Chapter 2:

I had successfully defeated the vampires with only a few bruises on my body. I would get better with a little practice.

"That was amazing last night!" My sister was all piped up by the excitement of killing things. "That was cool how when you stuck that wooden stick into the vampires, they turned into dust! When are we going to do that again?"

"Okay, first of all, that wooden stick is called a stake. And second, what do you mean by we? We're not going anywhere near vampires. However, I am! This is my job, not yours!"

"Job?"

"Yeah, job. You know, I'm chosen to fight the demons from hell. I'm not any ordinary human. Well, actually I am, but considering how I've been training to fight hell-hogs–" demons "– my whole freaking life, that pretty much makes me a superhuman. And plus the fact that our so called 'parents' used to experiment with our DNA, which I told you about the other day, pretty much also makes me a super human. And you're not, air-go you are not coming with!" Yes, that's right folks, experimented with our (more like my) DNA. You see, at a very young age our parents experimented on all of us, or so they said, and they turned me into a demon-slaying freak with super-strength and all of those other 'powers' that some in handy fighting demons. So far there is no evidence that they experimented on Izzy or our brother.

"But–"

"No buts! I don't want you getting hurt!"

"Fine!"

My sister kinda sorta had a hard time grasping the concept of NO with a capital N and a capital O!

"OK. I just don't want you getting hurt. What I do isn't all fun and games. It's serious and takes hard work and dedication. If I mess up, just a little, itty bitty, teensy weensy bit, someone could get hurt, and possibly killed," She winced at my seriousness. Good. FEAR ME! "And it would be my fault." I heard the door to my room open and Izzy and I both turned around to face whoever was intruding. My hands, by instinct, curled up into tight fists, ready to fight if the stranger was a threat.

"Lexi! Izzy!" My brother Shaun came bursting into the room. His squeaky voice filled the walls and made the slightest echo. I missed him and all, but I was already annoyed at how squeaky his voice still was. Was his voice ever going to get any deeper? I hope so.

"Shaun!" Izzy and I both practically cried with tears of joy. Fourtunatly, Shaun does not know about the little experiments that our parents did on us, so he trusted them fully. He had finally gotten back from his year-and-a-half long experience with my parents (Ugh!) in their home in Spain. No. My parents are not Spanish. Truthfully I don't know what they are. No, scratch that. I do. They're an evil bitch couple who got together and had three children, experimented on them, then left them so that they could go drink and do dirty stuff while their children sat at home, played board games, and ate cereal. And when the oldest (me) was fourteen they then decided to move to Spain and leave their no good, genetically enhanced, kids behind. I had to take care of my sister and my brother for four years while my parents had a good-ole' time in Spain. God. They were such assholes!

"Shaun? What are you doing back?" I asked. I must've had a questioning look on my face because he acted as if he already knew my question. "You were supposed to be there another six months…"

"Oh!" He said a little too soon. "I just wanted to see you guys." He smiled a smile so wide it looked like it was going from one ear to the other. Like those crazy psychopath clowns with too-big mouths and red noses. It's not like I don't trust my brother or anything, but I got this weird feeling in my gut. Something was wrong; I just couldn't put my finger on it. I knew it was right under my nose, but I guess my nose was a little stuffy because I had no idea.

Izzy's high pitch squeak-of-a-voice interrupted my thoughts. "Oh! We're so glad you're back! I've missed you so much!" I saw a tear float down her cheek and spiral down to the floor. It left a small dot of salty water on the oak wood. "Give me a hug you rascal!" She walked towards Shaun with her arms outward to give him a bear hug. He took two steps back and put his hands up defensively.

"No thanks. I'm good…" He hesitated. "Not that I don't want a hug or anything, but I have a bruise on my ribs from…" he hesitated again, "skateboarding. Sorry!"

I could tell he was lying. Every time he was lying he would stroke a hand through his mocha colored hair, look down at the floor, put his hands in his pockets, and rock back on his heels. This was one of those times.

"How are they doing?" I asked, trying to look concerned. He saw through my fake I-don't-really-care-how-the-fuck-they-are look. He knew I was talking about my parents. In my house, they are normally referred to as 'they' as in 'evil bitches from hell'.

"Oh, good. Yeah…they're…" he hesitated, "good."

"Good!" Izzy was so happy she was poo-less. She jumped up and down and made little claps with her hands. The charm bracelet on her hands jingled. I could just make out the little carved heart that had her full name, Isabelle, written in the center of the heart with diamonds.

"Hey, Shaun," I smiled one of my fake, innocent smiles, and Shaun looked at me. His ice blue eyes seemed to look deep, down, into my soul. To places I haven't even been, let alone he should have been. I knew he couldn't read minds. He's just an ordinary teenage boy. Not a grim-lock or warlock or something. Or was he? "Why don't you take some sheets and make your bed in your room. The sheets are clean and in the washer. You remember where that is right?"

"Yeah, I haven't been gone that long!" He gave me a cocky don't-tell-me-what-to-do look and walked out of the room. But before he turned around I swear I saw his eyes glaze over a dark maroon shade. Just for a second. There were only two reasonable explanations for that. One, Shaun was, in fact, experimented on. Or two, he was evil. And that was definitely not good!