William flicked his head in Willow's direction. He felt the warmth from her hand. His first reaction was to pull away, but her other hand went to his chest. She touched his bleeding rune and Will winced. Then he saw it again.
Blood dripped from Anthony's hands to the wooden floors. He stared at the nephilim down at his feet. A loud crack sounded as Erin hit Anthony in the face. Anthony grabbed his jaw, realizing it had been dislocated. He stared in wonderment, but it wasn't Erin that caught his attention. "William, sweety, daddy and I are just- go back to your room." Anthony stared at his six year old son. How long had he been standing there? Suddenly an idea sickened him. "Don't listen to her, she doesn't want you. She wants to forget about us." Anthony watched William's demeanor change. It was different. Somehow Anthony knew he could use it to his own advantage. Erin stared bewildered at Anthony. She was appalled by the statement. Erin began to claim how it was untrue, but then the scene skipped again. Will knelt over his poor mother, her blood covering his face, shirt and hands. He started to shake as it just clicked. He killed his mother. Anthony knelt beside him. "It's better this way." Anthony smiled and patted his son on the back. The scene changed again as months passed. Anthony was arguing with a tall blond with rather large plugs in his ear lobes. Anthony looked terrible. "It's your own damn fault for sleeping with her. Look at what you created now." Parris crossed his arms and shook his head. "Even though I'm sick of picking up your s**t, you're my friend, Anthony. I have no choice but to help you." Parris sighed. "I'll put a block on Will's memories from a certain age. We'll send James and William to the parabatai ceremony. After they're joined it will be easier for James to make sure the block stays in shape." Anthony looked grateful. "Don't mention it. I just hope you didn't do this to Lily, as much as I hate to say that." Anthony grimaced. "...I couldn't do that to her."