October 1801

Sandown, Isle of Wight

"The Last Night"

The three boys walked home, arm in arm like the gentlemen they were, fitted in the latest fashion and their long hair elegantly waved over hard lined face; like princes.

The youngest had drunk far too much rich red wine, and was being held up by his elder brothers.

Two of them were the sons of a very rich, very snobbish family- the Banes. Their father looked down upon anyone in the lower classes with distain- his sons had inherited the same trait too, and were much more prominent about the fact that they were classed as practically royalty in the town.

The other, the eldest, an outcast, but they were all so close, you could call them true relations.

Their drunken laughter and playful banter echoed down the street- a few of the nosy neighbours stuck their heads past thick curtains, a frown upon their annoyed faces at them, but soon retreated back into their room when they saw who it was-It was always them; The regular trouble-makers; the damned.

Laughing as they went, they stumbled onto the magnificent stately house grounds where they lived of Bane mansion. The giant, circular fountain was bubbling softly as they passed, the full moon reflecting brightly of the still midnight water. They made their way into a hidden clearing behind the rose bushes, where they sat heavily on the fallen oak tree which dominated the central space. The air was filled with the sounds and scents of the night- the rose's gentle fragrance, the crickets chirping from the grass, and the occasional flap as a bat or bird flew by- the creatures of the night; just like them.

The eldest struck a match on the rough bark of the trunk, and put the small, flickering ball of flames to the lantern they had hung from one of its jutting branches from last time- the night before, so it caught alight and sent its warm red and amber glow all around them, sending out long shadows out behind- like silent ghosts. They began to relax; no one would find them there.

They thought

But suddenly, they heard it- footstep's coming towards them.

The youngest snapped out of his drunken daze, and the other, that was only a year older, stood up, alert, his silver-blue eyes sparkling in a curious way in the candlelight.

'Something's wrong.' The eldest said, standing up to; his eyes were a deep maroon- dangerous, his body tensed; fight, or flight? 'Stay here.' He said with an air of command, moving off into the trees. The youngest was now standing, senses primed. 'What-?' he started, but never got it all out- the eldest had yelled in pain, and shouted back to them. 'It's a trap! Run!' the second eldest turned to run, but his younger brother didn't move. 'Come on... you can't do anything for him now...' he said, pulling at the sleeve of his suit. 'Come on!' he yelled, and he turned too; they ran.

Then they saw their brother, lying on the floor- there was a hilt of a knife in his chest, and he wasn't moving. 'Obsidian.' The youngest gasped, his smoky dark blue eyes wide in repressed fear and seething anger, and backed away into the shadows-

Right into a net.

'No! You bas-!' he roared. His elder brother was being surrounded by the traitorous Humans- the brother's family had given them to the wolves... and they were at their mercy. He glanced briefly to his left- his younger brother was putting up a terrific fight; he'd killed three men already. But the moment of hesitation was all the Humans needed- they threw a net over him too. Even with their enhanced strength- the brothers couldn't get free. So, cursing and thrashing the whole way, they dragged them to the chamber they'd made "Especially" for the murderers.

There were three tombs inside, made of obsidian .Ready to trap them forever.

The eldest was shoved inside first; the lid slammed down without any fuss, and bolted shut. Then it was the elder brother one- he too put up a fight, but even then, the Humans managed to do it; slam him inside- he had always been the weakest of the three, unbeknownst as to how he was changed.

The youngest was fighting with all he had- like a cornered wolf, vicious to the end. But even so- he was forced in, and the rattling bolts thudded home. Then the Humans left, but not before saying a mass of prayers, with the express question of them never getting free, and lighting purification candles to keep the bad spirits away.

When they left, the youngest was cursing loudly at his elder brother. '-it's all your fault! If you didn't do that to that bitch, then we wouldn't be here! It's all your-!' he pounded against the lid, cursing vehemently. 'Get me out now!' he roared. The eldest was still out of it. The silver-blue eyed one stayed silent... it really was his fault... 'Im sorry!' he shouted, and his younger sibling laughed wildly. 'To late for that now! Do you know what happens when you don't feed for a week? You practically die! You wait until I get out...You are so-!' the elder one sighed, he didn't need to hear what he was going to say- he knew what it would be aright. He pushed against the lid again- not even a tiny fraction of movement... they were well and truly trapped. Forever. He closed his eyes and listened to the now faint banging of his brother.

That was the last thing he remembered, and would remember...

Of 1801...

But he was wrong... It wouldn't be forever...

Hey guys! I wrote this fic about two years ago, its roughly 100 pages, size 8 on Microsoft word. Just thought I'd put it up- as it's completely finished. You might recognize a few names from here in my other fics- such as the name "Elazar Bane" in my Supernatural fic, whom I got the name from here. Hope you like this- wasn't exactly sure where to put it. Btw, the names I used were in this story before I even watched Supernatural, so the names will make you laugh. I just used them because I liked them, and I needed a bit of history. Hope you like, as it took very nearly a year to write X Nic