𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 ~ 𝗞𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

~ Chapter One Hundred Two ~

Dusk's head pounded as the blaring of the alarm clock filled the room. Subconsciously, her hand slammed down on the snooze button, and she pulled the sheets off her body and sat up. Without warning, a loud groan escaped her lips as it felt like someone was playing jump rope with her intestines. "What the hell?" She muttered, looking over to see Klaus was still sound asleep, seemingly not in pain. The second she stood up, she immediately dashed to the bathroom, overcome with a wave of sickness. She hadn't felt this sick in a long time, not since she and her siblings caught that nasty stomach bug that left them confined to their rooms for two weeks.

Dusk's gagging continued as she continued to throw up. While it went on for a few painstakingly long minutes, it felt like she had been stuck there for days. The brown blonde took a deep breath as her stomach finally settled and she lifted her head from the toilet. Was it the food from last night? Maybe one of the parents brought their sick kids to the party? Dusk wondered as she washed the taste out of her mouth. I wonder if anyone else is feeling this terrible... Five and Victoria left for work nearly an hour ago, so there was no point in asking them. But as she started hearing some rustling coming from her and Klaus's bedroom, maybe she'd get the answer she was looking for.

"You okay in there, hon? I can smell vomit from in here!" Klaus plugged his nose as he crawled out of the bed. "Yeah, I'm fine..." Dusk brushed it off, stepping back into the connecting room. Klaus blinked furiously, adjusting to the sunlit room, and he finally saw a clear image of his wife, his eyes widened. "Jesus, doll. You look like death!" He slowly backed away, not wanting to take any chances. Dusk squinted as she leaned up against the wall. "Thanks, feel much better now!" she responded sarcastically. "But anyway, are you feeling alright?"

"Oh, I've never felt better! Why do you ask?" Klaus asked as he slipped on his gloves and face mask. "I just woke up and I started feeling sick. I don't know what's going on," She explained. "Probably that Chinese food, you can never trust those restaurants nowadays, everyone getting their hands all messy!" Klaus gagged at the thought of it. "You sure you don't feel anything?" Dusk double-checked. But Klaus shook his head insistently, telling her he'd like to keep it that way. "I'm gonna call the others, see if anyone else is feeling bad,"

But as Dusk walked into the kitchen to grab her phone, Klaus's voice echoed throughout the empty home, trying to convince her maybe she was overthinking it and that it could just be a minor bug or maybe her time of the month. But as Dusk dialed Victoria's number, Klaus's ramblings only continued. Without much of a wait, the redhead picked up and it sounded like she and Five were in the middle of driving. "Vic, are you feeling alright?" Dusk asked but was only greeted with the sounds of sharp inhales and clenched teeth.

"Dusk?" Five's voice called from the other end, as Victoria seemingly handed the phone off to him. "Are you both feeling alright? I feel like-" "-Like someone injected motor oil into your veins?" Five interrupted. "Yeah... that's exactly how we feel right now," Before Dusk could even begin to ask any questions, Five dropped a bomb on top of her. "Dusk, I don't know how, but we got our powers back!" The brown blonde nearly dropped her phone in shock. "I'm sorry, what?" Dusk croaked. "They're back..." Five repeated through a stifled groan.

Klaus leaned over the granite countertop, concern spreading on his face as Dusk locked eyes with him for just a brief moment. "H-how do you know that?" Dusk questioned. "It's a long story, we're heading back to the academy right now, maybe we can all get to the bottom of this," Five replied. "Is Klaus feeling any different?" Dusk looked back at her husband, who was currently in the process of spraying every inch of the room with disinfecting spray. "I don't think so, he said he's never felt better," Dusk shook her head. "Just try and get him to the academy, okay? Even if he's not feeling anything, this still concerns all of us,"