|Sins of the Father
Author: FantasyBard PM
With a hunter on the loose in LA, no one is safe. Where do alleigiances lie? Questions of right and wrong, mortal and immortal are due to be answered, one way or another.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Drama - Mick S. J. & Josef K. - Chapters: 32 - Words: 78,129 - Reviews: 103 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 12-30-12 - Published: 02-06-12 - Status: Complete - id: 7813266
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Hello fellow Moonlight fans. I am back with a brand new story. I am very excited about this one, because it has been one which has been rolling around in my head for a few years now, and I have finally gotten around to putting it down on paper. This is basically the story of how I imagine Beth's turning, and it also interweaves several other themes, like honor, family, revenge and of course, love. I'm hoping that it will have all of the makings of a great Moonlight story, with a few twists and turns along the way.
In the time line of my Moonlight universe, this story takes place about a year after Family Feud and one year before Viva Las Vegas. I should also warn people that this is going to be a rather dark story in points, so be prepared for that.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form own Moonlight. It belongs to CBS. I just go to the universe that I wish could have been for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of those who read.
Sins of the Father is rated T for scenes of violence, torture, and sexuality.
And now that we have all of the business out of the way, I am pleased to present, Sins of the Father. Please enjoy.
I keep my promises for thousands of generations, and forgive evil and sin; but i will not fail to punish children and grandchildren down to the third and fourth generations for the sins of their fathers. Exudus 6:7
He sat in one of the far back tables of an elegant restaurant in St. Paul's, Minnesota. He had not yet ordered, telling the waiter that he was expecting two other people to join him. He had short black hair, streaked through with silver. His bright black eyes had a way of seeing everything and everyone without anyone else being aware of it. That quick gaze went well with unnatural quick reflexes. Those two things were the reason he was still alive today. In his line of work, being one step ahead of the competition could mean the difference between life, death, or severe injury.
He still bore the scars of his encounters with those inhuman, blood-sucking monsters. One of his hands was permanently crippled, a souvenir of his first hunt. It had been a failure, as most first attempts were; it was a good thing his father had been there to back him. Bernard had not held it against him, however, saying that he had showed spirit and promise, and that was enough. But, failure had only been present when he was a boy. Since that time, he had brought to ground many of his enemies.
But, of course, such things did not matter at this moment. Right now, he had more important things to worry about. He glanced over the article that he had been reading in the newspaper.
Kenneth Severn, a Doctor with a PH.D in medical research, has long been on the forefront of experimental medicine. However, for the past fifteen years, his criminal record and subsequently his license have sometimes been under close scrutiny.
Severn has been in prison several times over the years, on the charges of forgery and thievery. Despite these blots on his record and the jail time, his reputation of being a brilliant research physician has not diminished.
Severn might now be facing his biggest challenge yet with the release of an experimental drug about to be distributed in hospitals in the Los Angeles, Portland and New York areas. This could be Kenderick's last chance to redeem his image.
The drug is said to be a miracle worker. Several scientists have said that it could open the doorway to cures for cancer, Parkinson's' Disease and Alzheimer's. However, there have also been voices of dissent among top medical researchers, saying that the drug is untested and some of the elements are unfamiliar. They say the possibility of dangerous side effects could do more harm than good.
Kenderick himself was unable to be reached for comment. However, one thing is certain: this could be Kenderick's biggest challenge between being remembered as a medical failure or a miracle worker.
Kenneth Severn was Scott's name sake to the outside world. He had found it prudent to change his name for the sake of his work. Ostensibly, he was a doctor. The modern times meant that he had to have some sort of cover for his activities, and some way to provide a living for himself. The days when being a Hunter was enough to earn a living, not to mention respect, were long gone. Had he tried to go around the world as Scott Kenderick, he knew that there would be a lot more attention paid to him and his lifestyle.
He didn't bother to read the rest of the article. He had seen a dozen like it over the course of the last few weeks. This was one of the more balanced he had read of his previous exploits, and one of the better written. One Beth Turner, a freelance journalist from out of LA. He might want to keep an eye on her work. Unbiased reporting from someone outside the secret might be an asset to him, especially since that was one of the places where his new drug, Evampira, would be tested. And of all the cities, it was Los Angeles that he wanted to keep the closest eye on.
He could almost taste his vindication. When this drug succeeded, no one would question anything else he did or what he had done. Scott knew that his days as a Hunter were coming to an end. His hand and his age were beginning to catch up with him. He still had one more kill to make however, one that he had promised himself he would complete nearly 25 years before, when he had seen his father murdered before his very eyes. He had searched a long time for the vampires responsible, and now that he knew for sure where they were, he would not let anything stand in his way of seeing justice done.
But, a part of him was also longing for the peace of retirement. Ever since making the breakthrough a few years before, perfecting it had become something of an obsession. He was looking forward to pursuing his research full time. The possibilities he had seen with the blood he had harvested seemed endless. It was truly ironic, that the predators, who only lived for the hunt and the kill, should themselves be the architects for life. Of course, they could only be dead in order for that to happen, which was all for the best.
He was brought out of his musings by the sound of two people coming into the restaurant. A smile spread across his face and he rose to his feet. Coming towards him were two men, or to be strictly accurate a man and a boy who looked as though he were about to make the difficult leap into manhood.
When he saw Scott, the boy's eyes lit up and he ran towards him. "Dad." He said, as he hugged Scott.
Scott returned the embrace wholeheartedly. "Cory, it's been a long time. I've missed you."
"I've missed you, too, Dad." Said Cory, as the two of them separated, "I thought it was going to be much longer." He looked down, seeming a little ashamed. "I guess you know what happened to me, last year."
"Yes, the marihuana." Said Scott, seriously, "Yes, I know everything."
"I know what happened, Dad. I never meant for it to get out of hand. I'm so sorry."
"No, no, I won't hear of it, my boy. We were all young once. We do stupid things at your age. I was actually much worse then you and it took me awhile to pull out of it. The only thing I want for you is to make sure that doesn't happen to you. That's why I had Louis come and pull you out."
"Yeah, I was pretty surprised when he showed up." Said Cory, as the three of them sat down.
Cory Reeves was about eighteen years old. He had the facial structure of his father and somewhat of his build. He also had inherited his father's keen vision. However, his eyes were hazel and had a thoughtful look about them. His voice was softer as well, and the long years of hunting and killing so evident in his father's weathered face were unseen in Cory's youthful face. There was something very innocent in his manner, an innocence that Scott had once had, and which he knew with some regret would have to die in order for him to carry on the family legacy.
Louis Thompson was about the same age as Scott. The two had met during a prison stint for forgery. They had discovered that they had a calling to the same mission in life, and when they had gotten out, they had teamed up. However, the overall team changed, Louis was always by Scott's side and doggedly loyal. Louis did not possess the keen sight or reflexes of Scott. However, he did possess one thing in abundance: strength. Louis was a great bear of a man, with think muscles, large hands and legs that resembled tree trunks. He had a buzz of blond hair, and smallish squinty eyes that were of a pale green color. Some might have thought that this rough and tumble appearance meant that Louis was stupid. However, his mind was as sharp and devious as Scott's, and it was thanks to his gift of strategy that he and co-hunter had brought down so much prey.
"I was happy to help." Said Louis, in a deep bass voice, "Your father has saved my hide plenty of times, Cory. I try to return the favor any way that I can."
"And I'm sure that you were probably thinking that you would be in there another six months. But, thanks to a few favors I've pulled in from an old judge friend of mine, you're free and clear."
Cory stared at his father in disbelief. "You mean, I'm free?"
Scott nodded, smiling fondly. "Yes, you are Cory."
"Gee, that's great. Thanks, Dad. But why would you do something like that?"
Scott's face grew serious. He leaned forward and said, "Listen to me, Cory. I didn't take you out of the slammer simply because I wanted to be a good father, though that it certainly part of it. However, I have been thinking a good deal, and I've decided that it's time."
"Dad, what do you mean?"
"It's time for you to learn the family calling, to take up the mantle which had been the same for every Kenderick for the past 200 years. It's time for you to embrace your destiny. We have a flight leaving for Los Angeles this evening. I'll explain everything to you on the way. But, to put it simply, it's time for the hunt to begin."
Please review and tell me what you think of this first chapter. There is going to be a slow build up of action over these beginning few chapters, and I hope that it will really bring the tension up.
Next chapter: What happens when a place of healing turns deadly? When Carlisle is witness to the violent ad unexpected deaths of not one but many patients in the span of one night, his suspicions are aroused to find out what is causing the epidemic.