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1967
Deacon Frost was a careless and overconfident man. Even he could admit that. Was like that as a human and got even worse when he got turned. He was a goddamn vampire, of course he'd be overconfident. That overconfidence made him not think twice about biting the pregnant beauty he came across. Dark chocolate skin, gorgeous curls, and deep dark eyes he'd gladly lose himself in. What wasn't there to be attracted to? But because God hates him, she went into labour, something that of course has never happened before. He was really put in a bad mood because of it. So he tracked her down and to his absolute pleasure, she had turned after dying during the C-section. So he welcomed her with open arms into the wonderful world of vampires. But there was a tiny bit of a problem…
Vanessa stood in front of Frost, holding her new born, Eric, into her arms and looked Frost straight into his eyes. “My son is coming with me.”
Frost pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache already forming. “And I told you no already. We're vampires for God sake! We can't have a human baby around!”
Vanessa blinked slowly and looked down at her son. “Is he human though?”
Frost opened his mouth to say that, yes of course he was, but then stopped and actually thought about it. He bit her while she was with the child. Technically the effects of the bite could have affected the baby too. What exactly would that make him then? A vampire? Or some weird hybrid? Did hybrids between humans and vampires even exist in the first place? Well now he was too damm curious to let it go. “Okay so I don't know what your baby is. But since he's so fucking important to you, you can bring him with you.”
Vanessa's entire face lit up and she held Eric tighter. “You hear that Eric? We're vampires.”
Frost smirked. “Yes you are. Welcome to the superior race.”
1980
For the next 13 years Eric grew up like a normal human. He ate human food, never seemed to have any appeal for blood even though he had the fangs. He walked into sunlight without problem and could even eat garlic. Frost had thought he'd been mistaken. The kid was obviously human. But he was quiet enough and most of the time he stayed close to his mother. It was kinda cute to see him hide behind her dress whenever he didn't want to interact with anyone. Well except himself, Quinn and Mercury no vampire was allowed near him. Vanessa had made that perfectly clear. Everything was going fine and normal until that night.
Frost walked into the room he shared with Vanessa. But instead of finding Vanessa there he found something else. Eric was standing over the familiar who was supposed to be babysitting him, and said familiar was currently dead. Blood spilled out of the bite marks on his neck. Eric was panting, blood still on his lips but his eyes were wide in delight. He turned to Frost and he smiled up at him. “See that? I'm a vampire! Like you and mom!”
Frost finally snapped out of his shock and knelt down to be on the same level as Eric. He lifted his chin and wiped some of the blood off his chin. “Oh my sweet, sweet boy. You're something much better than just a vampire.”
1985
Whistler has been hunting vampires for almost 20 years now. Ever since one of them bloodsucking fuckers killed his family he'd made it his life mission to hunt them down. But whenever he wanted to admit it or not, he was getting too old for this. He knew that but what was he supposed to do? There were too little vampires hunters out there in the world and it's not like he could just retire. He was soon snapped out of his thoughts by a scream. A girl screaming to be exact. He was near a pretty dark alleyway so God knows what could happen there.
He hurried towards the sound and when he turned the corner he could see a teenage girl curled around herself, barely visible from the darkness. But what really caught his attention was the man, well the vampire, who was writhing on the ground. Most importantly the vampire was on fire. He was screaming and trying to tear off his clothes. Whistler hesitated just for a moment, mostly out of shock, and shot the vampire on the head. He turned to ash immediately. He turned his attention to the girl. “You good kiddo?”
Nothing. The girl just curled tighter against herself, hiding her head between her knees. He approached her and reached out a hand to her. Her head snapped up and she screamed. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”
Flames burst out of her body and Whistler stepped back, quickly putting out the flames on his coat. “What the hell?!” The girl had just thrown fire at him. How the hell she did that he had no idea. God he had too much to drink tonight because he wasn't freaking out as much as he should. He tried to look as little threatening as possible to the girl, keeping his arms raised. “Relax. See? My hands are here.”
The girl clearly had been there crying for a while, if the red, puffy eyes were any proof of that. But at least she didn't look like she was about to throw any more fireballs at him. “Did he hurt you?” He couldn't see any blood on her but better safe than sorry.
She slowly shook her head and tried to wipe her eyes. “N-no, he just scared me…” She looked over where the vampire was, only now seeming to notice that he wasn't there anymore, instead he was just ash. “Oh…”
“Where are your parents' kids? What are you doing out here alone?” Apparently that was the wrong thing to ask because the girl's face crumbled and she looked like she was about to cry again. Whistler groaned, this girl was clearly a mess. “Where do you live, I'll take you home.”
She shook her head harder. “No! I'm not supposed to go back…”
He raised an eyebrow at that. The hell? “Why the hell not? That's your house.”
She kept shaking her head, but now she was avoiding looking at him. “I'm a freak and I hurt my brother… mom and dad said I was too dangerous to be with them.”
Oh hell no. Whistler hates a lot of things but shitty parents were on top of the list. Right there with vampires. “They kicked you out? Because of this little fire thingy?”
“I'm a freak.” She repeated.
“Kid, there are worse freaks than you out here. Like that bloodsucker there.”
She shrugged slightly, finally seeming to calm down enough for the fire to die down for good. Well he wasn't about to just leave the kid now. “You know what, fuck your parents. Come on, I'll take you somewhere warm and off the streets.”
Her face lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah really. We can talk tomorrow about what to do.” She didn't need to be told twice, she quickly got on her feet, picked up a backpack he hadn't noticed before and hurried over to his side. Now that she was close to him, Whistler could see multiple burns through her clothes, though she herself was unharmed. “Goddammit kid.” He took off his coat and threw it over her shoulders. It was big on her but it would keep her warm.
She smiled up at him. “Thank you. I'm Ember.”
Whistler snorted. “Fitting name kiddo. I'm Abraham Whistler.”
He led her to his car and put her in the back seat. He drove towards his current base, though he had no idea that Ember would be staying with him for far longer than just the night.