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Unexpected Aka Necromancer's Beginnings
DeBrant
"Yes...Uncle. As in, brother to your father..." the
old man said softly.
"My...uncle..." Xander said slowly, assimilating the information.
"Yes. Your uncle, Xander."
"How." It was something between a question and a statement of
disbelief.
"Well, your father and I had the same mother and father...but if you're
asking why you never knew that, it's because of the dog incident."
"Why?" Xander hadn't gotten up to complicated sentences. His brain was
too busy working on keeping him upright and alive.
"I was...It was supposed to be MY child that got the gift. He'd worked it
out so carefully, checking the dates and the family records. He was all set for
a normal life. He even took his wife's name, Harris, to get away from the
family."
"So..."
"When he saw the blue eyes and the black hair, he got scared and upset. He
told me never to mention anything of my work or such to you, that he didn't want
his child influenced by the very thing he was trying to shield his family
from...but you grew, and he began to hope that perhaps you were just a normal
boy. That his boy HADN'T got the gift. But every hope he had for a normal life
was crushed the moment you brought in that dog..."
"You mean?"
"Yes, my boy. It's a family thing. Necromancers and other such
things...they're part of being a LaVelle. Every third generation gets one with
your talent, and the rest of us have respectable abilities all our own."
"What's yours?" Xander asked, trying to go bit by bit.
"I have a flair for spells, specifically Transformation spells." Said
Gerard with a bit of pride.
"And Dad?"
"He was the finest at Protection spells, if I recall. At least I think
so... That might have been your Aunt Myrtle..."
"Aunt Myrtle?" Xander repeated questioningly. The idea of his aunt
doing anything other than flirting with his other relatives' dates at the family
Christmas party was unusual to say the least.
"No, no... Myrtle was best at Glamours. It was your father who did the
Protection spells. They're all around your house, you know. And Willow's... Once
you started being friends with her, he did a few circles at her house to make
sure she was okay also. Finest spell work in this damn town, if I may say
so...'If you need a good spell, ask for LaVelle!'"
"I think I'm going to be sick..." Xander said suddenly. This was too
much. He had dealt with more demons than the majority of people his age, but
some newly discovered relation talking about his family's magical talents like
they were bowling scores was too much after the whole 'necromancer' thing.
"Easy boy, easy..." Gerard said soothingly as he eased his nephew to a
seat, "I know it's a little much to take in all at once, but it's your
family..."
"And my father...?" Xander asked after a minute of simply absorbing
all that had been told to him, "Why did he..."
"Why did he become such a piece-of-crap drunk?" Gerard asked softly.
"Yeah...why?"
"Because he found out what kind of a town this was, because he wasn't sure
about what you might raise, because he was 35 years old, completely confused and
grief-stricken, and he had refused the only family he had when he needed them
the most then..."
"Bastard..." Xander said through clenched teeth, "Lousy, rotten,
filthy, cowardly bastard..."
"No, Xander. I thought so at first, but you must understand how dangerous
it is to be what you are...He was just-"
"What? Worried?" Xander asked, using the anger to bowl over his other
emotions to a tolerable level, "He didn't want anything to hurt me, so he
could do a better job of it?"
"No, he-"
"Don't. Okay, just don't. You haven't lived with him like that for 18 years
of your life. You haven't suffered mental and physical abuse from his hands. You
haven't lived your life in fear of your father because he was a Goddamned coward
and hated you for something you couldn't prevent. So don't tell me it's not his
fault, all right?"
The old man could see the fire in his eyes, the pain the boy was in, and how
much it cost him to say what he was saying out loud. Xander had always hidden
his pain. It was so much easier to laugh at himself than deal with what he had
at home. And now he was telling off the only family member who seemed to give a
damn about him. Xander felt like screaming.
"I wasn't going to say that, Xander..." his uncle said slowly, "I
was only going to tell you that there was a time when you were everything to
him. When he wasn't stuck so far inside the bottle that the only time he crawled
out was to get into another one. And that, if you tell him...tell him everything
on everything about everything...well, maybe you can bring him back."
"Bring him back?"
"Yes. Tell him about your friends. Tell him the good work you've done, are
still doing. Tell him just who and what your friends are. What your girlfriend
is...Show him that denying the problem or drowning it in booze only makes the
trouble grow. Show him that you're going to be all right."
"But-"
Gerard looked him straight in the face as he said it, but the gentleness in his
voice was plain. "He was a good man, Alexander. Show him the way to be one
again. Show him how to be what he should. Show him you still love him, despite
what he did to you, because I know you do, my boy. The passion in your tone told
me. You still love him; show him how to love you..."
And with that, his uncle handed him a large wooden case, ushered him out, and
closed the door.
Part 7
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