(AN I have writers block for the Addams family/harry potter crossover and this idea popped into my head so I thought I'd give it a go)
Brigitta was sixteen years old and about to get married. She had been promised to a prince since birth. He was handsome and kind, and she was looking forward to the wedding. She had dreams of bearing many fine warrior sons, becoming queen of a mighty empire and living a long and happy life.
But the prince angered a powerful priestess. For revenge, she summoned a demon on the day of the wedding. The beast killed many of the guests and kidnapped Brigitta. She suffered terribly, but the demon didn't kill her. Instead, several months later he sent her back to the prince-pregnant.
Brigitta was in shock, but the prince cared only about the shame this would bring upon his family. He called in a favour of King Minos and sent Brigitta to Crete on his fleet's fastest ship. Her mouth was bound and her face covered, so nobody could identify her.
At the island she was led into the infamous Labyrinth, where her face and mouth were freed under cover of darkness. She was left to roam the twisting pathways of the maze until the Minotaur found and killed her.
Like hundreds of other doomed victims, Brigitta tried to find a way out of the Labyrinth, but her quest was hopeless. She could hear the harsh breathing of the Minotaur echoing through the tunnels, and the scraping of his hooves along the dusty floor. She knew he was following her, watching, waiting, savouring her anguish and fear.
Brigitta was in the final stage of her pregnancy. She hoped the Minotaur would kill her before the baby was born, to spare the child a ghastly death. But she could not delay the birth forever. Eventually she had to lie down and, in the blood-stained dirt of the maze, delivered 2 squealing boys, twins. There was no light, so she could not check if they were deformed. They felt like normal babies, but she would never know for sure.
As she looked at her sons sadly, the Minotaur moved in for the kill. He did not mask his footsteps. The beast hoped she would run. He liked it when his prey ran. But Brigitta only sat there, hugging her babies and crying. Just before the monster reached her, she leant over the infants and whispered, "Your name is Beranabus and yours is perseus"
Then the Minotaur was upon her, and the corridors echoed with human screams and bullish howls of vicious delight.
When he had sated his inhuman appetite, the Minotaur turned his attention to the babies, The children had been silent since the beast had separated them from their mother. The monster sat on Brigitta's severed head and picked up them up studying him with a vicious smile.
The Minotaur shook them both wildly, to make them cry. But instead the babies did something entirely unexpected they giggled. Although they looked human, he was a creature of two universes. He had the mind and curiosity of one much older.
The Minotaur growled and held them up by his feet. He clamped his jaws around Beranabus's head and squeezed softly.
Again the babies laughed, then reached out with trembling hands. The Minotaur thought the babies meant to slap him away. But they were only fascinated. exploring the beast's fangs and nose, patting and stroking them as if playing with a doll.
The Minotaur released the children's heads and hoisted them up for a better look. The babies scratched the beast's scalp and horns. The Minotaur chuckled throatily, then winced as they tugged his hair. He reached sharply for the beranabus's hands. But although he wrapped his large, hairy fingers around the boy's pudgy wrist, the Minotaur didn't rip the fingers off or even bite them. There was something unusual about these babies which the Minotaur had never experienced before.
They weren't afraid.
Everybody else had been terrified of the beast. His mother, the midwife, the people of his village. Even the godly Heracles shook with fright when he came to capture the Minotaur. Nobody saw the great hero's fear, but the Minotaur smelt it and as always it drove him mad with hunger and lust. During his long years of captivity in the Labyrinth, King Minos had sent many prisoners his way. Some were resigned and went to their deaths with a smile on their lips, praying for redemption. But they'd all trembled when the Minotaur breathed on the back of their neck and ran his claws along the soft skin of their stomach.
But these babies were calm and confident. The Minotaur was a bloodthirsty, savage beast, but even at that young age they had a special way with animals.
They gurgled hungrily and tugged the Minotaur's mane again. Slowly the beast rose and smiled-it was the first tender, unhating smile of his life. He considered the problem of feeding the babies, he clawed through Brigitta's remains, but she was no use for milk as he had ripped her body apart. There was plenty of water in the Labyrinth, but the baby needed something more nourishing.
With another warm smile, the Minotaur stooped, held the boys in one hand each , With a gurgle of his own, he held the babies to one of the pools of blood around his feet . They resisted for a moment, but despite their human form, they were of demonic stock. And so, with only the slightest reluctance,they opened their lips and and fed, growing strong on the cooling blood of their butchered mother.
The next few years were the happiest of the Minotaur's miserable, slaughter-filled life. The babies were his only companion, the only people he ever loved or who loved him back. He carried the high on his shoulders as he stalked the young men and women sent to him by King Minos. Some heard them laugh or coo as they fled and wondered where the sound came from. But they never wondered for long.
The children didn't see anything wrong in what they did. They knew nothing but this world of darkness and butchery. The people they killed meant nothing to them. They were creatures to chase, animals to feed on.
When Theseus finally came to the Labyrinth and, through trickery, felled the mighty Minotaur, the boys wept. Vain, proud Theseus was severing the Minotaur's head, to take as a trophy, when he heard the children's sobs. Startled, he followed the sounds to their source and examined them by the light of a torch he had smuggled into the maze.
Beranabus didn't look unnatural. Theseus thought the boys were six or seven years old. He tried to lead the child out of the Labyrinth. "Don't cry," he muttered awkwardly. "The beast is dead. You're free now."
Perseus and beranabus glared at Theseus eyes blazing with a yellow, fiery light. Theseus quickly backed away. He hadn't been afraid of the Minotaur, arrogantly sure of his success. But these children unnerved him. The boys were an unexpected find and Theseus wasn't sure what to make of him.
"Come with me now or I'll leave you," he snapped.
The boys growled at him, and much to Theseus's surprise ran to the dead best and hugged him glaring at Theseus with demonic yellow eyes.
"Stay here then," Theseus pouted, turning his back on the children, deciding to leave the Minotaur's head intact. If people questioned him afterwards, he would say the beast fought valiantly, so he'd decided to have him whole as a mark of respect.
Following a trail of thread to safety, Theseus wound his way out of the Labyrinth to take his place among the legendary heroes of that time, alongside the likes of Heracles, Jason and Achilles.
He left the orphaned boys alone in the darkness, weeping over the corpse of the slain, demonic beast. He assumed the children would die in the shadows of the maze, unnoticed by the world. Life was cheap and Theseus didn't think the boys would be any great loss. The slayer of the Minotaur was a shallow, shortsighted man who cared only about his own reputation. He could never have guessed that Beranabus and perseus would outlive and outfight every legendary warrior of that golden age, and eventually prove themselves to be the greatest heroes of them all.