Fangs and Wands

11.Sweet Vengeance

The woods give me peace.

Previously, I would find solace in the library but right now it reminds me of that weak little girl that I never wish to become ever again. Plus Simon keeps giving me these sad looks that make me want to tear up.

I can't go to my room either. I keep seeing his face. All of that could have been real and I would have done nothing to stop him. That room is now a reminiscence of how weak I can be.

The woods however, they remind me of my days with Night. When I truly believed I was the strongest being on earth. It's a very harmful thought to tolerate but I like it.

I am the daughter of a goddess and whatever my father is that we never discuss. Whatever he is, it's pretty powerful. Which makes me power personified.

My hair flies all around me as I make the wind carry everything near me. It carries everything but me. How frustrating.

The water never frustrates me though. Night was right. The water is my strength. The stream flows faster and more rapidly at my approach. Even the water can identify it's master.

Holding my hands up, the water follows my movements and now a large ball of water is floating in the air. I close my eyes, because it's better to feel it all than see it. Maybe I should try to harness the water into carrying me, not the wind. It's more obedient, easier to control. It feels easier to use than even my wand.

By now I have learnt the secret of keeping my wand with me at all times. It is not the witches that keep their wands with them, it is their wands that stay with them. I stopped trying to look for it and it started looking for me. Emily taught me this. Now, wherever I turn, my wand is with me. I smile as I open my eyes with this thought.

Then my smile freezes on my lips and everything in me stiffens.

Dominic is here. Standing right below the large ball of water. I'm not sure if I put it over him or if he stood below it on purpose.

"I'm not here to fight. I come in peace."

How very unlikely that is. I should just as well drop this large ball of water on top of him. But his eyes do look sincere. At least, as sincere as the dark brooding eyes of a dragon slash vampire can be. Plus I do want to hear what he has to say. If it's something bad, then it's a good thing I have a surprise for him. 

I close my eyes and move the ball of water back over the stream and drop it there with a splash. I calm myself before opening my eyes again, letting my power recede back to a low hum within me and my eyes returning to brown. Everything I had in the air falls to the ground.

Then I open my eyes to stare at a really angry dragon in human form, drenched from head to toe and covered in grass and forest manure.

"I said, I'm not here to fight."

"I didn't do that on purpose. I...I thought I dropped the water in the str..." 

I stop myself when I notice something close to a smile play at the corner of his lips.

He looks down as he warms himself and smoke starts sizzling off him.

"Are you hiding a smile right now?"

"I don't smile," he replies instantly.

I'm about to argue when he throws me a dark look. "I said, I am not here to fight, Hellena."

Is it even possible for the both of us to be in the same proximity and not fight? But honestly, I don't want to fight with him today. He fired his shot and I fired mine- though mine is yet to be received. Today might be my last day with him and who knows, a miracle might happen and I might end up missing him. Though that is highly unlikely.