Author's Note: I want to say thanks to everyone who reviewed. I know this
concept is a little new, but I thought I might try my hand at it, so it's
up to you all to be the judge. And sorry, Chris being evil is a good idea,
but it wasn't something that I was thinking about for this story. Maybe I
can try to come up with another story with that kind of storyline?
Disclaimer: I am soooo sorry that I forgot to mention that I do not own the title of this story. My good friend JamesLilyRock created it. Thank you for making that for me.
Chapter Three: Doorstep Gift
The crying wouldn't stop, no matter what he did and it was beginning to drive him out of his mind. He was not one who enjoyed the company of infants and therefore he had no clue as to what he was supposed to do with a crying child. Orbing from one place to the next did not calm the child down, neither did hushing him or, to his dismay, tickling him.
To keep himself from resorting to killing the child, the Darklighter black orbed to a quiet little neighborhood almost a full day's journey from his real home. Looking from house to house, he tried to find the best place to leave the child so that he could finally be rid of him and be on with his ridding the world of Whitelighters.
Each house appeared to be very similar, with lush green lawns, white fences; each two storied and perfect. It made the Darklighter sick. Humans must be very stupid creatures, he thought, to live in places such as these. But he was no human and he had with him a child that he did not want and wanted to leave the wretched thing in the god-awful place.
At his left, the Darklighter watched from the shadows as a car pulled into a driveway. A tall, slender woman got out and, after locking her car, went to her front door and opened it. She tried her best to keep a large black dog inside, but it got the best of her and ran out free and jumped around the yard. Quietly shouting its name, the woman called the dog to her and went inside, closing the door behind her.
The Darklighter smiled. Moving to the door, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vile of a red liquid. It had been something that Barbas had given him, to cloak the child's whereabouts from his parents. Forcing it down the boy's throat, the Darklighter placed the child on the ground.
"There is no reason to cry now. You have a new home and are far away from the family you had," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You even have a dog. Now, if you need anything at all, just orb around when you learn how to and I'll be sure to find you and kill you, like any good Darklighter would."
With a quick bow, the Darklighter black orbed out and left the child alone. The infant's cried filled the night and a few lights went on in neighboring houses. Inside the house where the child lay outside of, the black dog had left his spot at his owners feet and was viciously scratching at the front door, barking.
"Max, you big dumb dog, stop barking," his owner said, getting up from her couch. When Max did not return to her side, she made her way to the door, thinking that something was wrong. Max wasn't a stupid dog, like she had called him, and would not bark for any reason. Slowly, she went to her door and listened. She heard a muffled cry coming outside and opened her door.
There on her doorstep lay an infant boy, crying. Lowering to her knees, she took him into her arms as her neighbor from next-door came walking over.
"Cathy, what is all that racket?" the old man asked. "I was trying to sleep."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Winters, but someone seemed to leave me a little gift on my doorstep." Standing, Cathy showed him the boy in her arms.
"Well, I'll be. Who would leave a child so young like that?"
"I don't know." Cathy looked down at the boy who was still crying loudly. "I wonder what his name is?"
Mr. Winters moved to her side and looked him over and pointed to the child's shirt on which there was a letter sewn on. "C. I wonder if his name starts with one. Call him some names and see what he does." Reaching out, Mr. Winters tried to hush the boy, calling him different names.
"Quiet now, Collin...no, that's not , hush now...not that one either...Christian, stop that right now..." Mr. Winter went on until Cathy finally said the right one.
"Hush, Christopher," she whispered and the child looked up at her with his big green eyes and it was then that she lost to him and held him close. "It's all right, baby Chris, I'm here. I'm right here."
Disclaimer: I am soooo sorry that I forgot to mention that I do not own the title of this story. My good friend JamesLilyRock created it. Thank you for making that for me.
Chapter Three: Doorstep Gift
The crying wouldn't stop, no matter what he did and it was beginning to drive him out of his mind. He was not one who enjoyed the company of infants and therefore he had no clue as to what he was supposed to do with a crying child. Orbing from one place to the next did not calm the child down, neither did hushing him or, to his dismay, tickling him.
To keep himself from resorting to killing the child, the Darklighter black orbed to a quiet little neighborhood almost a full day's journey from his real home. Looking from house to house, he tried to find the best place to leave the child so that he could finally be rid of him and be on with his ridding the world of Whitelighters.
Each house appeared to be very similar, with lush green lawns, white fences; each two storied and perfect. It made the Darklighter sick. Humans must be very stupid creatures, he thought, to live in places such as these. But he was no human and he had with him a child that he did not want and wanted to leave the wretched thing in the god-awful place.
At his left, the Darklighter watched from the shadows as a car pulled into a driveway. A tall, slender woman got out and, after locking her car, went to her front door and opened it. She tried her best to keep a large black dog inside, but it got the best of her and ran out free and jumped around the yard. Quietly shouting its name, the woman called the dog to her and went inside, closing the door behind her.
The Darklighter smiled. Moving to the door, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vile of a red liquid. It had been something that Barbas had given him, to cloak the child's whereabouts from his parents. Forcing it down the boy's throat, the Darklighter placed the child on the ground.
"There is no reason to cry now. You have a new home and are far away from the family you had," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You even have a dog. Now, if you need anything at all, just orb around when you learn how to and I'll be sure to find you and kill you, like any good Darklighter would."
With a quick bow, the Darklighter black orbed out and left the child alone. The infant's cried filled the night and a few lights went on in neighboring houses. Inside the house where the child lay outside of, the black dog had left his spot at his owners feet and was viciously scratching at the front door, barking.
"Max, you big dumb dog, stop barking," his owner said, getting up from her couch. When Max did not return to her side, she made her way to the door, thinking that something was wrong. Max wasn't a stupid dog, like she had called him, and would not bark for any reason. Slowly, she went to her door and listened. She heard a muffled cry coming outside and opened her door.
There on her doorstep lay an infant boy, crying. Lowering to her knees, she took him into her arms as her neighbor from next-door came walking over.
"Cathy, what is all that racket?" the old man asked. "I was trying to sleep."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Winters, but someone seemed to leave me a little gift on my doorstep." Standing, Cathy showed him the boy in her arms.
"Well, I'll be. Who would leave a child so young like that?"
"I don't know." Cathy looked down at the boy who was still crying loudly. "I wonder what his name is?"
Mr. Winters moved to her side and looked him over and pointed to the child's shirt on which there was a letter sewn on. "C. I wonder if his name starts with one. Call him some names and see what he does." Reaching out, Mr. Winters tried to hush the boy, calling him different names.
"Quiet now, Collin...no, that's not , hush now...not that one either...Christian, stop that right now..." Mr. Winter went on until Cathy finally said the right one.
"Hush, Christopher," she whispered and the child looked up at her with his big green eyes and it was then that she lost to him and held him close. "It's all right, baby Chris, I'm here. I'm right here."
