30. Luckily, Murder’s An Option #3
“Do you think Kyra will be at Haven’s Hole tonight? I plan on making her my thrust buddy,” another says, angering my aura.
“Who in Hades is Kyra? The mortal? Man, I’ve heard she’s letting Alex, Ethan, and Raine thrust in her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s taking them all at once. She seems strong enough.”
Squeezing my fist as a last attempt not to end their lives, I scoff. But if these rumors sway them from acting on their impulses, for now, I’ll let it pass .
“Yes…Yes…I’m your eternal whore!”
I wave a hand, silencing the noise with magic as I cross the threshold of my room. Undoing the seal keeping my safe impenetrable, I smile as a pouch of warm blood calls out to me.
It’s been many moons since I’ve last hunted, and even longer since my fangs have pierced another fay.
Their blood is spoiled with different contents they’ve ingested, and is less fulfilling.
Besides, preying on another’s eternal is against the rules of vampirism.
And my source has been away for far too long, leaving my supply low with four bags remaining.
I need to restock before I’m forced to partake in those unbefitting.
Piercing the bag, I feel the first drop slide down my tongue, waking my festering beast’s craving. Within seconds, my fist squeezes the now empty bag, draining every drop, and I subside my urge for more. At least for now.
Heat tingles the soles of my feet as a wrist flick removes each clothing item in tandem, leaving me nude and strutting into my bathroom. I run a hand through my tangled mane, releasing any knot or kink daring to linger, then turn my shower on until a cloud of steam shrouds my surroundings.
Showering takes more time than anticipated as Kyra holds my mind in a vice. The memory of her voice freezes me in place, and I find myself frowning, biting my lip not noticing the buildup of suds cascading down my thighs.
Fortunately, I endure with a mentally victorious battle and regain my composure. Cursing this inner beast for lingering on thoughts I would otherwise have, I exit and dry off. Before gaining any sense of control over my ligaments, my body moves on its own accord, despite the lingering excitement.
And thank the Gods my phone begins pinging with notifications. Jace posted more videos of her, and I’ve been watching them on a loop ever since.
Yasmine had them in pairs with one team defending and the other attacking, building a semblance of trust in their partner, and vice versa. She is a genius in her own right. I didn’t learn this until later in my first year, and here she is teaching it now.
I rewatch Kyra team up with a student from House Earth against another team from House Fire and Life. She defends with her signature dragon-winged shield, and what comes next is my reason for rewatching this video.
She not only placed the winged shield around them both, but her dragon scales coated over her and her partner’s clothes. Once an opportunity arose, her shield dropped, and they attacked. An elegant display of dual wielding magic caught her opponents off guard which secured their victory.
Kyra’s such a fascination to watch. I huff then glance at time, waiting for two more minutes until Rebecca announces the leading points.
I lie back, revisiting our training sessions from previous days, and pinpoint when Kyra learned of such defensive strategies. She is becoming stronger but still holding back against me. I’ll need to make our next sessions more severe.
“Twice today, Babydoll, you’ve shown me techniques not from our training. This will not stand.”
As though the Gods monitor my thoughts and are sick of seeing me tormented, my phone buzzes with her name popping up, gifting me a smile, which causes me to turn on my stomach and hide from their overbearing gaze.
BABYDOLL
Sooo yeah, Angie was as useful as a wet napkin, LOL. I’m not sure if what I’m wearing is dress code appropriate, but at least it’s cute.
I’ll admit a chuckle rushes out of me because I’ve been on the receiving end of Angie’s usefulness.
I have little doubt anything you wear will be incorrect. No dress code. What you’re wearing will be more than fine.
BABYDOLL
You say that now, but it’ll be too late for me to change once I’m there, so remember, you said it’s fine. LMAO.
Who is she planning on murdering, Angie? Me? Anyone who dares tell her to change?
You have my word, no corrections will come from me, nor anyone for that matter. No need to murder tonight.
Besides, Haven’s Hole is a neutral location. Using magic is forbidden.
BABYDOLL
You mean ‘kill it’ tonight. LOL. And no, I’m coming cute and comfy. It’s my first time and all, though I’ll miss training with you. Is that weird? I’m sort of getting used to it now. That’s my muscles thanking you.
Dare I say, it crossed my mind to cancel this night off and train? But I know there’s more to Rebirth, and you should begin experiencing it.
BABYDOLL
Look at you being all sweet. You better stop before someone thinks you’re a big softy. LMAO. Anyway, just letting you know Angie sucks, but I’m about to head over there soon.
She is tossing out ‘murder’ quite often, but this Academy can be brutal. Her adjustment is warranted, and I’m quite proud. But a softy, I am not.
Instead of responding, I stand, feeling my aura hum and pulse with magic from ingesting the dark liquid. With a flick of my wrist, a pair of onyx briefs, gray jeans, and a charcoal shirt encompass me. Our House’s symbol is on the back in a dull gray shade.
My hair is loose and pours over my shoulders, ending the monochromatic scheme of my garments, and with two sprays of cologne tingling my nose, I tighten the strings on my boots before summoning a sigil. Its color resembles the black marble of my flooring.
Melodies chime, echoing over campus, and Rebecca’s voice comes in clear.
“Another day’s end with House Earth gaining two-hundred points.
Despite losing fifty of those from a ranking battle, they still lead with a total of four thousand for the week.
Can anyone catch up with them in time? On a better note, Yasmine, from House Life, managed to gain two-hundred points on her own.
Two ranking battles and an amazing show of abilities, puts House Life in second place.
And finally, the student who contributed least, once again, goes to Kyra, from House Death.
Despite her forty-point gain, it was lost not long after.
Remember, this is anyone’s game. Channel your inner fay, and sail beyond the stars. For even the Gods are spectating.”
Her announcement concludes, and despite me using magic to warn off intruding voices, Kyra’s aura, her signature ruby hue, finds a way in.
“I swear to God this fucking Academy hates me. I worked too damn hard for those forty points, and like that, they’re gone. Who the fuck did I piss off now? Damn it.” A smile inches up my lips, and all I can think is, LMAO, before vanishing.
“I can’t wait to find my eternal. My aura’s been growing since signing my name in that damned book this morning.
Gifted with fire hands, I set everything I touch ablaze, and I’m not of the Fire order.
What in Hades am I supposed to do with this?
” someone complains, strolling past me as I step from my sigil.
This place is busy beyond expectation, and walking past the line, I hear my name called a total of fourteen times by six different students.
But tonight, I don’t know them.
The far booths in the back are reserved for each House Leader. Curved lounge chairs match their respective Houses, and each have enough seating for ten fays, along with stationed bar tables for beverages.
I dissect the crowd surrounding me, noticing a few females approaching.
“Alex, I’m glad you’re here. Care to dance with us?” one asks, sharing a glance between her friends.
“Apologies, but I’ll have to decline.” Nodding, I squeeze between a wall of breasts, one of them rubbing my shoulder, forcing my eye to twitch. Her scent lingers on my shirt, and with haste, I simply flick my wrist, replacing it anew.
Clearing a sea of overstimulated fays, I have a clear view of those seated around the Haven. Kyra isn’t in attendance yet, but before my curiosity surfaces, I realize neither is Angie or Alise.
Left of the entrance has booths aligning the wall, split with a hallway leading to another portion of Haven’s Hole.
To the right, two bars are surrounded by more booths and tables but separated by another corridor, directing to karaoke.
Upstairs, above the Leader’s booths, are the private sections where one can enjoy being alone without interruption.
A location I visit frequently while here.
My steps continue to the booth designated for House Death, and it doesn’t take long for a few acquaintances to join. Reese and Clay argue as they approach whilst holding drinks and going on about a topic I have little care to take part in.
“The chick by the bar was hitting on me, not you, asshole,” Clay snarls.
“Then why’d she give me her number?” Reese responds smugly, delivered with a grin. My ears are trained to the bar, listening with a disappointed head shake.
“Not to appear benevolent by any means, but she gave you both her number, along with the group sitting near her bar. You two are not as special as you believe. Now, can you quit squabbling?” I summon a drink of my own from the menu.
“Whatever, Alex. This coming from a guy without any intimate relationships. And no, reading about them with Elder Kraven does not count.” They both laugh, finding me as their target to be more fulfilling.
Reese attempts a horrible rendition, morphing his features to appear older. “Dear Alex, my boy, spread these pages open and let me have a good look between them.” His mimicry, though on point, is tasteless, and their laughter continues.