Something light, almost like a feather, brushed against my stomach, and my eyes snapped open.

Shoot! I must've overslept.

The tickling sensation increased and I looked down, thinking that it could be a stray hair or something.

My face paled and I swallowed the scream.

There was a spider on my stomach, its freaking hairy legs just twitching as it moved up my body.

I blinked a couple of times, hoping that what I was seeing was just an illusion.

It wasn't.

The thing was huge. And black. And hairy. Shoot.

"Damien!" I yelled, "Oh my god DAMIEN!" My voice got shriller and shriller, panic evident in my tone.

"I hate bugs, I hate bugs, I hate bugs!" I screamed, refusing to move even an inch in case the spider decided to jump on my face and attack me or something.

I heard a bang followed by a curse and what sounded like Damien stumbling about before he came rushing into my room.

He was bleary eyed and in his sponge-bob underwear I bought him last Christmas. In his hand he held a pink Taser which he leveled in my direction.

He adopted a fighting stance but his eyes were barely open so he didn't get a good look at what was making me scream. "Get away from my sister," he threatened, "don't think I won't use this Taser."

"Damien, you're holding it the wrong way." I told him dryly. He looked at it and swiveled it around so it was facing the right direction. "And it's a spider on me! What the hell is a Taser going to do?"

Blinking at me, his eyes moved down to my bare stomach and he paled. His normally russet skin going as white as a sheet.

"Damien! Do something," I hissed, trying not to move my stomach.

"Do something?" he swallowed, taking a large step back towards the door, "You're on your own, sis."

"Please," I whimpered, tears threatening to unleash.

He shuddered but moved closer until he was kneeling on my bed. Bingo! Tears always made my brother do what I asked.

"Fine," he muttered. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he turned the Taser around and used the bottom part to knock the spider off me.

We both sighed in relief as it hit the window. What we weren't expecting was for it to explode on impact, millions of teeny tiny spiders crawled out of the larger one, swarming us.

I let out a strangled scream and jumped up onto my knees, adopting a similar position to Damien and grabbing his arm in a vice-like grip.

I looked at the bottom of the Taser, the part that hit the spider. "Damien! Taser! Spiders!" I shrieked, unable to form full, coherent sentences in my panic.

It was covered with the small baby spiders. How Damien didn't feel them crawl up his hand was beyond me.

He looked down and before long, Damien's high pitched screams joined mine.

He threw the Taser on the floor and shook his hand vigorously, trying to remove all evidence of the spiders. He went to wipe his hand on me and I shoved him, "Don't you dare." I yelled.

We looked at each other in fear, "Nana," we screamed in unison, "Nana!"

I took a quick peak at the mother spider, surprised to see even more baby spiders climbing out of her. Damn.

Our grandmother took us in when our parents died. We were three. She's our mother's mother and from what we were told, a very, very powerful witch. No one messed with her unless they wanted their ass kicked. Or us for that matter.

She had her own shop back where we used to live and there was a constant stream of people, mostly women, to be honest, who needed a potion for this or a potion for that. There was nothing our Nana couldn't do. She must've had a shop here too because she spent most of yesterday cleaning out the shelves and ordering stock.

She also looked good for her age. It was like she never aged, I didn't know if it had something to do with magic or just awesome genes because damn, I would love to look 40 when I'm 63.

She had been called our mother many times before and she takes it as a compliment. Then again, who wouldn't?

After what felt like ages, she appeared in the doorway of my bedroom, her snow white hair pulled back in a tight chignon and a purple apron tied around her slender waist.

She was a small woman, reaching about 4"9 but what she lacked in height, she made up with power. Her amber eyes twinkled and a small smile played on her thin lips.

Pushing her glasses up on her nose, she looked at us questioningly. "What seems to be the matter, dearies?" she asked.

I stared at her, dumbfound.

"Uh... spiders," Damien helpfully answered. My eyes remained glued to the spiders on the floor that were crawling over each other in an attempt to find sanctuary.

"Spiders?" she responded. "Where?" Slowly, she made her way to my bed, confusion marring her leathery face.

As she peaked over my bed to the side with the spiders she started cackling, yes cackling. Like a witch. Which she was, but still.

"Nana," I pouted, "They're spiders. Aren't you going to save your poor grandchildren from their evil clutches?"

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she nodded to the mother spider that was still crumpled on the floor under my window and looked at me, "What did you do to the poor thing?"

"Poor thing? Poor thing?" I huffed, "It was on my stomach when I woke up and now look what happened. It has babies!"

"I saved her from it," Damien added, puffing out his chest and acting all macho.

"No, you didn't," she laughed at him, "you're cowering on the bed with your sister."

I giggled at my twin as he deflated. "Are you going to help us? We're going to be late for school."

She smiled warmly at us, chanting something softly under her breath and freezing the spiders.

I've seen her work magic all my life but it was still amazing to see it in action.

"Go get ready kids; I'll drive you to school." Nana bent down and started picking up the frozen spiders, muttering quietly to herself, or maybe to the spiders. Who knew?

Damien and I shot each other looks while she was occupied with them. He was shaking his head 'no'.

She drives like a mad woman, I mouthed to him.

He nodded and we both shrugged our shoulders at each other in resignation. Nana knew the area better than we did so I guess it was only fair we let her take us to school, even if the drive would shave at least 10 years off our lives.

With a stretch, I slid off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. I took a quick shower using my favorite strawberry shampoo and conditioner set and the body wash that came with it. Finished with my shower, I grabbed the fluffy white towel Nana must've hung on the wall yesterday and wrapped it around my body.

I quickly brushed my teeth and looked at myself in the mirror. Damien and I were fraternal twins but our features were very similar. We had the same almond shaped hazel eyes and matching full lips but I had a small pert nose while his was more pronounced.

Pulling the towel away from my body, I looked down at my boobs. They were small, barely a B cup but that's not what caught my attention.

It was the jagged scar that started just under my left boob and carried down almost to my navel in a diagonal line. It wasn't as red as it used be, mainly because it had been three months since the altercation in that dingy warehouse.

I looked back up into the mirror and scowled. Three hideous claw-like marks marred my left cheek, courtesy of the bastard that almost robbed me of my life. They stood out against my pale skin, no matter how hard I tried to conceal them. Not that I was a goddess or anything before them, but they seriously knocked my confidence. I hated the way I looked and I hated myself. I've gotten over that now. Mostly.

I know, I know, it was my fault and I would've died had Damien not noticed that I was missing from the party he dragged me to. Still, he blamed himself and I hated it. It wasn't his fault I was stupid enough to get hurt.

I traced the thin scars with the tip of my finger, thinking about that night. It was dark, so very dark. And cold. The guy threatened to slice me up if I didn't fulfill his wishes, starting with my face. Stupid him; Nana was the witch, not me.

"Abby, hurry up," Damien called, banging his fists against the door and pulling me out of my reverie.

Sighing, I pulled up the towel and exited the bathroom, smiling at Damien on my way out. "All yours my dear brother. Don't take long, though."

My brother was my rock through all of it; he made me feel pretty when I felt ugly, made me laugh when I was crying and loved me twice as much when I was unable to love myself. When I'm around him, I forget that I have a big, ugly scar on my face, I forget that I danced with death. It was like it never happened and I loved Damien even more for making me feel that way.

I went to my brother's room, refusing to even enter mine after the spider fiasco. I knew he had some of my clothes stored in his closet.

I dropped the towel and walked into his closet, looking for something suitable to wear to school. Rifling through his clothes, I found a white t-shirt with 'Kiss me if I'm wrong, but dinosaurs still exist right?' printed on the front in red. I also found a sun hat, a pair of denim high waist shorts, and my long converses.

Unfortunately, I didn't find any underwear and there was no way in hell I was going commando. So I just had to brave the spider infested room after all.

Re-wrapping the towel around myself, I gathered up my items and left, shutting the door softly behind me.

Nana was still picking up the spiders and putting them in a large bowl she must have found downstairs. The bowl was nearly filled to the brim and she was still piling more in. I was curious as to what she was going to do with them but I feared her answer if I did ask.

So I ignored her, choosing to look for my pink mini mouse bra and matching panties in one of the boxes littering my room.

Locating them, I went into my closet to change and after applying minimal makeup - some eyeliner, a bit of gloss and foundation, not in that order of course- I was ready.

As I exited the closet, I saw Damien standing in the doorway. He was already dressed in his t-shirt that matched mine and ripped jeans.

"Hey, can I sleep in your room for the foreseeable future; I don't think I could handle mine after the spiders." I shuddered.

"Sure, spiders creep me out," he shuddered back, "dibs on the right side though."

"I know right? Creepy little buggers." Pulling the hat lower on my head, I faced our gran, "Should we get going Nana?"

"Yes dears, go to the car and wait for me, I need to find a home for these poor babies," she crooned at the bowl.

I cringed at the effortless way she picked the 8 legged beings and nodded to show I heard her before dragging a transfixed Damien out the room.

"Don't forget to pick up your breakfast," she called out to our retreating backs.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my Nana but sometimes she scared the bejesus out of me.

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