Chapter Two: You Have Thirty Seconds.

Dealing with intruders isn't exactly a merciful task....

I creep around to the  bed of my truck in the shadows, a warm summer breeze slipping over my skin as my sharp eyes remain locked onto the black void where the door should’ve been. I rip the tarp off of the top with as little sound as possible, and draw my shotgun from the back with a sort of precision that only comes from someone who has a had to silently draw a gun from the bed many-a-time(exhibit a- the claw marks gouged into the firecracker red paintjob). Pops sends me out on solo jobs every now and then, which is the only thing that really twisted his arm into giving me Terrance’s old truck- aka “Selena”.

Selena is a junker if there ever was one, but hey- you become pretty grateful when you can carry around an entire bunker’s worth of ammunition and supplies, and when those thick steel sides are all that lies between you and a hungry lupin on a full moon. Any other car would crumple under the stress this thing has been through. I’d take Selena above those pretty smart cars anyday. With my profession- one of those would be crushed like a tin can by now. And Selena was my brother’s- which in itself makes her very sentimental. I get to sit in the same seat my brother did when Pa let him go on solo missions…. It makes the gap between us feel that much smaller. You see- nowadays….there’s a pretty big gap between Terrance and I…..a fairly sizable gap-

Because Terrance is dead. Terrance has been dead for two years now. And I killed him.

Well, I killed him more or less….. It was a shapeshifter that was mimicking me that really did him in. But if he hadn’t cared so much about me, if we hadn’t gotten separated on that mission….. Some nights I still have nightmares of what it must’ve been like, the horror, the betrayal Terrance must’ve felt when his own little sister murdered him in the sewers. The sewers of all places. He didn’t deserve to die like that…..he didn’t deserve to feel that terrible betrayal in his final moments….. My big brother- the one who always told me It wasn’t my fault that mother left, who would protect me from the thunder and lightning outside when I was small and afraid with his own body, who would take me for a drive in this very truck whenever something was upsetting me, the only one who listened to every word I had to say- I guess it would be stupid to state that I miss him. And yet- I do. Two years have passed and I still miss him just as much as I did on the first day, when I realized that he would never come back.

It’s made me very bitter, and somewhat cold. There was never a man as good-hearted as my brother, and yet whatever you believe in, fate, god, destiny- took him away in what may have been the most brutal fashion ever known. The cold knife of betrayal is something unknown to me- because I have only ever trusted deeply my father and brother(and RIpper), and family is something that will never leave your side(excepting my floozy of a mom, we don’t really mention her though). ‘Family’ Papa had said.’Keep your trust in the family.’. And yet- Terrance met his end by that cold blade that I have never known because of it, god, fate- whatever. It isn’t fair. If there is an afterlife I’m sure he must hate me, or at least think that he hates me. So for whatever god may be out there- what nerve have you? How dare you? What makes you want to toy with lives in such a cruel fashion? You have no respect nor reverence from me. Because I will never forgive you for taking him away in such a brutal manner. You aren’t divine- you are just as bad as those despicable creatures my family seeks out to destroy.

So anyway, back on track V, back on track- I pull the old shotgun out without a sound. No bumping against the side of the bed or the top of the gate, nothing. I approach the door, using the skills my brother and pa drilled into me- ‘Cling to shadows, step lightly, be aware of your surroundings.’, bags of groceries in one arm, and a shotgun over my shoulder, I creep through the herb garden, up the stone path, and up the sturdy steps. I leave the groceries on the porch and slink inside, staying absolutely still and breathing in the quiet controlled way that is nearly inaudible as my eyes adjust to the darkness. So whoever was here was stupid enough to break down the door but smart enough to not turn on any lights? What sort of contradiction is this?

I can hear voices, very quiet voices mind you, but still voices, in the hallway to the living room. I tread very carefully, paying special care not to step on the six creaky boards between the doorway, kitchen, and living room. Knives and glasses glint with starlight from the windows as I pass through the kitchen, a very eerie and yet mesmerizing sight. How odd a feeling- to be creeping through one’s own home as if they were the intruder. It almost gives a feeling of watching one’s own life from another’s eyes. Which is very creepy indeed.

I peek around the corner. They stand in front of the window, right beside Pop’s recliner and the rocking chair, the mantle above the fireplace from across the room shows sheets of dots prickling from frames, the stars being reflected off of the pictures and memories there too. Ripper is waiting outside, by the truck. He isn’t so good at being stealthy, as big as he is, so when I start to sneak around he usually takes a hint and stays put. I can see  their silhouettes against the background of the starry sky, a leather jacket, short haircut. The other has a longer sort of shaggy cut and is a few inches taller than the other figure. The fools have their backs turned to me. I don’t know what they are, and honestly I don’t want to take any chances. ‘Attack first, ask questions later.’ Pa had always said. And I certainly don’t trust idiots who break into houses- even if they are human. Because you know, they could possibly not be human. Since this is the house of monster hunters and all…..                

I shoulder the gun and aim my sights down the barrell. There’s a harsh click as it c***s, it’s a sound  that shatters the silence like a shrill scream on a deadly silent night- and for all the impact had, it may as well have been.

They whip around like deer caught in headlights(which I of course had seen before- I’m a girl who isn’t ostracized from the more…disturbing sides of life), my trained nose is overwhelmed with the scent of cigarette ash and bar smoke. It makes my eyes tear up a bit and I hold by finger against the trigger in a threat that is silent but oh-so real.

“You arses have about thirty seconds to give me a damn good reason for breaking into my house.” I say in a low cold tone that seems to make even the crickets and owls outside fall silent.

“Viv?” I hear a voice from my past drag itself to the surface- here, in the present, right in front of me.

“She has a gun. you said she would be friendly.” The taller, longer haired silhouette hisses.

“Woah-Dean? Jayce?” I lower my gun, though only a miniscule amount.

“Yeah, can we talk without weapons now V?” Dean asks, holding his hands up in a ‘girl you crazy’ fashion.

Dean. The prick who I dated at sixteen years old, and broke up with at seventeen because I found out he was cheating on me with Lisa. Remember Lisa from first grade? The one who called me a liar and I sent home crying? Yeah- that Lisa. Bad blood runs deep hombre, bad blood runs deep….. But Dean was also my Pa’s best friend’s son, and here he was with his little brother Jayce (who wasn’t so little now). I know Dean wouldn’t dare show his face around here unless he had gotten himself into some seriously stupid trouble, and I had no grudge against Jayce- and still, I had to be careful.

“What was my mother’s name?”

“Yvonne.” Dean rolls his eyes. “are we done with this? Can we put the shotgun away? It’s a little bit intimidating.”

“I don’t think we’re done quite yet.” I say sharply, tossing the gun aside and reaching my hand into my pocket, I walk up to Dean-

And promptly ram a silver sewing needle into his hand, all the way in. Feel the pain Dean. Feel the pain.

I didn’t think a man wearing such a cool leather jacket would scream like such a girl.

Reviews

[Verity Harlem]

The only critical thing I have to say is maybe you should consider getting a beta reader, as there are a few grammatical errors. Otherwise, I'm hooked completely on this story! I admire the research you've put into it.

[RedRozeNinja13]

Sorry, sometimes my chromebook just skips letters, I try and fix it when I catch it but I'm just one person.-shrug-

[EmaleighLynn]

Stop making me laugh! This is so funny! I love V more and more with every chapter! Sewing needles are dangerous weapons.

[RedRozeNinja13]

is it bad that I laughed myself when I reread over this? XD

[EmaleighLynn]

No. Not at all!

[RedRozeNinja13]

"I didn't think a man wearing such a cool leather jacket would scream like such a girl." XD ohmygod what sort of place IS my mind?!

[EmaleighLynn]

A place where Dean is a pansy and Jayce is confused. :D

[Silent Wolf]

LOL OMFG HURTS TOO MUCH FROM LAUGHING!!!!!

[Catherine Frain]

SO AGREEING WITH THIS! I SO LOVED HER ATTITUDE IN THIS CHAPTER!

[Catherine Frain]

Ah...this is soooo good. I haven't read this tillll now and it is amazing. I love her attitude and dat Lisa...ruining everything for V.