Chapter 5 Five

Chapter Five.

Third POV.

Different things happen from different perspectives of different individuals. In the same lifetime, the same night where Nina existed, are two other protagonists with a dreadful goal to achieve in their minds.

A man stands in the middle of an empty field, the weeds cleared out. His clothes are drenched, and he doesn't look shaky, even with the windy aura that blows around him. He remains stagnant as he stares down at the ground in front of him, digged up a few minutes ago by his twin brother. His face holds no remorse for what is to happen.

Out of the blue, someone's screams reach his ear, but pays little to no audience. His face remains fixated, staring down at the depth in the ground with a shovel next to it, at the opposite side where the scooped sands are.

The "someone" turns out to be a human, drenched by the rain and by his own blood, smearing the ground as he is being dragged by another face-covered person.

"Did you really have to make a mess, Vance?" Asks Lance, the man standing before the grave ground.

"I beg your pardon?" Pleads Vance in a jocular manner.

"You have made this human suffer enough, which myself isn't finding alluring anymore. Have you not gain enough satisfaction?" Lance, however, knows that his brother, Vance, is not the one with the listening ears. Well, the both of them have their different ways of sorting things out, and they are both devilish. It's why they work. It's why they've been working for the past long, long, years.

"Just tell me, what fun is it if I don't do all these?"

The human chimes in, "you devil, you shall rot in the depth of hell. Kill me now. I shall be taken to heaven. This pain would soon die down, and I shall be free from you, Satanist."

"Oh, you really did think your God is still going to help you when he didn't help your pathetic life whilst alive?" Questions Vance.

"And my adorable twin brother went for a Christian believer?" Kids Lance, glancing away, disinterested.

"Oh, please." He places his attention back on the dying human, "your soul is mine to feed on. It'd be like you never existed. Your God won't even be able to find a record of your existence." And with that, they disregard the human as though he isn't there with them anymore.

Lance face remains unfazed and uncaring for the human who is now too tired to beg but only continues screaming. There are wounded marks on his face. Lance took a glance at the human and scoffs, "jeez. I cannot drink this one's blood with you. It's better you do it yourself." Tells Lance, adding in.

"Ah, the always want-to-be-whitish dude." Says Vance, darkly, before he drops the human on the floor. On the human's side, he's trying to crawl his way out of there, even though his back has been broken, and his body is giving up. Sooner than later, he'd die anyway.

When Lance won't talk any further, Vance groans, "jeez, you are no fun," and picking up the human from the ground, Vance takes out a dagger from one of his side pockets and slit the man's throat, saying, "I tried. I made it easy for you to die," and truly, though, he was nice with the human's death. As the human's blood gush out, he opens his mouth, letting it sink down his throat.

"That was an obvious mess. I hope you've had the worst of nights that you wish." Says Lance, his voice cool, as his character, but deep down, he is nothing unlike Vance. One just shows his cruelness on the outside, whilst the other keeps his inside until it is showtime.

"Ah, these nights have been so boring. I hate what our days are becoming." States Vance before he throws the just dead human into the hole. With his mind, he controls the shovel to cover the body with the sands without actually doing the work, physically.

Lance and Vance stand next to one another, even though Lance had a slight frown on his face, because of Vance's messed up body. However, in the night, they both look perfect, like a Greek god.

"We need to find the next chosen."

"Ah, that would be fun," says Vance, rubbing his hands together. He can already feel the thrill inside of him.

"You should stop that. You can't be funny," says Lance, his voice back to being mildly dark and plain, "anyway, did you feel anything earlier this night, from the girl you crushed into? For me, I felt an arousal."

"Oh, that one..." Trails off, Vance, "yes. She's not ordinary. My cock wouldn't back down at the sight of her so innocent look."

Lance chuckles, and it lasted just for a few seconds. He places his hand on Vance's shoulder. "Please, brother, there was a reason why we were magicians and now sorcerers. You can't be funny, so keep quiet. The night's boring already, and I love its air of sadism." Lance finishes.

"Yep. It's such a beautiful weather." Vance states.

"Agreed. Anyway, about the girl, we have no idea who she is or where she's went to, but if she is to be our chosen, somehow she'd find her way to us. After all, this world is so little that people always meet again." Lance claims and begins walking away.

At this time, the ground has been covered and rhymed with the rest of the clearing. Vance snaps his thumb finger against his index and the shovel vanished into the thin air.

"Ouch, but we aren't people, twin brother..." He has just begun saying when he realized that Lance has left his side. Out of the blue, he appears right next to Lance, now walking side by side, "are you trying to leave me on a fun?"

"If you mean killing someone again tonight, I am not. I enjoy watching you do it," Vance is smiling when Lance completes, "as much as I hate how disgusting you become at it at some point. We are sadist, as humans calls it, psychos, murderers, but we are not irritating; we aren't disgusting." As Lance says his part, he rolls his eyes occasionally.

"Ugh, fine." And with that, Vance traces his hand from above his head to his waistline and suddenly, his hoodie sweatshirt and pant becomes clean and all the mess are gone. "How about now?"

"Now, I can take you with me to a club night party in Peru. A businessman that I am in partnership with works there." He says it with seriousness, as though they really need anyone. They are stinking rich already.

With a snap of a finger, they both vanish into the thin air, traveling, within the space of unimaginable power that time holds, to Peru, South America.

These two are not the type of sorcerers whose powers are limited. They feed on the blood of humans and gain their soul for theirs and become immortals. They aren't Vampires, but something much more, something much more than even the word, "sorcerer," cannot totally justify.