"Angel, as in Angelexis," said a silk voice, who belonged to a wonderful young man. I slowly turned, and there he was... Timothy.
"How do you know that name, Young Man," I asked so slowly.
"That was my mother's name. She left me and Father, and hasn't been heard from since. What do you know of her?" he said and asked.
"Son, what do you know of the Old Souls," I asked, I needed to know whether or not he was brainwashed or not.
"They are people that are born with all memories of their past lives, they are the wisest of us," he answered. That was when Brianna screamed, I looked at her. She was wide eyed, you could practically see the images of memories flash before her eyes.
"Ok, Timothy, what I know of Angel, is everything. Your father was the sweetest person I had ever met, but I need your help. Your father wants vengeance for me, leaving you guys. I had to correct my wrongs, and I got sick and died, I am an Old Soul, as well as Brianna. We are, also going to need your help. I need to talk to Alicia, if you hate me I understand, but your Father is going crazy, he is going to hurt you and everyone else I love. Help me please?" he looked at me. He started to run at me and I closed my eyes, expecting death... I opened them and he was hugging me. "Uh Timothy?" I asked so uncertain what to do. He let go of me and blushed.
"Sorry I am just happy that you came home Mum, I also understand you will have to leave again, but to stop Daddy, I understand. Alicia will not go with you though, for some reason she hates you," that was time Brianna had came out of her trance.
"Oh my Gods. You was right, my name used to be Tabitha. What happened to you though?" she asked.
"I will tell you on the way," hen I looked at Timothy. "Please don't tell your Father that I was here. You can come with us," I offered. He shook his head.
"I have to stay here, so when he gets back, he won't suspect anything. I know you want to protect me, But Grandpa beat you to it," I looked at him abruptly.
"What do you mean? Anubis?" he shook his head.
"No, Grandpa Thoran," my heart stopped. He is alive, how? How is he alive? Who did I kill? I fell to my knees, who did I kill? I need James, he knows what I am going through. Why would he protect Timothy? H shouldn't even know about him. Who did I kill? that one question kept going through my head, and what scared me the most was the fact that he made sure Timothy was protected.