UnWanted

Chapter 1

By

Katrara

"We can't do this Chloe! We can't! He's taken after my mother, it's clear as day we can't keep him!" a man yelled at his wife, who was holding a small toddler possessively to her chest.

"Why not? He's our son! I can't lose my baby like this!" the women, Chloe, yelled back. Clutching her dear baby to herself like a lifeline.

The man let out a sigh, "Chloe, love, you know the consequences that will come if we keep him. We can put him up for adoption. We can move and adopt another baby, one that's safe, one that doesn't have the curse over him."

Chloe whimpered, knowing there was no winning this battle, it was an impossible fate she was trying to avoid. She didn't even have the curses blood in her veins to sense if her baby had inherited it or not, but she could tell he had. The way his little emerald eyes looked around curiously, as if something was there. How he'd hold his hands out and try to grab thin air. The fact that they couldn't take him outside to play without him getting tangeled in weeds and vines that seemed to come from nowhere. That after only taking him down to the ocean once for a nice pick nick they knew they could never take him back with the way the waves grew and tried to claim the baby in an all to strong tied. How throughout the entire first winter with him they couldn't light a fire in their own home to add extra warmth the furnace couldn't without it growing, the flames seeming to reach out towards the small child.

The small child that would laugh and giggle at all these mishaps. The small child with bright emerald eyes he'd gotten from his fathers side, eyes that were brighter and more dangerous than his grandmothers had been. The small child that didn't understand the looks of pain and regret that would cross his fathers face everytime he held him. The looks of sadness and longing his mother sent him everytime this discussion came up.

"Please Chloe, we can't handle this. He's to dangerous, if we give him up for adoption the curse my lose strength with him not near me or any other relatives with the same kind of blood as his. He'll be safer that way, and we can adopt and start a new life away from all this. Away from all the painful memories. Please love I'm begging you! He'll be one in a month, if we get anymore attached it'll be to late." The man was near hysterics by the end of his rant, wanting his wife to just understand that they couldn't keep him.

"Fine, we'll put him up for adoption. On one condition. I want to leave my locket with him. The silver tear drop one, with that beautiful purple designed engraved in it. It has our family photo in it. I want him to have just one little reminder that we didn't want to do this. That we wanted to be good parents for him, that we'll always have a part of our hearts with him. Please Robert, just that one little thing and I'll give him up."

"Alright Chloe, but only leave that with him. I love him, but I don't want him growing up thinking we're waiting for him. Let him know we're out their, but not that we want him to come find us. Okay?"

Chloe could only nod her head 'yes' as her husband took her baby from her arms. She couldn't hold back the tears as she unclasped her locket from around her neck and put it on her baby. She could do nothing as the her husband left the house with a folder of information and their baby. When Robert came back with plane tickets to America and no baby she couldn't react. When a week later she was told it was time to go she couldn't stop herself from breaking down crying and screaming one phrase as Robert took her to America. "I want my baby! I want Arthur!"

Nineteen Years Later

"Arthur hurry up! Your plane leaves in three hours! You don't want to miss it!" A women shouted up the stairs to her son. She had hazel eyes and ginger hair, with just the slightest freckles and a smaller stature.

"I know! I'm just getting my bags, hold on a second!" Arthur shouted back down.

A few moments later he emerged from his bedroom, two large suitcases on either side of him. He was clad in black skin tight jeans with a dark blue studded belt, converse, a Union Jack T-shirt, a few silver piercings in his ears, and a silver locket with an intricate purple design engraved into it around his neck. His bright emerald eyes had lost some of their luster from when he was a baby, but not much. He'd gotten his mother's fathers eyebrows and her sandy blond hair, although it was just as untamable as his fathers had been.

"Seamus! Go help your brother with his bags!" The women from before shouted at a tall, burly man who looked nothing like Arthur. "Yeah, yeah" Seamus grumbled as he went upstairs to help Arthur carry his suitcases downstairs and to the taxi that was waiting outside. Once the trunk closed Arthur turned back to his 'family' to say final goodbyes.

"Oh, look at you all grown-up!" The women cried as she hugged Arthur.

"It's okay mom! I'm only studying abroad, I'll come back when I graduate to see you, okay?" Arthur tried to console his mother. She let out a small laugh and released Arthur, who turned to his 'brothers.'

Seamus was the only one that was his mothers by blood. His other three siblings were all adopted, like him. Seamus and his mother, Anne, were Scottish. Seamus was also the oldest of the four boys. The next oldest was Brian, his heritage was Irish. Next in line was Caron, he was Welsh. Arthur came next in line and final was Peter who was British like Arthur and only ten. Seamus was twenty-nine, Brian twenty-five, and Caron was twenty-three. Arthur would be turning twenty in a month.

Although the bit of a cultural diversity in the family, they currently lived on the outskirts of London, in a nice home that Anne had inherited from her grandfather and moved into after her husbands death when Seamus was six. The next year she adopted Brian. The rest were adopted shortly within the time span of each other. Caron two years later with Arthur following behind the next year. Peter was adopted when he was three.

Each of the boys had a little story. Seamus, losing his father when he was five and moving out of the big city of London. Brian's parents were killed when he was only an infant. Caron was taken out of his house by child services. His father being a drunk and the mother having abandoned him upon birth. Peter's mother didn't want him because she got pregnant with him through rape. Arthur was simply left in the adoption agency for no apparent reason when he was almost a year old, only having his name, some medical information (like his shots and last check-up) and the locket that he assumed was his birth mothers.

Now all the boys, except Peter, had grown-up. Seamus with a three year old and wife. Brian was holding his own apartment and job. Caron would be graduating next year from College as well, were Arthur was heading off too. He'd gotten accepted into a program were he could travel to the America and study there.

Once Arthur said his goodbyes he climbed into the taxi and headed off to the airport, where he would get on a plane that would fly him over the Atlantic and into Pennsylvania. He would be attending a small college. California University of Pennsylvania, CALU. He'd be an undergraduate in English Education, Creative Writing, and Social Studies.

The flight was long and when Arthur finally arrived in Pittsburgh, PA all he wanted to do was find a bed. He'd never flown before, had found the seats very uncomfortable, and had just suffered serious jet-lag.

Unfortuantly it took another three hours to get to CALU and check in and then find his dorm. He apparently had a roommate that was due within the week. In his current state though Arthur couldn't care were his dorm was or if he had a rommate, all he worried about was the bed that he collapsed into the second his last bag was in the room and the door shut. He could nag himself about procrastinating later when he unpacked, after a much needed nights rest to catch his body up with the time.

The following morning Arthur woke up at about ten in the morning. It was already sunny out and much later than when Arthur would normally wake up. He grumbled to himself throughout the entire morning as he unpacked all his clothes into the dresser and closet that were side by side. He'd picked the side of the room with the window, he was more of a morning person and liked nature so the window was just the favorable side of the room for him.

The bedroom to his dorm was a nice size. The bedroom practically split in half, a bed on each side, one under a window, the other not. Across from the foot of the bed was a closet and next to said closet was a dresser. Next to the head of each bed was a nice sized desk, with about four feet of room between the two desks, were a large bookshelf sat. The room was spacious enough that if he wanted to rearange his furniture (with his roommate) it'd be no problem at all. All the furniture was a light wood colour, and the walls an earthy brown. The beds were made with white sheets and a pale red comforter.

Their was one, pure white, bathroom with two sinks and a shower and tub. Last was a little kitchen that had a small fridge and stove, not that Arthur would use the stove often, he was no chef. The kitchen was a soft yellow with white counter tops and an ordinary electric stove and standard fridge. There was some cupboard and counter space but that was the extent of it, the cupboards matching the wood of the rest of the furniture in the dorm. There was a nice walk-in closet in the hallway as well, but that was the extent to the dorm. The bathroom and kitchen had white tiling in them while the rest of the dorm had a smooth beige carpet.

After Arthur had unpacked his clothes he went to unpacking his hygiene products, books, and other nick-knacks he'd brought with him. He tried to not take up more than his half of the space, but he assumed some things might get moved around so him and his roommate could get comfortable, when this roommate showed up.

Once done unpacking he went to take a shower and change his clothes, leaving the now empty suitcases and duffelbags under his bed.

The water in the shower was a tad cold but with a simple thought of warm up the water heated up like magic, making Arthur smile some as he continued his shower. He'd discovered very early on in his life that nature tended to listen to him. He was very good with gardening, something he'd miss while in college, and he always loved to play down in the river of the nearby forest when he was little. Making the water do fun little tricks with the wave of his fingers. When ever he got hot or cold he could cool himself down or warm himself up with a mere thought. He even knew a few 'spells' that the faerie had taught him as a child. He didn't like to use those spells though, he didn't trust them, like he didn't fully trust the fae. He considered them friends, but he was the only one that could see them, understand them. The only one with this magic.

They'd tried to teach him how to control spiritual energy, like animals and even people but he would do nothing more than befriend the sweet woodland creatures he came across, never once using his abilities on a human. The faeries refused to tell him were these powers came from, why him, the extent of them, how they worked, anything. He didn't like not knowing anything, he would often grow nervous with his abilities as a child, never knowing the effecs they'd have, on himself or others, the last thing Arthur wished to do was harm something or someone. Throughout the years he'd grown comfortable with toying just a bit with nature, but trying to do any more than that would often make him nervous and jittery.

After his shower Arthur dried off quickly and got dressed in the bathroom. Wearing dark skin tight blue jeans, a maroon belt and black tank top that had a white design through it. His locket securly around his neck.

Upon leaving the bathroom he heard a knock at the door and went to get it, raising one of his large eyebrows in question to who it could be. Opening the door he was met, looking up at eyes that were blue enough to rival the skies, hidden behind wire framed glasses. Through further inspection he found that the blue eyes infront of him belonged to a man, a few inches taller than himself and a tad broader. He had blond hair that you could lose in a wheat field and his skin was tan, unlike Arthurs which refused to gain any colour. He looked to be about Arthurs age, possibly a year younger.

What caught Arthur's attention next was the suitcases by the man. Three suitcase that were a bright red and two black duffel bags.

"This dorm B-13?" The blue eyed man asked, looking down at a piece of paper he had in his hand. He was wearing blue jeans, loser than Arthurs, that were held up by a black belt, a white undershirt and red hoodie.

"Yes, you must be my roommate than." Arthur answered politely, holding out his hand which the other took and shook.

"Cool, I'm Alfred." He said as he slung his two duffel bags over his shoulds and grabbed one suitcase with the hand that wasn't holding any paper.

"I'm Arthur" Arthur replied, showing his new roommate to the bedroom. Alfred set his duffel bags on the bed and went back to get the other two suitcases. Arthur followed and was about to close the door for him when he noticed two boxes laying next to the door.

"Are these your boxes?" Arthur asked, turning to see Alfred walking into the bed room. He stuck his head back out and replied, "no, those were their when I got here."

With a questioning look Arthur knelt down and looked at the boxes. One had his name on it, the other said 'Alfred F. Jones' which Arthur presumed was Alfred's full name. Picking them up he carried them into the bedroom and sat Alfreds box on his bed, and took his own to his desk.

"Whats this?" Alfred asked, looking over at the box.

"I don't know. They were at the door," Arthur replied, opening his box and continued, "looks like our school books."

Alfred let out a groan at the news of books while Arthur simply set to work sorting through them and organizing his desk with them. Alfred worked on unpacking his things.

"Least we got a month more of relaxing till we have to start school, right?" Alfred commented after a few minutes.

"I suppose." Arthur replied.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to be from like England or something would you?" Alfred asked.

"My accent that strong?"

"Yeah, it is"

"Yes than, I am from England, outskirts of London. I'm here studying abroad."

"Oh thats cool. I'm from Pittsburgh."

"Thats the city were my plane landed."

"Good city." Alfred commented with a smile. "Their known as the city of champions. We got the Steelers and Penguins. Pirates too, although their not so good anymore."

Arthur just looked back at Alfred in confusion.

"Oh right, your not from here. Guess you wouldn't know the sport teams and all that." Alfred said, scratching the back of his head and going to his last suitcase. Putting things up on the empty shelves of the bookcase. An awkward silence settled in the room until Arthur decided to break it.

"Well, it's been nice talking and all but the fridge and cupboards are rather bare, so I'm going to go see if I can find a place to get some food." Arthur said, going to his desk and pulling out his wallet, looking at the American money a tad hesitantly.

"Want company? I know this area pretty well, and I guess I should get myself some food too." Alfred suggested.

Arthur thought about it for a moment. He liked doing things on his own, but this was new territory to him and he was still learning the money. Alfred seemed nice, if not a bit energetic. He saw no harm in bringing him along for help. "Alright, I suppose I'll need the help with getting around for a bit."

Alfred smiled. grabbing his vans while Arthur laced up his converse. Leaving the dorm and going down to the parking lot where Arthur learned that Alfred could drive and had a black 2005 Buick. It seemed like a nice car to Arthur. Alfreds driving didn't seem so nice though once they got on the road. Arthur was all to happy to leap from the car once they parked infront of a Walmart about twenty minutes from the college.

Alfred didn't seem to notice Arthurs terror of his driving as he just guided him inside and they set to work shopping. Arthur stuck close to Alfred with the shopping cart. They'd agreed in the car to pay for their own food but that they'd share it, since Arthur didn't know the American brands of food at all. Grabbing things he could reconized off the shelves. Some tea, a few apples, bread, strawberry jam, peanut butter, milk, macaronni and cheese, and eggs. A few things Alfred had to help him pick out, while he filled up the cart with a lot more. Arthur couldn't keep track of it all but he knew there was ceral, bacon, grapes, hot dogs, some ground meat, buns, some canned vegetables, oreos, chips, soda, and some other things.

While they were in the store they also picked up some dishes and utencils and some cooking pans. When they were done with their shopping and in the check-out they grabbed a bag of cooked, boneless, fried chicken, that was kept warm under hot lights for dinner.

When their purchases were rung up Arthur noticed Alfred wince at the numbers that showed up. Arthur wasn't positive himself, but he was sure nearly 200 dollars was a lot in this country. 200 Pounds was a lot in his country at least. Alfred paid for it entirely when he noticed Arthur seeming to get confused by the money. Arthur tried to protest but Alfred just told him that he could pay him back in the car.

On the way back to the college Alfred helped a now grumpy Arthur sort through the money and pay him for half of the supplies they'd bought. Once done Arthur grumpily sat and looked out the window for the rest of the way, and remained silent as they unloaded the food and other purchases into their dorm. Arthur didn't like needing help like this, it irked him that he knew so little about how this country worked and that Alfred had to guide him so much after just one day.

When they finished eating their food Arthur cleaned up while Alfred called his mom, something about getting his TV and laptop sent over, maybe something about a game system as well. The remainder of the night was rather quiet. Arthur wrote to his mother in England, letting her know he was alright. Alfred finished his unpacking and, as Arthur had predicted, they moved some things around to make the place more comfy for the two of them.

While Alfred went to take a shower Arthur layed on his bed, clad in sweat pants and a T-shirt, looking out of the open window. Suddenly a small glittery orange light appeared by his window and a small little fire faerie flew in. She lit up the dim room that was currently only lit by the two lamps on both desks, and brought with her a comforting warmth.

'Arthur why are you here?' The little fae asked.

Arthur sighed, "for college, I told you and your sisters all this before."

'No, why are you in this dorm with him? Don't you know?' She replied back. That made Arthur raise an eyebrow. Don't you know? What didn't he know. Was it really something? The faerie would often say things like Don't you know to him, but would never elaborate on the matter. It was almost like they were just seeing what Arthur knew about himself and he hated it because the fae made him feel as though he knew nothing about his life. He blamed his parents for that, they left him alone like this in an adoption agency. No answers or clues to who he was or were he came from except his name and his mothers locket which had, what he presumed, would be his family photo from right after he was born.

"Don't I know what dear?" Arthur asked, hoping to get a response this time.

'About Alfred' she replied with a devious smirk.

Arthur shook his head, "what about him?"

The faerie just giggled, 'go through the his photo album if you wish to find out. He put it in the left hand draw of his desk.' Than she vanished in thin air. Leaving nothing behind to prove she was there moments before except for the tingly warmth that was in the room, which was swiftly fading.

Arthur sighed, he wouldn't invade Alfreds privacy like that. He'd just met him today after all, if there was something in the photo album that Arthur should see than Alfred himself would show him. Arthur refused to allow the faerie to influence him to invade anothers privacy, they didn't do it often, but on occasion they would, and Arthur never listened to them.

Later that night, when Alfred lay curled up in his bed asleep, his breathing barely even a backround noise to the room, Arthur lay awake, thinking. He didn't know why, but he wanted to truly look through Alfreds photo album. For the first time in his life he questioned what the fae had told him and actually wondered, what could lie within that photo album.

And Chapter! New story! This plots been jumping around in my head for a bit now and hasn't let me work on Of Tea and Blood or my other new story (which isn't up yet, but will be Spamo if you want to keep your eyes peeled for it)

So, I decided to let this plot bunny loose! Review for me please! Keep on eye on these Author notes, for there will be contest for sneak preview like in Of Tea and Blood. Which will be updated soon! Little sorry for not updating that, blame this here, and me trying to figure out LiveJournal. Seriously, if any of you have a LiveJournal account and could PM me about how to upload stuff on there, tell me, please!

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Finally! A few notes on this story! It's taking place in southwestern PA if you haven't noticed, and CALU is a real college in that area, dorm B is a real dorm (which I've heard is suppose to be the haunted one) and the classes Arthur is taking are real undergraduate coarses you can take. NOW! I do not know if thats what the dorms are really like, I'm only in highschool, I've been up to CALU many times (I live very close to it)and actually want to attend there when I graduate highschool, but have never really been in a dorm. Many places in this story are real places and what not, although some will be made up, Walmart for example does exist but I don't know exactly how close it is to CALU in all honesty. Alright thats it I believe.

Oh! If you want a bonus! I referenced something in this chapter, dorm B-13. Pay attention to the B-13. If someone can figure out that than you get a small bit of backround information on this story. No preview, but extra information you'll have ahead of time.

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