So you feel this way too? I think I could sleep for days, if we’re being honest.
Off and on, yes. What’s got you feeling like that though?
The moon began the journey to her throne in the sky as the sun retreated. The witch gathered her planted seeds in their pots and had an assortment of candles, firewood, and matches. The supplies were placed on a bed-sheet in the trunk of her Chevy Malibu before the witch made her way to a secluded spot in the forest. The blood moon was now watching over her children and Victoria could feel the Earth’s energy vibrating all around her. The intensity was more intoxicating than any top-shelf liquor and the sheer magnitude had Victoria threatening to scream. Not out of anger, but excitement.
The lights of her Chevy were turned off with the keys slipping into her coat pocket. Candles were placed in a large circle, and Victoria began building a fire in its center. Plants were placed next to her and she felt a grin forming. There was so much power here - so much potential. Falling to her knees, Victoria closed her eyes and let herself be filled with the Earth’s energy. The moon only made her stronger, and the witch was sure she had never felt this much power at once before.
First was the candles around her; the wicks ignited one-by-one in a clockwise fashion. The invisible flow of chi began to swirl like a cyclone in the contained area. Seeds began to sprout and grew rapidly as if somebody pressed fast forward. Stems skyrocketed and bulbs began blooming. Herbs were practically ready for picking and Victoria never felt so accomplished before.
Magic was a thing of beauty- something that so encompassed the earth, working with its inhabitants to make things that should otherwise be impossible possible. With one word, or a quiet chant, a user could bring about great bounty and prosperity- and likewise great devastation and destruction. It’s users had to be learned, both in the way of magic as well as how the earth works.
Unfortunately, however, Peter didn’t see it like that. He stood several feet away, obscured by the darkness that encompassed the trees around him. Little light was granted due to the state of the moon, and Peter felt something crawl beneath his skin- much like a bug worming its way into his veins -as he watched the woman work in her ring of fire. Granted, if his father knew he were here on his own, he’d never hear the end of it.
You aren’t old enough.
You haven’t learned the proper skills.
It’s my job to protect you.
Think of how it would impact your mother and sister if something happened to you.
His father’s voice was buzzing at the back of his mind like an annoying fly and he made the physical motion of swatting it to silence the sound in his head. He couldn’t afford distractions… Not if he was going to finally prove his father wrong and show that he was ready.
Peter moved to quietly set his bag of supplies down on the ground next to him, thankful for the fact that his hunch had been right and some witch was out here ‘worshipping’ the damn moon. Really… who worshiped a moon? A quick check made sure that he had a hunting knife strapped securely to his thigh and a gun holstered on the back of his belt, handle resting against his lower back. He pulled in a long, slow breath before he slowly made his from the cover of darkness, trying to remain as quiet as possible.
Grace was slightly unnerved as she made the familiar drive to her brother’s garage, practically chanting the same sentence to herself as if it were her mantra. ‘Everything is fine. It’s just Peter. There’s nothing to worry about.’ She loved her brother dearly and missed the time they spent together as they were growing up but with this uncontrollable magic of hers at hand, she couldn’t risk it. Even with their mother teaching her to control and actually use her powers, telling Peter about them wasn’t an option. Especially after finding out about her father and his so called “business trips”. Those terrified her and it was the main reason she maintained her distance.
But Peter was different. He was her twin, basically her other half, and the person who knew her better than anyone else so keeping things from him was harder than the rest. But avoiding him altogether was just as hard so bringing her car into him to fix seemed like a good balance; she gets to spend time with her brother and his focus wouldn’t directly be on her since he’d be looking at her car so she didn’t have to worry about him seeing some of the weird faces she made when she lied if she didn’t catch herself in time.
She made one final turn as the garage came into view and she tried her hardest to keep her nerves under control. She thought she was good at keeping up her pretenses but it seemed like now that she actually had to put it to the test, she wasn’t so sure about it. Grace took a deep breath as she pulled in, a smile quickly adorning her face as she saw her brother. “Long time indeed.” She said as she got out of her car and moving to hug him.
Peter let out a quiet laugh as he wrapped his arms around his sister in turn, hugging her tightly and holding on perhaps a moment too long before he let her go again. It really had been far too long since they last talked- something that Peter wasn’t entirely fond of. After all, she was his twin… And they’d spent the better part of their lives attached at the hip. The sudden distance felt… wrong. And unnatural.
Eventually he made his way around her, passing her on the right as he moved to her car and tapped his fingers lightly on the hood. “You said it’s making a funny noise.” He called after a moment, turning back to look at her with an arched eyebrow. “Where is it coming from and what the hell did you do to this poor car now?” He teased.
His hand outstretched a moment later, palm up as he curled his fingers inwards.
"Keys, fork ‘em over."
Not yet.You are my son…i can’t put you in that danger. Not for no reason.
Plus someone has to look after the girls while I’m gone.
Mom is absolutely capable of taking care of herself. She still frightens me sometimes.
Wait. Are you telling me you don’t pick up the cars one handed with those All-American Golden Boy muscles, or lift them with the sheer power of your eyebrows?
I feel like I got hit by a truck, but then surprisingly relaxed. — Is that weird?
No… Actually… it’s not.
Peter glanced at his phone one more time before he laughed and shook his head, pocketing the device as he went back to working on his car. Grace… The girl could certainly be a handful, but she was his sister… and one of the few people that Peter trusted and cared for. Which was, namely, the reason he’d even agreed to learn how to hunt from their father in the first place. To keep Grace and his mother safe… with the added benefit of helping out other innocent humans along the way. Family first though.
Green eyes shift upwards, lingering on the Audi that was hoisted midair, tires eye level with Peter. One of the few luxuries he’d actually allowed himself to gleam from the family. Unlike most others in the town, he wasn’t terribly fond of flashing their founding family cash… Instead, he preferred to work for his own. It kept him level headed and calm-… relaxed.
When he heard the familiar sound of Grace’s car engine pulling up, he hit the button on the lift to lower his own car towards the ground. Wiping his hands with an oil covered rag, he tossed it aside and made his way to the front of the garage which consisted of a small office. One foot kicked the door open, pushing it aside as he watched his sister climb from her car.
"Long time no see, stranger."
It is definitely the twin thing… Why do you think I’m finding a reason to spend time with you?
You’re boring when all you do is work on cars… I can only watch you work on an engine so many times.
I do more than work on cars. And hey, the knowledge you pick up from could save your life one day. You’ll be one of the few members of the female population who can actually change a tire.
Just get down here.
Usually people don’t complain when their sister stops annoying them.. Or maybe you got too boring to follow around. Ever think about that?
I blame it on the twin thing. Unusually bound together and all that.
And me? Boring? That’s hilarious.