Chapter 1: Shocking Family History and Fear of the Dark

WARNING: This story is "M" rated. This story will have an Ethan/Benny pairing. This story's plot is already decided. Sorry to all the haters out there.

AN: Well, here's Chapter One of 'Hidden in the Blackness' XD I hope you (whoever's reading this) likes it. I should have more MBSAV stories up, but I don't know how soon. This is a SLASH story peeps. So, please, don't hate and just GTFO if ya don't like. Sorry if I disappointed anyone. As for my other stories, I have serious writers block guys :/ sowwie, but I'll try to have more up soon

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"Ughhh, come on Benny!" Ethan whined and looked glumly out the foggy window into the woods. Benny was already shoving his jacket on and heading out the door.

"No, you come on, Ethan, I have to find the arrow I lost yesterday, or grandma will kill me." He poked his head back in, worry in his eyes. "Then she'll revive me, and kill me again!"

"Benny!" Ethan called after his best friend as he headed towards the trees behind his house. "UGH." he quickly searched for a sweater or coat, but decided against it as Benny was disappearing from sight already, into the thick of the woods. He ran outside in just his shirt and was met with wet, cool air, making him shiver.

"Benny! Wait up!" he ran after the taller boy. He noticed he had a messenger bag strapped to his side, and briefly wondered why.

"Dude! I have to find that wooden silver arrow." He let out a throaty whine. "I didn't mean to fire that crossbow, dang it!" he fell to his knees and searched frantically along the ground, sweeping his hands through the grass and twigs. "Gotta find it, gotta find it, gotta find it…" he would mutter about every ten seconds. "Grandma's so gonna kill me." He glanced at Ethan, a crazy look in his dark eyes. "She'll gut me then sew me back into it!"

"Benny, its okay." Ethan said, alarmed as Benny began tugging on his glistening dark curls. It had started to drizzle, and the air was tinted whitish with mist. "We'll find the arrow, okay? Don't freak yourself out, you're gonna freak me out."

After a while, Benny's breathing slowed to relatively normal, if not a little strained and he slumped against Ethan. "Okay…" He took a deep, calming breath. "Okay."

Ethan, who had thrown one arm around Benny to steady him, let him go, and rubbed his slippery arms. "If you don't mind me asking, what's so important about this silver arrow anyway?" Ethan asked as he began to search the ground about a yard from Benny.

"The arrow…well it's a heirloom really. One of my Great Uncles….Samuel I think, was a werewolf…like a real werewolf apparently." He looked at the shorter brunet, who wore a disbelieving look. "Like I said, apparently, I'm not too sure I believe it myself. Anyway, that wooden silver arrow had supposedly killed him…that very one. It's been in the family for generations." Benny explained as he began crawling around the wet grass, soaking his pants legs.

"Why would your family want to keep your Great Uncle's murder weapon?" Ethan asked, kind of appalled at the idea.

"My Aunt Rebecca was there when he was shot…she was a spellmaster too. She vowed that one day Samuel's murderer would be killed with the wooden-silver arrow, like he was." Benny answered easily.

"Why do you keep saying 'wooden silver' arrow?" Ethan asked, confused and kind of irritated at himself for being so slow.

"The arrow isn't just one solid metal or material, its half wood and half silver. It was specifically designed to kill vampires and werewolves. White Ash wood and untainted silver were woven into an arrow for a crossbow…one of few ultimate weapons against the supernatural." Benny shuddered. "And it gets worse."

"How could that get any worse than it already is?" Ethan asked, and saw anger in Benny's eyes. Benny bit his lip.

"Samuel's killer was Jesse." Ethan wasn't processing what he was hearing. Weather it was from the cold or the thought of Jesse killing his best friends' great uncle, Ethan didn't know. "And now I lost it." He said, and threw down his messenger bag angrily.

"It's not your fault, you said it was an accident." Ethan finally forced out, trying to comfort his best friend.

"It doesn't change the fact that I'm the reason it's gone." Benny said with a sad look on his face and in his eyes. Ethan also heard shame and embarrassment seeping into his voice as he went on. "I'm such a disappointment. I'm stupid. I can never do anything the right way." He drew his knees to his chest. When he spoke again his voice broke slightly.

"I screw everything up…"

Ethan frowned, and plopped down next to his sulky friend. He put an arm around Benny comfortingly, yet a little awkwardly. He wasn't used to this kind of thing.

"You don't mess everything up Benny. You make everything better for me. You've always been there for me, even when things got really rough." He shook Benny's shoulders a little. "I'm gonna be here for you, okay? We'll find it, and everything'll be okay." Ethan did his best to reassure him.

After a minute or two, Benny calmed down, and thanked Ethan, giving him a one-armed hug. Though the hug was awkward, it was warm and comforting to both boys. Then they pulled back, and grinned at each other. Best friends.

(That Night, 11:17pm)

Ethan walked briskly into the cold, thick air of the woods for the second time that day, and flicked on his flashlight."It's gotta be around here somewhere." He muttered to himself, and bent over to inspect the ground around him. He ran his fingers through the leaves fluttering on the ground and through thick patches of grass and weeds.

There was hardly any light besides the flashlight in his hand. There was a streetlight in the front of his house, bathing the front yard and shed in an orangish glow, and a light on his back porch, illuminating the back of his house and the steps.

Still, it was cloudy out, foggy even, and Ethan wondered why the light didn't reflect off of the clouds as it normally did. It made things even harder for him to see. 'Could this get any creepier?' He thought, slouching over and began searching again. As if on cue, the orange tinted streetlight shut off, and the darkness suddenly fell darker. He looked disbelievingly at the now black street and at the back of his house.

"No," he muttered, frightened and incredulous as his backyard and house was thrust into darkness. Clink. The yard light had burned out. Ethan was frozen in fear. He panicked, because really, what else could he do? His body involuntarily jerked towards the direction of his house, but he forced himself to stop. It took all his will power not to bolt for his house, screaming bloody murder.

He let himself sink to the ground with shaky legs, bumping into a tree, and having to muffle a shriek. He was just freaking himself out more.

'Benny's out here.' He thought, trying to self sooth, and the thought did bring him a little comfort. 'If Benny's out here in this blackness, I can be too.' Then he pulled himself up and it suddenly seemed like the most difficult task in the world. He stumbled farther into the woods, his small flashlight guiding him, literally nowhere. He was looking for the silver arrow.

Ethan didn't know how far he went, but it felt like he'd been walking for at the very, very least, a half an hour, maybe forty five minutes. The whole time he shook with chills and fear. It had started to rain, and Ethan cursed himself for not wearing his raincoat, which he had originally planned.

Instead, he wore a hoodie, a loose red shirt, grey sweatpants, and sneakers. 'Is this attire you would wear in the woods?' he thought, stressed. His shoes-no everything he was wearing was soaked through with rainwater. All the extra weight was slowing him down, and making the search more difficult, and a lot more tiring,

He moaned, and slouched over on the ground. It had been about fifteen minutes since his last talk with Benny, who was about a mile away from him, and deeper into the woods, since he'd gotten an early start.

'I'm never gonna find that arrow!' he whined mentally.

'It's not all bad.' Another part of his conscience argued.

'Who am I kidding? Everything is all bad! Can it get any worse?' Ethan pulled himself off the ground with a grunt.

'At least I'm not afraid of the dark anymore.' He thought triumphantly. 'Ha! I got over it!' His foot caught on a root sticking out of the ground, and he fell. As he tripped in a struggle to regain his balance, his arms flailed and his flashlight smacked against a tree, creating a dull metallic 'clank'.

He heard the thing bust, and saw a flash of silver in the newly returned darkness, as the batteries flew out. Where? Ethan didn't know. 'Oh god.' Ethan thought, his fears of the darkness returning full force. 'Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.' Ethan told himself over and over, trying not to have a panic attack. His fingers closed over a battery near him.

His hands flew over the ground, desperately trying to find any hint of the smoothness and hardness of the other battery. 'Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't-'

CRACK.

'I'm gonna DIE!' Ethan mentally screamed, and dropped the battery, to clamp his hands over his mouth. 'What was that?' He stood up, faster than he ever had before, and swung around frantically, trying to see what had made that noise.

He was sure he heard a branch snap. He was very sure it was a big branch. He couldn't tell where it had come from, but he knew it was close.

A deep, throaty growl sounded from somewhere in front of him. Ethan couldn't move. Images flashed through his mind, terrible, nightmarish images, that nearly caused him to scream. Flesh-eating zombies. Hellhounds. Monsters from the pits of hell. Bat-like creatures. Every monster from every horror movie he' ever seen. Mythical but living creatures. Lizard-men. Earthborn. Kitsune. Shapeshifters. Dragons. Hybrids. Giants. Trolls.

He shook in his sneakers, unable to decide which frightened him more at that moment. His hand went to his hoodie pocket, closing not-so-reassuringly around his cell phone. As he turned back and forth, he saw a flash of green. He whirled to where he'd seen it, but only had enough time to see to glowing orbs disappear.

He knew someone was there. Someone or something. He could feel it. It was powerful, and the wet air seemed thicker, seemed to vibrate. He leaned closer, squinting in the blackness and mist. His fingers ghosted over the speed dial #1 button. Benny, who was possibly the only one who could bring any sort of comfort to him right then.

The orbs appeared again, about two yards away from where Ethan was standing, glowing a toxic, radiating green. It took Ethan a few seconds to realize they weren't orbs…they were circles. A moment later he realized they were eyes. Below the eyes, he saw something white enough to shine even in the darkness.

Teeth.

This was Ethan's undoing. He dropped his cell phone, and ran like hell in the opposite direction, unknowingly deeper into the woods. The night-cloaked figure grinned and set off in a steady pace, following Ethan.

'He'll tire soon enough' the unknown thought, grinning.

Unheard by Ethan, already a quarter of a mile away, his cell phone rang, lying in the damp grass. Ethan didn't hear how grandma Weir had found Benny's bed empty during the night, and used a location spell to find him. Ethan didn't hear Benny when he said they should call it a night, and he would see him the next day.

Ethan tumbled down a hill, getting tangled in various plants and weeds. His eyes widened as a dark shape dropped in front of him, approaching slowly. Before he passed out of fear and exhaustion, Ethan could've sworn he seen an outline of a big fluffy tail wagging back and forth, and big, furry ears against the sky, lit by white lightning.

AN: What'd ya think? XD I personally think this is a kick-ass first chapter. Lol what'd you think? This story WILL continue even if I get crap reviews or none at all. Byezz