LOGINJulianna POV
I smiled as I opened the door of my room and almost gasped at the sight of the vase space before me, the room was enormous! With Living room, kitchen and there are two more hallways. It felt like a house rather than a room.
The interior theme is black and the furniture theme is white. There are paintings hanging on the wall.
"Roommate."a voice said, I looked at the one who's spoken. I saw the woman leaning against a wall.
Her long black hair that is knee-length, black lipstick, black eyeliner, black nails, and is wearing a black t-shirt and black pants.
She looks like a rebellious girl when you look at her with the chewing gum in her mouth leaning on the wall and cross arms.
"Welcome roommate! My name is Lyra Bloodworth, and I'm your beautiful vampire roommate!" She exclaimed, transforming into a bat and then flew closer to me and returned to her human form.
As she stood before me, my gaze was drawn to her mouth, where two razor-sharp fangs gleamed in the light. Their shiny surface seemed to reflect the dim glow of the room, making them appear even more pronounced. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I struggled to swallow, my eyes fixed on the deadly-looking teeth.
I felt a bit scared but she smiled and said"Ughm ... Can you speak? Hello? Can you see me?"
I blinked so she laughed.
"Hi?" I felt awkward so she smiled.
"Did I scare you? sorry about that." She said and smiled. "Don't worry, I don't drink human blood. I prefer drinking pure blood of animals." She said with a chuckle.
"Ughm ... Do you have a name? If you don't have any, I have a name for you." She said so I laughed.
I relaxed a bit and introduced myself "I'm Julianna Harris."I said with a smile.
Lyra face lit up "Nice to meet you Julie!" She said cheerfully and took my hand.
"Let's go explore our room together!"
"This is my room." She said and opened the black door. I was almost amazed at the theme of her room. Witch theme and there are voodoo dolls on her table side.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm a fan of Witches but I'm a pure vampire, so don't worry." She clarified with a laugh.
"And this is your room!" She said cheerfully and opened the black door and exposed me to the black room that was not yet very decorated.
"Your room has no decoration yet but it has a nice aura and I'm sure if you put decoration on it, it will be nice. I can help with that if you want" She asked me so l shook my head and laughed.
"Don't worry about me, I'm sure I can handle that." I said.
"Okay. If you say so." She says.
She walked me around our room and only now did I realize that our room had a comfortable bathroom with a swimming pool and a massive TV screen in the common area. Okay so this school is really amazing. Complete with appliances.
As we continued the tour I asked "How long have you been here?"
"Just yesterday." She replied. " I just moved room because my old room will be renovated and turned into a room for the Thanes.
I was curious "Thanes...?"
Lyra laughed mischievously "You'll meet them soon. I'll tell you later in the dining hall because there's a chance we'll see them." She said so I nodded.
Just then the room shook.
Earthquake? I said in shock
Lyra laughed "Don't worry it's not natural, the youngest of the Thanes did it." She said
I raised my eyebrows intrigued by the abilities of the Thanes
"Huh?"
"Yes, Scott Thane did it, don't worry you will get used to it." She said so I was even more curious about the Thanes.
Scott POVIf someone had told me the most dangerous thing in this village wasn’t Revenants or ancient artifacts, but dinner—I might have laughed.Seraphine burned the porridge.Not metaphorically. Literally.The pot sat in the hearth, blackened on one side, smoke curling lazily upward as she poked at it with a wooden spoon like it had personally offended her.“It’s fine,” she insisted.Cassian stared at the ruined pot. “It’s charcoal.”“It’s crispy.”Liora leaned over the table, nose wrinkling. “I’m not eating this.”Julianna covered her mouth, fa
Scott POVThe hallway outside the spare room was narrow and dimly lit by a single lantern hanging from a beam. The flame danced, throwing long shadows across the wooden floorboards. Seraphine stood with her back against the opposite wall, arms crossed, green eyes locked on me like she could see straight through the lie of “Ren.”She didn’t speak at first. Just watched.I leaned against the doorframe, trying to look casual. My heart was hammering so hard I was sure she could hear it.“You matched every element I threw,” she said finally. Quiet. Precise. “Every single one. With just fire.”I forced a shrug. “I’ve been in a lot of fights. That’s all.”“That’s not all.” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t patronize me.”“I’m not.”She pushed off the wall. Took one step closer. The lantern light caught the loose strands of h
Julianna POVWe weren’t walking so much as being maneuvered.Cassian had one firm hand wrapped around Scott’s upper arm, not quite restraining him but not trusting him either. The man walked half a step ahead, broad shoulders rigid, blade strapped across his back catching the late afternoon light. The little girl clung to Seraphine’s free hand, stealing glances back at us every few steps—wide-eyed, curious, yet not afraid. Seraphine stayed close—too close—on Scott’s other side, like she expected him to vanish again if she blinked.I trailed slightly behind them, steadying myself. The nosebleed had slowed thanks to pressure, but my head still felt packed with cotton and thunder.I could feel the tension rolling off Scott in waves—every muscle coiled, every breath shallow. Every time Seraphine spoke to Cassian or answered the little girl’s quiet questions, his fingers tightened around my arm. Not enough
Julianna POVThe ground hit us like a slap. Not hard enough to break bones, but hard enough to knock the breath out of me. I landed on my side, dirt grinding into my cheek, grass wet against my palms. For a second the world was just ringing ears and spinning sky, too blue, too clean, no trace of the academy’s haze.Scott groaned somewhere to my left.I pushed up on shaking arms. My head pounded. Something warm trickled from my nose. I wiped it with the back of my hand—blood. Bright red against pale skin.“Julie—” Scott’s voice cracked. He was already on his knees, scanning me, then the trees, then the dirt road stretching ahead.We weren’t in the dorm anymore.Wooden houses with thatched roofs lined the path. Smoke curled lazily from chimneys. A child’s laughter drifted from somewhere nearby, followed by the cluck of chickens. The air smelled of pine, fresh bread, and something faintly metallic
Julianna POVThe walk back to the dorms felt longer than it should have. Rain had left the paths slick and reflective; every step echoed. Scott didn’t speak again after we left the burial ground. He just walked beside me—close enough that our arms brushed occasionally, far enough that I could still feel the distance he kept from everything and everyone.When we reached the suite, Lyra was waiting. She sat cross-legged on the common-room couch, a mug of something red and steaming in her hands. Her eyes flicked from me to Scott and back again. She didn’t ask questions. Just nodded once—like she already knew everything worth knowing.“Night, you two,” she said quietly. Then she stood, stretched, and disappeared into her room without another word.Scott lingered in the doorway of the room.“See you tomorrow,” he repeated.“Tomorrow,” I echoed.He closed the door softly.I
Julianna POVThe rain didn’t stop, the air thick and cool, the kind of damp that clings to your skin long after the drops are gone. It softened, thinned to a mist that clung to skin and hair, but it never fully went away—like grief that learned how to whisper instead of scream.Scott and I sat beneath the old oak, the world narrowed to wet stone, damp earth, and the quiet weight between us. The cookies were mostly gone now. The box lay empty at our feet, a small, foolish offering that somehow felt important.For a long time, Scott said nothing.He stared at the gravestone, eyes unfocused, like he was looking through it instead of at it.I didn’t rush him. For a long time he just stared.Then he spoke. His voice was low. Rough around the edges. Like every word cost him something.“You want the whole story?”I nodded. “Only if you want to tell it.”He looked at me then—really looked. Sea-green eyes still red-rimmed, but steady.“I do,” he said. “I think… I need to.”He exhaled. Shaky.“







