It runs trough our veins
Chapter 1: Inhuman
"Be careful now. You know I´m terrible at doing proper first-aid." The young male hummed slightly, his eyes litting up as they always tended to do. The boy was attractive for sure, his soft blue eyes being in harmony with his messy, brown hair. Yes, there was no doubt about his beauty, Grace had to admit. He always showed the best of himself around her.
"Yeah yeah, I will be careful. Calm down already." She grumped, keeping her eyes on the muddy path which lay before her. How far where they supposed to walk? Did he even know where they were heading?
The boy´s expression changed for a split second before the heartwarming smile appeared on his lips again. "How can I be a big brother without being worried for this little brat?" he chuckled lightly, patting her slightly on her head.
She hated that.
She hated it so much and he knew. He knew that so well.
The sound of a hurling, light growl took her attention.
"What was that?" she whimpered lightly, "Is there someone nearby?" the girl looked around, clearly frightened. With the fact they hadn´t eaten anything the past days there was a good reason for getting worried over possible enemies.
"I don´t know. To me, your stomach is scary enough." Dylan grinned.
Oh yeah...no food made stomachs do just that. Of course.
She sighed, relieved, feeling utter ashamed for being this whimpering.
"Hey! Stop reading my thoughts!" She snapped, shooting an anonoyed glare up at the other.
"Why have the ability to read your thoughts when I won´t use it?" She shrugged lightly.
"That way I can at least keep an better eye on your health..." He muttered the last part under his breath as he continued on walking down the path.
Despite how low he muttered this sentence, she still could hear it clearly thanks to her inhuman hearing.
That was just what she was.
They were.
Inhuman.
(...)
"Remember now, dear, be careful when you´re out on your trip with uncle Joshua. Don´t check out things which are unknown to you. I know how curious you are to new things, but please... be careful."
The young girl looked up at her mother with a inquiring glance. "You...you won´t come with us?"
The older woman sighed as she kneeled beside the girl, carefully brushing her fingers through her brown hair. "I have work to do. Stephanie needs my help with a case. But I will come visit you next week. I promise."
"No...no!" Grace shook her head before backing away from her. Shaking her head. "I... I can´t wait to next week! Mom please... please just-" she sniffled, shaky hands covering her face. "I don´t want to stay there alone...it´s scary..."
Arms were stretched out before embracing the young girl, followed by a sigh. The room went silent for the moment, the tension staying put. Apart from the noises coming from the aircoditioning, sniffles and light hiccups were the only noises in the open room.
"I´m sorry, Grace... you know I can´t cancel important work. And you won´t be alone. Cousin Aribia and Daniel will be there. That will be fun." A small smile appeared on the woman's lips before she got back up onto her feet, pulling the young girl up as well.
"And if anything happens, you could always reach me on your phone." her soft, brown eyes glimmered as her smile reflected her warmth. "I´ll be back in no time." After patting her head lightly, the young woman left our trough the door.
"I´ll...I´ll wait for you, mom..."
(...)
"ARGH!"
"Grace! Grace wake up!"
An annoyed noise left her before her hand came flying, slamming right into the other.
"Ouch! Bloody hell!" Dylan cursed, holding onto his nose to try and stop the bleeding. "You´re dangerous!"
"I know, dumbass..." She yawned before sitting up. "Sheesh, have you been training drumsticks on on my head or something?" she whined, "Why did you wake me up!?"
"Dou were callim ader somedone..." He muttered, wincing slightly.
"What?"
"DOU WERE CALLIM ADER SOMEDONE!" He repeated louder. Cursing lightly under his breath, he tore off a piece of his shirt before covering his nose. "Dou have do condrol your own strengdt."
"No I don´t..." Brushing her hair back with a sigh, she eventually leaned against a nearby tree. "It was nothing... just the same nightmare as always."
That quickly snapped his attention away from the pain. "Nightdare? Dou never dold me aboud any nightdare..."
"Why even bother. It doesn´t matter anyway." In an attempt to wipe away the sweat from her forehead, she first now realized she´d been crying.
Fuck.
Dylan pouted. "Drace...you know you dan dell me anyding..."
"There´s not always it´s possible explaining things."
"Dat means...wait, duck, hold on..." A sharp, cracking noise were heard before a pained yelp followed close by. "There... next time warn me when you´re planning on using me as a punching bag."
She giggled. "I have to train to get stronger, now don´t I?"
Dylan laughed softly, messing her hair up. "Being a smartass is unfair."
Huffing slightly, she playfully pushed him away. "Well being older is also unfair."
"Hey! To my defense, I didn´t have any chance to decide when I was going to be born. Anyway, older doesn´t always mean wiser you know."
"Yeah, try and use that excuse one more time." She huffed. "I couldn´t-" She began to say, only to get interrupted by a low hurl. A soft growl.
"I´m hungry myself...I promise we´ll soon find some food." Dylan sighed with a small smile.
"That... that wasn´t my stomach..." She whispered, scooting closer to him as her glance shot around to try and find the source. Ears perking lightly.
"Oh heck!" Dylan suddenly exclaimed as he covered his nose. "What the hell is that smell!?"
Grace could sense it as well. A scent she couldn´t specify... a scent that were too known to her.
"Did you fart or something, Dylan?" She murmured. Of course she was joking. The smell weren´t close to anything she knew about.
They both immediately shut up once they sensed someone. Someone coming their way.
"Be ready to attack if needed..." Dylan whispered, "If it´s too dangerous, run..."
"Too late for that moron."
They jumped surprised. "Hell! I swear I won´t hestiate to bite you if needed!" Grace sneered as she turned to the figure. Once her eyes met the intruder´s, she couldn´t help but freeze in utter shock.
"Aribia?"
