Nothing Left to Lose

Chapter 1

"Taste me, drink my soul

Show me all the things that I shouldn't know

When there's a blue moon on the rise"

It was a shitty night to go for a hunt - rainy and cold - but Bellamy Blake couldn't seem to get the smile off of his face. He'd been waiting all too long to finally come face to face with an Ōkami and today, they'd gotten word on one in an old abandoned neighborhood just west of Detroit. Armed with the rare bamboo stake Kane had given them, Bellamy was reminded of Kane's warning right before he left his house: "Seriously, Bellamy. Don't lose that, okay? It was blessed by an ancient Shinto priest. Only a few of those stakes exist in the world."

Bellamy and Octavia were about five minutes away from the neighborhood as Bellamy drove his 1967 Chevy Impala down the old, quiet streets. Octavia was in the passenger seat sharpening her many knives that she keeps sheathed on various parts of her body. No doubt dangerous to have a blade out in a moving car, but Octavia was in her element. Guns were never her thing - she preferred the personal kill of a blade. Bellamy smiled as he looked over at his sister so focused on the task at hand.

She was young for her level of talent with those weapons, but she's had years of practice. She was only seven when their mother Aurora first taught her how to swing the blade with enough force to kill something. Ten years later, and she's a master at it. Her dark eyes caught Bellamy stealing a glance at her.

"What?" she asked, a slight smile on her face.

He smiled back. "Nothing."

She sheathed the blade she was working on and started to braid back a side of her long, dark brown hair. "So, how close are we?"

"It's coming up here soon," he sighed, running one hand through his own dark curls. "Look, this is a new situation for the both of us, so I want you to - " Bellamy started.

"Bell, calm down. I've got this," she answered. Bellamy knew she was tough and smart, but he couldn't help but worry about her. She was his little sister, after all.

They pulled off the side of the street and parked the Impala. Sliding out of the car, Bellamy opened the trunk and to reveal an arsenal of supernatural weapons. Knives, guns, salt, holy water ... their hidden stash had enough to kill off most things they fought on an everyday basis. But Bellamy couldn't help but feel giddy as he grabbed the rare bamboo stake from the trunk and stashed it in his coat. One stab right to the heart with this thing and that creature would be done for.

He and Octavia had seen a lot in their years of hunting. So much, that they figured there weren't many new hunting experiences left. Sure, they were young compared to most, but they'd seen enough ghosts, vampires, demons, and other unnatural creatures to last them a lifetime. It wasn't his favorite job, but it was the one he and Octavia were given. Hell, he'd give anything to give Octavia a normal, teenage life. But once you know about the supernatural and can do something about it, you can't turn your back on the innocent lives that suffer at the hands of hellish creatures. Hunting wasn't exactly a choice for Bellamy, but that doesn't mean he didn't grow to enjoy the job.

Bellamy looked at his sister. She was so beautiful, with her dark features and endlessly braided hair. The older she got, the more guys she attracted, which was a nightmare for Bellamy, who still saw her the same way he did when he was six years old and staring at his newborn baby sister. They were only half-siblings, but they shared the same dark hair, brown eyes, and olive skin tone.

The cold wind bit at Bellamy's neck as he pulled the collar of his leather jacket up. "Ready?" he asked.

"Hell yes," she replied.