Dragon Blood (pack fanfic)

Chapter one

(Vikk's POV)

     I jerk up out of bed with a stifled gasp. I quickly look around to see that I'm still in my room. I rip the covers off of my legs to see that I have no injuries. What kind of dream was that? More like a nightmare. I remember running through the woods, with something chasing me. I had tripped and twisted an ankle. I don't know what I was running from, but I felt so much fear that I couldn't keep running. I wipe the sweat off my brow before getting up.

     I can hear my brothers already downstairs, so I'm guessing that Rob made breakfast. I quickly pull on a hoodie before leaving my room to go join them. I clomp down the stairs to see Mitch, Jerome, and Preston on the floor. They seem to be wrestling over a piece of bacon. I stifle my giggles as I walk past them to the kitchen. They all have brown eyes and hair, although Preston's hair has hints of red mixed in. They all have the same build and frame, but their faces look different. I'm really glad for that, otherwise we'd never be able to tell them apart. They even act pretty similar.

     I enter the kitchen to see Rob recording the fight. Rob has a lighter shade of hair then the rest of us, but not quite blond. His eyes are a warm caramel color. He's taller then the triplets by a few inches, and definitely taller then me. "Good morning Vikk. Bacon and pancakes are keeping warm in the microwave in you want any", he tells me. I look back into the living room to see my younger siblings rolling over each other to try to get the bacon from Jerome's hand. I think I'll see where this goes before mentioning the microwave full of bacon.

     I go over to said microwave and catch a glimpse of my reflection. I have bright blue eyes with dark brown, almost black, hair. I'm a lot shorter then the rest of my brothers, and they tease me a bit for it. I have a dark tan from all the hours I've spent outside in the sun. I grab a paper plate from the cupboards and make myself a plate of pancakes and bacon. I then go sit down next to Rob at the counter top to see how long it takes the other three to realize what we're both eating.

     The bacon is eventually torn to pieces, my brothers scrambling to eat the most of the bits. I know that they all have almost the same DNA, but I don't think I would eat something that's been in someone else's sweaty hand for so long. Preston suddenly sniffs the air, and then turns to me. His jaw drops when he sees the bacon on my plate. "Where did you get so much bacon!?", he whines. Mitch and Jerome both both snap their heads to look my bacon filled plate. "You really think that Rob made only one piece of bacon? The rest is in the microwave", I giggle. The three of them stampede into the kitchen, already yelling on how to split the food. Rob ends the recording and snickers next to me. "You have to send that to me later", I whisper-yell to him. He gives me a devilish smile before going back to his phone.

     I finish up breakfast and doge Mitch as he runs away with half the bacon. I put my plate in the sink and quickly run up the stairs to my room. I grab my backpack and set it on my bed before digging into my desk. I pull out my phone along with a pair of earbuds. I also grab the compass my dad gave me. Are parents died a few years ago in a car crash. I have to hold back a tear as I look at the picture inside the top of the compass. It shows my mom and dad sitting on a
pick-nick blanket. Rob's head peaks up behind them, and the triplets sit on their laps. But what forces a tear from my eyes are the two five-year-olds holding each other's hand between are parent's feet. Me and my twin, Lachlan. He disappeared that same day. I was too little to remember him, but Rob remembers. The other three were even younger then me. I used to ask mom and dad about him all the time, but eventually stopped because of how sad it made them.

     I close the compass and stick it into the pocket of the bag, before going down stairs with it. I hear Preston, Mitch, and Jerome playing video games in the living room. Rob is muttering while putting up sticky notes on the kitchen wall to remind them to clean up their mess in the kitchen. Rob is pretty much are guardian, even though he's only two years older then me, and four years older then the triplets. I'm 16.

     "Rob, I'm going out for the day! I'll be back before dark", I say to him. He looks up from the sticky note and gives me a sympathetic look. "Vikk......", he starts, "I know that your going to the woods. You can't keep going there...... you need to move on", he gently says. "Rob, I can't believe that he's dead. I'll keep looking as long as their is hope that my twin is alive. If he was dead, I would know. And you can't stop me", I whisper. I stiffly leave the house, swallowing the rage burning in my heart.

     I have never stopped looking for Lachlan. The golden-hair blue-eyed boy who is my other half. Are hair was the only difference between us. If he still looks like me, I can find him. If he died all those years ago, I would know. Ever since I lost him, it feels like half of me is just waiting around the corner to be found.  If he was dead, I would feel it in my heart. Instead, I feel a pull towards the woods where we were last together. I will search for as long as it takes.