Alastor

9

(Bernard's POV)

Bernard paced back and forth, his hands twitching nervously. After his recent visit with his sister he had gotten new information. His oldest son was with Bernard's father.

Had he really been that much of a bad father like Brooklyn said? Speaking of Brooklyn what ever happened to her, she never got back to him.

"Dada?" Truman said, peeking his head out of a door. "Come here Truman." Bernard said, waving over his youngest son. He got on one knee to be closer to the height of Truman.

"How would you like to spend a few nights with mommy?" Bernard said, taking a long pause before he talked. "Mommy?! YEAH!" Truman said, jumping up excitedly.

"Okay then, go put your shoes on and we'll get going." Bernard said, Truman nodded and ran off. Bernard sighed, grabbing a coat and his wallet. He'd have to go talk to someone he'd lost long ago.

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Bernard arrived at a large two storied house, Truman waking behind him. Damn it, I wished I saved up for that car years ago. Bernard went up the steps and knocked on the door, taking a deep breath as it opened.

A beautiful lady with black hair stood in the doorway, large white sunglasses on her face. "Yes?" She said, her eyes invisible behind her sunglasses. "Widow? It's- its Bernard."

The lady took off her sunglasses, taking a once over of Bernard. "It is you." Widow said, getting a look at Truman behind Bernard. Bernard grabbed Truman lightly by the shoulders, putting him in-front of him.

"This is Truman, he's our son. Remember?" Bernard said. "Of course I remember!" Widow said, giving Truman a big hug as she picked him up. She did so with ease as Truman was rather underweight for a nine year old.

"I need you to take care of him for a while, I hope it's not a problem." Bernard said, nervously putting his hand into his pockets to hide the twitching. It was one effect of his smoking habit, he wasn't ready to show how much he had declined in health after Widow left.

"Of course! I'd love to spend some time with my son." Widow said, giving Truman a light kiss on his forehead as he smiled. "May I ask why?" Widow asked. Bernard looked down for a moment.

"It's about our oldest son, Alastor." Bernard said, Widow frowned then nodded. "Come back whenever you can." Bernard nodded as Widow closed the door. Bernard sighed and turned around, signaling for a taxi.

It took a minute till one pulled up. "You have money?" The driver asked, Bernard rummaged through his pockets taking out a wads of ones. "I have ten dollars, is that enough?" Bernard asked. "Depends where you're going."

Bernard mumbled the driver an address, who nodded. "I'll take you up as far to the beginning of the hill, you'll have to walk the rest." Bernard nodded, stepping into the taxi as they drove away.

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Bernard stepped out of the car, handing the taxi driver some money. He pulled away, leaving Bernard standing alone on the hill. He turned to see an old Victorian style house, something that had haunted his dreams for years.

He hiked up the hill, his hands twitching. Both from his smoking and from nervousness. When he had reached the top he still couldn't believe what he was doing. Damn it, the things I'll go through for this boy.

Bernard raised a hand to knock at the door, hovering above the wood for a moment before it made contact.

He knocked a few times before he saw the doorknob turn, he took a quick deep breath of cold air before the door opened. Before Bernard stood a man taller than himself, his hair grey with strands of red through out.