When I arrived back home, I was far from imagining what I would find. I had deserted the laboratory a few minutes after discovering my son's portrait from that vampire's pocket. I had to do some research. I had shoved the sheet of paper into my trousers' back pocket and almost literally ran away.
I suddenly had the urgent need to see my children, to know they were safe.
"Arthur?" I called as I closed the front door.
No answer. My anxiety rose.
I climbed the stairs as fast as I could, a knot in my stomach. Without knocking, I opened the door of his room.
No one.
I heard a rustle of paper coming from of my office. I rushed there.
I had forgotten to lock the door and Arthur had come in. Seated behind the desk, his feet on the piece of furniture, he was reading one of my logbooks regarding my different missions. I kept silent as I stood on the threshold and watched him. Several expressions passed on his face. Astonishment, then disgust... sometimes horror even. I thought about what he might have learnt.
"What are you doing here?" I asked abruptly.
Arthur jumped, then looked guilty. As his answer did not come, I asked him to get out. He casually walked up to me and went through the door, without a word.
"Wait a minute. The book."
He gave me the book, looking at me in the eyes.
"Can't I keep going? Now that I am half way through... You can't keep hiding all these things wandering out there..."
I looked at him. Then, in a more cutting voice than I had wanted to, I ordered him not to come in that room again.
The discussion stopped there. I walked to my desk and sat. I was more worried than angry. Arthur would try to come in again. I was sure of it.
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Hunter
Paranormal1801, working for an agency fighting against supernatural Gustave is 24 when he discovers a baby born of a werewolf mother. As he cannot deliver the child to his colleagues who would kill him, he decides to adopt him. Seveteen years later, the disco...
