Selene glared at Dean with a disapproving look of steel. She tossed her dark hair and then shifted her gaze to Michael, who stroked her cheek, inquiring about her history with Julian. She moved her head away from him, then stepped toward the wolf boy, who was watching Lyra as she retreated from him. Her expression never wavered, even when she looked back at Michael. She straightened her leather jacket over her figure.
"Does that fool still not understand Isabella is the focal point of all this madness?" she growled, deeply peeved. "No matter what we do, Isabella is linked to all of it. I believe she should be notified that her dearest friend was hurt. But whatever. That stupid boy will learn soon enough. Unless he really is that dense."
But would it really benefit Isabella in knowing something that seemed like a distant memory now? Telling her would be counter intuitive since the little medium was alright now. Michael agreed with Dean on keeping this one a secret. Unless it were highly necessary it wouldn't need mentioning at all.
He gazed at his belle as she rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything else, she noticed his inquisitive expression. He truly was curious about her relationship with Julian, but she was unsure if she wanted to inform him yet. She fixed the bow strapped to her back, itching to use them, then remembered Billie. He was an advocate of weapons, so perhaps she could buy a more suitable one off of him? She would bring it up when they got to where they were going. Now all she had to do was find Vera. She needed the woman, whom she felt a growing bond with, to help her in tracking the witch and possibly fighting her off if push came to shove.
"He is," she finally answered Michael, stealing one last glance at the boy whom Aleksei was addressing. Then she started through the woods, ignoring the sting of the sunlight as she made her way toward her motorcycle. "Meet me at Billie's. Finding the witch is our main priority."
"Alright then," Michael replied as he misted away into the thick woods, taking a much faster route. Unlike the huntress who was more lenient towards the sun's light (it was a known fact that all "turned" hunters could better withstand or get used to the light over time) purebloods on the one hand could never gain such a talent for it. So he had to stick to shadier places, so that he wouldn't have to deal with that annoyance. Before long he'd reached the old car shop, there he was greeted by Selene's parked bike, she had arrived a few seconds earlier it appeared. He came to stop next to her, noticing her searching eyes, maybe for Veratos. "She'll return soon ma petite," he told her with reassurance.
By now the exorcist was already reaching the half-way point of the woods, edging ever so closer back into town, she could already make out the town's little shops and see cars whizzing around with people out and about. Her guardians must already be gone and Serenity getting ready for school, the girl loved to pamper herself and look flawless before she stepped out of the mansion-perhaps they may even cross paths if Lyra were to hurry. She had the strongest sensation in her that the younger, achingly nosey girl could be invading her boudoir again, looking through her stuff (especially her wardrobe) and "borrowing" her things all without ever asking for permission of course. In other words, the girl was aggro in its purest form. The only one person that could cheese up Lyra. (Piss her off)
"Lyra, wait-" Julian's voice called, running after her and seizing her by the hand. "Why do you keep running away from me? I mean you no harm. At least let me walk you home." The girl almost smiled, this lad chuffed her to bits
She felt his grip on her, a cold shiver slithered down her spine and she froze, took a breath, then spun on her heel to face him, her eyes wide, her face pale, "Julian I-"
He let her hand go, as quickly as he had took it, did he feel that shock too? Maybe, but she wasn't about to ask. He had the look in his eyes, fear that she may come to be intimidated by him. And also, there was concern in his brows, like his expression were somehow asking that she forget their last encounter, the part where she eavesdropped on him and his old codger, and trust him. Could she trust him? Start over?
Fat chance.
"And don't mind that old dog," Julian was saying of Wolfgang, nudging her reassuringly. "They don't learn new tricks, you know. He hasn't quite accepted the evolution of the present century. I'm sorry if you heard what he was babbling about." His expression then shifted, calm now, like himself when she had first awoken in his room was it? She couldn't tell, when she realized how much she liked him this way.
Lyra's eyes broke contact from his and fell to the ground, as if she found her dirt caked shoes suddenly fascinating, refusing to look up at him again. "I...I still wouldn't want you to get yourself in trouble, he seemed very serious."
Because soon enough, you'd grow to hate me too, you wouldn't have to tell me, I would know, just like Serenity, she thinks I don't know, but I do, I feel her icy stares even when I don't look at her, like she resents my even being there...That's why, I leave today... Her features was touched by deep sorrow, but she put on a brave face, then finally looked up at him, "I'm sorry too... But having me around will only be a liability on you and you know it. I will be distracting you from whatever important duties you have to perform. You're going to be an alpha, that is what you should be chasing. I'll be alright, I have two legs, I can walk. "
She offered him a smile, thanked him again, than whirled back around and this time ran on full sprint. Whatever he was, she knew it wasn't right. Normal. She felt it emanating off his pores, like energy, similar to what Dean gave off, but the difference there, Julian's was much brighter, the brightest. He had responsibilities to uphold, a bunch of brothers that needed him to be their alpha. She in no way will allow him to tangle up with her and her package of issues. He didn't need it. As much as she wished things were different, they just weren't and she had to live with it.
By the time she got to the white, large estate, she was panting for air and her steps were wobbly. Pretty soon she was in her room, giving it a once over, then dread filled her to the core. The white rectangular box she kept under her bed for safe keeping was opened, on her bed. She approached it with pure horror taking root and growing branches inside her. Trembling fingers touched the ivory tissue paper, felt inside for the dress she already knew wasn't there.
"Serenity." Lyra breathed, her shoulders fell distraught.
Luckily, she found the girl just before she stepped into the limo, she dared Reeve to close that door, with a glare. The older man knew what was coming for the misses daughter and he for one could care less what happened to the brat -nothing too bad though since he could get in serious trouble if she like died or whatever. But this was the norm here in the Vandalia house-hold, as normal as the sun rising every morning in the sky. He stepped aside even as the girl commanded him to shut the door and drive her to school so that she could show off the new and priceless
white, MARC JACOBS 2012 Taylor style Silk maxi dress, she looked absolutely cracking in (stunning) a simple, yet elegant number that was too "old" for her age range, but bespoken for Lyra in every way, in case that special occasion would arise -not that she'd ever don it since it was the last gift her aunt Katherine had purchased for her before the accident that took her life away. It was something Lyra wanted to keep as a precious "treasure" something that she would cherish rather than ever use. In loving memory of her aunty, and now this? It was mostly unforgivable, one that shook Lyra to experience a rage she never knew she had.
"Reeve you idiot let's go-" Serenity was yelling, than her clear mossy eyes snapped to the seething Lyra who was already yanking the stretch limo's door open, reaching in and latching her hands onto the girl's scrawny arms, pulling her out, out until they were both standing on the ground, Lyra was a few inches taller than her, and could easily look down at her. "You're wearing my dress. Take it off now." she intoned, sounding eerily scary in the younger girl's ears.
"No...L-like I always s-said... what's yours is mine, and what's mine is...mine!" Serenity shot back, though her tone wasn't as forceful or strong. She tried to look tough but defending herself or even fighting was a big no-no if you wanted to be "lady-like" at least according to mother it was. Not just the simple fact that she couldn't even fight worth crap.
"You didn't ask me if you could-"
"I've never asked to wear or take anything of yours, why would I start now?" Serenity interrupted her trying to wrench herself from the medium's hands. Lyra released her as if noticing how mad she was getting. This wasn't like her and she was shocked herself, but she managed to keep her composure.
Serenity straightened herself tall, picturing her lean and graceful mum, how enchantingly she would look in a designer dress that costed a bomb as this one surely did, she attempted to poorly resemble such elegance but failed to since the dress looked bodged up on her. In every way.
"No, I refuse, don't you see Lisa, I'm far more superior than you, and this dress is brill on me, you're just jealous that I'm more prettier than you and Bob's your uncle!" she snapped flippantly as ever. Lord did she need a reality check.
Lyra grounded her molars, trying fervently to keep herself calm, her patience running thin. "That's a load of cobblers and you know it, just take it off and wear something else."
The girl locked eyes with Lyra, "Make. Me."
"I've let you take all of my things and I never complained, but this. My aunty's last present. I can't." she tried to explain, be nice.
"I don't care!" The girl spat, crossing her arms, edging Lyra on with a smug grin, her eyes sparkling, daring the other to even try to strike her.
Lyra sighed, as if letting it all go, it was her fault after all that the girl had found her dress and decided to wear it. If she hadn't wanted this to happen, she should have chosen a better place to hide it. Nothing could be done, and well fighting her for it just might ruin the dress. Aware even so that she just may win had they fought regardless, Lyra held back the burning anger inside her. "Fine, just know that the gown isn't appropriate for school, try not to ruin it. Please return it when you're done modeling. For the record my name is Lyra and not to offend, but you look disastrous in that dress. It doesn't fit you well and is too long." she let out calmly, already feeling the anger evaporate. There was no use trying now. Then she turned away from Serenity and retreated back into the mansion. She wouldn't be able to leave today after all, the dress was her chain holding her back. It was also the only link that kept Katherine's presence here on earth. If that dress were to be destroyed than she'd loose what was left of her aunt's spirit. The medium knew well, that's why she hadn't ever touched it. She hoped to God that Serenity wouldn't damage such a sacred piece of Lyra's heart.
Serenity rolled her eyes, now she was deeply cheesed. What would it take to ruin Lyra? Make her soo angry that she would just leave? She figured this would be the last straw but it wasn't. Maybe if she did ruin the dress that would definitely break her! That is, after she wore it and took pictures with it, Lyra didn't know, but today Serenity was going to attend a party, one that only the wealthiest kids could attend today. A celebration that had nothing to do with attending any classes, yup she was a skipper all right. Nodding over at Reeve, she picked up the length of the dress and tried to gracefully reenter the limo, only to trip half way. She reached for the door handle to keep herself steady and she flashed the chauffeur a breezy smile, she got this. No, no she didn't, but the man wouldn't tell her that, unless he wanted to loose his job.
Reeve watched this surprised, Lyra had handled it well, but she lost to this little punk. That was something he would bring Serenity's mother to attention, though he doubted much would be done about it. The woman could care less what her child did, all she was concerned about was keeping up with her job and nothing more. This family was falling apart and there was nothing to be done to salvage it. Not even Lyra's sweet nature.
Up in her room, Lyra gently folded the paper back into the box and returned its lid, treating it like glass. Though she fought the hugest urge to strike at the girl, here, alone, she couldn't contain the silent tears rolling down her cheeks, leaving salty warm trails on her face, behind her, Katherine emerged as if she were summoned by Lyra's sorrow.
"I tried to stop her, but my movements ghosted right through her. I'm sorry."
Lyra shook her head as she closed her eyes and took in another blow.
"No, it's my fault. It always is."
Katherine hated it when the girl blamed herself for things she couldn't possibly prevent. However she couldn't do or say anything to change Lyra's ways as a person's true character can only be changed by their own will.