Family

Chapter 3: Beginning of the End

I had a bad feeling for the next
few of weeks.

Right when I turned twelve, and the twins 8, Father had to leave for long whiles and when he was home he was exhausted.

Mother tried to make us feel happy and tried to hide the fact that Mundus kept getting closer, but I could hear them late at night, their hushed whispers whenever I wanted to ask them what was wrong.

Dante and Vergil mostly spent those nights in my room. Their weapons were kept against the wall. They always said that the other was scared and that they didn't want the apparent "scared" one to be by themselves.

But really I could tell they were both afraid, even though they had not even the slightest idea about what was going to possibly happen.

I was honestly terrified.

The way Father described Mundus, I knew that he was strong. What surprised me more was that he sounded so wary of him.

Late at night when Mother and Father were sleeping, Myself, Dante, and Vergil would train during the late hours of the night.

I made sure that they went to bed a little earlier than I did, so that it would look like we didn't do anything.

I stayed out a little later but then I went inside whenever the bad feeling returned in my chest.

I thankfully got enough sleep to look and act normally.

One night, none of us decided to not train. Father hadn't come home yet, and we didn't want to get caught.

But I could not sleep at all.

I placed my blanket over Dante and Vergil, and they held onto it tightly.

I lay between them, they both used my sides as pillows.

I felt like I swallowed lead, and I was getting nervous.

Carefully, I got up, and left my bed, I literally froze in place twice, thinking I almost woke up one of them.

Thankfully I didn't. So I stepped out of my room, closing the door gently.

I only had the medallion, which I regret not having anything else now.

I saw Father's coat draped over the stair's railing. He must've been home.

The lights had already been turn off, so I turned on one, the small flame glowed faintly, I couldn't really see further, and I didn't want to risk waking up anyone if I turned on any more.

If only I had night vision, then I could really walk without nearly bumping into almost everything.

I was in the Father's study, or the library.

The shelves were lined with all kinds of books, some of them were supposed to no longer exist. But Father was a collector when it came to books.

I would have stayed in here for the rest of the night reading, but then I remembered why I was even awake.

Walking out of the library, I was in the hallways again, at night this house seemed a lot bigger.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I nearly screamed out loud.

Turning around, fortunately for me, it was Father.

"Ava what are you doing up so late?" He asked, a look of amusement clear in his eyes.

I looked away sheepishly,"I was going to the kitchen, for...water. Yes I was going to get some water." A small white lie wouldn't kill anyone.

To my mortification, Father picked me up, as if I was a child, and carried me on his hip.