able to come and go from this place as he has. She decided not to tell Gloria about it, although she probably should. It’s not as if Gloria would pay her any attention anyways, she’s always dismissive of Amillia every time she tries to tell her aunt anything.

“Damian,” she mutters to herself, she’s heard, or read, that name before but is not able to remember when or where at this moment. She feels as if it’s someone who should scare her, someone who she should stay away from, but then again he had seemed more interested in helping her.

He had watched the tall dark figure just vanish right in front of them. Of course, Amillia didn’t notice anything or anyone else, around her at the moment. He can’t believe how innocent she truly is, and how much danger she’s now in. He wonders who the tall, dark shadow figure was that had just been standing there with her, and how long had the thing been there?

“Who’s Damian?” He asks. Like her, he too remembers that name but can’t quit recall where he has heard it before.

Amillia turns around with the biggest and brightest smile on her face. She can’t believe he’s actually back. She has been waiting for his return for two years now, ever since he had snuck into her room just to tell her he had to leave, that his father was sending him away, and that he would be back, but couldn’t promise to be the same. He looks the same so surely he hasn’t changed that much.

“Erik!” She exclaims jumping up and hugging him as tight as she can, which he reciprocates. Then she remembers his question. “I’m not sure who he is,” she shows him the little black box that had been left. “He brought me this box and told me that I would need it eventually and then just left. I’ve never seen him before and have no idea how he got here.”

Erik opens the box and sees a darkened, almost black looking stone with what appears to be diamonds around it attached to a rope made of rosemary and mugwart entwined in gold. It’s a beautiful necklace, and it makes Erik wonder why some stranger would chance coming into this world just to give this piece of jewelry to Amillia.

He can also feel his anger start to flair at the thought of another man giving Amillia jewelry. It doesn’t make sense and makes him wonder if Amillia is telling the truth about never having seen that man before. What if he’s the one that befriended her while he was away?

Cole didn’t return when Erik did, which was a bit odd. It’s now been five months, and no one has heard from him. It’s been a very peaceful nine months non the less. It’s not as if Cole would ever be a missed person in this world. Things seemed to be going well.

Finally, one day, Erik had contacted one of his aunts and learned that Cole had no intentions on returning home anytime soon, abandoning his children, leaving them to fend for themselves. Joseph and Taylor had been so wrapped up in their own thing that if it hadn’t been for Amillia and Erik the twins and Melody would have been ignored. Irritation started to grow strong with Amillia and Erik toward Joseph and Taylor. They’re attitude has just become something unacceptable and void of any signs of the way they had all been raised.

At this time, Melody is seven and the twins are twelve, and although the twins were technically old enough to take care of themselves and their little sister, Erik refused to allow that to happen. After all, he has spent the last seven years caring for the both of them, ever since their mother vanished, or as Cole had told them all “died”. Erik is almost seventeen years old, Amillia barely fourteen, while Joseph and Taylor, who are the same age, are twenty-two years old. Old enough to help take care of the three youngest in Erik’s opinion.

Amillia and Erik’s relationship started to expand, even with Erik fighting himself on the daily to go against his training and everything he had been taught while he had been away. Amillia could see the struggle but never pushed him for information, she always assumed that when the time was right, and he was comfortable talking about it then he would. After all, the two of them never kept secrets from each other before. But how do you tell someone you love and respect that you have been training for the last two years in multiple ways to kill, maim, and torture any and everyone who goes against anything that the family stands for, including the Black family.

It had been the Wyatt family, with the help of some demons, that had attacked Amillia’s parents and killed them. The plan had been to kill each and every one of them, that was one reason Cole had manipulated himself and his family into the clearing with Gloria and her family. The plan had been to take them all out and then the Wyatt family, along with the lord of darkness, would control the world of worlds, which means they would control all the worlds. How is Erik supposed to tell Amillia all of this? He doesn’t want to lose her, they’re best friends, and now they are becoming so, so much more. He hated what he learned and everything he now knows and the fact that his family has millions of secrets that they are hiding from just about everyone, including themselves.

There’s actually a lot of stuff that he wished he could tell Amillia. Well, warn her is more like it, but he can’t, he physically can’t. He actually tried once and failed miserably. He truly does want to tell her what his family is in actuality, if anyone deserves to know the truths that they hold then it’s her.

Erik is holding Amillia in his arms as they lay in his big king sized, very comfortable and fluffy bed, together. They have stayed at Cole’s house for the last four months straight considering that someone needs to care for the other three children in the house. It hasn’t been until recently that they started sharing a bed with one another though, Amillia normally would stay with Melody due to her having nightmares and night terrors at night that seemed to have gotten worse since Erik returned home.

“Does Gloria have any idea where you are baby girl?” He asked her. Something he’s been wondering for a few days now. Even though Amillia will still show up at her aunts during the day to help with the chores and tending to the land, he wonders if Gloria even noticed that her niece hasn’t been staying in her house as she is supposed to. Not that Gloria has every paid much attention to Amillia the whole time she’s been here anyways.

“I doubt it, she probably thinks I’m still in the attic over there or something.” She responds shrugging as if it’s nothing. “It’s not like I ever came out anyways except to help out, which I still do.”

Erik sighs lightly and just kisses the top of her head, “I love you baby girl.”

Amillia tilts her head slightly and looks up at him. He’s been sweet, he’s always been nice and her best friend, the only person to not dismiss her memories and assume she’d gone crazy, but right now, he’s being extra sweet. She kind of wonders if she should worry about his new behavior or not.

“Are you okay?” She asked him.

He looks down at her a bit confused with a smile on his face. No, in reality he’s not okay, but is he going to tell her that, nope, never. She’s already taking on the responsibility of caring for his younger siblings, there’s no way he’s about to add more to her plate.

“Perfectly fine baby girl,” he stated.