This story follows Nathaniel Wilde, but before we can even get to his story, we've gitta understand where and how he came to be. Lillith was a Banshee, but she was an exception to their nature - she looked like a human. Moreover, she couldn't quite feel like humans could. She used men, and then broke their hearts, leaving them to never be seen again until she found another toy to play with. One of these naïve men was Liam Brown. They concieved a child - their only child - before Lillith vanished, never to be seen again.
This child was later going to be known as Nathan Elijah Wilde.
Nathan wasn't aware of his heritage until he was eight. During those eight years, Liam met countless women, laid them, and then kicked them out the next morning. The playboy continued his ways until a woman tamed him. She was rainbows and sunshine at first. If only her sons were like that.
Jacob and William were nightmares. They sought out to make Nathaniel's life as miserable as possible. His father was well aware of what was happening with his young son, but he was too smitten with Olivia to do anything against the boys. He was too smitten to realize Olivia was using him for his magic. Too smitten to realize he was dealing with a witch whose wand had been broken. Too smitten to stand by his son when he most needed it.
Morgana Brown was Liam's eldest child - his only daughter - and Nathan's older sister. Her mother had died a few days prior to her arrival to Liam's house, and as her father, Liam had to take her in.
Morgana was quite obviously the only person to defend Nathan, even if she was older than him by eight years or so. She stuck up for him, even when he made the pots in the kitchen fly, and when the TV mysteriously turned on in his presence. She was the one who stayed by his side even when his neighbors died in a car accident down the street, and he screamed his lungs out, before promptly passing out. She was there through it all, until the day she died.
It was a day like no other. Nathan was almost ten by then, and Morgana had recently turned sixteen. They went on with their normal routine, and everything was fine until a few hours past curfew. Nathan was sleeping in Morgana's bed, like he often did whenever he felt uncomfortable. It happened a lot - he felt very stiff and weird, with a dreadful feeling at the pit of his stomach. He had no idea why.
The next thing he knew, he woke up to two loud bangs and an earsplitting scream. Morgana forced Nathan to hide under the bed, and from there, he witnessed two men in black rush into the room. One took all of Morgana's jewellry, while the other tried to knock Morgana out. Seeing how she was putting a fight, she was swiftly taken care of, before the two men promptly left the room and later the house. The last thing Nathan remembered from that night was another ear-splitting scream before it all went dark.
When he woke up fiftty five minutes later, he was dizzy and disoriented. It was all a nightmare. It had to be. He could hear many voices in his head, but they all were drowned out by one voice. Morgana's. Seeing her limp and pale body, Nathan knew better than anyone something was wrong. She was dead. How could he hear her?
His ignorance cost him two more minutes. By the time he had three left, he decided to talk back, and test the waters. See if the voice was real or not. Quite surprisingly, he held a conversation wit his deceased sister, but it mostly consisted of him crying, and her consoling him and trying to get him to see he wasn't at fault.
"You could have been saved!" "Nathaniel Brown, you are not at fault here. Whoever broke in caused my death. Not you."
Before his sister's voice could fade from his mind, Nathan
was forced to promise promised that he would move on from her death. That he wouldn't blame himself. Or at least, he would try.
Removing himself from the room, Nathaniel raced to his own and got everything he could, stuffing it into two duffel bags before making a run for it. He didn't know whether his father and his family were alive, and quite frankly, he didn't care either. They were nothing to him.
Nate was on his own for a week and a half. His birthday passed without a celebration. He was all dirty, and smelled quite horrible when he was first found by WIP and WIP2 Wilde. Around them, Nate felt that dreadful feeling, and decided to confront them, even if it meant he would probably be taken to an orphanage, or the authorities at least.
Much to the boy's surprise, they knew what was happening with him. They didn't think he was crazy, like he was sure they would. Soon enough, the roles reversed. They were claiming he was a half-breed. A half-banshee. What the hell? What was that? What was wrong with him? Was he the son of the devil?
Seeing how distressed he was, they decided to elaborate on their suspicions. They answered his questions one by one, and explained and explained until they were sure he understood what they were saying. Nate very well understood. He knew what they were saying, but he couldn't be that. He couldn't. He knew he was a freak. William and Jacob made sure he understood that, but this was a whole new level of freak.
Recognizing that they couldn't allow such a young boy to fall into the hands of someone who wouldn't understand what he was, and give them the care he needed, the couple opted for taking him in themselves. Nate was wary at first. Were they trustable? After beginning to make the procedure legal, and after a lengthy investigation, WIP and WIP2 were proclaimed Nate's guardians.
Nathaniel was then introduced to the Wilde family - the people that would be his family for the rest of his life. To say they're a freak show would be an understatement, but Nathan fit right in. That's ecactky what he was. A freak.