My Babysitter's a Vampire
Ethan Morgan Fic
**DISCONTINUED!!!***
"wait, how did you know?"
"my grandma is a witch, of course I would know!"
William Weir, better known to Whitechapel as Billy (amongst other nicknames), is the older brother to the dork...
HELLO AND WELCOME yes this is a re-write. the movie will be its own chapters. this is actually some back story to how William acts around his brother and the Morgans. if you saw the original writing for this, no you didnt 🔫
anyway onto the totally not re-written prologue.
TW: verbal argument, domestic abuse, possible mentions of blood
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15 years ago~ Somewhere in Ontario, Canada, 1996
"Ready to see your new baby brother?" The father asked his, now, eldest son who was only three. The small dirty blonde child smiled wide and nodded enthusiastically, his mop hair flying around with the movement. "Ready! Ready! Ready!"
The toddler chanted as he hopped forward, holding tightly onto his father's calloused and lightly scared hand from numerous deep paper cuts, that came with working in real estate. The father chuckled at his son's excitement. Leading the boy into the hospital room, a few nurses watch machines that beeped consistently at a loud volume. Sure, it caught the child's attention, but when he heard a baby's whining, his focus was diverted.
Laying on his mother's bare chest, was his new baby brother. The newborn was wrapped in a soft blue stripped blanket, with a small beanie surrounding his dark brown hair. His eyes were half closed, but you can still just barely see the warm brown iris.
The three-year old started up at his incredible mother with awe, and extended his arms to signal that he wanted to join her. The mother was tired from pushing the baby out, so she laughed lightly, still hazy from her epidural. The father lifted the boy up onto the hospital bed, and he crawled forward to give his mom a quick small hug and kiss on the cheek. "Momma?"
"Hi baby... do you want to meet your brother?" The boy, now suddenly nervous, slowly nodded. The parents looked at each other with a smile at their son's reaction to the infant. He was pulled to sit back on a chair, close enough to the bed so mother could see, with pillows for support behind his back, arms, and his lap.
Father picked up the baby, ready to place him in his big brother's awaiting anxious arms, but a knock at the door halted them. Looking over and watching as dad's mother walked in, a small Polaroid camera in her slightly shriveled hands. She wore a smile on her lips, and had a blue gift bag hanging off her inner right elbow. "Seems I've arrived right on time."
Grandma gestured to continue with the first meeting of the new brothers, as she moved to place the gift bag down on any open counter space, which was tough with all the medical equipment and other gifts that were given by family and even some nurses. The father chuckled at his mother, "Of course ma."
"It's great seeing you, Evelyn. Thank you for coming." The new mother of two welcomed her mom-in-law. "And you, my dear. Hope the birth went well. Did you get the epidural?"
The two women made small talk as the father walked over to eldest son, the youngest lying half-asleep in his arms. "Now, be careful son. He's going night-night right now. Be soft with him, okay?"
