Chapter 1
A Sanders Sides fic in which the Sides are monster hunters. I own neither the characters, nor the idea of monster hunters. If you like the characters and you don't know the name Thomas Sanders, go check him out on YouTube. If you like the idea of monster hunters, check out "Supernatural" on Netflix, which is the TV show I stole it from. I hope you enjoy this piece. Please comment!
This chapter has some angst and loss so I'M SORRY MY BABIES.
Patton's POV
We had just gotten back from a failed attempt to sneak into a vampire den. They had taken over a block of small one-floored houses in Roxie, Mississippi after killing the families that lived there. We tried to sneak around the back, thinking that they wouldn't hear us. But they did. They must not have seen us, because they only sent 2 scouts to check it out.
"We should go. It's not worth it." I whispered nearly inaudibly to my best friend, Roman. But I don't think he heard me. His face was flushed and pale at the same time. He stared at the direction of the coming vampires as he gripped the handle of his silver blade until his knuckles turned white.
"Roman." I whispered urgently. He still didn't hear me. We heard the vampires coming closer and closer. I turned to run, but I didn't want to leave Roman. I was about to grab him when he suddenly charged towards the vampire scouts, blade raised, screaming.
"Roman!" I shouted before chasing after him. His shouting attracted the attention of the rest of the vampires so that, after we killed the scouts, there were more on their way. We eventually fought our way out, killing many vampires in the process. Still, we almost died. We jumped in the car and drove away, hoping that the vampires would consider chasing us to be too much work.
We drove back to the hotel where Logan, our third partner (my boyfriend), was, and parked. Roman stomped into the room, muttered something about taking a shower, and slammed the bathroom door behind him. I jumped at the sound. Logan, apparently unfazed, looked up from the computer that he was doing research on, and adjusted his glasses. He seemed a little concerned at the sight of me covered in vampire blood.
"Patton…? What happened? Is everything quite alright?" he asked, standing up.
"Hey, Lo...yeah, I'm fine. We're fine." I said. I explained to him what had happened and he just sighed.
"I told you that we shouldn't have taken this job. It wasn't wise, considering Roman's extensive history with vampires…" he scolded.
"I know, I know, Logan. You were right. I just…" I said sharply. I exhaled and rubbed my face.
"It's been a long night, Logan." I said, apologizing for being cross. His expression softened.
"Of course, love." he guided me to sit on our bed, which was opposite Roman's, and sat next to me.
"You're not hurt, are you?" he asked. I shook my head. He kissed my cheek gently. I looked up, a little surprised at the sudden romantic gesture.
"I'm glad you're safe, Patton." he said with a half-smile on his face. I smiled back at him and was about to lean in for a kiss when Roman burst out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, refreshed.
"Okay, lovebirds. Break it up. Pat, you should shower. And when you're done, we're going to discuss our next move." Roman said, a little too loudly. I nodded and headed to the steamy washroom.
Roman's POV
"A hundred? That's impossible." Logan declared, incredulously. I nodded to demonstrate how serious I was.
"There were definitely a hundred. Or more." I repeated. Logan looked at Patton for clarification.
"Hey, don't look at me! I was too busy running for my life to count the number of vamps chasing me!" Patton said, jokingly.
"How many times do I have to apologize? I said I was sorry! Besides if not for me, then you would have been vamp chow by now!" I reminded him.
"Just...focus, please." Logan reminded us. I huffed but turned my attention back to him.
"I haven't seen a vampire gathering this large since...since…" Logan trailed off, but I knew what he was thinking about.
I've only been hunting with Logan and Patton for about 3 years. The first time I met them was my 19th birthday. That was the day my entire family was killed by vampires. I remember it vividly. It was during summer break, which meant that my oldest sister, Julie, was home from boarding school. Everyone came home for my birthday. My parents, Julie, Marco (my older brother), and my baby sister Chrissy were all there. My mom was about to bring out the cake from the kitchen when we all heard a crash like a window breaking followed by a bloodcurdling scream. My dad dropped the plates he was holding and ran to the kitchen with Julie, who handed Chrissy to Marco. I turned to run away, but a scream and a horrible cracking sound stopped me in my tracks. Marco, who had turned deathly pale, was staring at the gap under the kitchen door. I looked closely. It was a small trickle of blood coming from something on the other side of the door. I felt sick to my stomach. Marco handed me Chrissy and looked me in the eye before telling me to go and picking up a broken shard of a plate and running into the kitchen. I was frozen. I probably would have stood there for years if Chrissy, who didn't know what was happening, hadn't started crying. I had to get her out. So I bolted out the front door. I heard shouting and running footsteps behind me, but I didn't look back. Just then, something hard hit me from behind and knocked me down. I twisted at the last minute to prevent myself from landing on Chrissy, who I was holding tightly against my chest. I looked to see what had hit me and I saw two huge men in leather grinning at me.
"Well, well. Look what we have here." one of them said. He leaned down and snatched Chrissy so quickly that I didn't have time to react.
"Hey!" I shouted and tried to sit up, but the one closest to me stepped on my chest, knocking me back down. His friend grabbed Chrissy and ran back to the house.
"Hey, hey, calm down big guy. We're just taking the little one to where Mommy and Daddy are." he said, and grinned unsettlingly. I glared at him and tried to shove his foot off of me, but he was too strong.
"And as for you…" his hand was reaching for my throat when suddenly, blood splattered my face. I wiped my eyes and sat up. The man whose foot was on top of me was now on the grass, his head a foot away from the rest of his body. I looked up. There was a tall man with light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and round glasses holding a bloody blade.
"Go start the car! There are at least seventy more coming, Logan!" he called to another man with dark brown hair and eyes and rectangular glasses. I didn't say anything, still in shock.
"Hey there, kiddo. I'm Patton. You okay?" the guy with the round glasses asked me. Eventually, they finished off the vamp den and I convinced them to let me hang around with them. They taught me how to protect myself and hunt monsters.
"Roman? Roman!" Patton called.
"Huh...yeah Pat?" I tried to clear my head of the disturbing memories.
"Are you alright? You seem to be...dazed." Logan said, with a sad and knowing look in his eye. He knew I was remembering my 19th birthday.
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm great, Specs." I tried to lighten the mood by teasing Logan. He didn't look convinced.
"Look, I'm just tired. It's been a long day. We can finish planning in the morning, okay? I'm going to get some rest." I lied. Logan looked like he was about to press further, but Patton put a hand on his shoulder and wished me sweet dreams. Patton. What would I do without him?