A Butterfly's Dream

LOVE ME FOR I COME WITH A NEW CHAPTER FOR YOU PEOPLE!

Okay, granted, it's long over due, but I have a reason! I was kinda flooded with lots and lots of bunnies. That means I have uber amounts of stories that aren't posted here due to various reasons (to smutty, to short, ect). But I did finish this up about three weeks ago, but it took time to do said editing since Beastie, the love that he is, had exams.

Which I can totally understand! Really!

Anyways, here is the next chapter.

Word of warning: The part with Pastor Alex is about a week and a half after the first half of the chapter. During that time, there were somethings that happened that aren't important but still is. You'll see what I mean.

I don’t know what to do or what to say, really. To discover that the woman I had thought of as my mother for so long really wasn’t…well, it’s a shock to the system. It rocked everything I had thought I had known down to the very core. To top things off, my father is still my biological father. My mother though, even knowing that she didn’t give birth to me, is actually my aunt.

Apparently, when mom couldn’t become pregnant, dad had gone to someone to get advice. Mom didn’t know who he had gone to then and still doesn’t really know now. But, then again, that might have been because they weren’t talking all that often due to a huge fight that they had about something at the time. Mom refused to tell me what it was about, so I’m still kinda curious about that.

Anyways, two months later, she gets a call from the private hospital where my biological mother had been housed ever since the attack that had put her into a waking coma, as mom called it. They wanted to do a few tests since some of her blood work had come out oddly but needed permission from mom since my grandparents weren’t even in town.

She signed the paperwork and got a call asking her to come in with her husband. Apparently, my biological mother had become pregnant and there had only been two males that ever came to see her. One was my father and the other was a cousin that I didn’t know about, named Braeden. Telling them that they would need to do a blood test once I was born, the hospital kept it quiet.

After I was born via c-section, they did the blood tests and it came to be that it had indeed my father who had taken my biological mother. For all intents and purposes, he had raped her since she could not say no.

The hospital tried to threaten my parents with putting me into an orphanage and having my father charged with rape. My mother put that idea down quickly by telling them that they would lose all funding since it was on their watch that she became pregnant. They dropped the threats quickly.

My biological mother was moved to a new facility while I went home with my parents. No one ever found out about it, just the way my family wanted it.

And I wouldn’t know any of this if my mother didn’t still put my laundry away when I haven’t gotten to do so myself. Sometimes I really dislike having a mother who does my laundry for me…

Pausing in his writing, David looks up as the bus slows to a stop. He had left his house, heading for the twins’ home to spend some time working things out in his head and to update them on what he had found. His mother had given him permission to stay the night at their house, so he had packed a bag and headed out.

Pulling the cord to get the bus to stop, he gets up and moves to the back door, waiting for it to open and gets out. Looking up the street towards Markus and Edwards home, he watches as a little green car pull out of a driveway. Turning on his I-Pod and shifting his bag higher on his shoulders, he walks up the street to the dark blue home.

Shaking his head to push aside the swirling thoughts for a moment, David waves to the twins’ mother as she passes by in the car. Looks as if he and the twins would be the only ones that would be in the house.

Walking up to the house, he knocks on the front door. Sighing softly, he smiles as he tilts his head to the side just as Markus opens the door, David’s hair falling into his eyes.

“Hey there,” he greets, getting a tired smile from David. “Come on in. I take it you’re staying the night due to the hour.”

“Yeah. I just need a place to think in peace. I found out some stuff, since mom kinda spilled about some of the things that we’ve been trying to get figure out,” David replies, stepping into the heat inside the house.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Markus teases, dodging the swat that David sent his way.

“Markus, stop teasing David,” Edward scolds his brother as he comes down the stairs, his own hair wet from shower. “But, he did have a good question, David. Did you want to take a shower? You look rather cold and could do with some relaxation.”

“That would be nice, actually,” David admits, smiling at the two and heading up the stairs after Edward waves them up. Going to Edward’s room, he flipped the lights on before closing the door behind him. Padding across dark carpet, he steps into the twins’ shared bathroom, closing both doors, trapping the lingering heat.

Flipping the shower on to let the water heat, he starts to strip out of his clothes, brushing his bangs off of his face. Eyeing his body with a critical eye, he turns in the mirror, tracing over the dips and curves of muscles and tendons.

He knew he would never be tall or have well defined muscles. He was slim, boyish, and always had been like that. He had once been called a pretty boy by several girls.

His genetics would never let him get much bigger without steroids.

He slides his eyes over his slim chest, barely defined muscles and abs, and down lower over the trail of hair that led to more. Shaking his head, he laughs softly, his hair falling into his eyes, shadowing them.

“If I’m not careful, I may end up like Markus and need to check the mirror every few minutes,” he mutters. Stepping into the shower, he sighs as he warms up under the spray. Reaching for the small water-proof bag hanging on the wall, he tugs out the shampoo, soap and wash cloth.

Washing and enjoying the heat of the water, it wasn’t long before David was stepping out of the shower as he dried off with one of the fluffy towels that the twins favored.

Grabbing his night clothes, David slips into them before cleaning up the bathroom. That done, he stashes his bag in Edward’s room, flipping off the lights behind him as he leaves, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen where the twins were - Edward at the stove, stirring something with a pair of chopsticks.

He smiles as he steps up beside Markus and Edward gives him a look-over.

“You look decidedly warmer,” Edward muses, a small smile creeping onto his lips.

“I am warmer. And actually able to get my thoughts in order too,” David replies, smiling and nodding as he sits down on one of the stools next to Markus. Leaning forward on the breakfast bar, David looks at the fairer twin, seeing him staring back as well; a drop of juice stuck on his bottom lip. Licking it off his lip, Markus smiles and tilts his head to the side.

“Well, that’s good. You said your mother told you some things?” Markus asks.

Nodding his head, David reaches out and easily steals his friend’s juice, getting a token protest from Markus. Taking a sip, he places the glass down as he eyes the two.

“You guys have to promise me that you two won’t tell anyone else,” David replies, staring them down.

“Of course we won’t tell,” Edward promises. Putting two plates of food down before grabbing his own plate, Edward watches David take a bite of the stir fry, taking the time to gather his thoughts.

“Okay, so apparently my mom isn’t my mom,” he starts, and proceeded to tell them everything his mother had told him. At the end, their dinners eaten, the twins were deep in thought.

“So, your father went to talk to someone about the fact that his wife couldn’t give him a kid. He then, supposedly on this person’s advice, went and fucked your…mother’s sister, who has been in a walking coma since she and her girlfriend were beaten. And from this, you were created and then taken in under the pretense that your parents had you together?” Markus drawls slowly as Edward moves from the counter he had been leaning against.

Watching Edward pull three bowls down, David answers with a simple ‘Yep’, the ‘p’ popping. Edward moves to pull out a carton of ice cream and strawberry sauce while shaking his head.

“So what are you going to do?” the darker twin asks, scooping ice cream into the bowls.

“I don’t know really,” David slowly says. “No paperwork was forged, since my mom did officially adopt me. And my dad is still my biological father after all.”

“So, not much you can do?” Markus asks, taking one of the bowls from his brother.

David nods before saying, “Yeah. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to find out who the fuck told my father to take advantage of a woman who was, at that moment and still is, a living vegetable.”

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He was once more staring at the being made of sand and blood.

“Tell me you have something to tell me, Alex,” the creature hisses, it’s eyes darker than ever before.

“I do. I was able to get the vase finally, including several important scrolls,” Alex says, keeping a close watch on the being without outright staring. “Apparently the family was the keeper of some rituals and legends of their people.”

“Oh? Which scrolls?” the being asks, sounding pleased and curious. It wasn’t often they came across a keeper family. It was even rarer if they found the scrolls or books at all.

“A few hold purification rituals; weddings, birthings, ect cetra,” Alex says, relief flooding his veins. “The others hold their various myths with prophesies laced throughout. I came to tell you the moment I found out what they were. I will be decoding them between the preparations for your master plan.”

The being moves around the room, sounding like sand paper rubbing together. The dark eyes take on a thoughtful look to them. Finally, a smirk that sends chills down Alex’s back makes its way across the bone like face.

“Do that. Tell me what you discover each week,” the being finally says. Alex nods his head and continues to watch his master. “Tell me about the child.”

“He is growing well, as you predicted. He has recently turned 16 and is still living with his parents,” Alex replies. “He does not know of his heritage, at least to my knowledge. His father is still easy to manipulate but his mother worries me.”

“How so?” the creature interrupts, pausing in its pacing.

“She’s smart. Much smarter then we thought originally. She doesn’t follow blindly like the rest of my congregation. She encourages the boy to question everything I say, without saying it,” Alex explains, his lips thinning. “She also encourages the friendship between the boy and the newest guardians. Though I wonder if she knows who they are, or if she is just trying to make sure her child has friends.”

“I see,” the creature drawls, its eyes once more taking on a thoughtful gleam. “What about the little gypsy seer?”

“I still think that relationship is nothing more then a working one,” Alex replies. “The boy goes over often now days, usually with one of the guardians. Never quite figured out what is happening.”

“I think, we may have to step up our time table with the little seer,” the being says after a few moments of quietness. “You know what to do,” it says as its body dissolves into a pile of sand once more.

“Yes, my lord,” Alex sighs, before a dark gleam appears in his eyes.


Moaning quietly as he props himself up, Clary looks out his dark window, before completely sitting up. Swinging his legs carefully over the side of his bed, he grabs his crutches; glad that he is finally in a boot instead of a cast. Wobbling to his desk in the dark, he easily finds his chair and sits with a silent sigh.

Reaching over, he flips his desk lamp on before opening a file drawer. Pulling out a thick notebook, he opens it to the first page. Picking up a pen, he pauses to collect his thoughts. Setting pen to paper, he starts to write.

“My dearest butterfly,

If you are reading this, then I’m dead and I never got to tell you what I meant to.

Cliché, I know, but if it works, it works. First, I must say this.

Even though we have only tentatively started to see one another (and this after you find out your mother isn’t your mother), you must know that I care for you deeply and always will.

Now what I am about to tell you must be kept secret. Read the story with your heart and not your mind.

It all started hundreds of years ago….”

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