Chapter 5

(Third Person P.O.V.)

Green had turned to red and she attacked, losing all control.

Now she was back, completely aware. Her head was pounding and she stumbled back, Vladimir grabbing her shoulders to steady her. "What the hell was that?" He asked, eyes wide. He'd regained consciousness only minutes after being knocked out.

Raven winced. She was aching all over. "I don't . . . I don't know. It's only happened once before, I think it's the whole Khadesh thing." She felt dizzy. After a few seconds, she recomposed herself and Vlad let her go. She looked around and frowned slightly. "Where's Joss?"

"He tried fighting you. I managed to hold you off long enough for him to run."

"How long was I like that?"

"I'd say about a good ten minutes." Vladimir sighed and picked up his backpack from the ground. Raven assumed it fell off while he was trying to control her. "Let's go. My aunt must be worried sick."

Dinner wasn't interesting. Raven ate in silence for the most part. Henry and Vlad talked about some new video game— Vlad glancing at Raven every so often. Valeria had continuously made attempts to flirt with Henry. It wasn't like he minded, which he did not whatsoever. He just thought the girl was a bit too . . . ditzy for him.

"How are you liking it here so far, Raven?" Nelly asked, bringing her out of her daze.

Raven swallowed her rice before answering. "It's nice," was her quick reply. Minus being attacked by some paranoid Slayer, she added in her head. Her parents made good conversation with Aunt Nelly, and—at a point—Raven chatted with the guys and her sister.

Once she was at home in bed, thoughts of Emma and her powers took over her mind. She was restless. That power up had left a strange effect on her, just like last time. Except this was worse and Raven didn't know why.

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They still had the same substitute in their homeroom class. Her name was Ms. Cavanaugh. "Or just Ms. C will do fine," she'd told the class. It turned out their previous teacher had retired without warning. Ms. C would become their permanent teacher since she was well educated in that department.

While they did class work, Raven could feel Meredith's glares burning the back of her head. She tried her best not to turn around and glare back, but she wasn't in the mood.

Class seemed to drag by, but eventually it was time for lunch. "Okay, what's up?"

Raven blinked a few times and looked at Vlad. "What?"

"I said what's up. You haven't said a word since we got here and you barely touched your food," he said, looking her over carefully.

She merely shrugged. "Just thinking is all." Joss walked past her with a glare, which she returned twice as hard. She turned to Henry. "No offence, but I really want kill your cousin."

Henry shook his head. "I don't care right now. He hasn't been the greatest person ever. Sorry about what happened yesterday."

"Whatever," she mumbled and continued to eat her food, which were leftovers from the night before.

After hesitating, Vladimir spoke. "Raven, has that . . . ever happened before?"

She barely glanced at him. "Has what happened before?"

He rolled his eyes. "You changing yesterday."

Raven took a few seconds before answering. "Once. A few years back."

"What happened?"

"My friends and I, we were attacked. It was another vampire, he was hungry and wanted to feed. I got angry and lost control." She began to bend the stainless steel fork in her hand, a fire seemed to burn in her eyes. "I-I killed one of my friends and injured the other vampire enough to make him run away. It's a miracle my friends still stood by me." She laughed bitterly. "I hate this. What I am; this monster. I want to get rid of this thing, but I can't. It's who I am."

Vladimir was silent, taking in her words. He shook his head. "That's not who you are. You aren't a killer, okay? We'll find a way to help you control that. I'll talk to Otis. I'm sure he knows something."

Henry interrupted Raven before she could speak. "Hey, how did you get away with killing your friend."

"Henry," Vlad warned.

"It was filed as an animal attack. Bear. We had a lot of those where I was from." Raven stood. "I'll see you two later." Then she walked away.

Vladimir stood up to go after her, but Henry stopped him. "Dude, give her space."

The halfling looked at his friend. "But she's upset."

"And people like being alone when they're upset."

Vladimir sat down after having second thoughts. He had this strange feeling in his stomach about Raven and her being the Khadesh. It bothered him a lot and it made him somewhat . . . angry.

The woman's piercing blue eyes scanned the twisted woods. The cool breeze nipped at her skin and a chill went up her spine, feeling his presence. "You're on time. What a surprise," she said, an almost obscure smirk resting on her face.

The man merely grunted, glaring at her. "Has she agreed?"

"I haven't gotten the chance to speak to her yet. But I will soon."

"'Soon'," he mocked. "And when will that be?"

"When I earn her trust. Patience, Marcas. If you want the Pravus dead, you must make common cause with me."

"My patience is running low, Mila."

She turned to him. "I will get her to agree. Don't worry. I just need you to keep your desperate ass out of my business."

In less than a blink of an eye, he had her pinned against a tree, his hand gripping her throat tightly. "Mind you, dear, this was my idea and my plan. You're just a puppet here."

Mila chuckled darkly. "Oh, darling, you've got it all wrong. I'm in charge here." Her eyes flashed an iridescent green and Marcas let her go, yelling in pain as he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. "You're my little marionette." She kneeled down to his level. Mila lifted his chin with her finger, enjoying the pain in his eyes, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Don't forget it."

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