Early Days Part 2
The days that followed the book burning, Williams father began to show weaknesses in body strength. William figured that it was just from him drinking so much, but he hoped it might be something serious. In truth, he hoped that this time, his father's illness was fatal. He probably wouldn't wish it so much if his mother had not been killed by his father two days previously. She had yelled at him for buring the books, and it had been while he was drunk. He had turned around and slapped her with incredible force. He had then pulled out a pistol, which he always kept by his side,and pulled the trigger on her. William had told the doctors that it was his father who killed her, but out of fear and ignorance, they chose not to listen to him. William's sister, Davina Tavington had asked him whart happened to her mother, but he would never tell her the truth about it.
One night William was trying to sleep, but every time he dozed, agonized moaning would jerk him out of slumber.
"William," he heard his father call,"help me please!"
William sat up slowly. His father never called for anyone's aid no matter how much pain he was in. Either way, William did not intend to help him.
William went to his door and opened it. For a moment,he couldn't move. His father lay in the middle of the hallway, face down and immobile.
'Dead.' William thought to himself. 'He finally did himself in.'
And in fact, William's father was dead. But before young William could do anything about it, a silvery silhouette appeared next to his father's body; the thing turned his father over on his back and stretched out a hand over his chest, and crackling, white, current-like cords grew out of the veins of its wrist and wrapped around it's hand. William's eyes widened in horror and awe. 'Briquet De Vie.' He thought. 'Life Lighter.'
As William continued to watch entranced, the cords that came from the Briquet De Vie's wrist sank down into his father's chest and withdrew a black smokey substance which surged on the magical cords into the outstretched hand of the Briquet De Vie. But just as the smokey substance reached it's hands, something went horribly wrong. The Briquet De Vie went rigid, and blinding white cords erupted from its entire body, quickly turning black, and when William was able to see again, the once silvery cloaked being was now an eerily shining black. A horrified scream caught in his throat as the Briquet De Vie slowly lifted it's cloaked head to look at him; one of it's eyes was a bright crimson, the other dark as night, and it had a scar running the length of the right side of its forehead, across its right eye down to its jaw. It stared venomously at William, muttering something incoherent to him, and pulled back it's right sleeve to reveal a jagged scar running the length of its forearm as black cords began erupting out of its wrist and into its hand as it took aim at him.
William's mouth went dry, his eyes wide and white with terror as the Briquet De Vie thrust its arm back to throw the ball of cords it had created at him, but before it could thrust it forward, it jerked back suddenly, as if surprised, as William felt the area behind him grow warm and bright. He turned and gazed up at a pair of green eyes, staring kindly down at him.
"It's alright. You're safe now.."
William suddenly felt very queasy and light headed.
"Rest now, young Tavington..."
William closed his eyes, and distantly felt himself being carried out of the room, and then nothing, nothing at all...