Scar A Lonely Escort Part One

 A Note For A Mother 

Morana Smith woke up at five thirty am. She looked at her husband then brushed the side of his face until he woke seconds after. They both climbed out of bed with him moaning and groaning slightly as they both put on their clothes, Detective Smith put on his police detective uniform. Morana put on her black shirt and trousers. They put on their socks and shoes before climbing down the stairs at no later than six.

There they would cook their breakfast, Detective Smith had beans on toast with well done sausages. Morana had a full English breakfast with plenty of meat. This would take half an hour to cook. He ate his really quickly and she would always eat slowly. Sauring all the taste of the meal. This took another half an hour to eat.

Detective Smith would then wake their daughters, Beatrice and Britannia. Beatrice had been named after her mother, which Morana had not seen ever since she was a child. She had escaped the group known as the Scarborough Witches only to find out her mother died months before. This tore her apart and one of the two final nails in the coffin of her and Alex’s friendship. The second was when the witches took the Mythos Puros back with them. 

Meanwhile Britannia was named after her husband’s mother. She was killed by some thugs that had a botched robbery. He was too young to bring them to justice and find them. Yet even though he saw who they were, the police could not bring them to justice either. So his youth was built going from one gang to the next, hunting each and every one of them. Only to finally find them dead from a dodgy drug overdose.

Then at seven, they would make their breakfast. Beatrice had weetabix with no sugar. Britannia would have musli. After, the pair would go and clean their teeth. Then at seven thirty they would put on their school uniform and kiss them goodbye before they set off for school. 

Then she would go to her car along with her husband and give him a long kiss goodbye that was followed by several peaks on the cheeks.

“See you tonight.”

“See you tonight.”

So they would climb in and would go to work. She would drive out of Blackpool and on the motorway before she would arrive at a location in the centre of the United Kingdom where she would walk to her office. She would skim the news that the Night Hunters had set up to locate and target all kinds of supernatural things that went bump in the night. She had noticed a strange increase of Unseelie Court activity recently. She would have tried to investigate but she did not have the time to get a team together to go to Fairyland.

So she looked at all the nearest activity and called Cerf Smith, who was in hot water with her ever since saving the Mythos Puros from her. He was also one of two that she could not stand. He was one of two that had given her the most trouble over the latter half of the past year and earlier this year, when she had tried to kill Scar and saved the Mythos Puros from the newly resurrected Scarborough Witches. Another thing that she just could not stand. 

The second was Alex himself. Another who stopped her from killing the Mythos Puros. 

Honestly, she may have been a child, but did any of them not see that she was a magical weapon that will spell the end of all that was good? That even though he did plant his seed and she gave birth to her that she was not their child? She was the child that they were forced to breed for a sacrifice. She was forced to bear and give birth to her! So why should she even give her any special attention just because she just so happen to come from her womb?

No. The girl was nothing but a parasite. One that she did not want nor need in her life.

No. She doesn’t deserve to occupy my thoughts.

‘She’?

‘It’. It doesn’t deserve to occupy my thoughts.

Better.

“You called?” He purred.

This made her cringe as per usual. He always looked at her with such a creepy look that she could not help but loathe. All she wanted was for him to die,her, regardless of how hard all the missions she sent him on, he would always turn up alive.

“I’m sending you to Scotland. I heard that there have been a large pack of werewolves there. I’m concerned that it will lead to a super pack by the end of the month. After, I want you to go on to investigate the recordings of vampire activity there too.”

“Hmmm….And why should I do that?”

“I’m the one that pays you.”

“Nah! I can find a job anywhere I want!”

At this she let out a huff.

“What do you want?”

“Oh?”

“What can I give you that will make you do this job?”

“Guardianship over your daughter.”

At this she looked at him enraged.

“What! Beatrice and Brit-”

“No, silly! Not those daughters! They have no greatness within them whatsoever! No. I want the other one. Now she has a brilliant amount of potential for greatness.”

He let out a sigh and rolled her eyes.

“Fine! If you can keep her away from my real daughters.”

“Alright! I’ll expect the papers when I return!” He spoke as he left laughing.

Soon she called in Alex.

“I’m sending you to Wales. There has been an unusual amount of Unseelie activity there.”

He nodded.

“I will. Under the condition that you stay away from Scar.”

Again, she rolled her eyes.

“Fine!” She spoke passively.

Honestly, why does he care about it so much?

Oh well, once Cerf has Scar it will hardly matter! He has a history of making people disappear. Maybe he’ll make it disappear too.

So she sent out the other orders, having a late lunch and worked onwards sorting out the new reports that came in. Evening came and she drove home to an empty house. This would have set off alarm bells if the twins did not come back at five to six, depending when their dance lessons came to an end. Yet when the clock struck half six, she had started to worry. She then went outside and checked their usual places yet they were not there. She asked their friends parents but they did not know where they were. So she drove to the police station where her husband worked but even he had gone missing.

What! What’s going on?

Scar has something to do with this.

So she drove to her house. Only to see that she was in the living room hugging a photograph of her adopted family. She was shivering like she had a cold as she wiped her wet cheeks. Ywt she dropped her eyes and fell asleep. It was in that moment when she noticed just how much she looked like Beatrice and Britannia like this.

So she called the police. She told them all that she could, apart from the part about Scar. Yet, despite spending the whole day and the next night observing the girl as she got the police to arrest a woman, that she knew was dodgy but nothing near her kind of dodgy. There was nothing nor could the police dig up anything for that matter.

Then the morning after she finally went home and opened the door and looked at the back to see a letter taped to the back of the door.

Dear Little Morana Lamia

(Or Smith congratulations!)

Her eyes widened as there was only one group of people ever called her that. Scar did tell her that they were back but this was the absolute and undeniable proof that she was telling her the truth. She tore it open, underneath was a photograph of her daughters and husband in the cell and Alex grew up in. It was the blade covered dome that was their cell. Yet there was something off about the place. Something told her that it was not the real place.

She then saw the letter and pulled it out.

Dear Little Morana Lamia Smith

I hope that you’re doing well. We have both your lover and younger daughters.

If you ever want to see them again bring us your first born daughter through 

the entrance of her attic.

You will know why. Here is a map of where you are to bring her and which

 door to use.

Ephah Alekto

Charnette Madia

Damia Zoraida

The Scarborough Witches 

At this she was filled with rage. Which broke out into laughter as we looked at the map. It was of a land that she had never seen on Earth!