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Chapter Two

The Circle We Have Made


"Only you could get into trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know."

-Edward Cullen


The day was unnaturally warm for a spring day, at least to me. Dean was jamming away to who knows what that I defined as mindless mullet rock that I barely cared for. At least, I barely cared because of the pounding headache and the flashes of a girl about my age, surrounded by ghosts, and nasty ones by the sight of it. She sat in a protective circle, with candles everywhere and she was saying some Latin or Greek incant while holding hands with someone, using a vice-like grip. Their foreheads met and her hair obscured my view of her face. I decided not to push the vision issue anymore and watched as we drove past the outskirts of Lawrence, Kansas. I was half hoping we'd drive by where our house used to be, but Dean skillfully drove the long way so he wouldn't have to see it.

I dozed off for a couple of hours until we reached the small Victorian town of Broken Branch. Broken Branch was not that far away from Lawrence, but the town was so small and so secluded by the lake that it was kind of hard to get to. When I woke up I found a spoon in my mouth. I pulled it out and glared at Dean. "Ha-ha, very funny. My sides hurt." I said sarcastically and threw the plastic spoon at my brother's head. We pulled up this old brick Victorian house that was three stories tall and like every other house on the block, and probably in the town, perfect. If I could live normally, without the demon blood or the hunting, I'd want to live in that house. I heard kids' laughter in the back yard and the bass of some stupid heavy metal song pounding up in the second story. Dean walked right through the open gate of the white picket fence and went up on the front porch. I jogged up behind him just as he rang the doorbell.


"DING-DONG!" God I have always hated our doorbell, it's too loud and it distracts me from my perfect world of vampires and werewolves and stupid human girls. I heard Cordelia yell that she'd get it but I was already sliding down the banister to the first floor. I had seen, in a vision, two men at the door and I eagerly had awaited their arrival for about a year now. Of course I had that vision while I slept and I also see magic unicorns that ride silver moonbeams and shoot rainbows out of their asses but, hey, that's just me…

Cordelia opened the door and I saw the funniest scene ever. Two guys, like in my vision dream, were at the door, but the taller one looked like he was going to kill the shorter one and the shorter one was just smiling away like a goof. The taller guy's hand was stuck to the wall. I glanced at the taller one's face and suddenly a vision came to me. "Cordelia!" I screeched before the massive headache involved kicked in and I collapsed.

Aunt Anna, Dad, and Mom's ghosts were surrounding me, chanting in a demonic language. It was dark and we were in the attic of our house, where I talk to Mom a lot. There were candles lit everywhere and I was in some sort of circle made with salt. I was grasping someone's hands and our foreheads were touching. Like in every vision, I was seeing things from the sidelines, a phantom in the big scheme of things. Everything was drowned out suddenly by the other person and my own breathing. I heard myself muttering in Latin. "You sure about this Blake?"

"As sure as the sun rises and sets." I said interrupting myself. "Blood to blood, heart to heart. I with gifts to thee impart, our visions shared as our blood is, and seal it all with this kiss." Suddenly I broke hands with the person, grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. He held me gently and kissed back. "You don't have to carry the burden by yourself anymore Sam." I whispered as we parted from the kiss. He had slender lines of crimson blood on his cheeks, and my shirt was dyed red where his hands had been.

"Neither do you." He said kissing me again. Suddenly the ghosts disappeared and my vision ended.

My eyes snapped open and I took in a deep breath. My lungs felt like they had shriveled up and my head felt like a Revolutionary War drum and the battle did not go in America's favor. I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. How long was I out?

"Oh god! Blake, you're awake!" Cordelia yelped in surprise and hugged me. "You stopped breathing for a few minutes. I was so worried." I shook her off me and sighed. When was Cordelia ever going to figure out I don't care about if she worries? She thinks that her worrying will make me stop being all Buffy(a.k.a. kick ass skills)-meets-Willow(a.k.a. freaky-weaky powers) and it won't! Earth to Cordelia, you're not my mother!

"Can I have a few minutes, I'm trying to understand my vision, and it's hazy, which doesn't exactly help."

"Oh, yeah sure! I have to make sure our Sam hasn't killed Sam and Dean." She said getting up and walking over to the door.

"Who and what?"

"Those guys that were at the door when you had your vision. They came because their Sam had a vision of you and some guy surrounded by Mom, Dad and Auntie. Babe, what was your vision about? You can tell me."

"It was about you staying out of my business. I'll handle the so called psychic and his friend." I said getting up. I looked down at myself and tried to remember what I was wearing in the vision… ''Stupid lamb' shirt and jeans, no shoes…' I thought to myself. I was wearing a Metallica shirt that I stole from Sam's ex, Crystal, and celestial Joe Boxer pajamas pants right now, so I was safe. I walked past the sister from hell and into Lucifer himself… my twin Sam.

Sam is my opposite in all things. He pumps iron all day while listening to heavy metal while I do gymnastics, read, and listen to Phantom of the Opera all day. The only way anyone could tell we are related was our features. We both had the same color of thick brown hair and our eyes were the same shade of clear blue. Our noses are the same only his face makes it look masculine and my face mine dainty and feminine. I slid past his ginormous body and ran to the stairs, taking my traditional banister ride down. Unfortunately my normal landing spot was occupied by Taller Guy. Great…