We're Two things; A Problem and An Answer

"No, We're not doing that," Ethan said.

I clicked the pen in my hand and said, "Then what do we do. Their literally hunting us,"

"Well, we're not doing that," He said shaking his head.

"What are we gonna do? Just wait for them to come with guns ablaze' and kill us?" I asked, tossing the pen.

Ethan glanced towards me, and said, "What do you think is gonna happen if us two go and try to take them on. They have been the instincts to hunt us, and they have been hunting us."

"Yeah, and now we're the last ones left 'cause of them!" I argued standing up now. This was never going to end if we just kept hiding from them. But I do understand Ethan's hesitance.

He looked at me and said, "We'll just end up like everyone before us if we do that. There's a dozen of them for one of us!" He shook his head again. "Please don't do anything stupid,"

I looked at him now. His brown hair was in a messy quiff, a small cut on the bruise beneath his eye and another small cut on his lip. Bar fight. Which, is strange, since I'm the one who's always dragging him along to bars.

Ethan turned away, and walked off. Probably going to the library or on a drive. He doesn't have the keys, though. I checked my pockets and realized they weren't there. I heard the sound of my cars engine. "Jerk," I muttered, followed by the sound of Ethan driving off.

"So, y'know how we can't find their weakness?" Ethan said through the phone.

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, bitting a pen lid.

"It's dead man's blood." Ethan said, and I could hear him typing.

I looked up and dropped the pen lid. "So, we need to suck the blood out of some dead guy?" I asked.

"Well, I was just tellin' you,"

"So, what should we do? And does it need to be specifically male or just human?"

"Really?"

"You said 'Dead mans blood', you gave little information," I picked up the phone as I walked around the small motel room. "So, where do we get this, dead mans blood?" I pressed one of the blinds down and looked outside. There were a few cars parked outside, and the sky had scattered clouds throughout the blue sky.

"Don't know yet," Ethan said.

I saw a woman sitting on a bench reading a newspaper, and someone sitting in a car two dozen feet away. Wait, who reads the newspaper? The woman had brown hair in two dutch braids and even from here I could see her brown eyes. She wore the typically farmers outfit. She had a pair of overalls and a orange sweater.

"Hey, Ethan, d'you remember what those soul suckers looked like?" I asked, looking at the person on the bench.

"Uh, the Souruita's?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah," I said, walking back to where all our stuff was.

"Uh, the woman had brown hair, brown eyes, late twenties maybe; why?" Ethan asked.

I stuffed the notebooks into a bag and said, "Uh..." I pulled it over my shoulder once most of everything was in the two bags. "There here," I said, walking towards the window.

"I'll meet you two miles down the road," Ethan said.

"Yeah," I said, sliding open the window.

I glanced over my shoulder, the familiar navy blue Plymouth Road Runner driving down the road. I looked at Ethan as he pulled up beside me.

"It's like that time you went missing," Ethan said.

I tossed my bag at him and said, "I was getting the mail and the drive way was long," I sat down in the passenger seat and looked tossed the two bags into the back.

"You always did take forever," Ethan noted.

I looked at him and said, "I was seven and the driveway was two miles long,"

"You should've walked faster" Ethan said as he drove down the road.

"Shut up," I said, turning on the music.

I glanced towards the bags and saw one of the books poking out. "This dead man's blood, I assume you know where to get it?" I asked, glancing behind us. The headlights of a car were around thirty feet away.

"I said I know what it is, not where it is," Ethan said.

I looked back in front of us and saw the forest lining the empty road. How long has that car been trailing behind us? At least since for fifteen minutes, and we've past a few other roads.

"Ethan," I said, not looking behind us again.

"Hmm?"

"How long has that car been behind us?" I asked, Ethan checking the side-view mirror.

"Too long," Ethan said, turning down a road. "Remember the Amarok?" He asked, glancing towards me.

I sighed and looked at him. "My clothes smelt like a bog for a week," I complained.

"Yeah, well, you survived, didn't you?" Ethan asked glancing towards me.

I scowled and said, "Yep," I unlocked the glove box and grabbed the gun.

"You remember what happened last time, right?" Ethan asked, the road having more and more pot holes. Why would he turn here? Is this even a road?

"Yeah, it made them stumble backwards," I said, adjusting my position so I could slid it into its holster.

"Wow, stumble, what a step up," Ethan said with a slight tilt of his head, followed by the car lurching forwards.

"You wanna do this now?!" I asked, the car lurching forwards again. "If you dent my car I'm getting one of those Cerberus things" I threatened.

Ethan glanced towards me with a very astounded look.

I heard a branch snap to my left and looked towards it. The night sky made it difficult to see anything within ten feet, everything else was just a silhouette. I gripped the gun tightly in my hand and looked around me. God I hate these things. I looked around me, and heard another footstep. I looked to my right and saw the silhouette of trees and bushes. I looked around me, trying to figure out what could be one of those soul suckers. They could be crouching ten feet in front of me. Something moved slightly, and I shot my gun once. It echoed through the forest, and I doubt it actually hit anything. Once the sound left, something sent me colliding with a tree. I groaned as I tried to catch my breath, only for someone to grab my throat. I gasped and looked at the person in front of me. The same woman as the one on the bench was in front of me.

"Nice to see you again," She growled with a demonic smirk.

"You were a lot more appealing from a distance," I croaked.

The woman smiled again, her grip tightening against my neck.

I gasped and reached for the gun. My finger tips brushed it, but my eyesight was already starting to black out.

I jolted awake, an immediate migraine making me wish I hadn't just woken up. I groaned and rubbed my head as I adjusted my position. Where was I?

"Morning, AC," Ethan's lovely and familiar voice said.

I looked at him as I leaned against the door and realized we were in the car. "Uh, I hate that nickname," I complained, rubbing my head.

"You alright, Aiden?" Ethan asked.

I nodded and said, "Yeah, just got a headache, so..." I noticed my hand has a bandage on it, a small blood stain in the center of it.

"Yeah, you uh, you sort of died for a sec, so," Ethan shrugged and said, "Got some dead mans blood,"

"Jerk," I muttered, leaning forwards and grabbing my hoodie. I glanced towards Ethan as I leaned against the hoodie I bundled on the window. Ethan had a badly refrained smirk as he looked in front of him. "You're awful," I said, adjusting my position slightly.

"Go to sleep," Ethan instructed.

I couldn't help but grin slightly as I closed my eyes. I really hope we can stop these Souruita's.