Never escape from Destiny
Title: Never Escape From Destiny
Rating: PG-13
Verse: Custom/Supernatural Genre
Location: Big Sur, California
Authors Notes: Building up Character backgrounds for the August Moon Cove Storyline
“How much further until we reach the campsite?” Alexandria asked.
“Stop whining, you only asked that question five minutes ago. I swear I better not have to listen to you whine about getting dirt under your nails for the next three days.” Dylan adjusted his backpack and peered over his shoulder at his sister.
“How is asking a simple question whining? Am I not allowed to ask questions anymore? Who died and made you king of the hill? It’s not like I ever hiked to a campsite or been camping before. Stop being such a jerk!” Alexandria said as she stumbled over an over turned root stuck in the ground.
“Have a nice trip? See you next fall!” Dylan said as he gave his sister a jaunty salute.
“I hate you,” Alexandria said.
“Are you tuning them out?” Claire asked as they made it to the campsite.
“Tune out who?” Ethan joked and took off his backpack.
“I can hear you!” Alexandria said. She took off her back pack and sat down on the bench attached to the picnic table. Camping wasn’t exactly one of her favorite things to do but she had no way of getting out of it. Plus her father wanted to have family time together.
After they set up their tents, Ethan pulled hot dogs out of the ice chest while Claire started a fire in the pit. The sun set behind the horizon and the children finally started to enjoy the outdoors. “tomorrow we’ll have S’mores. We have a big day tomorrow so get to bed.”
“Geez do we have to go to bed Dad? Why can’t we stay up and go snipe hunting?” Alexandria pouted and crossed her arms.
“Because snipe hunting isn’t real dumbass,” Dylan said.
“Don’t call your sister a dumbass Dylan,” Claire said. “We’re all going to bed now. Make sure you two zip up your tent so the bugs don’t pick you two up and carry you away.”
“Dylan is so skinny a strong breeze would pick him up and carry him away,” Alexandria said.
“Better to be skinny then fat,” Dylan said.
“I’m not fat! I’m just big chested or for my age. I’m not fat!” Alexandria said. “Mom!!! Dylan is calling me Fat again!”
“I can’t wait until you start High school next year, I’m going to make your life miserable Fatty -cakes!” Dylan said.
He was a sophomore this year, while his younger sister was in the eighth grade.
“I am so not hanging out with you! You’re a bully and a loser. I hate you!” Alexandria said.
“I hate you too!” Dylan said.
“Enough!” Ethan said. “When I was your age, if my father caught me talking to my sister Katherine like that he would have slapped me silly. Children today, you two need to show each other respect. Now get to bed and stop fighting.”
Ethan watched his two children head towards their six man partitioned tent and wondered if he spoiled them too much.
“I’m glad we moved here, It’s nice and best of all no pest problems,” Claire dusted her parka off as she made rounds around the campsite. “Kids are in their tents, hopefully we wore them out today so we can have some alone time.”
“I don’t miss it at all. That isn’t the life I wanted for our family, for my children,” he got up and wrapped his arms around her, “for our family.” He kissed her nose and held her tight by the crackling camp fire.
It had been nearly six years since Ethan moved from August Moon Cove, a small New England town in Massachusetts to California and he swore he would never return. Although he missed his sister, Katherine Alexander, he did see her family on occasion when they would fly out to visit him.
Ethan and Claire both grew up in small New England town In Massachusetts and knew the legends of Vampires and werewolves were not folk tales told at night to scare the children. By the age of 16 he was hunting with his father and Katherine’s father as well. Richard, his best friend and Katherine’s husband at the time would hunt with him as well.
He continued to hunt during the full moon even after Claire became Pregnant with Dylan. Ridding the town of werewolves had become something he was accustomed too. And although he witnessed his share of deaths, never had a death affected him as much as his fathers.
The memory came suddenly, and Ethan closed his eyes tight trying to stop it but it hit him full force.
“You two head east, we’re going around west. Remember eyes open, hit em’ with silver and don’t let them bite or scratch you, One bite and there isn’t any coming back from that,” Conrad Morgan said.
“I know Dad, I’ve been doing this for a long time,” Ethan said.
“Just because you’re married and have kids doesn’t’ mean you suddenly know everything there is to know about life boy. Don’t do anything stupid and make it where I have to shoot you. Make sure those kids grow up with a father you hear me?” Conrad said.
“Yes Dad,” Ethan said. “Come on Richard.”
The young men headed towards the east but didn’t get very far when they heard shots fired. “Shit!”
Ethan and Richard ran towards the sound of the fired shots and found Richards father pulling the trigger and killing a werewolf that had attacked his father. “Dad! NO!”
Ethan ran towards his father, sliding on the ground and letting his own shot gun fall to the side. “Dad no! No! No!”
His father lay on the ground, bleeding with the werewolf on top of him. Or to be more accurate a dirty naked man. Richard headed over and pushed the werewolf off his father in law and knelt down on the other side. Richard’s father walked up to him.
“Son,” Conrad reached over and weakly took his sons hand. “Do it.”
“No Dad, We can lock you up in a cage during the full moon. I can’t do it. I can’t and I know we made that promise but I have to break it. I can’t shoot you Dad,” Ethan said.
“God Dammit! Do it. Don’t make me live as the thing I hate the most. Don’t damn me to this life!” Conner said. He leaned over and began to cough up blood.
Everybody was staring at Ethan; He knew it was his responsibility to end this.
“I love you Dad. I don’t want to do it. Can’t ….” Ethan grabbed his father’s hands and lowered his head.
“Son, we all make choices in our lives. I knew this life would be the end of me. But you have to do it. You have to shoot me. Just do it,” Conrad said.
Ethan nodded and stood up. Richard and his father Seth stood back. Ethan got up and held the shot gun at his father. Tears ran down his face and his father said, “Do it! Do it! Don’t make me become the thing I hate!”
Ethan shuddered, sobbed and then shot his father three times in the chest. When his father lay Dead Ethan threw the shot gun on the ground and sat down next to his dead father.
“It was the right thing to do, it was what he wanted,” Seth said.
“I want him to have a proper funeral. A true hunter’s funeral, and then I’m leaving. Claire has a job offer out in California. I’m taking the kids and walking away from this life.” Ethan said.
He opened his eyes, wondering why now of all times that memory had to surface and pulled away for a moment as he looked down at Claire.
“I have another surprise for you,” Claire said.
“I like surprises,” Ethan said.
“I’m pregnant,” Claire said, “Six weeks now.”
Ethan smiled and hugged his wife tight. “You have made me the happiest man on Earth.”
But as soon as he set Claire down on the ground, he heard a familiar noise. One he did not consider welcoming. “No, this can’t be happening.”
Claire spun around and screamed when the werewolf charged her. Before Ethan could grab a weapon she stopped screaming and he didn’t want to think about the meaning of her silence. It was something he refused to think about as he grabbed a hunting knife that was on the picnic table. A large sharp knife dipped in silver, an old habit that he never stopped doing to all his knives, even his cutlery.
Alexandria screaming, Dylan yelling, was sounds his brain refused to register. He knew they were near Claire but he was focused on the snarling werewolf that paced back and forth before it charged him. Although it had been years since he hunted, everything came back to him as soon as the werewolf leapt towards him. Ethan didn’t even move, he just let the werewolf place both paws on his chest and knock him over.
Both he and the werewolf tumbled towards the ground and Ethan shoved the silver knife into the werewolves snarling mouth. With a strength he was not aware he possessed he ripped it upwards and sliced through the werewolves nose, and the rest of its head. With a yelp the werewolf died and a few seconds later a naked, disheveled man, with his brains spilling out laid on top of Ethan. He pushed him off and ran towards his wife.
“No, No,” he said but he knew she was dead. Her eyes looked like glass eyes as they rolled upwards staring and yet not seeing the stars above. “NOOOOOO!”
Ethan held his dead wife in his arms, the congealing blood mingling with the blood from the slain werewolf as he rocked her over and over wishing she would come alive. He knew that his destiny would never escape him. He knew he would have to return to the life he tried so hard to run from.
But a hunter never escapes his destiny.
Rating: PG-13
Verse: Custom/Supernatural Genre
Location: Big Sur, California
Authors Notes: Building up Character backgrounds for the August Moon Cove Storyline
“How much further until we reach the campsite?” Alexandria asked.
“Stop whining, you only asked that question five minutes ago. I swear I better not have to listen to you whine about getting dirt under your nails for the next three days.” Dylan adjusted his backpack and peered over his shoulder at his sister.
“How is asking a simple question whining? Am I not allowed to ask questions anymore? Who died and made you king of the hill? It’s not like I ever hiked to a campsite or been camping before. Stop being such a jerk!” Alexandria said as she stumbled over an over turned root stuck in the ground.
“Have a nice trip? See you next fall!” Dylan said as he gave his sister a jaunty salute.
“I hate you,” Alexandria said.
“Are you tuning them out?” Claire asked as they made it to the campsite.
“Tune out who?” Ethan joked and took off his backpack.
“I can hear you!” Alexandria said. She took off her back pack and sat down on the bench attached to the picnic table. Camping wasn’t exactly one of her favorite things to do but she had no way of getting out of it. Plus her father wanted to have family time together.
After they set up their tents, Ethan pulled hot dogs out of the ice chest while Claire started a fire in the pit. The sun set behind the horizon and the children finally started to enjoy the outdoors. “tomorrow we’ll have S’mores. We have a big day tomorrow so get to bed.”
“Geez do we have to go to bed Dad? Why can’t we stay up and go snipe hunting?” Alexandria pouted and crossed her arms.
“Because snipe hunting isn’t real dumbass,” Dylan said.
“Don’t call your sister a dumbass Dylan,” Claire said. “We’re all going to bed now. Make sure you two zip up your tent so the bugs don’t pick you two up and carry you away.”
“Dylan is so skinny a strong breeze would pick him up and carry him away,” Alexandria said.
“Better to be skinny then fat,” Dylan said.
“I’m not fat! I’m just big chested or for my age. I’m not fat!” Alexandria said. “Mom!!! Dylan is calling me Fat again!”
“I can’t wait until you start High school next year, I’m going to make your life miserable Fatty -cakes!” Dylan said.
He was a sophomore this year, while his younger sister was in the eighth grade.
“I am so not hanging out with you! You’re a bully and a loser. I hate you!” Alexandria said.
“I hate you too!” Dylan said.
“Enough!” Ethan said. “When I was your age, if my father caught me talking to my sister Katherine like that he would have slapped me silly. Children today, you two need to show each other respect. Now get to bed and stop fighting.”
Ethan watched his two children head towards their six man partitioned tent and wondered if he spoiled them too much.
“I’m glad we moved here, It’s nice and best of all no pest problems,” Claire dusted her parka off as she made rounds around the campsite. “Kids are in their tents, hopefully we wore them out today so we can have some alone time.”
“I don’t miss it at all. That isn’t the life I wanted for our family, for my children,” he got up and wrapped his arms around her, “for our family.” He kissed her nose and held her tight by the crackling camp fire.
It had been nearly six years since Ethan moved from August Moon Cove, a small New England town in Massachusetts to California and he swore he would never return. Although he missed his sister, Katherine Alexander, he did see her family on occasion when they would fly out to visit him.
Ethan and Claire both grew up in small New England town In Massachusetts and knew the legends of Vampires and werewolves were not folk tales told at night to scare the children. By the age of 16 he was hunting with his father and Katherine’s father as well. Richard, his best friend and Katherine’s husband at the time would hunt with him as well.
He continued to hunt during the full moon even after Claire became Pregnant with Dylan. Ridding the town of werewolves had become something he was accustomed too. And although he witnessed his share of deaths, never had a death affected him as much as his fathers.
The memory came suddenly, and Ethan closed his eyes tight trying to stop it but it hit him full force.
“You two head east, we’re going around west. Remember eyes open, hit em’ with silver and don’t let them bite or scratch you, One bite and there isn’t any coming back from that,” Conrad Morgan said.
“I know Dad, I’ve been doing this for a long time,” Ethan said.
“Just because you’re married and have kids doesn’t’ mean you suddenly know everything there is to know about life boy. Don’t do anything stupid and make it where I have to shoot you. Make sure those kids grow up with a father you hear me?” Conrad said.
“Yes Dad,” Ethan said. “Come on Richard.”
The young men headed towards the east but didn’t get very far when they heard shots fired. “Shit!”
Ethan and Richard ran towards the sound of the fired shots and found Richards father pulling the trigger and killing a werewolf that had attacked his father. “Dad! NO!”
Ethan ran towards his father, sliding on the ground and letting his own shot gun fall to the side. “Dad no! No! No!”
His father lay on the ground, bleeding with the werewolf on top of him. Or to be more accurate a dirty naked man. Richard headed over and pushed the werewolf off his father in law and knelt down on the other side. Richard’s father walked up to him.
“Son,” Conrad reached over and weakly took his sons hand. “Do it.”
“No Dad, We can lock you up in a cage during the full moon. I can’t do it. I can’t and I know we made that promise but I have to break it. I can’t shoot you Dad,” Ethan said.
“God Dammit! Do it. Don’t make me live as the thing I hate the most. Don’t damn me to this life!” Conner said. He leaned over and began to cough up blood.
Everybody was staring at Ethan; He knew it was his responsibility to end this.
“I love you Dad. I don’t want to do it. Can’t ….” Ethan grabbed his father’s hands and lowered his head.
“Son, we all make choices in our lives. I knew this life would be the end of me. But you have to do it. You have to shoot me. Just do it,” Conrad said.
Ethan nodded and stood up. Richard and his father Seth stood back. Ethan got up and held the shot gun at his father. Tears ran down his face and his father said, “Do it! Do it! Don’t make me become the thing I hate!”
Ethan shuddered, sobbed and then shot his father three times in the chest. When his father lay Dead Ethan threw the shot gun on the ground and sat down next to his dead father.
“It was the right thing to do, it was what he wanted,” Seth said.
“I want him to have a proper funeral. A true hunter’s funeral, and then I’m leaving. Claire has a job offer out in California. I’m taking the kids and walking away from this life.” Ethan said.
He opened his eyes, wondering why now of all times that memory had to surface and pulled away for a moment as he looked down at Claire.
“I have another surprise for you,” Claire said.
“I like surprises,” Ethan said.
“I’m pregnant,” Claire said, “Six weeks now.”
Ethan smiled and hugged his wife tight. “You have made me the happiest man on Earth.”
But as soon as he set Claire down on the ground, he heard a familiar noise. One he did not consider welcoming. “No, this can’t be happening.”
Claire spun around and screamed when the werewolf charged her. Before Ethan could grab a weapon she stopped screaming and he didn’t want to think about the meaning of her silence. It was something he refused to think about as he grabbed a hunting knife that was on the picnic table. A large sharp knife dipped in silver, an old habit that he never stopped doing to all his knives, even his cutlery.
Alexandria screaming, Dylan yelling, was sounds his brain refused to register. He knew they were near Claire but he was focused on the snarling werewolf that paced back and forth before it charged him. Although it had been years since he hunted, everything came back to him as soon as the werewolf leapt towards him. Ethan didn’t even move, he just let the werewolf place both paws on his chest and knock him over.
Both he and the werewolf tumbled towards the ground and Ethan shoved the silver knife into the werewolves snarling mouth. With a strength he was not aware he possessed he ripped it upwards and sliced through the werewolves nose, and the rest of its head. With a yelp the werewolf died and a few seconds later a naked, disheveled man, with his brains spilling out laid on top of Ethan. He pushed him off and ran towards his wife.
“No, No,” he said but he knew she was dead. Her eyes looked like glass eyes as they rolled upwards staring and yet not seeing the stars above. “NOOOOOO!”
Ethan held his dead wife in his arms, the congealing blood mingling with the blood from the slain werewolf as he rocked her over and over wishing she would come alive. He knew that his destiny would never escape him. He knew he would have to return to the life he tried so hard to run from.
But a hunter never escapes his destiny.