Thread: *~*Sickness to Your Heart*~* (Love&translucentfeathers)

The night Vanessa got the scar on her lip was nothing like the rest of her days. Every single day was spent in misery while her parents were around. Thankfully their father was gone a lot on business, so they had times were things weren't as horrible. Their best days were when no one was home, their mother in town, and their father in some country far away. Happily using up the family money only to blame their mother as to why there wasn't any money anymore. A vicious cycle of abuse is all that ran through this home. Lady Crowley was hateful to her daughter, jealous of her beauty and hated her for ruining their lives with being a growing child. She didn't care for her son, he was a shame excuse for a son. He was slender and not manly. He liked to read, and dance. A part of her wondered if her son enjoyed the company of men because he certainly seemed like the type of boy. Which only increased the abuse Vincent received from their father. Angry that his son wasn't a strapping hunter of a man. Vanessa still got the hand of her father, which normally she blacked out from. He had large, strong hands and could hit her so hard it would knock her out cold when he did hit her. Normally over cold coffee, or that he didn't like her dress. Anything she attack her for, he did. Never in her life could she understand what her and Vincent ever did to make their parents hate them so much. They had done nothing to them but be born, and that seemed to be enough. If it hadn't been for the Nanny, they wouldn't have made it out of childhood. Now, as Vanessa grew older, she tried to understand why her parents treated them like this. The only explanation she could gather was that her parents were mentally ill. Or at least that is what she read in the many books. That didn't stop her from knowing they hated them just because of their birth, and nothing else. The moment Vincent was born, Vanessa had been in love. Their mother didn't even want to hold him when he was born, so the Nanny was quick to take him on as her own while he was small. Vanessa could remember being small, and getting on her tip toes to look into the bassinet. Only to see a small babe, wrapped in gray blankets with a head of black hair. His skin was like white paper, with rosy cheeks. All Vanessa could think was there was a sleeping angel before her, and her little heart cried out at his beauty. She had cried that moment when she was three, her little brother was prefect and she would do anything to protect him and love him. She made that vow, and she would never break it. Even now as she sat at the piano and her fingers danced along the keys, she was thankful that she didnt have to rush to her brothers rescue for being out in the house. It would be a lie to say she didn't love the moment their father broke their mothers leg. It gave them an excuse to escape the attic, and that their mother couldn't be so nasty with them anymore. Yes, she was still horrible and would hit them if they were close. But it was nothing like when they were children. Both of them older now and the hits from their elderly mother didnt hurt so much anymore. She heard Vincent coming into the room, his boots on the hard wood floors. She always knew when he was close, as they were far closer than any brother and sister should be. Spending years alone, locked away in the attic. They were close on all levels. They knew each others dreams, and fears. They also had found themselves in moments that many siblings would shy away from, in regards to intimate moments. They had never fully laid together, but moments had come that where, sexual in nature between them. They didn't speak of them of course, but they happened. It wold be a lie to think that Vanessa didn't think of wanting her brother in that fashion. He was handsome, smart, and so very kind. Where she was hateful, cold, and distant, Vincent could be so friendly and loving. It made her feel wanted, and that she wasn't alone in this harsh and hard world. She had Vincent and that's all she needed. Once her fingers stopped moving on the keys, she sighed and slid her fingers off the ivory. Sighing as the house was now quiet. Outside of the moaning wind that was bringing the snow and the fire that popped and cracked in the parlor they had taken for themselves this night. ....Evening brother... Vanessa said softly as she turned on the bench and looked at him. A small smile came to her lips as she looked at him in all his glory. This gray eyes and black curls, he was beyond handsome to her and it made her heart jump in her chest. Her eyes looking over the book he was reading and she sighed heavily, Such a quiet evening....what are you reading... She said softly before she stood from the bench and walked to her brother.