Chapter one
Chapter One
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Timeline: Pre BtVS
Andrew sat alone, crying as he was locked out by his brother while his parents were out.
He cried, “Let me in Tucker, please?”
Darla frowned, hunting was bad tonight but she thought she had found a good meal when she heard someone crying and sobbing, she frowned, ‘Why was he out? But a meal is a meal.’
As she walked over to see him she frowned, ‘I sense power, slight but it’s there and, properly nourished, he could be great, very great.’ She looked at him and said, “Hello sweetie, are you alright?”
Andrew sniffed again, “Tucker locked me out.”
“Oh,” Darla purred, “That’s not good, is it? It’s dangerous being outside tonight, right?”
She held her hand out and said, “I’ll make things better today, please come with me?”
“Umm, mommy said not to go with strangers,” Andrew sobbed out.
“Well, my name’s Darla, what’s your name sweet child.”
“Umm, Andrew,” the boy sobbed, “And you’re Darla?”
“Now we aren’t strangers,” Darla said, “Come with me and I’ll help you Andrew.”
“We call my mommy?” Andrew sobbed out.
“Maybe Andrew,” Darla said as she walked with him.
As the Master sat in his small lair he smelled fear and while that was the norm this scent was getting closer, did one of his disciples bring a treat?
Darla walked in and the Master said, “Ah, you brought me someone mayhap to dine with?”
“Master,” Darla said, “This is Andrew and Andrew, this is the master; he’s my father.”
Andrew looked up at the scary man and stared back at his bright red eyes and pointy ears.
The Master looked at Darla and said, “He isn’t ripe yet, barely out of the womb.”
“Master,” Darla whispered, “Smell him, he has power.”
“Power?” The Master said, “Then bring him to me.”
As Andrew walked towards him the Master smiled, “You’re right my child, he has a gift and it should be nurtured.”
“Not by the humans,” Darla hissed, “By us.”
“I agree,” The Master purred and said, “Come to me my child.”
Andrew took the man’s hand and the Master purred reassuringly, “You will join my family?”
“I, umm, guess so,” Andrew sobbed.
“Good,” The Master said, “You can call me Grandpa, I think.”
“Grandpa?” Andrew said softly as he took the Master’s hand.
“Yes,” The Master said, “Grandpa.”
Darla whispered, “He’s not ripe yet Master, we’ll turn him when he’s older?”
“Perhaps,” The Master whispered, “But not for a while, he must grow into his role, he must grow to his full potential.”
Andrew had no idea what the people were talking about but he kind of liked them, they were nice.
Later that night Darla prepared a bed for Andrew and said, “Up here sweetie,” and put the blanket over him and saw Andrew stare at her.
“What sweetie?” Darla whispered, “Can’t sleep? It’s almost daylight out.”
“Umm, momma used to sing to me,” Andrew whispered, “But it’s alright.”
Darla smiled; she was evil, she was cruel but maybe just this once she began to sing for him and brushed his short gold hair and smiled, he could almost be her child.
As Andrew fell asleep Darla put the blanket over him and whispered, “Good night prince.”
She walked down to see the Master and said, “We’re going to need clothes and food for him.”
“It shall be taken care of,” The Master said as he looked at the cross, “You will inform the others that he is under my personal protection and you shall accompany him and teach him our ways.”
“Yes Master,” Darla said, “It’ll be fun.”
The Master smiled, “It’ll be nice to have a child here, I think, to mould and shape his growing mind.”
The next few months were interesting for Andrew, the people here had funny faces though; they had yellow eyes and crinkly things, it was kind of funny and Grandpa told him of Old ones and he showed him books that tingled a bit funnily.
One night as he prepared for the day’s sleep he looked at Darla, who had put out some black pyjamas that the Master had put dark red runes of protection and power on to help him learn to not draw on the Hellmouth’s energy.
She looked at him and said, “Put your night clothes on.”
Andrew looked at her again and said, “Are you my mommy?”
The question took Darla by surprise, she thought over and said, “Do you want me to be your mommy?”
“Yes mommy, Grandpa’s your daddy, right?” Andrew asked confused.
“Then I’m your mommy,” Darla said feeling odd as she kissed Andrew on the head and whispered, “Good night prince.”
She walked out and the Master said, “Growing attached to him?”
“Perhaps Master,” Darla said, “But we want him attached to us, do we not?”
“Yes we do, The Master said, “But remember; he has hard lessons ahead of him; first of all he has to learn not to use the energy of the Hellmouth for his magicks, it’s a common mistake.”
“I thought we wanted him corrupted Master?” Darla whispered soothingly.
“We do Darla,” The Master snarled, “But we do not want him to be insane, we have Drusilla and that is more than enough for me.”
Darla felt a bit of relief, she did care for Drusilla but they didn’t need another lunatic in the family, one was more than enough.
“He sees you as his mother,” The Master mused, “Interesting, is it not Darla? You are a vicious cold hearted but with him you’re a mother.”
“Is this a problem?” Darla whispered, “If it is I will be more distant.”
“Of course not,” The Master grinned, “We are a family and young Andrew must see us as family, he reacts better to us than say Luke.”
She smirked, “He likes him just fine but yes, he is better with us.”
The Master frowned, “Does he know what we are Darla?”
“He is clever, he will learn soon enough,” Darla frowned.
“And he’ll learn,” The Master said, “And we’ll be fine, let him learn; it will only be worse if we hide our natures from him.”
TBC
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