LOGINLyra's POV
I didn't know how long I trained for or how long Maria pushed me to the brink of learning how to fight without my powers, all I could remember was crashing on my bed exhausted, my fingers numb and my legs shaking like leaves in the wind. I laid there unmoving, cheeks pressed into the fabric of the bed, I was parched but my body was too weak to even think about moving to get a drink of water, even blinking took an effort talk less of moving my arms. Training wasn't supposed to feel like this, but then again, no one made any promises to go gentle. My muscles spasmed and I groaned softly turning my back to the bed as I stared up at the ceiling unfocused. Jasper's voice echoed in my head, and Richard's gentle warning along with it. Then my mother... *If you pass out I'm not catching you* I huffed a weak laugh. “Noted” I whispered to myself. My fingers twitched as I felt my magic at my finger tips, I wanted to try and use it but shook my head groaning... Not today, not after everything that's happened. The sweat on my skin felt cold as it slowly began to dry from the air blowing around. I couldn't help but think back to the practice again. Every inch of me had been stretched to the limit, overused, pushed too far than what I thought I could give. And that as the funny part. I actually did. It was as frightening as it was funny. More than once I had thought I would blackout, give up or pass out but Maria's voice kept on pulling me back from the brink. *Again Lyra* *Again* I gulped, my throat dry. If this was only the beginning I didn't know how I would survive the week then. I turned my head towards the window. The Lancaster forest was dark and almost endless. The trees whispering in the wind as branches swayed and danced sideways to sideways. “You're tired” I murmured to myself. A dull cramp pulled at my lower belly, twisting. I frowned shifting slightly and froze as warmth pooled down between my legs again. “Oh you have got to be kidding me” I pushed myself up on trembling hands and sat there for a moment trembling and breathing through the discomfort of my period cramps that had stained my clothes again. The timing was cruel, now when I was too weak to even move. “Fantastic” I murmured, “Just perfect” I slid off the end carefully, legs wobbling beneath me and moved towards the bathroom with slow determined steps. I pulled off my trousers and then my underwear, seeing the blood stained on it. Just then the candle lights flickered violently as a gust of wind blew pass. I sucked in a breath and instinctively lifted my head. I raised my palm closing my eyes trying to calm down as much as I could. “Please work out... Please work out” I whispered, trying to calm down while Maria's voice echoed in my head about what my period blood does with my power “Maybe I'll check my grimiore or moms own later to see if there's anything I can find about this” I mumbled as I carefully cleaned up while thinking about it. After taking a shower and changing into fresh clothes I climbed into the bed tiredly, curling on my side with my knees to my chest to hold onto the pain of cramps. My eye lid fluttered slowly as sleep began to pull on them, just before I finally dozed off, I suddenly felt a presence in the room. I instinctively reached for the nearest pillow and sent it straight in that direction as the person dodged while letting out a low chuckle. “Not bad, not bad, looks like the training is paying off” Caspian.... I laid back down tiredly, but bothering to wonder where this vampire had sneaked in from. “Enjoying the hospitality?“ he said again, stepping closer towards the bed with the pillow. “Mm...“ I murmured, “Five star, would definitely recommend, especially the part where they try to break you” There was a pause between us before I felt the pillow back on my bed. “You pushed... Too hard” I opened just one eye to look at his silhouette in the dim light of the room, “You sound disappointed” “I'm observant” he corrected. “Same thing” I mumbled closing back my eyes. The bed dipped slightly as he leaned against the bed post. “You should get some rest” “I am resting” “You're still awake” “Unfortunately” There was another longer pause between us this time. “Your magic reacted” I opened my eyes fully this tone, staring at the ceiling as I replied back, “Yeah it does that” “With blood” he added. My jaw tightened, “You don't need to say it like that” “I do...“ he responded calmly, “... Because it does matter” Silence again... “I'm not in danger” I said finally. “That wasn't what I was thinking about” I turned my head to the side to look at him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark... A bit too dark... “Then…uh…what were you thinking then?“ “That you survived today...“ he said, “And tomorrow, they will try to take more from you, push you to see how far your limit is, physically and magically this time” “Ahh! My bones already ache” I groaned into my pillow. For a moment something unreadable flashed through his eyes before he straightened up fully. “Get some rest Lyra” I didn't argue with that one because I definitely need it. By the time I closed my eyes and opened it again he was gone, vanished like he came. Exhaustion pulled my eyelid before I fell into a deep slumber.Maria's POVThe last strigoi lunged towards me rentlessly refusing to back down like the rest of the dead strigois. Growling, its claws sliced through the air where I had been a moment ago, it's teeth snapping.“Stay down” I muttered. Green light flared out of my palm as vines shot up from the ground beneath its feet and squeezed its entire form violently as it wrapped around its neck and tightened.Crack...The sound echoed too loudly in the clearing and it's body went still, the flesh scattering.Alexandria was already turning away, walking toward her altar inside the house as if the fight had never happened.I glanced around once more, ensuring there were no lingering threats, then followed.Inside, the air felt… different.Safer but not safe enough.Alexandria placed the vial on her altar with almost reverent care, adjusting a few objects before finally speaking.“This place is compromised” I leaned against the wall and scoffed, “It was only a matter of time”“No it was only a ma
Jasper's POVThe moment Lyra froze I instantly felt something was wrong as my hair stood on ends as I felt something predatory.... That stench... Vampire? I moved before she could say anything else and dragged her out of that place by her wrist never minding the books that fell to the floor.“Jasper—”“Back” I growled out instinctively as my Furs started to burst out along with my claws, growling deeply. Lyra stumbled against me but she didn't fight it, she trusted the reaction and that meant enough had happened this past weeks for her to realize that I wasn't joking.The face smiled as shadows moved between the shelves and the person on the other side leaned forward slightly with amusement on his face.“Woah” he said casually, lifting up his hands in surrender. “Easy there, I mean no harm. Really”Lyra stiffened beside me but I didn't back down either, even if I knew this was a public library and the danger of being exposed was high.The stranger stepped forward more from out of the
Jasper's POVLyra had that look again, where her eyes were distant and her brows pinched together.She had that look all morning while sitting on the edge of the stone bench outside of Alexandria house and flipping through her grimiore and some old looking slightly burnt book and muttering under her breath occasionally. I leaned against the edge of the doorway and watched her with arms crossed watching her quietly muttering to herself again for the thousand time.“She's... Spiraling” I said to no one in particular and Maria glanced up from where she was grinding herbs. “She’s learning Jasper”“Nah” I corrected. “She’s missing context and she hates missing context”As if right on cue, Lyra groaned and dropped her notebook onto her lap “There are gaps” she said, as if continuing a conversation we’d already been having. “Spells don’t just… exist Cus they’re built on belief systems like culture, histories... I need to understand the framework”Maria smiled faintly. “Most witches don’t qu
Caspian's POVAlexandria had definitely sent us out on purpose.She didn't say it outright though, she never does. She simply glanced at the others, waving a dismissive hand and was like:“You lot stay, these two can handle themselves”And those two..Being Lyra and me...The forest was quieter this far east and the trees older, with its large roots curled upwards. Sunlight peered through the canopy of trees. Somewhere distant the sounds of howls echoed but not too close to care about anyway.Lyra walked ahead of me, her boots scrunching against the battered rocks and sticks.Her curly auburn hair whooshing in the slight wind as the sun shone on her sun kissed freckles. She had improved.It was... Noticeable. Her steps were lighter and now more deliberate, she didn't trip on roots anymore. Even her magic, usually an uncontrollable storm now felt more tamed. “You're staring again” she said without staring back. “I'm observing”“Tch... That's just glaring with extra syllables”I sc
Lyra's POV Alexandria believed pain was a teacher, a sick, twisted but slightly nevertheless educating method. “Again, the spell won't work itself you know” I wiped the sweat off my brows and got into position again. I moved down and slammed my palm against the map forest floor as my knees went down with it. Mud splattered across my trouser, the purple sparks on my fingers weakened in light like dying embers as my lungs burned as if I had been running for hours. I inhaled sharply and hard, then again. Then I heard those dreadful words I had been hearing for the past few hours now. “Again” Alexandria repeated, calm as ever. Maria stood a few steps back, arms across her chest tightly with slightly furrowed brows. “Alexandria” she said calmly with a hint of tension in her voice, “She's reaching her limit” Alexandria continued looking at me. “She reached her limit ten minutes ago Maria. This is where the training begins” I bit down in my lower lip to prevent myself from snappin
Caspian's POVTypical...Witch building her home on old magic land, why am I not surprised....After passing the threshold I could immediately feel that vampiric feeling that I had stepped into a powerful abode. But other than that, there was this issue of the house decor.“Geez, what's with you witches and lack of aesthetics?“Alexandria laughed, “I don't have time to be thinking of that for now, I'm more into my latest makings”She playfully cackled. I took a look around the surrounding, altars, dry blood, bones, drying pan and even a grimoire and an ouija board. “Typical” I whispered. Maria and Alexandria were already talking in low voices. I rolled my eyes wondering why they were being all hush hush when I've clearly shown that I wasn't a threat.Richard and Jasper were finding places to sit and Lyra was still observingly taking in the place. I stood at the door still letting the air take in my presence long enough to know I wasn't a threat or prey. Lyra, on the other hand, beg







