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Claire's POV

I didn't know why I punched her; I guess the small confinements have got me on edge. Maybe it was her words, the truths that rang like bells in my ears, loud and convincing. It might just be the fact that I didn't want to listen to this creature anymore, that all logical explanations have gone out the window and mere force was what I was left with. Maybe.

It wasn't much of a punch. More like a violent swing forwards that turned soft in the end, going right through her, her smile shattering as my body continues to lurch forwards. Momentum, I hate you. I guess I didn't really have a plan what to do here, but if there's a way in, there must be one back right?

"You're only going to hurt yourself doing that" I turned around to face her again, marvelling at her very real appearance. She looks just like a real person, very solid while she swung her arms around and looked at me lightly.

"So, uh. Learn? I guess you're going to teach me?" I looked around and cleared my throat, glazing past the incident.

"Me. Yourself. Same thing." She started to twirl her hair again, like a little child waiting for the adult to respond. For someone who is supposed to be me, she really doesn't act it. Does she even have a name? Or would it mimic me, to complete the whole bravado? I don't even know why that should be a question, it doesn't really matter in the end. She's a copy of the house in an attempt to keep some part of me with it. This could be really flattering or just downright weird. But it is Morganville after all.

"You could stand there having an inner monologue or work to get out of here? Whenever it pleases you." She walked forwards and sat crossed legged in the middle of the room. I nearly laughed at that remark, but she would know when I am babbling inside my brain. And here I am doing it again. I sighed and joined her, sitting opposite her.

"Place your hands on mine. Concentrate on your breathing, and every now and again, imagine the centre of your energy, how it would react to your breathing, how it would slowly expand and then contract. This technique will help you learn focus and control." She spoke with an almost hypnotic voice, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and steady. After a few moments, I followed her example and slowly put my hands in hers, and started to concentrate on breathing.

Endless minutes passed, I concentrated on counting my heartbeats. I was about to give up, about to stand up and probably yell again. I have been doing a lot of that lately. But then I felt something, a sort of tug inside of me. Warmth washed over me, and I felt this warmth as I followed the breathing exercise. It stretched and grew, and I could feel a change coming over me, something that was comforting, and something that could just as terrifying.

I felt this warmth wash over me, but I knew it was too much, too much freedom on such a powerful and unpredictable thing. So I did the only thing that I could think of. I imagined the inside of my body, not the organs that orchestrated everything, but a shallow shell, like those nesting dolls. And that golden warmth, expanding so much it was brushing on the edges, about to burst open, and me along with it. I felt my fingers twitch in my real body, by eyes about to flutter open. I managed to somehow force this energy together and where it resisted, a flash of green followed. Green fire, like those that you would see in old witchy movies. I left the image of my body, the corrupting flames eating away at its capsule.

I gasped and opened my eyes, escaping from the living nightmare, leaning forward as I rested my forehead on my palm. Was this what she meant? To try to control? That didn't feel like control, it felt more like...I had awakened something. Probably something a mere human couldn't suppress.

I sighed and looked up, awaiting more hair twirling and whatnot. I got a suspicious expression, her hands resting in her lap now, her lips parting as to question me. But they didn't. The longer I stared, the quicker I became agitated, until something caught my eye. Something shiny and reflective right in front of me. Of course.

Taking in the bigger picture, I saw the floating naked mirror. It looked rugged as if the frame has been ripped away. More mirrors, can't it be a door just once? And of course, this was the only way to move. I stood up and ventured to the other side of the mirror, where the annoying creature used to sit. But nothing. It was right in front of me again. Multiple mirrors? Huh?

I turned around, expecting to see a cardboard back, but instead, it was the same mirror. They seemed to be everywhere, everywhere I looked or turned, my reflection staring back at me, mirroring my confusion. With a sigh and reluctance to understand, I stepped through, ending this twirling game.

Magnus POV

I didn't want to wake up, but I did, and strolling towards the mirror, I saw a message there, and also my bloody forehead.

All we need is faith.

It seemed like I was in some sort of dreamlike state, just looking at those words and just thinking about the possibilities. Could it be true? Is it really her? Reality has a habit of letting me down and this would be just an example of it. How would I explain all that had gone on? The realness and how solid her touch was...and how painful. I remember once again as her nails slide below my collarbone, making the dream that more real.

Was it my mind catching up with the pain? I could blame it all on blood loss...But still. The way her fingers traced me, the way this dream brought back all the lodging and my cold desires. I could be going insane, but insanity could be good thing, it would make me more creative. Possibly even more blind to the things around me.

Those words, she would repeat them to me after each loss, everything that had happened, soothing me, pushing me on to fight for us. After all these years, all the loneliness, 5 words have me crashing, back into the cycle of loss and fear.

But I am Magnus. The creature that vampires fear, the thing that forces them to extremes, that makes them run and reminds them of their place. I am draug, I fear nothing nor do I form attachments. Attachments are for the weak, for humans, and vampires who pretend to be human. They make us weak. Makes us to let down our guard and what of it? They always lose, they always hurt and they always succumb to me. Because I know how to separate them, how to trick their weak minds, to give them hope before making my final strike. What a fair prize Morganville will be, finally broken down to the thing it really is. A slaughtering ground.

I wipe the blood off with a mischievous grin, already planning my next move. But what of the visit? I never did found out what happened to her, sister dearest made sure of that. I think a visit is in order, it's time to see some familiar faces again.

So what did you think? It probably wasn't that good of a chapter but tell me what you think of it and what you think should happen in this story next! what POV should I start with next?

Thanks for reading guys, and I was wondering if any of you read dark visions and the forbidden game by l. ? Just curious xx