I am so sorry...

Tom:
What the hell did I do? I fucking hate America. I swear, I am never going back. My babies, Ali. She's going to fucking kill me. I stood in the driveway of my house with the lights flashing, music blaring and people streaming out into my yard. I was pissed. I do not need this right now. I called Avery and she came outside. We talked, I yelled she called Ali.

I wanted to see my babies and my fiancé. I wanted to apologize and have her just hate me. I can't believe what I did.

Avery made the people leave and I took my bags up the stairs and collapsed into my bed. Our bed. The bed I would probably never sleep on again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She said coming into the room and slamming the door. She had both the babies in her arms and was red with anger. I lifted my head and then fell back. "I am putting the boys to bed and then you had better be prepared to tell me what is going on." She stalked out of the room. I let out a sigh. It was their six month old birthday, I didn't even get to tell them that I loved them. I got up and went to the sink splashing my face with water. The lights started flickering before just going out. I heard Ali scream and started running down the hallway. I walked into the nursery. The boys were asleep and swaddled in their blankets.

"Tom, get everyone out." She choked. I looked up to where her voice was coming from the ceiling. She was trapped up there. Holy crap. A deep cut appeared on her stomach and I yelled. "Get them out." I grabbed the babies.

"I love you Ali." I yelled just before the whole ceiling was engulfed in flames. I yelled again. And ran out of the nursery. A man dressed in black stood next to the door with bright yellow eyes. He smile at me and then disappeared into the air. "AVERY! DAMIAN! Get out of the house now!" I yelled. They came running out of the room still dressed from the party and ran over to me.

"What happened?" Avery cried.

"Get out!!" I cried handing her and Damian the boys. They ran down the stairs and I tried to turn back to the room. Maybe I could save her. The hallway was filled with flames and smoke. Tears started falling down my cheeks and I stumbled down the stairs and out the door just before the whole house went up in flames. I fell onto the grass and started sobbing. Whatever that thing was. The thing with the yellow eyes. It had to pay. It was going to die. And I was the one going to kill it.

Heelllloo...
This is the story of how Tom Hiddleston became a hunter. That took an unexpected turn. I have no real fucking idea. But hey... I needed to end this. There might be an epilogue. Focus on might.

I am really sorry about the long wait and I am sure disappointing chapter. Well. I am going to mark this as completed. If I feel like writing an epilogue I will.

I love you!
Please don't murder me!
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