There's something you've got to know about siblings. There are times when they are the only friends you have in the world and there are other days when you just kinda wanna rip their lungs out through their chest. There was a time when I was younger with my big brother, Alan.
It was about first grade I had tripped and fallen, cutting my knee open and he came and carried me to the nurse. That's how it used to be anyway. I mean he has his moments where he'll take me to get food and not have me pay for my food but he never really is as nice to me as he used to be. And he just kind of started to push me aside. Like I was some kind of freak or something, and he'd always talk to me like I was stupid or something ridiculous like that.
I just kinda wanted to fit in, y'know? But no matter how much I work at it everything I did was still wrong. I just… I just wanna be more like him I guess. But I'm just too different. But since the first grade incident a lot has changed. After that year we started to travel a lot, dad taking Alan and I around in the old beat up muscle car he'd gotten before we were even born with our uncle. It might have been because my first grade year my mother had died. Alan never gave me a straight answer as to how she died. No matter how much I bugged him, he still wouldn't tell me. Until eleventh grade, when dad died too.
Now by this time Alan was old enough to drive so he took on the old muscle car and we continued travelling. We didn't travel just to see the sights. I wish we had, it would have made my life so much simpler. But no, dad had said that there was a job that we had to be doing. I never knew what that job was; I just knew that dad was hell-bent on getting me trained up for something. He made me a proficient marksman with an old colt pistol and trained me to have greater skills than even that of Alan in hand-to-hand combat, with or without a weapon.
He always told me to watch my back, that there was always something after me. I didn't understand what he meant by that back then. Now I do.
Since about a month or so ago I have been living on my own, not even worrying about whatever it was that was out to get me. I'd moved from America to distance myself from my brother and was now living in Scotland. For years my brother and father had told me of our family, whom had hailed from Scotland. I was living in a small village known as Girvan, which held one of the most gruesome legends I'd have yet to hear. As a child my brother and father were always having me study different legends and folklore about different beasts and entities, I'd become proficient in studying mythology and even intrigued by the thought of that which cannot be described with science and common logic. A few weeks before I had moved to Scotland I had done some research on the area and found this to be the most interesting of all the Scottish and British folklore. The legend I'm speaking of is that of Sawney Bean. But that's a story for another time.
It was then that I had a major falling out with my big brother, leaving him on his own to hunt this beast from the Middle East called a Jinn. It was like a malevolent version of a Genie, having the ability to give you your greatest wish in exchange for knocking you out and drinking your blood, much like a modern vampire would. Although no stake through the heart can kill this being. You've got to have a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood in order to truly rid the world of the terrifying beast known as a Jinn. Even with vampires a stake through the heart won't do anything, they don't burst into flames in the sun, and a crucifix doesn't do anything against them. The only way to really kill a vampire is to cut its head off.
There are a lot of misunderstandings about supernatural beings in the modern world. Angels are real, but they aren't really angels. They're bigger dicks than demons! And demons are some real scuzzbags. While angels are completely lacking in individual thinking they are also God's perfect little soldiers. They do what he says, although none of them have ever actually seen him or heard from him. There are only a few select angels who get to see God and even then it's only every once in awhile that they get to see him. Other than having your major playing angels such as Gabriel, and Michael there are also these whole platoons that they call Garrisons of lower level angels. And each wing boy and girl is armed with this blade that's shaped like a triangular prism called an Arch Angel's blade. It's the only blade that can kill or even hurt an angel of any level.
Now, demons are a completely different story. You all may know Lucifer, the creator of demons. He was once an angel who fell from heaven, after trying to show God how bad of an idea human was. The apocalypse is supposed to be between Lucifer and Michael. The two opposing siblings, but again, another story for another time. Right now you need to learn about demons. There is one demon in particular that has constantly been a nuisance to my family. I don't exactly remember her name; I just know that she was always following Alan and dad around, no matter where they went. Evidently she was bent on taking my father's soul, which may have been why she was following us and why dad died the way he did. Now, back to demons. They're low-life, good-for-nothing, scumbags who will lie, cheat, hold grudges and back stab you as many times as they can. They take possession of a poor human and sometimes kill them all in order to get at what you love most. There have been a few instances in which my brother, father or I have been possessed. They committed these heinous acts as you sat idly by in your own head, unable to control your body. Sometimes they would make you kill people.
A few years back I had a boyfriend, he was the greatest thing ever. I loved him and was hoping he'd propose to me, but before that could happen this demon that has been following my family around got hold of me and made me kill him. I heard every bone snap in his body and felt his blood run down my hands. I had never wanted to do or witness something like that. She made me watch as she murdered the only man who had ever come to love me as I am. He had been a hunter, much like my father and brother while I, on the other hand, am a Woman of Letters. I don't go out and attack the monsters I'm primarily used for research on how to kill the beings and entities and I provide the clues as to where they might be and the patterns with which the beasts are accustomed.
Although I am trained well in combat I only use it when Alan would accidentally bring the beast home with him (which happened more often than not). We had a bunker somewhere in the middle of the United States that had everything a hunter or a Man (or Woman) of Letters would need: Alcohol, every book on mythology, folklore and spells alike, and weaponry. I left that to Alan, so he would be able to have somewhere to crash if something went terribly wrong or if he really needed to just read up on something. Even then he'd prefer to refer back to his little sister or to our father's own Man of Letters, Garth. Not Garth from Wayne's World, no. This Garth (even to this day) is a scrawny kind of guy with a big nose and big ears who doesn't really fit in with the rest of the hunters. He's got the biggest heart though. Always looking out for Alan and I when dad had something that was too much for either of us to handle.
Garth was there for us a little more than dad was. I mean yeah, dad was around a lot physically, but sometimes he just kinda felt distant. We could never talk to him about anything. He would never open up. Any time we needed to have someone to talk to we either talked to our uncle or we had to call up Garth. Not that either of them were much help at all. At least not to me. They would always say something like "Hang on Gen I've gotta help this guy with a Wendigo." Or "I'll talk to you tomorrow, I swear" They never took a chance to sit down and talk to me. After a while you kinda get used to being brushed aside. What was I talking about before I got all distracted? Right, the thing that's following me.
I don't know what it is! Truth be told, I'd never heard of something like this coming across the world with someone just for the sake of following them. It's behaving like a malevolent spirit but it really can not be a spirit. I don't have anyone who would want to follow me around or anything that may have been attached to someone.