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(PRP) Nature or Nurture? (Karloff and Lucian)

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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:58 pm

It was something he knew that he might have to deal with eventually, but it didn’t make it any easier. To have a child was a major responsibility. If it was done “right", persay it was planned after much deliberation and thought of the future. Tiny little details already planned in his or her life to give them any advantage that could afforded.

Something conceived of pure joy, but some children were different—unwanted, unloved….sickly, and lost. With these thoughts in mind, Karloff and Aiblhe made their decision. In spite of the risk, and the imminent fear of how this would all turn out, they pushed all their fears aside and took in a small basket. Tan and White. Beautiful, simple. Maybe a small splatter of blood and a red jewel that shined so brightly. Brightly…brightly.

So despite their need and desire to conceive and care for other children in the future, they adopted a child. When his little basket opened he was amazed.

Little eyes looked at him, red but clear. They reminded him so much of his eyes. It was something to see those eyes looking up at him with some emotion. It was confusion, bewilderment, and love. Could that be love? So instant, so complete…so trusting and all in one moment. It was amazing. It could happen this quickly? This wonderfully?

And in that moment, Karloff knew that this child was his as much as if he had helped conceived him. Lucian….Lucian was his, his and Ailbhe’s.

The moment he had seen him, Karloff knew that he loved him as much as his own life.

Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2011 10:59 pm

It was something he knew might happen. And despite his free thinking, despite his distaste…here he was preparing for it. He had fought for it for days, for weeks. He had tried to find away around it, to find a way that he could stop the craving…

But Karloff knew about cravings. He had suffered through them enough, he had figured out a way to live through them…to find peace with what he did. To find a way that it was okay to him, so how could he judge this need of his son?

His son. His son…He was not flesh of his flesh, bone of his bones…he was nothing to him actually than a basket that’s lost and wayward mother hoped that he would become something more than what she was. Maybe by being away from her, he would be okay. She wanted him to have a chance. That chance was with Karloff and Ailbhe.

They had raised him, loved him. He was their first child, and so far their only child. They were still young yet, still new to this all. But that love was great, and they loved him no matter what the future might bring.

It always came down to this argument again and again. Nature or Nurture? What meant more? What mattered the most? Who you were born to or how you were raised?

Bad blood will out…Good conquers all….There’s bad in him, I know it…..All he needs is a chance….He’s nothing, he’ll never be anything! Like mother, like son…With enough nurture, enough love, he can turn out alright….

All the things other said, they way the qualified their beliefs with no basis. It wasn’t definable—nature or nurture? Sometimes, it couldn’t be understood. What was the factor that mattered the most?

As Karloff watched Lucian sleep, he knew that he had to make this decision for him. It was rough, a road he had not wanted to let him take. But he could see the boy, constantly hungry…constantly searching for something that would satiate his hunger….Hunger…

And Karloff knew what it was like to be hungry, to be condemned…to be misunderstood. So no matter how much it repelled Karloff, no matter how much he hated to bring this course to action….he knew that it was the best one. He could not live with his son like this…He would not let Lucian suffer like he did. As much as meat repulsed him, he would teach Lucian to hunt. If meat was what filled him, he would find a way for him to face that hunger at least tolerably.

Walking over, his fangs glinting in the night. His eyes watchful on his son. Leaning down to the small curled up form, he nosed Lucian gently while letting out his soft, deep purring.

Lucian awoke, his red eyes looking up into the red ones he loved so much. The moon was shining down at him, and Than…Than and Lux were mercifully silent.