Seven

Loud yells filled the whole house. I stood in my suite— rather, what was left of it, frozen in fear.

Jason had barely managed to get away from me, his rage nearly overflowing from his body. After his threat of punishment, I didn't think I would get out of this unscathed.

I didn't mean for my powers to go haywire and cause this much destruction! I clutched my camera to my chest, as I quietly made my way over to where the noise was coming from.

I peeked into the room slightly, catching a glimpse of a furious Jason pacing around with a frustrated look on his face. A brunette man with sharp features stood over at the edge of the room. I could remember him from the meeting last night. His name was Emery, I guess? I wasn't quite clear on it. I did know, however, that he was the Beta to Jason from their earlier conversation I vaguely remembered.

"... she fucking almost lit the whole house on fire! We were all staying in his house, peacefully, when we smelt smoke! Now half of her suite is damaged, she managed to burn down her things and...!" He let out a growl filled with outrage that made me stumble back a bit in the spot I stood.

Emery wasn't fazed in the slightest, he looked passive, even.

"She doesn't fucking listen! We barely know her, but she's too much trouble for her own good. I don't know what she was trying to do or what point she was trying to prove by nearly burning the house down," An unwelcome sense of shame filled my being as I listened to Jason.

I just wanted to prove myself worthy and become a better version of myself. I didn't mean for it to turn out like this!

"Well, after hearing all of that, the best thing to do is to ban her from casting spells or using her powers in general, in the house at least. She is free to use them outside of it, it's better that way or else you and your brothers can be severely hurt or worse, killed even before the vampires arrive," Emery spoke, advising Jason.

My heart sank on hearing that. Yes, I did find them annoying in more ways than one, but I would never hurt them as much as I would want to. I felt appalled that he would even say such a thing. I would never hurt anyone that doesn't deserve it with my powers…

I was suddenly hit with a huge wave of guilt. If Jason did not hate me before, I'm convinced he surely hates me now. I could understand why he was mad. It's completely my fault for being so reckless with my powers. I shouldn't have tried to do the Infernum bruno spell when the sun was still high in the sky.

Knowing Jason, my punishment was going to be severe and I was in no way looking forward to it. I got shivers thinking about what was in store for me.

Jason let out a retired sigh. "You're right. It's not good for that witch..." He spat. "...to use her powers in a place like this," his voice was filled with so much venom.

I decided I'd heard enough. I quietly slunk back into my half-destroyed room, slumping to the floor.

Of course, the one time when I decided to do something good for myself and the benefit of others, it turned out terrible. I wish...Jared was here. At least, I'd be able to talk to someone who would understand me better than those two.

It was crazy how I had a grip on my powers then in a minute, it got completely out of my control.

Maybe I wasn't cut out for magic anymore. Maybe me being powerful was just my wishful thinking just like my mom's.

I remembered the first day I manifested my powers. It was indeed one of my happiest memories. I remember practicing spells as much as I could, before being able to conjure a small ball of flame in both my hands. My friends in the coven were in shock and were excited to see that I had finally gotten my powers. My mother wasn't really that excited about it, she merely brushed it aside, saying I was supposed to be better already.

I, on the other hand, was in awe and was excited to finally have them after waiting for so long.

My friends had manifested theirs at earlier ages, leaving me behind. I felt left out and I could hear whispers, saying I wasn't going to get them. Some had even doubted if I was my father’s daughter after all…I was willing to prove to them, to all of them, that they are wrong, that I got magical powers too.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on my side. That was the only major thing I was capable of doing. Infernum bruno became my mantra and a defense mechanism. Soon, I became ridiculed for only knowing how to cast low and weak level spells even as my peers had elevated from where they stood before. Since then, I have been constantly training, hoping to suddenly improve. But at some point, I stopped. I wondered what the point was anymore. I was weak, my energy level was extremely lower than a normal witch's own, and I just had to live with it. At least I tried.

I guess trying wasn't going to cut it anymore. I tried again and managed to fuck it up. Was this the universe's messed up way of telling me to stop trying?

My door suddenly swung open, revealing an annoyed looking Jason with Jake right behind him. The look in his eyes brought my guilt back as I braced myself for the worst. Whatever punishment it was, I was going to take it as a champ. I stood up from my spot on the floor, looking him in the eyes.

"You know, on coming here, I had planned on punishing you in a way that would really please me and make you think twice before pissing me off next time, but I changed my mind. Be grateful, witch," a small smirk spread on his face and I wondered what he was getting at. "I've decided to give you two options. You can pick the one you think is best for you. Either you pay for the damages you caused, or..." He stepped closer to me. "...you prepare yourself to get in our bed tonight,"