OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022

Shiver (Sean/White)

Author's note: part 5/?? Sean/White Ghost hunting story. 

All the equipment for tonight's investigation was ready in our backpacks. Yok, Gram and I were waiting for Black and White to show up in the garage. Black dragged his brother out as soon as the meeting was over, growling something about the preparations. I didn't know what he meant, but I assumed White had to get ready for the upcoming clash with the spirits. The familiar sound of Black's bike echoed from the entrance, hurrying us to get on our rides. Gumpa sent us off, closing the gate behind us. I spotted the black Triumph not far ahead of us. The fucker Black didn't even wait for us. I speeded up, taking place beside the short gremlin. He glared my way but didn't try to accelerate because of his brother. White was clinging to his back, managing to wave at me. I had to smile. He was so cute. I nodded and waved back. The breeze was cold. I envied Black having his twin to keep him warm, wrapped around his body. I could only imagine how it would feel to be in Black's place. 

The ride wasn't that long, and soon we parked our bikes in front of the old villa. It was getting darker, though the full moon managed to illuminate the good part of the house's surroundings. I glanced at White, who was observing the building, and the outgrown garden. His brows were furrowed, and he was tightly gripping the straps of his backpack. I can only imagine what he was sensing. To our surprise, Black was in no time by his side, sliding his arm around White's slim waist. It seemed to calm White down significantly. I sighed. Taking here this pure soul was clearly a mistake. 

"Ready?" Gram asked, urging us to proceed with the investigation. Yok and I nodded, waiting for the twins. 

"We can go," White whispered as if he didn't want the house to hear him. Yok and Gram went ahead, and I trailed slowly behind them, trying not to be so obvious I wanted to be at White's side. Black must have known because the glares were back. I ignored him. It wasn't his place to tell me where to stay. We stopped in front of the door, with  Black and me guarding White's sides. Gram was ready to open when White's trembling hand tugged at his sleeve. His eyes were open wide, and he was shivering and breathing heavily. The urge to scoop him into my arms, and protect him from whatever was making him this way, began to be unbearable. And it looks like I wasn't alone.

"This house is not good," White mumbled. "We shouldn't be here." He added. The four of us froze, but it was too late.