chapter one.

THIS IS A STORY about becoming the hero the hard way.

Veronica Morillo has never considered herself a hero nor a villain, strolling the country with Dual Kindjals strapped to her back alongside her family hunting whatever goes bump in the night. To some hunting feels like something you have to do because you more than the clueless but to Veronica hunting is what she's best at, it's the only thing she knows how to do right without messing it, it would be ludicrous of her to give it up.

The raven haired couldn't hear her own breath, the subtly movement of her chest brushing the window frame told her she was as her body slides underneath the gap inclining her weight on her toes to not make much noise. Sneaking out was easy, her parents preferred when they'd hunt in pairs especially when it's a family but she could do this on her own without any help from them. Wendigos haven't been seen for awhile but shes read about them in her family's journal so in a way, she has fought them through her ancestors. Those the Walcott's have been quiet, going after the ones people might not notice but she picked up on the pattern, it gives her chills recalling the only way they can survive is by eating human flesh. That should not be allowed, if they want the champion belt of being the most distrubing supernatural then they can have it.

Veronica knows she could hunt them down and paint her nails at the same time. That's how easy they're to kill or maybe, she's just that good. It's clearly the second choice.

The tiny hairs on her skin stands making her body tense, there's someone behind her and it couldn't be either of the Walcott because they're sound asleep, that leaves two people. Her eyes rolled at the mere thought. When they were close enough, her fingers clutched one of Kindjal and whirled around pointing it for their throat close to scratch them if they took a heavy breath.

"You aren't suppose to be here." The raven haired muttered, clear irritation swimming her eyes debating whether to move the weapon or not and decided the latter, knowing well her sister would tattle if her kindjal scratched her.

"Neither should you." Yoselin quipped without missing a beat, her chin tilted towards her lacing her fingers behind her back, the bright smile on her glossed lips taunting her. Veronica was very tempted to hit. "Not without backup."

"Okay, then what are you doing here?" The ebony inquired, crossing her arms over her chest tilting her weight on her left leg.

"Here to make sure you come back breathing." Yoselin replied, her arrogance dripping off her like ice cream as she flipped out a small dagger and caught it by the handle. It was petit, almost unnoticeable but sharp enough to cause serious damage.

Veronica rolled her eyes, returning her kindjal in the strap. "You mess this up and I'll make your death look like an accident."

"Mom wouldn't like that." Yoselin whispered, the amusement in her eyes brightening the dark room. Veronica shoot her glare, she hopped back finger shooting her before trailing behind her up the stairs, using the light peeking through the windows as a guide. Having her sister along is kind of a drag though she could make it work if she put in her own lane in a cramped boxed brick wall. She wasn't a bad hunter, when it comes to fighting physically Veronica could beat her, Yoselin was more into admiring and trading the weapons for something better and largely beneficial to them.

The wooden board creaks when she reached the top, she tensed freezing for a brief moment listening for anyone who couldn't awoken and heard her sister let out a breath when Veronica relaxed. The element of surprise needs to be in their favor, and if not then — well, boohoo for them.

Holding a finger to her lips, The raven haired tilts her head the ponytail swayed tickling her ear, signaling to her she'll go in first. Sliding her dual kindjals from her back, she twists the bedroom open slowly waiting for it to squeak and relaxed when it was quiet. Striding deeper, she breathes through her nose to calm her heart and tried not to be alarmed at the empty double bed. The car is out front, so long had they known she was here? Murdering them now might take a smidge bit more of time.

White eyes connect with hers when she cocked her head left, the spike in her heartbeat made her smile widely revealing her rows of shark like teeth. Her hand snapped out to grab her but she ducks underneath her arm yanking the door open smacking the mother in the head, lifting up her own head she comes face to face with the father flinching when his brisk hands grip her slender thrust and smacks her into the wall making their pictures on the wall tremble. Veronica winced fighting against the pounding in the back of her head, she needs to remain calm. Yoselin grunts on her side and she heard a large thump assuming one was knocked into the dresser.

Before she could think about it, she knocked her temple straight into his nose grimacing at the stabbing pain, his nose crunched and he drops his hand groaning in pain. Spotting something shine in the moonlight she dives for it, picking up her sword and spinning around his hand pummels her against the wall knocking out of her hand. She grunts, this would've been so much easier if they were asleep. He gripped her jacket hoisting her up and opened his mouth ready to swallow her head first, he chokes and blood squirts on her temple as the kindjal stabbed through his throat.

She lands on her feet and him on his head, dead. The mother cried out and the sight of her husband, distracted Yoselin out of breath wraps a wire around her throat and tightens it fighting against the mother's weak attempt to save herself until she couldn't no more.

"You're getting old." Yoselin teased, claiming she killed him slower then normal.

"Would you like to me to use you as a demonstration, twerp?" Veronica quipped, smiling just as sweet as her collecting her bloodied dual kindjal. Yoselin mimicked her. She rolled her eyes. "C'mon, we've got one last Wendigo — "

She tried not to swallow hard at the dark chest blocking their path, tilting her head up her heart hiccups at the sight of his chin his lips nowhere in sight whilst Yoselin sucked in a breath fingers gripping the top of Veronica's sleeve. Was he an enemy or foe? By the way his head cocked, he was probably thinking the same thing.

Veronica could take him. No problem. Easy like a falling log.

Yoselin on the other hand, he could squash her and still would've realized what happened.

Her grip tightens around her handles when his raised his hand to type on his keyboard strapped to his glove. A robotic voice following, "You shouldn't have done that."

"And why not?" Veronica inquired, tightening her jaw to keep herself from looking afraid. She wasn't afraid, he's just a man with no mouth.

"They were mine to kill." He answered, his piercing cold eyes sending a bucket of ice down her back. He cocks his head. "That's alright, I'm sure my boss won't make it I exchange them for you both."

Needles pricked her skin, jaw tense and shielding her own body to keep from her sister. Despite how terrifying his eyes made her feel, her parents have thought her never to let her bravery crack in front of the enemy even if it's a mask, wear it well. "Over my dead body." Veronica snarled. Yoselin's wrist slightly trembling trying to keep her chin high.

"That can be arranged."

His gloved leather hand was quick to grab hold of her but she dodged it slicing the edge of his hand, the sisters slip underneath his arm. Veronica sucks in a breath as her body is yanked back and smacked against a banister it's crack ringing in her ears along with her groans, her back aches as she tried to pick herself up. Yoselin grunts, leaping on his back legs wrapped around his throat and jumped back however all he does is stumble, picking her up and tossed her at the stairs, a yelp leaving lips.

She wouldn't fallen if Veronica hadn't gotten up on time and caught her wrist, the younger girl latching her other hand on the banister taking a breath.

"Veronica?" Yoselin called, gulping at him asking what they should do.

"The boy, where's the boy?" Veronica demands, standing on the edge of the stairs. Flicking her pointer finger back and forth, Yoselin caught the hidden message standing on the step below her.

"Escaped." He replied. "I actually enjoy a chase." Veronica hummed. In five seconds two things happened — one leaped over the stairs and another set a bomb.

The house trembled and the man was bounced back, purple smoke surrounds the upstairs blinding the Mute, leaping over the banister his anger burst like a shaken can of Coke punching the wall.

They're gone.

* * *

"NO MOUTH? ARE YOU lying to me?"

Their youngest brother, Perseus asked an eye squinted in suspension staring at his fatigued sisters relaxing in one of the three bedroom on the mattress, since their bunk bed won't arrive for a few days Veronica and Yoselin will be forced to sleep on the ground. As much as the raven haired protested, she didn't mind in the moment. Delivering the news about Sean, the last Walcott standing ( Veronica will make sure it's not long ) has escaped their clutches because of a man with no mouth was easier than she thought, probably because she hadn't told them. Yoselin has ghosted the moment their parents confronted them about their sneaking out — Perseus' best attempt to keep them hidden was impossible against their parents who knew shit before you had even thought about it. The raven haired couldn't do it, she was known in her family to get the hunt done as easy as tying shoe laces but because of that darn mouthless man, he ruined everything. But she will rebuild it back.

She was tired and sweaty, in desperate need of a bubbling bath with scented candles around her and soft music in the background but she couldn't because some her stuff still hadn't arrived with the truck.

"No, Perseus. We're not lying." Yoselin grumbled, annoyance dripping her muffled tone a sheet mask resting on her face snuggling into the thick cow printed blanket.

"Whoa, and you survived?" He inquired, his back on the mattress staring at the white ceiling fingers tapping his stomach.

Veronica rolls her eyes, grabbing a handful of spicy Cheetos and spill it in her opened mouth ( which wasn't wide because of her face mask ), she was used to eating spicy food eating Cheeto flavored is like taking baby steps into the spicy industry. "Were you expecting me to die? You need to put in a little more faith in me, I save both your asses nearly everyday."

"Yeah, only cause you endanger it everyday." Yoselin retorted, huffing.

"Right." The boy nods, sitting up and reaches for some crisps she pushes into her chest scowling at him. He frowns. "You never share."

"Did you go downstairs to get this?" She asked sarcastically, her eyebrows pinched together staring at him incredulous inclining her head at him. He doesn't say anything. "Thought so."

"Hey, how long do you think we're staying here?" Yoselin asked, tilting her head at the two resting on her legs, their weight being oddly comfortable.

"We're here for a good time, not for a long time." Veronica replied, struggling to talk with her mouth full and licks her orange fingers.

"In the graveyard of a town?" Perseus asked, shaking his head and lays down besides his twin. "Doubt that's possible unless you're apart of the Scooby-Doo gang."

"Such a downer." Yoselin murmured huffing, her fingers brushing her smooth mask. "There could be good looking boys lurking around, or have phenomenal discos."

"Don't act like dad will let you go." Perseus countered.

"He lets me hunt real life vampires, I doubt he'll care if I shake my boot at a disco." She murmured, irritation in her voice resting her hands on her forehead. "Plus, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"So keep your mouth shut, Perseus or we'll have to do it for you." Veronica threatened, her eyes flickering to a roll of tape on the ground. The door widens a body slipping inside taking a moment to glance at the teenagers.

"Major changes on our of plans." Their father, Emmett, announced awkwardly as he scratched his beard, pondering over what they're to do whilst they work out the kink in their original plan. "Our main reason for being here is in France, eating croissants and sipping wine. So we're stuck here until all our things have arrive and we create a better plan."

"Nice." Yoselin chimed, pressing the floating sheet mask to her face harder. "Wait, how long is a few days?"

"Three to four days tops?" He trailed off in thought, his left eye squinted. "Either way, we're here so please, don't cause trouble, Veronica." Her youngest siblings snickers and she rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to tell him his warning is a tad bit too late.