Dave

You've always been able to see these...creatures. These large, disgusting, ugly creatures. It's different every time you see them. You have no idea what they are. Sometimes they see you too and they come after you. You always run when that happens, or your brother pulls you away. Ever since you were little you saw them. Even now at age sixteen, you still see them. Your brother sees them too. He doesn't like to talk about it though. He seems more frightened by them than you are. Maybe he knows what they are. You can remember when you were young you used to see them everywhere. You can remember these people dressed in black would come and fight them. You used to stare in wonder at these people. They were so brave, they fought those giant creatures with swords and arrows and other hand held weapons. You would stare until your brother or foster parent pulled you away. Then it died down. You only saw them a few times throughout the years. You thought that maybe they disappeared. You thought maybe you were crazy. But no, bro saw them too. And recently, you've seen them a lot. The same as when you were little. You were never scared of them, even now they fascinate you more than anything. Your brother Dirk is the one who seems scared of them. He refers to them as demons.

Dirk's three years older than you, just barely nineteen. He takes care of you since, in his eyes, your still a baby. It annoys you so fucking much. You're sixteen god damn it. Before he turned eighteen you both lived in foster homes. It was a miracle that they didn't split you up. Well actually they did when you were ten. Dirk threw the worlds biggest tantrum about it. In the end they had no choice but to keep you guys together. Even when you were in a foster home he still took care of you, ever since you could remember. Your foster parents weren't always very nice. There were some who would hit you both, Dirk would do his best to protect you. He would get the worst of it. He was always the one who would take care of your cuts and scrapes, comfort you when you had nightmares, give you advice, help you out in school. He did everything for you. You couldn't ask for a better brother.

You don't know where your parents are. Dirk says you were only three when they left. You don't remember them but he does, though he doesn't like talking about them. The only thing you know about them is their names. Dean and Dani. Dean, Dani, Dirk, and Dave. It's odd, most people don't choose a system to name their kids by, but your parents did. Four letters, beginning with D. Actually, bro says your full name is David. At least, that's what it say on your birth certificate. It's still a mystery to you why they would name you that but it doesn't really matter anyways you suppose. Nobody ever called you David anyways. You hated it. It was always Dave and you'd like to keep it that way.

You sigh quietly, staring up at the ceiling in your room. You had been up for a few hours now but the motivation to actually get up just wasn't there. Usually your brother would mostly leave you alone when you didn't get up but today was obviously not one of those days. Your door opens and you don't have to look to know it was bro. Suddenly there was green smuppet ass launched directly at your face.

"Get up dude, we got shit to do today." You groan and grab the plushie, throwing it back at your brother. He just chuckles and catches it easily.

"What do we have to do today?" You sigh and sit up, running a hand through your hair. Your brother flicks your light on and you blink from the sudden brightness. You're red eyes are really sensitive without your sunglasses. Dirk was already wearing his shades, his were like anime glasses though. Pointed up at the edges. Yours were just regular glasses.

"Grocery shopping and you have a doctors appointment today."

You groan and throw the blankets off you. Right. The doctors appointment. You hated those things, even though it was just a check up. Dirk grabs the door and turns to leave.

"Get dressed and meet me down stairs. I don't feel like waiting all day for you." And he was gone. You just roll your eyes and drag yourself out of your comfy bed. Wow, mornings were defiantly not your thing. You move sluggishly slow, gathering your clothing and pulling them on before trudging to the bathroom. You do your best to fix your blonde hair before looking at yourself in the full length mirror. Your hair was still kinda messy but you guess it's alright. Your brothers hair is the same color as yours, light blonde. But he almost always spiked it up in the back. Again, an anime reference. At least, that what you thought. But it did look good on him.

That's probably why he had people after him left and right, always asking for his number. Though he never gave it out. You feel kind of bad, you know he doesn't get romantically involved with anyone because he's too busy taking care of you. However, he was the best when it came to flirting. He would flirt with people all the time but you knew him well enough that he just did it to keep up an image. He wasn't actually interested in any of the people he flirts with.

You had carelessly thrown on a plain red t-shirt and black jeans along with your red sneakers. You grab your shades and slip them on, you would never be seen in public without them. Not with your mutated eye color. Your brothers eyes were a lot easier to pass off as a light hazel color. But if you actually looked at them, it was obvious they were orange. The shades for both of you also serve as a way to look emotionless. Dirk had always looked like that, emotionless and stoic. Like he had no feelings. You know now that he only did that to keep you from what was really going on. He didn't want you to ever see him upset or seem like weak.

You obviously had just taken after him like any other child does. And you adopted his stoic expression. Mainly it was because you've always looked up to him. Even if he's only three years older than you. He was always stronger, always better at things. And you always wanted to be that. He was a very secretive person, and in turn, so were you. There was nothing wither of you did better than hide things.

That and your sword fighting skills. Dirk had started to learn how to sword fight before you were born. You think dad used to teach him. He taught you too and now considered you a worth while fighting partner. You took great pride in that. You had been interested in sword fighting ever since you saw that guy dressed in black fighting one of those creatures with one. He did it so elegantly, like he was dancing almost, even while grasping a large, heavy looking sword. Your brother was the same way and you tried to copy his movements. But most of the time your movements are tight and jerky, not at all elegant.

You figure you've spent enough time staring at your reflection in the mirror so you leave the bathroom and head down stairs where your brother was waiting.

"Took you long enough. I though you had fallen back asleep." He tosses you your sweat shirt and you shrug it on.

"Lets just go, I want to get this over with already." Dirk nods and you follow him out the door and to his car.

First it's grocery shopping. You hate doing it but bro makes you come with him. Mostly because if you don't then you'll complain about him not buying the right stuff. After you guys go back home to put all the stuff away and then he drives you to the doctors. You're sixteen and you are able to drive. But you don't have license yet and you're just to lazy to get one. That and bro loves his car and would never in a million years let you drive it and you don't have enough money saved to buy your own.

You go to the doctors and get your routine check up. Your 5'8'', 147 pounds, and you get your arm pricked with a needle. How exciting. You can't believe bro pays for these appointments. In your opinion, you should only go to the doctors when there's something wrong. But bro thinks other wise to you have to go.

As you walk out of the doctors office, complaining to bro about hating your creepy doctor and his clod hands, you see something out of the corner of your eye. You turn your head and almost freeze where you stand. You hadn't seen one for almost a year.

Across the busy street you could see this giant...maggot type creature, just more horrifying. It was white and didn't appear to have any eyes. Their mouth looked full of long spike-like teeth and they had three legs on each side of their body that they were scurry on, like a centipede almost.

You must have stopped walking cause your bro turned around.

"Dave what are you loo-" He stops mid-sentence and you don't even have to look to know he sees what you do too. You swear you can hear him mutter 'Drevak' but you can't really tell, your eyes are now glued to the person clad in black, standing a top the building this creature was standing in front of.

Your brother grabs your arm and tugs on it.

"Dave lets go." You shake your head and pull your arm out of his grip but he just grabs it again, trying to pull you forward.

"David now." His voice was stern and he used your full name, something he only did when he was dead serious or angry. But still you just rip your arm from his grip. He was about to reach for you again but suddenly the figure on the building was falling and you tense up, expecting them to hit the ground hard but instead, they land soundlessly on their feet right behind the creature. Despite the lack of noise the creature seems to sense the person behind it and it quickly reacts, turning and basically lunging at that. You see one small flash of silver and the creature, maggot-thing is gone. But the person is still there. You can tell what the flash of silver is now. It was a small dagger like thing, glowing silver in his hand. However the blade is soon gone, tucked away into whatever pocket or pouch they shoved it into.

You look up from their hand to their face and you freeze, seeing them staring right at you. None of the others you had seen had ever looked at you. You can now tell that it's a guy, staring back at you and you don't look away. Your bother had stopped tugging on your arm and you guessed that he was staring too.

The guy – he can't be any older then you – narrows his eyes at you and starts walking across the street. Other people didn't seem to see him and they obviously didn't see that "demon", as your brother says. The guy dodges people who seem to just want to walk right into him, like he was invisible. Soon he makes it across the street, his gaze never leaving you. You hear your brother mutter profanity under his breath and the guy stops in from of you.

He was taller than you, probably six feet and his eyes were unusually colored, one red one blue. He was wearing black shoes and pants that looked like skinny jeans but they were obviously not jeans, along with a closely fit black shirt and what looked like a leather jacket. All black head to toe. But what skin you could see, was covered in black shapes, swirls and stuff.

He just stares at you for the longest time and you can feel your brother go stiff beside you. Soon he reaches out slowly and just flicks your nose. You pull your head back and make a face.

"What the hell was that for?" The guy takes a step back and looks at your brother before flicking his nose too, getting the same reaction out of him. It's a few seconds before he speaks.

"How can you see me?" He has an audible lisp in his voice, probably because of his fang like canines that got in the way of his speaking.

"What do you mean how can I see you? You're standing right in front of me. How come those people didn't see you? Or that creature thing you just killed?" He raises an eyebrow at you and looks at your brother, you do the same, turning to him. You realize his face is pale but he still had that emotionless expression. The guy steps in front of your brother, despite him obviously being younger, he stood the same height at Dirk.

"What are you?" That was a seriosuly odd question. What are you? What is there you guys could be. He looks over Dirk and then you when your brother doesn't respond.

"You're not Mundanes...not Warlocks as far as I can tell...not Vampires..you're not reacting to the light...not Faeries...Werwolves? Maybe. Shadow Hunters? ...it's possible. So tell me, what are you?" Dirk sighs and you just stare, completely confused. Warlocks, Vampires, Faeries, Werwolves? What was this some cheesy 1930's horror movie? Come on. And what even were Mundanes and Shadow hunters?

"Shadow Hunters." You brother responds after a second and you furrow your eyebrows.

"What the hell is a shadow hunter?" They both ignore you completely and continue staring at each other.

"You don't look like a Shadow Hunter."

"We're technically not."

"You haven't drank from the Mortal Cup?"

"No."

"Then how can you call yourself a Shadow Hunter?"

"My father."

"Your father was one?"

"Yes."

"Who is he and why haven't you been training at the institute?"

"Dean Strider and because I didn't want to." The guy visibly freezes and looks back and forth from you and your brother before sighing.

"I should have known...Come with me." He turn to walk away, expecting you to follow but your brother shakes his head.

"No." He turns around again and raises an eyebrow.

"No? I don't think you understand. I'm not asking i'm telling. You are a shadow hunter with established family members that have drank from the Mortal Cup. You are siblings as far as I can tell, either way you have angels blood in your veins and you are required to appear in from of the head of the Institute. Now i'm not going to ask again. Come with me." Dirk rolls his eyes and takes a step forward.

"Aren't you a little young to be a full Shadow Hunter? You're what? Sixteen?" The guy glares at him.

"My age has no importance right now. If you want I can get somebody of age to come and get you. Either way you will come." He again turns and starts walking, this time your brother follows. You stand confused for another second before catching up with them and looking at your brother.

"What's going on?"

"I'll explain later." You sigh and just keep following them. You have so many questions but you know they won't get answered so you stay silent and walk to wherever this person was taking you.