Summary: Edwin and Lizzie will do anything for one another. Even kill.
Author: Lady Azura
Disclaimer: Don't own LWD. 'Nuff said.
Author's Note: I just love the bond between them, so I decided to explore it a bit.
Edwin and Lizzie would do anything for each other.
After all, it wasn't as if they had a choice. Being the middle kids, they were often pushed aside and ignored, or subjected to rigorous torture courtesy of their older siblings and, on rare occasion, even their parents. Whether it was playing the role of liaison during the many conflicts that sparked within the household, being paid unfair wages as a result of excessive chores and age difference, or being used in some way, shape or form -- in addition to many other instances -- it was really no wonder why Edwin and Lizzie would go to such great lengths for one another.
From the time that their parents tied the knot and all hell broke loose in the form of Derek Venturi and Casey McDonald, Lizzie and Edwin had no choice but to stick together. Not at first, of course (because Lizzie adored her sister too much to betray her, and Edwin was, as Casey once put it, Derek's "puppet"), but it didn't take long for the two to find solace in each other, and grow close. They both felt the burden of being "leftovers" in the eyes of their family and friends. While the rest of their siblings thrived in one way or another (Casey with her dancing and her academics, and Derek with his athletic abilities and social skills), they had to work hard to free themselves from the shadows that the elder two had left in their wake, and somehow find their own niches. Even then, it was still insignificant compared to what Derek and Casey had to offer.
So they clung to one another for comfort and reassurance -- which really wasn't all that difficult, considering that no one else in their family truly understood them, except for… well, them.
However, all of those years of feeling inferior, inadequate and under appreciated only managed to strengthen the bond between them. By the time they entered their sophomore and junior year of high school, that bond had already been tested numerous times -- both by themselves, and others. The former happened only once, and was nothing more than a distant memory that took place while they were still on the cusp of puberty. It happened within the few days that they'd finally had enough of being bossed around by Derek and Casey, and had decided to take a stand against them. One minute, they'd been scheming in the Games Closet, and the next… they'd been locked at the lips. Although it had merely been for "research", it was never spoken about afterwards.
But it was also never forgotten, and still lingered in their subconscious minds, reminding and taunting them both every time they found themselves kissing a different partner. Unfortunately, that one simple kiss had unlocked an entirely new world of confusing emotions. Luckily, they were able to suppress those new feelings for one another -- at least for a couple of years. Until the next incident.
Edwin first realized he was attracted to his step-sister in the tenth grade when, after he'd gotten back together with Michelle, the latter had broken his heart for the second time by hooking up with Teddy of all people behind his back. In response to toying with and shattering his heart, Lizzie had shattered Michelle's nose in the middle of the cafeteria, and then stalked off down the hall with Edwin trailing closely behind, trying desperately not to grab her and pull her into the nearest janitor's closet for steamy sex.
For Lizzie, only a few weeks had passed after she'd taught Michelle a "lesson" when she realized that there had been a shift in her and Edwin's relationship. She started to notice him acting weird whenever he was around her. He began to look at her strangely, especially when they were alone, his dark eyes brimming with something she couldn't quite recognize, but it made her face heat up and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She ignored it, though, and continued to suppress the newfound desire growing within her -- at least until she fell asleep, when her dreams breathed life into it, and made her see smoldering eyes boring into her own, and feel soft lips pressing openmouthed kisses along exposed skin.
As unwanted emotions bubbled to the surface rapidly, they began to avoid one another in an effort to cease them altogether. Unfortunately, in doing so, Edwin and Lizzie grew distant from each other.
However, despite that they'd drifted apart some, they would still do anything for one another.
Which is why, when Lizzie came home from soccer practice one evening and threw herself into his arms, tearfully telling him about the encounter she'd had with Scott -- her old coach and crush, who'd scammed Casey and three other girls a few years before -- and how he'd taken advantage of her, Edwin's blood ran cold. Then he pulled her closer and tightened his hold protectively, vowing to exact revenge on Scott and anyone else who caused her pain.
"Don't worry, Liz. I'll make things right. I promise." He murmured against the top of her head. "No one will ever hurt you again."
Nearly a year had passed since Edwin had made his vow, but it was to be expected. After all, the perfect revenge took time and planning, and lots of resources. His revenge wasn't simply going to be an amateur prank consisting of him egging Scott's house. That wouldn't be enough. He wanted to make Scott pay for what he did to Lizzie. By the time he was done with him, Scott would be begging for death.
Finally, the opportunity to strike came at last, and now he found himself standing over the scum that had violated his step-sister. It was midnight, and he was in Scott Thomas' house with a switch knife poised above his bare chest. The urge to stab the older man was astronomical.
"I should kill you right now." He muttered. "You deserve it. People like you deserve to die, and to rot in Hell."
Scott didn't budge. Edwin growled angrily and lowered the blade, fully prepared to plunge it deep into the heart of the monster that lay before him, but Lizzie's voice stopped him.
The Venturi boy opened his mouth to protest, but fell silent when his step-sister sent him a sharp glance. He sighed and put his knife away, and then reached over to grab each of Scott's wrists while Lizzie took his ankles. Then, together, they hoisted the twenty-something-year-old off the mattress and proceeded to take him to the next location.
A groan alerted Edwin of Scott's newly conscious state. Turning away from the mirror hanging above the mantel, he watched disgustedly as Scott lifted his head and peered around in confusion, still not quite awake. After about a minute or so, he seemed to realize that something was off and looked down, only to find himself tied to one of his kitchen chairs. Edwin let out a snort when the older man began to struggle and squirm against the ropes that bound him, but with no avail. Upon hearing the noise, however, Scott's gaze shot up and settled on the teenager across from him.
"Who the fuck are you?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "And why the fuck am I tied up?"
Edwin narrowed his eyes dangerously and stepped closer, leaning in so that his face was just mere inches away from Scott's.
"Me? I'm your worst nightmare." He said, echoing the words that Teddy had spoken to his own brother so many years ago. "Edwin Venturi."
Scott stared blankly for a moment, before his face lit up with recognition.
"You're Derek's brother."
"Damn straight." Edwin uttered darkly, before straightening his posture and folding his arms across his chest. "As for why you're tied up… well. Let's just say that if it hadn't been for Lizzie, you'd already be dead."
Scott's eyes widened.
Edwin clenched his fists.
"Yes, Lizzie. You know, the girl you raped?" Before Scott could answer, Edwin cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. What I want to know is… why. And you better tell the truth, you piece of shit, or I swear to God I'll slit you're throat right here and now." He flipped open his switch knife to show that he wasn't merely kidding around, and that he was dead serious. "Don't think I won't, because I will."
When Scott failed to reply, Edwin grew impatient and held the blade of his knife closer to the man bound in front of him. "Tell me, Scott… do you normally go around raping 14-year-old girls? Or just the ones who trust you?"
"Have you seen her?" He asked incredulously. "She's a carbon copy of Casey. I've always wanted a piece of that ass, you know, but since you and your bastard brother prevented me from doing so, and since I knew that Lizzie had always harbored a crush on me… well, the answer was obvious." His lips curled into a sinister smirk. "Besides, I deserved a reward for coaching all those yea -- SHIT!"
A strangled cry left the back of his throat when Edwin suddenly brought his foot down on his junk as hard as he possibly could, sending unimaginable agony throughout his entire body.
"You disgusting pig!" He snarled, twisting his foot and causing Scott to shout in pain once more. "I should castrate you. Then you'd never be able to hurt another girl ever again!"
Scott wheezed and gasped for breath as Edwin reluctantly removed his foot, and then glared up at him disdainfully.
"You're just jealous that I was her first, and not you." He spat. "You're the disgusting one, lusting after your step-sister just like your brother did with Casey. I'm not blind… I saw the way he looked at her, and I've seen the way you've looked at Lizzie. I was doing what nature intended, and taking what was rightfully mine. You, on the other hand… you're an incestuous freak." He let out a hoarse cough, and then added, "She was asking for it, anyw -"
Before Scott could finish his sentence, and before Edwin could even so much as react, a sickening snap echoed throughout the living room and the older man slumped forward.
When Edwin glanced up, he was surprised to find Lizzie standing behind Scott's lifeless form.
"What are you doing here? I told you to go to Michlle's!"
Lizzie bit her lip. "I know… but I couldn't let you do this by yourself." She tilted her head to the side. "You're not mad, are you?"
Edwin's face softened.
"No… I guess not." He said. "But you could've at least let me torture him a bit."
Lizzie laughed, and then peered down at Scott.
"So… what now?" She asked.
"I dunno. But we'll figure something out." He assured her, walking over and wrapping his arms around her. "We always do."
"We always do." Lizzie echoed softly, leaning into his embrace and closing her eyes.
Edwin and Lizzie would do anything for each other.
Pairing(s): Lizwin, implied Dasey, and… implied Scizzie, I suppose.
Do NOT ask where this idea came from. It was originally going to be a lot more morbid, though.