Demon Hunterz

Chapter 6: Preparations

I slide open every drawer in the room. Searching. Hands gliding across the smooth, wooden interior. Looking underneath every nook and cranny. About time I reach the last drawer, patience already paper-thin, I yank open the knob. Nothing but blank sheets come bursting out. I toss that to the side. Moving onto my closet. Already in a bad enough mood to make my face hot.

Where is it? I know I had it around here somewhere!

I toss all of my clothes on the floor. No longer caring where I put them. All that matters is that I find it. Without it...I can only imagine the damage it would cause. If I left such a thing in the wrong hands.

"Sammie." I mutter, voice rasp with anger.

She fits the crime. Nobody else would just go through my stuff like that, and just take my spell book without permission. I know for sure it wasn't my father. He would have scolded me by now. He isn't the type to wait. Especially when it comes down to dishing out punishments.

I burst through her room door. Chest heaving. While trying my hardest to control my breathing and the anger coursing through me. Sammie is laying down on her bed. Her face glued to the phone. While she freely kicks her feet behind her. She is the least startled about my sudden entrance.

I step forward. "I know you have it, Sammie! So you might as well save the bull, and just tell me where you hid it!"

"Huh?" Sammie rises up halfway. One eye wincing in confusion. While she sits there for a moment with her mouth hanging. "What are you talking about now, dumb ass? Didn't you get enough attention for one night?"

I inch closer. Stopping just outside the edge of her bed. Eyes twitching.

"Don't mess with me." I growl tensely. "I know it was you. It was nobody else but you, you thief. You have my spell book don't ya?"

My sister stares at me for a few, uneasy seconds. Then burst into laughter. She goes on for about twenty seconds. Only stopping once she sees how serious am I. She quickly wipes away her tears and clears her throat.

"Look, I didn't take your book. Why would I even think about ever touching that thing anyways? I might get cursed just by looking at it." Sammie says firmly. Then her eyes narrow. "I guess you were planning on using those spells again, were you? You just never learn-"

"It's not that!" I roar violently. My sisters shudders at my sudden outburst. "It's just that...that..."

I couldn't tell her the truth. That secretly, I wanted to be like the Hunters. I figured that if I had that book by my side, I would use magic to fight. But I never bother using such spells. They were way too long and complicated. It almost feels like I'm reading some complex math equation. Except now I have a really good reason to use them! 

Someone knocks at our front door. I rush down the flight of stairs. Anger temporarily forgotten. Then pull the door wide open. Thinking that it was my father. When two, long shadowy figures stood in my way. Their faces hidden beneath their hoodies.