Two cloaked figures appeared beside a dimly lit alleyway on the derelict outskirts of London. The larger of the two attempted to step out into the light but the other pulled him back. Mere seconds before a pop sounded and a third figure materialised. Laurel and Wyatt Aldridge waited for the masked figure to pass before stepping out of the shadows.
The flickering street light above revealed a small infant bundled up in blankets pulled closely to the woman's chest. The couple headed out of the alleyway towards a row of dilapidated homes. While walking, the mother attempted to shelter the sleeping child in her arms from the rain threatening to consume them fearing it would wake the little one. Pausing momentarily, she looked down to see her sound asleep with a small smile on her face. Too young and innocent for the world she was born into. She was the slither of hope in an otherwise hopeless world. The sound of a dog barking in the distance jolted her back to life. Aware of the dangers of being in the open too long, Wyatt looked towards his wife before attempting to guide her onwards.
They continued past the homes until they were met with an old fence separating them from the cobbled street bearing their destination. Two pop sounds later and the gate was behind them. Side by side, they stood looking down the deserted road. House after house, each telling a different story as they delved deeper into the labyrinth that was Renaissance Close before finally reaching the end. The building stuck out like a sore thumb, its amber door was a splash of colour in the otherwise bleak street and the sign adorned below the second story window made the graffiti seem almost invisible.
In that moment, both parents envied those who had visited before them. The ones oblivious to the darkness taking over and the new found danger that came with the purity of a man's blood. Others would call them cowards for running and giving in, but they were doing the only thing that they knew would protect their daughter from the horrors and prejudice of their world -completely removing her from it. Laurel leaned down to kiss her daughter preparing to pass her to her father. Wyatt bent forward over the bundle of blankets to kiss the child. moving a brown curl from her face before lifting her from her mother's arms and making his way to the door. Laying her gently on the doorstep below the porch protecting her from the harsh weather. He took a letter out of his pocket, tucking it in one of the many blankets before ringing the bell and walking back to his wife.
When he reached her, he took note of the tears staining her face. The couple wanted to wait and see their daughter be taken inside, but the pain was too much for Laurel to deal with.
"Go home. I'll wait here" he said.
The weeping woman took one last look at the ray of hope they'd left abandoned on the doorstep before apparating away. Unaware of the looming threat waiting for her in the shadows of their home.
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