OC Origins: Curtis

Chapter 6: The Father

Hello my beasties! It's time for another chapter of the origin of your favorite charming monster that you love so much!(this chapter will be taking place about five years later, due to plot convenience) In this chapter, we will finally be introduced to a character I've been itching to put in , and we'll have some gore in this finally.......

Five years later.......

Time passed, as time often does. It had been five years since Emily had sent her son out into the world, and there wasn't a day that had went by were she had regretted it. He would have been twelve years old now, she thought miserably as she worked on mending the already threadbare blankets in the house.(Margaret was cooking dinner and Peter was in his room.)

Even if it had to be done, to keep him safe from that man that was his father, and the others of his kind, she still regretted the measures that she had to take to keep her son safe.

Lost in her misery, she barely heard the sharp knock at the front door.

Her head snapped up as she looked towards the direction where the sound was coming from.

Who could it be at this hour? There was practically nobody on the streets at this time, and mostly everyone was inside, so who could it be?

The person on the other side of the door knocked again, causing Margaret to look up from her work.

"Who could that be? I don't think we were expectin-" Her response was cut off by Peter's abrupt entrance.

His temper had been getting worse as of the past five years, and Emily knew she better stay out of his way, or risk the consequences. Her sister knew it too, but she said nothing.

"Emily, open the damned door."

Getting up, Emily headed for the door. But when she opened it, she saw someone she had hoped she would never see again. The man that she had loved and had hidden from for the past twelve years.

"Magnus." She had never expected that he would find her, but how did he find her? After twelve years, she thought that he had given up on looking for her, and that she and her family were finally safe from him and his "abilities".....

But now that was apparently not the case.

The man saw her shocked expression and slowly smiled, as if he was pleased to see her so shocked.

He was a tall man, dressed in an elegant suit, a bit thinner than most of the aristocrats in the day, but it seemed to make him more interesting and maybe even a little unsettling. His pale skin glinted in the moonlight, and his beautiful green eyes seemed to glow with some sort of hidden light. His head was bare, showing off his neatly combed black hair shot through with silver at the temples. In his free hand, he gripped a walking stick with a gold sphere on the top. There was something of her son in that face, maybe in the cheekbones, maybe in the eyes, maybe in the face shape, but she could see a bit of her son in him, and that terrified her more than anything.

His lips curled up, showing his teeth as he smiled at her.

"Why hello Emily."

He looked up at the other inhabitants in the house, who also had equally shocked expressions on their faces.

"Ah yes, the rest of your family is here." His lips curled up into a sneer as he looked over Margaret and Peter. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll be seeing myself in."

Peter turned to Margaret, and spoke through bloodless lips. "Margaret, why don't you go to the other room."

Margaret looked up at him, horrified and a little confused. "But..."