Chapter Two: The Twins
"On to the fun part," Lance said sarcastically as he got into his 12 year old never-been-washed Ford. He had just learned where the bones of the angry spirit Jordan had been buried. "After I torch the bones, it's off to Baltimore," he muttered to himself.
After about fifteen minutes of driving, Lance finally gets to Jordan's grave. It had be a long and tiring day for Lance. He did not want to dig up some old mans grave but he didn't have any other choice. Now that the bones were at his feet, he did what any other Hunter like him would do: torch the bones. With the snap of his fingers, he lit the bones on fire. 10 seconds later Lance snapped his fingers again and the flames died, leaving nothing except the slightly burnt grass.
On his way to Baltimore, Lance thought back to the day when he first discovered his powers...
It was about 14 years ago, in 5th grade, Lance was trying to prepare himself for his weekly round with the neighborhood bullies. Lance had to walk home every Friday from school because his older brother, Brian, had the day time shift at work. Brian, age 23 at the time, was pretty much Lances father ever sence their parents died in a car crash 6 years earlier. Brian had been looking for a job where he can be there for his brother more, but a high school dropout doesn't exactly give you that many options.
Not having another way to get home, Lance always took the same route which took him right pass John's house.
John and his friends always waited for Lance. And when he did show, they used him like a punching bag.
Today though, Lance was done with it. He was going to fight back. Of course that attitude only lasted for about 8 seconds till he was on the ground. As John was kicking him, all Lance could think about was telling them to stop. Usually saying that only makes them even more angry, but it was almost like someone else was inside him when he finally yelled "Stop!"
Lance, knowing it probably wouldn't work, just layed there, waiting. Once he noticed the kicking had ceased, he looked up. There John was, in mid kick position but not moving. Lance looked around noticing the other boys in the exact same frozen state. Lance, realizing he had the his opportunity to strike, rose his fist and...
CRASH!
Since, he hadn't been paying attention to the road, Lance crashed his Ford into a midnight blue Jetta, trying to turn on to the street.
Lance glanced down at himself, assessing for injuries. He was not to injured. He let out a sigh of relief, and exited the car to check on the others. "Do me a favor and don't be dead," Lance said has he went to go check on the strangers he just hit.
He did a quick check and saw that there were only two boys, both out cold. Lance leaned in the shattered driver's side window and checked for the pulse of the driver, then did the same with the passenger. "Good, they're still breathing," he said to himself with relief laced thickly in his voice. "Alright let's get you two to a hospital." Lance put a hand on each of them and in a blink of an eye, they were in front of the nearest hospital.
Lance would've healed them himself but he could only do so much before passing out from exhaustion. Then it would take him a week to fully recover.
The two boys were in a coma for 5 months.
Lance never left them to make sure they would live. He had never killed a human being and he didn't plan on doing it now either.
Each day Lance healed them little by little but their condition kept getting worse.
Finally, Lance had build up enough energy to heal them both completely.
That's when they woke up.
Lance apologized for hitting them and explained everything that had happened since that day. They were skeptical about his abilities, but after a few demonstrations, they believed him.
They introduced themselves as the twins Pollux and Castor: Demon Hunters, like Lance.
"So why were you on your way to Baltimore?" One of the twins -Pollux, Lance had learned- asked.
"I heard some hunters named Sam and Dean were in trouble. I was going to help," Lance replied.
"That's why we were headed that way too," said Castor, Pollux's brother.
"Well they're long gone now," Lance sighed. He pulled out his phone and saw a notification on it reminding him...
"However," he began again. "There is a new case that I could use y'alls help in. There's a nest of vamps near here. I'd take it myself but I'm not exactly in perfect condi-"
"Sorry," Pollux interrupted, "but we need to find our sister. She's probably worried sick." Pollux pulled on his jacket and motioned to his brother Castor, who too spurred into action.
"Please," Lance begged. "this is a really big one and I'm out of juice." Lance normally would never ask for help but he knew he would die if he didn't have back-up.
"The man said no," Castor said firmly. His eyes were dark and stormy -an obvious 'This topic is over.'
"What if I used my powers to protect your sister? And I fix y'alls car." Lance was very desperate at this point.
"And how exactly would u do that?" Castor asked, his tone dangerous.
"A spell. I know a spell that only works with families. If one family member is lost, his/her senses are heightened 75% until they are reunited with their family," Lance explained quickly.
Pollux pulled his brother aside and they talked about it for a while. It was obviously they were still going to say 'No' to Lance, so he used what little energy he had to influence their minds just a little. Luckily for him it was just enough.
"Fine," Pollux finally said. "We'll help you, but only if you help us find her afterwards. Deal?"
"Deal."
Lance had learned that the vamps send small groups to patrol the area where the nest was.
The three hunters separated and began to take them down one by one. At first it was working fine. Lance had killed off two, Pollux ganked another two, but Castor was still playing with his first one.
"What's the matter? Handle a little dead man's blood? Why don't you walk it off?" Castor sliced off the vampire's legs and the vamp went down with a howl. Castor kicked the dead body, smiling to himself.
Then he heard someone talking. First it was faint, then it got closer and closer.
"You like to play games? Well I do too!"
Castor turned and saw the vamp just as he swung his arm at him. Castor was able to get out a scream right before he was knocked out. "You messed with the wrong family, buster," Castor heard before he fell completely unconscious.
Pollux heard his brother's cry and ran towards the sound. Just as he got to the scene, two more vamps had shown up to take care of him. Pollux, fighting to get away, called for Lance. Pollux struggled with the vampires, slashing where he could. But he was outnumbered and caught by surprise. It didn't take long for him to go under.
Lance had just finished his part of the group when he heard Pollux scream. He ran for Pollux but was attacked by the same two vamps that got Pollux. Lance tried to dodge the vampires, but they refused to let him by. He only caught glimpses of Pollux and Castor being dragged away by another, older looking vampire and three others with him. Lance, in desperation and frustration, used his powers to take out the last of the vampires.
Lance slumped to the floor, his head in his hands, thinking frantically of a plan to save his new comrades.
An angry hiss caught his attention and Lance whirled at the sound. He caught the vampire in the stomach with his dagger. The vampire wend down quickly. Lance got a fist full of the final vampire's shirt and demanded the location of the twins.
The vampire grinned wickedly, blood dripping down his chin. "You'll never find them," he taunted. He cackled evilly.
"Where are they?!" Lance screamed. "What have you done with them?!"
"Oh, they're alive," the vampire told him. "But you'll never find them before they Turn."
Lance, now enraged, twisted the knife and the vampire went silent. All were dead except the leader and three that went with him. Who knows where they were now with Pollux and Castor?
Two months later, one discovery changed everythin
