Serial Killer's Daughter

Ancient History

Dedicated to LukeWall because he loves this story and inspired me to update quicker!

A/N: I'm sorry i know i suck at updating but hope you like this one. Kind of gives a background story. ANywho so yeah.

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My aunt Katharine stood at the doorway of my bathroom, a bat in her hand, ready to swing. To be completely honest she looked hilarious. Her blonde hair was in a messy bun and strands in her face. Her pajamas wrinkled and her blue eyes wide with shock. She slowly lowered the bat as her brain registered that it was me. She let out a breath, as if she had been holding it in for a while.

“Oh thank god it’s just you.” She said her posture relaxing. “I thought you were some burglar or something. Why aren’t you at the party? It’s still going on isn’t it?”

“I got tired.” I replied, not knowing what else to say.

My Aunt Katharine’s lips turned downwards into a frown as she just remembered that only a day ago my dad had been convicted of man slaughter and was awaiting trial, locked up behind bars.

“You want to go downstairs into the kitchen and drink hot chocolate?” She asked me, giving me a small smile. Not wanting to turn down her proposal and kindness, I agreed.

“Sure.” I replied.

I followed her lead and out of my room, down the hallway, around the corner, down the stairs, around yet another corner, down another hallway, and through a doorway which revealed a large kitchen. I took a seat on a bar stool in front of the large island as my Aunt Katherine took out a pot and boiled water. She took out two mugs and poured two packets of hot chocolate into each one.

“Two packets are the trick.” She told me as she saw my questioning look. I nodded my head and grinned at that.

After a while a steaming cup of hot chocolate with a cinnamon stick was in my hands. Aunt Katharine took a stool next to me and pushed a plate of chocolate chip cookies in-between us.

“Do you like it here so far?” She asked me, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. I took a sip from mine and let the liquid warm my insides. However I had butterflies in my tummy and my leg was jiggling, a nervous tic of mine.

“Yes, it’s beautiful here and big. I’m not even sure I’ll find my way back to my room.” I said in a rushed voice. It just felt weird having a cup of hot chocolate with an Aunt I didn’t even know existed. Yet, here I was. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure sweetie, anything,” She replied, angling her body to face me more.

“Can you tell me about my mom? My dad didn’t like to talk about her much.” I explained. I was completely honest. My dad didn’t like to talk about my mom at all; it was only those few slip ups that he ever did talk about her. I had no memories of her whatsoever and the only picture I had of her was in my locket. 

“What do you want to know?”

“How was my mom like? My dad said she was stubborn like me.” I informed her, she grinned at that.

She then put down her mug of hot chocolate and looked me directly in the eye. Her blue eyes twinkled with sadness and past memories that must’ve been playing in her mind.

“Well, your mom was my older sister by a year or so. She was amazing. I emulated her, she was my idol, and she was who I wanted to be. She never did let all the materialistic things get to her, she was down to earth, I guess you could say. She had the biggest heart, but she also had our father’s stubbornness and will. If she wanted something her way, you could be sure that it would go her way.” My Aunt told me, her eyes glistening with tears.