The Supernatural Legacy- Chapter 1, Part Two
The Supernatural Legacy
Chapter 1- Of Hunters and Deities
Part Two
The only one who was surprised that Lyndsay went into labor on the way home from work was the coworker who she was carpooling with. Everyone else- myself included- had, to some degree, expected it to happen this way. With as much as she worked, it was almost inevitable.
Of course, she was just happy to finally have her little girl. They named her Mary, after Dean's mother. Dean hadn't told Lyndsay the full story- he doubted she'd believe it all, anyway- but he'd told her enough. His mother died in a fire when he was a child... that was all she needed to know.
As for his daughter, she was just as bright as her brother, and just as happy.
Time passed, as time tends to do, and soon Mary was a toddler. She got into just about everything, really, and had taken to throwing around Cate's old teddy bear or playing dolls with Bobby- whose active imagination made him the perfect playmate.
It was around this time that a group of children showed up on my own doorstep, seeking a temporary place to stay. The eldest, Gavin, insisted their parents were simply elsewhere and would come for them soon enough, but the look of fear in his eyes made me think this wasn't quite the case.
Nonetheless, I offered them a place to stay- my home was certainly big enough- and whatever help I could offer, if they needed it.
The next morning, his sister, Ginger, asked me to join her in a game of pool. I did, of course, more for fondness of the game than for any expectations of finding the truth, but she seemed like she had something on her mind.
After a while, she spoke up rather abruptly. "Gavin lied. Our parents aren't coming for us." She sighed. "They're dead. Our adoptive parents, and for some of us, our birth parents as well. Mine, Gallagher's, and Garrett and Georgia's- they're actually siblings by blood- but Gabby and Gavin don't know where they're from to begin with, so I don't know about their birth parents. We were adopted by this nice couple- Anna and Martin Newson- all six of us, at different times. Gavin first, then me- Gavin was a baby, but I was a child when they adopted me. I remember... Never mind," she said quietly. "Our parents- Anna and Martin, that is- were killed by... please, please believe me on this... no one ever does, but please..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "They were killed by vampires."
"I hate to say it, but I think I do believe you. There's a girl in the house across the street- Cate, she's nearly your age, in fact- whose parents were supposedly killed by vampires as well, several years ago. I've been looking into it, and it doesn't make sense, but it's definitely happening," I replied. "And, if I can, I mean to stop it..."
"Really?"
"Of course. Vampires here are meant to be harmless... all the ones I've ever known would sooner walk into the sunlight willingly than harm another person. Something must have shifted, here in Arbordale at least, without my notice," I said calmly. It was true, there was no reason for a vampire to kill anyone, not they way things normally were, but something in the supernatural community had changed since I brought Dean here. I didn't know why, but I fully intended to find out.
Not long after the Newson kids showed up, Cate's thirteenth birthday rolled around. There wasn't a party, just family and a cake, but it was more than enough. The only thing it was lacking was the presence of Cate's best friends Kendra(who wouldn't turn thirteen until the following week) and Marsha(who was Bobby's age, but- in Cate's opinion- knew how to have fun).
Several days later, Bobby began expressing an interest in the supernatural. Before I could intervene, Dean had directed him to the book he'd written prior to Bobby's birth- Hunting, a book published as fiction despite the fact that, for Dean at least, it was anything but. This sudden interest had me worried about Bobby, but I hoped it was just his innate curiosity, and that, once he had the answers he wanted, he'd drop the subject.
Only time will tell, I'm afraid, yet I'm not sure how wise it is to wait. If it gets too out of hand, I may need help- after all, I have rogue vampires to deal with, six orphans to keep an eye on, and a rather minimal willingness to speak to the family directly. I fear the red skin would be somewhat off-putting, to be honest, and would bring up the question of what, exactly, I am. I'd rather not have to delve into that explanation with them... I doubt Dean would take it well.
Chapter 1- Of Hunters and Deities
Part Two
The only one who was surprised that Lyndsay went into labor on the way home from work was the coworker who she was carpooling with. Everyone else- myself included- had, to some degree, expected it to happen this way. With as much as she worked, it was almost inevitable.
Of course, she was just happy to finally have her little girl. They named her Mary, after Dean's mother. Dean hadn't told Lyndsay the full story- he doubted she'd believe it all, anyway- but he'd told her enough. His mother died in a fire when he was a child... that was all she needed to know.
As for his daughter, she was just as bright as her brother, and just as happy.
Time passed, as time tends to do, and soon Mary was a toddler. She got into just about everything, really, and had taken to throwing around Cate's old teddy bear or playing dolls with Bobby- whose active imagination made him the perfect playmate.
It was around this time that a group of children showed up on my own doorstep, seeking a temporary place to stay. The eldest, Gavin, insisted their parents were simply elsewhere and would come for them soon enough, but the look of fear in his eyes made me think this wasn't quite the case.
Nonetheless, I offered them a place to stay- my home was certainly big enough- and whatever help I could offer, if they needed it.
The next morning, his sister, Ginger, asked me to join her in a game of pool. I did, of course, more for fondness of the game than for any expectations of finding the truth, but she seemed like she had something on her mind.
After a while, she spoke up rather abruptly. "Gavin lied. Our parents aren't coming for us." She sighed. "They're dead. Our adoptive parents, and for some of us, our birth parents as well. Mine, Gallagher's, and Garrett and Georgia's- they're actually siblings by blood- but Gabby and Gavin don't know where they're from to begin with, so I don't know about their birth parents. We were adopted by this nice couple- Anna and Martin Newson- all six of us, at different times. Gavin first, then me- Gavin was a baby, but I was a child when they adopted me. I remember... Never mind," she said quietly. "Our parents- Anna and Martin, that is- were killed by... please, please believe me on this... no one ever does, but please..." she trailed off, shaking her head. "They were killed by vampires."
"I hate to say it, but I think I do believe you. There's a girl in the house across the street- Cate, she's nearly your age, in fact- whose parents were supposedly killed by vampires as well, several years ago. I've been looking into it, and it doesn't make sense, but it's definitely happening," I replied. "And, if I can, I mean to stop it..."
"Really?"
"Of course. Vampires here are meant to be harmless... all the ones I've ever known would sooner walk into the sunlight willingly than harm another person. Something must have shifted, here in Arbordale at least, without my notice," I said calmly. It was true, there was no reason for a vampire to kill anyone, not they way things normally were, but something in the supernatural community had changed since I brought Dean here. I didn't know why, but I fully intended to find out.
Not long after the Newson kids showed up, Cate's thirteenth birthday rolled around. There wasn't a party, just family and a cake, but it was more than enough. The only thing it was lacking was the presence of Cate's best friends Kendra(who wouldn't turn thirteen until the following week) and Marsha(who was Bobby's age, but- in Cate's opinion- knew how to have fun).
Several days later, Bobby began expressing an interest in the supernatural. Before I could intervene, Dean had directed him to the book he'd written prior to Bobby's birth- Hunting, a book published as fiction despite the fact that, for Dean at least, it was anything but. This sudden interest had me worried about Bobby, but I hoped it was just his innate curiosity, and that, once he had the answers he wanted, he'd drop the subject.
Only time will tell, I'm afraid, yet I'm not sure how wise it is to wait. If it gets too out of hand, I may need help- after all, I have rogue vampires to deal with, six orphans to keep an eye on, and a rather minimal willingness to speak to the family directly. I fear the red skin would be somewhat off-putting, to be honest, and would bring up the question of what, exactly, I am. I'd rather not have to delve into that explanation with them... I doubt Dean would take it well.