Curse Of The Aswangs (The Vasquez Brothers #1)[COMPLETED]

12:JASPER

Before our lives could even went down to this rabbit hole, magic didn't exist.
Not beyond our wildest imagination and the hushed stories of our townsfolk that the supernatural breathes like we breathe...

And someone was shaking my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the sight of my stupid brother. I had been dreaming about mom, about when she was buying me dinosaur toys, the heat of summer in Isla Gigantes, the smell of her own car.

The shades of red and tinted black windows faded away in my memory, I touched my face because it felt like it was pulsing.

"Dude, wake up." Zade said.

"Did you slap me?"

"Yes, you were drooling over my favorite shirt."

I sat up and put my hand to my head. I slept on the floor which I made his orange shirt my pillow. "Did you get any interesting information?"

"It's morning and I think the evil creatures are back in the shadows, waiting for their next target and probably I wouldn't brush my teeth so I could spew some bad breath if they chase us."

"Dude!" I shoved him over. I gathered the Grimoire and quickly shot out of Zade's room. I could hear noises downstairs, Ash must've been awake too. It was already five thirty in the morning and they must prepare for school. And whether I like it or not, we must continue our everyday routine.

Fifteen minutes later, I dressed in my school uniform and got downstairs. Ash was standing over the stove, a towel on his right hand whole he cooked the bisugo fish.

Dylan and Zade already crowded the table. I sat on my usual spot. Dylan was reading an article in Facebook while drinking the orange juice. A pair of bluetooth headphones clung around his neck.
"Thanks for not getting us killed last night." I told Dylan.
"On the contrary, you did pretty well." He replied with a smile.

"Did we though?" Zade asked.

Dylan's eyes lifted to him. He put down his book and picked a bread. I reached over to get one and I spread peanut butter on it.

"I see why you're not good, brother." I joked as I licked the peanut butter off my finger. "You faced the one-eyed."

"He was...an experience I could never forget." He joked.

Dylan grimaced. "It sound like..."

"I thought you've forgotten the bisugo, Ash." Zade said, changing the topic. It was his favorite meal since he was seven years old. Dad used to cook us that kind of fish and other filipino dish that we all loved.

Now, I sometimes felt bad for Ash for taking care of us. He was the eldest but he still looked young, like he was in first year college.

He had a baby face after all. That was why his superior would undermine him. He had a high position back in Wenwar Publishing. He was smart but sometimes, like us, he was spaced out.
Ash placed the bisugo fish and the fresh cooked rice at the center of the table.

"What did you do last night?" Ash asked Zade.

"Oh, the usual, snoring...reading the Grimoire with Jasper." Zade said meticulously.

Ash shifted his gaze at me, looking for answers. Although Zade and I weren't totally okay but we still tried to piece together the current puzzles in our lives. "Don't put me in the middle of this." I said. Then he looked over at Zade who was about to devour the entire bisugo fish.

"I was in my room." Dylan raised his hands.

"Zade--"

"I know what you're gonna tell me. That maybe I would say something wrong in latin and spill some world-ending devil." Zade said.