Chip Off the Old Block?

Chip Off the Old Block?

Dawn of the Anti-Christ — Maybe?

Natasha Duncan-Drake

Chip Off the Old Block? Copyright © 2011 by Natasha Duncan-Drake. All Rights Reserved.

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First Edition: Jan 2012

This Edition: Sep 2019

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ISBN-13 978-1-908333-18-6

Thank you very much to Subtlemagic for commissioning this story and thank you to Sophie and Rob for all your help.

Commissioned by Subtlemagic

on 3rd January 2011

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Chip Off the Old Block?

Dawn of the Anti-Christ — Maybe?

Mrs Baylock: Have no fear, little one... I am here to protect thee.

—Billie Whitelaw, The Omen

OWEN WATCHED DAVID MICHAELS flirt with Keith Smythe, one of the sixth years, in what, he had to admit, was a rather wistful manner. David was his best friend and, until this year, Owen had been perfectly happy to watch David conquering half the school.

Before returning for his seventh and final year at St Ethelbert's, Owen would have been the first to admit that he had been more into books than anything else. He had been short, dumpy, bespectacled and much more prone to sticking his nose into a tome than sticking his tongue down someone's throat.

Owen was more than self-aware enough to admit he had been a walking cliché. He wasn't anymore.

Just before he had come back to school Owen had hit a growth spurt. What his dad called growing into his role in life, after all the anti-Christ really couldn't look like a shy, bookish historian type. He was supposed to embody all things decadent and hedonistic and … well … bad. At least he had the looks now, and he thought he was getting