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

21:JASPER

The entire aswang clan was preparing for the night's event. And I still looked ragged in my school uniform.

I only slept by five in the morning but woke up by eight with the rattle noise from the cage. They separated me from the rest of the subjugated.

There was a partition in the cell, so when they shoved Roy and those were with us last night.

"There you are!" said Enrique. "I was beginning to wonder if you have used your powers."

"I don't even know what's my power yet." I knew I got embarrassed the moment I said those.

"Naive Witcher doesn't know any offense spells." Enrique's lips twisted into a grin. "Back in the old days, your family knew how to cast the strongest spell on aswangs. Throughout their lives, they fight aswangs and claim power. They spent their lives understanding the supernatural creatures, studying it and killing it. The Vasquez House is fortified heavily with magic. It only went down when Jessica died. Your mom hid the scroll so well, buying herself some time how to kill us! You Witchers are the destroyer on my plans."

I grappled to clear my thoughts. "But we still save people."

"Save?" He put his hands up. "You don't save humans. Domination over us and the rest of the supernatural. Thinking they are above the law."

"You killed people, you eat them."

"It's because that's how we live, Mr. Vasquez. Haven't you heard the stories? Have you heard a former evil politician who supported the mayor of Nueva Bonifacio, was found dead."

"Ramirez?"

"Yes, that one who campaigned for senator with a lot of posters, that he advocates corruption when he steals a lot of the mayor's fund. Talking about the irony. And did I say he was annoying? The mayor is a good person, Mr. Vasquez you know how he spent his funds on this town."

Actually, I don't.

Enrique stepped forward. "But when the mayor finds out about his deception, and Ramirez nearly killed him too. He staged an accident behind the Nueva Bonifacio's church. He talked to the news reporters that he was the one who saw the mayor in the car. He was praised by his heroic act. When that act was all nothing but fake."

"I thought his heroic act was real?" I said, remembering the news on Facebook.
"Goodness doesn't need to be seen or to be shared on social media, goodness is what we do when no one is looking." Even though he was angry, I could see a little bit of pain and sympathy in his eyes.
"But what a performance! Filipinos really know how to act so innocent and so pure, like they are prophets. As if God would welcome them with open arms in heaven but when they die, they open their eyes and find themselves in something foul. They are tortured for eternity in Hell." Enrique's voice was full of hatred and bitterness. "Humans don't know what Hell is truly like."

"How did you kill Ramirez?"
"He had a party in one of the resorts here, so we came, we entered and it was a bloodbath."

"Like a literal bloodbath?" I said, bored as he gave me a hard look.

"I didn't want to people to miss the fun, we also exposed that he was a sexual predator. He was like 45, and he targets college sluts." Enrique brightened his smile. "We pick sinners, mostly, Mr. Vasquez."

"These are innocents." I said, looking at the subjugates. "Let them go."

"Are they, though?" Enrique said, his breath smelled like rotten meat, like cyanide. "They are guilty of crimes and regrets, Mr. Vasquez. Roy over there, killed his own daughter and his wife because he was a self-centered, driven to godly thinking, and he controls everything. If he can't he throws tantrums like the man child he is."

"Shut up!" Roy screamed at Enrique which he only barked a laugh. He covered his ears, eyes wide in insanity, and he was trembling badly.

"That's very entertaining, to watch the sinners go mad in their mistakes." Enrique said. "In fact, I have an idea how to call upon your magic, Mr. Vasquez. Forget your brothers. Forget the accords of the witchers. I know how you can use your magic." He pointed at Roy and the subjugates.

I may got into troubles a lot but I'm no killer. "No."

Enrique examined my face. He leaned forward. "Don't tell me that you haven't done the exact same things that I'm doing right now. Those troubles that you walk into like a storm, those terrible people you picked on by protecting someone? Those bullies you punched? You fought back on the rich and snobby boys and girls who bullied you."

I gritted my teeth. "I've never murdered anyone."
The angry lines on his eyes made him five years older. He might just be five years older than Ash but he looked completely on his prime.

"Oh please, Mr. Vasquez." Enrique gave me a look of insult. "We're not so different after all, eh? Not all witchers care about being good or evil. So, tell me...do you think killing me will satisfy you?"

"You killed my mom." I grumbled with every bit of rage in me. "You killed her."

"She had the scroll! Your family hid it for decades!" Enrique's eyes were intense with anger. He turned his back. "Feel free to leave the building... if you can use your power now!"

He walked away laughing in my very own embarrassment.