Bane of all

Chapter 1:

Origins

All legends start somewhere whether in a workshop, a hospital, an arena or in this case a small poorly lit alley cloaked in darkness and a strong sense of impending doom. The light rain, commonplace in southern England created streaks of blood tinged water to run into a nearby drain gurgling slightly as if satisfied with the scene around it.

Almost silent whimpers from a hunched figure leaning against a long forgotten lone lamppost penetrated the thick clear country air.

Blood ran from where this figure sat, her injury, childbirth. Many would argue that childbirth was not in fact an injury but a fantastical joy of breathing new life into this world. However this woman, this dirty whimpering woman held no joy at seeing her child for the first time in fact she felt an unmitigated disgust at the child she birthed.

This young mothers name was unknown even to her as she had been abandoned as a baby thus experiencing that was enough to cause her a great burning hate for this child. She was known on the street as Kassie a prostitute holding a long burned out beauty although only at the tender age of twenty. Her original family were wealthy and prestigious with many followers and fearers all of whom looked at this family to be dark, to be pure. Kassie was not. Born to the most ancient and noble house of Black they could not bear to hold a squib in their custody much less claim parentage of her. Such shame it would bring to her and her siblings Regulus and Sirius Black who were obliaviated the moment her powers (or lack of) were revealed.

Indeed from that point on her life was nothing but a black hole of hopes and dreams thrown away (enough to significantly fill the river styx) all leading to a miserable existence of prostitution and alcohol.

Until that was a rich man clad in a clearly expensive Italian suit set his sights upon her and got her pregnant in a drunken state of lust and disgusting disrespect of human decency on his behalf. Kassie was not innocent by any means but this man, this man was an animal who fed on suffering and pain of others. He was a devil dressed as a noble. (AN: Black flag flashback anyone?)

He was lord Auditore, aristocrat, noble, cruel, bitter and a sworn Templar loyal to himself and his image only. Fearing only death itself he was proud of his assassin turned templar heritage and would upkeep it with his final breath.

So Naturally hearing from hearing from a greedy british prostitute that he had knocked up in a drunken state he was furious and, trusting no one else he flew to England immediately to prevent the birth of this bastard child that would ruin his reputation for ever.

Both new parents were expecting different things on meeting, the mother a living kiss and promises of wealth beyond imagination and the father, bloodshed and tears. Neither cared about the young child that they had together brought into the world. As such neither thought about the consequences of their decisions on that night.

As the shame of the Black family cried to herself her child stared at her interested and slightly afraid for itself. The boy did not so much as whimper when he was dragged silently from his mother's side nor when he looked into his kidnapper's dark dog eyes or when it slid him into a small corner facing his mothers back hidden behind a bin. That brown stray unknowingly saved a life that would burn so brightly it would scorch the history books forever. That dog was never seen or acknowledged again and we will never know why it saved an innocent baby from certain death.

As that little stray walked into eerie shadows and shades, with bright green inquisitive eyes following its progress another much heavier walk and it's source moved in front of the weeping mother, Lord Giovanni Auditore had come for the child.

Unknowing of his motives the young woman cried with joy happy at the prospect of a new life free of financial burden, "yes my lord," she cried, "you are here to take me and our son to a new life, one of freedom and independence!"

A fire lit behind the lords eyes unnoticed by the rejoicing woman. "Where is the child?" he whispered dangerously. The squib hearing his tone turned to where the child was left onto to find it gone. "I..II don't know." She stammered aware of the rage building on his tanned handsome features. "Where..." the lord hissed slowly, " WHERE IS THE CHILD, BITCH!" he roared in unkindled rage. He could not under any circumstances let that child live. Any circumstances.

Kassie quailed in fear at the man in front of her.

There was not knight in shining armour there was just this man, this monster here to reap her and (not that she cared) her child's soul. "Please I don't know!!" she tried desperately fear gripping her as she tried to escape by sliding back with her hands, wincing at the pain and effort.

"Oh no" ,he snarled stepping in her ankle and grabbing her arm roughly. "You cannot be allowed to leave and help the baby survive," he drew a black revolver from his black coat. "PLEASE!!" screamed twisting without avail to escape his grasp, " FIND THE BOY KILL HIM NOT ME, PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU... KILL THE BABY!!" desperately cried trying to save her own life. "KILL THE B..." BANG!!

Cut short by the bullet racing through her brain splashing blood across the walls and bins. There was a limp thud of her body hitting the ground, limbs sprawled across the blood red current running towards the drain. Auditore surveyed the alley and grinned knowing that the child had no chance of survival. "Arrivederci boy." He muttered satisfied with the scene around him.

As he walked away silence reigned supreme, only punctured by the gentle gurgle of the red stained drain and the light patter of rain on concrete.

All that was left alive in that alley was a small baby with big leaf green eyes staring into the glassy eyes of his mother's. Covered in blood and shaking with cold his eyes never left hers or her ruined skull. Alone for the first time. Not the last.