Sanctuary = Not mine.
Please review. I am never good at family stories.
I grew up never knowing who my father was. Then one day a crazed psychopath - who had previously nearly killed me – kidnapped me. It was then that I discovered that not only was my father alive but that he was the man who tried to murder me and kidnapped me. To say the least; our relationship didn't start off too well.
Pure anger consumed me. I wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of him. See that gleam in his sane eyes disappear. However, I realized that doing that would have made me no better than what he was – a murder.
Slowly over time and shared experiences we developed a relationship. We both knew that it would never be a normal one. Nothing in our lives was normal. I mean come on my Ma is over 150 yrs old, I was raised with a werewolf by the Bigfoot and to boot my dad was Jack the Ripper. Also my uncle was actually the Sherlock Holmes and Watson. Normal was never in my life.
Though, that is beside the point. The point is that we started to grow close. My father taught me how to control my powers. He understood the uncontrollable desire for violence and he knew how to channel it. In a way he was the father I always needed.
When I was kid I had my Ma. She taught me everything I know about abnormals and humans. She took me school and helped me graduate. Ma sat beside me when I had a bad dream and put me back together when I fought something from nightmares. I didn't need a father then.
I didn't have a father then. He was still gone; lost somewhere inside a mad man.
However, in the end I needed him and he was there. My father never left me; until now. I know I shouldn't hold it against him. He did search for over century for me, so know leaving me behind wasn't high on his list. Though death never really pays attention to what we want – what we need.
In the end I always had a father. Though he wasn't always there; he was when he needed to be. Now I have to be there for Ma as he was for me. After all, she lost him more than even his own daughter.
We were a family… even if it was just for a bit.
A/N: This is for my Granddad who died on this day three years ago. He was my family … even if it was just for a bit ; /