charlie beck

                       A sigh slid past her lips knowing how dangerous this battle would be and it was all over her. The thought of never seeing him again pained her but she had all the faith in the world. “I swear to you no harm will be done to Thomas. I would sooner die than allow any harm to be done to him.” Her voice was calm but stern. “But you must promise me something.” For a moment her eyes closed before they opened to meet his. “You have saved me but you will not die for me. This kingdom needs you, Thomas needs you, I need you. Mikael may be a monster but you are strong. Father believed you would be a true kind, be true to his words.”

                    She waited for him to leave before she pulled her sopping clothes off and glanced over at the clothes. She thought for a moment to ask about the teenaged clothes in his home but decided it could come later. She slid a t-shirt over her body before sliding into a pair of sweat pants. She was pleased to see that they fit quite well, though a bit snug on top. She pulled her phone from her wet pants pocket being glad it was water resistant so it was safe to text Rebekah. 

       [ SMS: Angel]: Ran into an old friend. Details in the morning! I love you! 

                      She tossed her clothes in the trash in the girl’s room not even bothering. She’d return the clothes at a later date. “Before I tell you about this wedding you much earn your details.” She teased finding a spot right next to him. “Tell me the truth, what happened? And why do you have a child’s room?”

                      By  the  time  Lillian  meets  him  in  the  lounge,  he’s  already  changed  into  dry  clothes  and  poured  them  both  a  glass  of  O+.    ❛ That’s  Daisy’s  room.  She’s  your  granddaughter. ❜    Or  great  great  granddaughter.   But  they  can  get  into  those  details  soon  enough.   ❛ Where  do  you  want  me  to  start,  with  Theodore?  Peter  did  right  by  you.  That  boy  had  every  thing  he  could  ever  want.   He  had  a  good,  LONG  LIFE.  We  should  take  a  trip  up  to  your  old  place.  There  are  pictures  there  that  you  can  have. ❜   He  can’t  help  but  get  distracted  when  Lillian’s  phone  buzzes.   ❛ That’s  your  girl? ❜ 

                        Lillian laughed but she felt giddy and yet she was sopping wet. “Charlie, perhaps we shouldn’t sit on your couch so,” she gestured to their clothing and the puddles they left behind. “But she is here. We’re getting married next week. I wanted to get married at home.” There was so much excitement in her voice. She couldn’t wait to tell Rebekah that Charlie would be there.

                        Lillian easily followed him. She’d text Rebekah to let her know she was safe and ok. “I’ve met the love of my life, you know.” Her voice was soft but she smiled. “I went to America after, New Orleans. She taught me how to live again.” Though she wished she’d stuck around to see them more. She wished she’d come back sooner so she could have found her family but she hadn’t wanted this for them. Rebekah was the light of this life. She’d felt so alone, she’d hid, and then she found love. It was nice when they reached his flat and they were out of the rain. “Perhaps you can meet her soon.” As if she wasn’t just home sleeping. It was nice to tell him about Rebekah. She dreaded finding out about how everyone had passed.

                       She pulled back enough to look up at him but she didn’t dare let go of him. “I was so broken, Charlie. I couldn’t watch all of you die.” It was something she rarely spoke up. It hurt too much to look back. “What became of Theodore?” She wanted to know everything but her son. To grow up without a mother. He was her biggest regret. “Peter? Mother, father, James?” She couldn’t help but want to know everything. “YOU?” What had happened to her darling older brother?

                       Her body froze the moment she heard his voice. Charlie. It couldn’t be. It had been more than a hundred years. Her head turned to look at him. “Charlie?” Her voice cracked, she hadn’t said his name since the day she’d left London and she couldn’t believe he was here. He was older than she remembered but hardly old enough to be human. She jumped into his arms at a speed that would have knocked him down if he was human. Her tears mixed with the rain on her cheeks. She thought she’d never see him again. She thought she was alone.

@chbeck

                     After a late night, Lillian had gone out alone to explore her old home town. London was still one of her favorite city’s but she hadn’t gone home in a long time. She found what used to be a little bakery with a small flat above it. Of course, now it was a Starbucks. She sighed remembering her days in the bakery sneaking cookies and fresh bread while mother insisted on her getting back to her schooling rather than bother her brothers and father. She felt someone come up next to her but she didn’t care. She was too focused on the memories that had passed.

BASICS

Name: Charlie Beck Age: 27 Parents: Athena & Clayton Beck Claiming Gift: a  magnifying  glass  that  translates  ancient  text  and  a  bronze  sword  that  gives  a  defensive  advantage  to  whoever  is  wielding  it.

POWERS

Telumkinesis: Since  he  is  a  son  of  Athena,  Charlie  has  great  control  over  any  weapon.

Strategy  and  Battle  Skill:  Because  his  mother  is  the  goddess  of  wisdom  and  battle  strategy,  Charlie  is  a  very  skilled  warrior  in  battle  and  an  adept  strategist.

Audiokinesis:  Being  a  son  of  Athena,  Charlie  has  an  affinity  for  arts  and  music,  he  has  disciplined  the  following  abilities:  Memorization  and  Persuasion.

HISTORY

The  eldest  son  of  Clayton  Beck,  owner  of  a  multi-million  dollar,  international  production  company  Beck  Enterprise.

He  spent  several  years  studying  ancient  hieroglyphics  in  Egypt.

Teaches  two  courses  during  alternating  semesters:  battle  strategy  &  intro  to  heiroglyphics.

CONNECTIONS

LILLIAN BECK ( @lillianbeck )  –  Paternal  Half-Sister  -  They  were  raised  together  and  he  is fiercely  protective  over  his  baby  sister.

                     Her sobs quieted much like they’d done when she was a child. This wasn’t the first person she’d watched die and it wouldn’t be the last but she never had to watch them die outside of the hospital. There was a different Lillian reserved for her patients. This, THIS wasn’t normal. “She was just a baby.” It slid past her lips at hardly a whisper. She wished she was dreaming, she wished she wasn’t covered in a child’s blood. She wished Charlie could make it all go away like he’d done to the monsters that lived in her room.

                 She couldn’t breathe and she wanted to fight as hard as she could against him but Lillian had always had one weakness and that was her family. She was a woman, she was strong; until one of her brothers or her father were around to protect her. Charlie was the last in the car after her, the blood on her hands all over his close but she didn’t care. “Why are we leaving, they need to know.” She hadn’t done anything wrong. She should have been there. She should have stopped it. “She’s gonna die,” she didn’t want to believe she was already gone.