Descendants of the Myth

Chapter 6 - At Night

Chapter 6 - At Night

Finnian had always thought that the nights were dangerous.

More creatures were awake during the night, dangerous ones, like his family, the Succubus and the Incubus. Vampires, and werewolves were alive during the full moon. They usually dwell in the night to feed for themselves.

But right now, he was beginning to find out that the atmosphere between the three of them was becoming more dangerous than the night.

They roasted some animal that Cora caught in the woods. Finnian was doubtful that it was safe, especially since Cora held quite a grudge for what he and Sef had done with her earlier - ganging up on her like that, but since she took a bite of the same food, then maybe it was safe after all.

The said girl was away from both him and Sef, somewhere near the border leading into woods. They were beside the road, in case any car came in and could at least get them into town, and then talk to Sef to break the locks again.

But so far, luck was not yet beside them and they were stuck in the curb.

Finnian couldn't help but feel like this was parallel to what they really are experiencing, only more literal.

They were stuck, too.

They all didn't know where to go. They had a lead now, except, they didn't know where to go next.

So, what now? After they got the fourth one, will he or she be able to help? Did he or she have any leads on where to go next? Or will they be stuck again?

"Hey, Finn," Sef suddenly spoke. Finnian looked at him, raising an eyebrow at the nickname, as if to say, Really?

Sef just smirked, shrugging. "What? Finnian's too...old."

Finnian rolled his eyes, a habit he was beginning to get accustomed to since he grouped with these two. He wasn't this mature a few days ago, but someone needed to control these two.

"Why did you think we were grouped?" Sef suddenly asked, "I mean, why now? It would've been better if they just all let us be in one house and grow together. That way, we wouldn't be this way."

Sef nodded his head towards Cora, who was already finished eating and was already sharpening her axe with a concentrated face.

Finnian made a mental note to sleep with one eye open tonight.

"You know right now," Sef continued, "I'm still a little shocked at the way things had turned. The things Nut had told me."

Finnian looked at him in curiosity. "Was there something else that Nut had told you?"

"Nothing more," Sef replied, shaking his head, "It's just that, the way things run, I'm beginning to doubt that we're meant to be friends in the first place."

Finnian looked at Sef in surprise. But something inside him couldn't deny what the other guy just said. He might be right. What if they were really not meant to be friends in the first place?

What if the tattoos meant something else? What if it wasn't a sign for a possible group? What if they were really not meant to meet? 

What if Finnian had assumed things again? Like he always did when it comes to the issues of his father?

He had assumed that a lot of men out there who looked like him was his father. He embarrassed himself by asking a lot of people if they were his dad. His mom never told him who he was, so he had to find out for himself.

Which was why he traveled to places in hopes to find the man.

And in the first sign that he got, after a hundred years of travelling, was on the Underworld. He heard that voice there, who told him to go to New York. He thought it was him. He assumed again that it was his father.