Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

13- We Are Real

I have finally regained my wits enough to write this chapter after trying to get over a nasty cold and catching up on The Vampire Diaries (which means I need to catch up on The Walking Dead now). 

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Sierra

Chapter 13: We Are Real

Thea is at a complete loss for what to do.

She stays in her room for the next couple days, not daring to go out and not daring to let anyone in except Klaka, despite Loki's attempts at persistence.

She hasn't the slightest inkling she can turn to. Usually, she can seek solace with Videl, but naturally, she can't do that. She can't seek Jack or anyone else on Earth, and speaking to Loki about this is out of the question. As for Klaka, he doesn't offer much advice, but that could be because she refuses to tell him what's wrong.

As the second afternoon crawls by, Thea lies on her back on her bed and stares at the wood paneling of the ceiling, trying to get a grip on every fiber of emotion running through her very confused heart.

Everything had gone perfectly fine. Everything had been fine. A week ago, she'd been missing Jack and wishing for nothing than to feel his arms around her again. But then, Videl had appeared and something, something had come over her. It'd like she'd opened her eyes and seen someone completely different, someone completely beautiful and perfect and ...

Thea shakes her head but can't suppress a short scream of frustration. She refuses to cry, so instead, she sets the curtains around her bed on fire and lets them blaze for several seconds before putting out the torch.

That is perhaps not the most practical way to deal with your emotions.

Sitting up, she glares at Klaka, who is scratching his bat-like ear with one giant white paw. "Thank you, I don't need your help."

"You never need anyone's help, do you?" asks Videl.

Thea bangs her head on the wooden bed frame. Leaping to her feet, she sees Videl standing next to the edge of her balcony. Wairua is perched on his shoulder and four amber eyes are locked upon hers.

She puts a hand to her forehead. "What do you want? I don't want to see you."

"I know," says Videl quietly. He's wearing the same leather outfit from two nights ago. He looks like he's gotten little sleep and his curls are messy around his alabaster face.

"Get out," she spits even though she finds herself walking toward him regardless as if he were a magnet and she were a hopeless piece of metal. "I don't know what kind of hellish game you're playing with me, but I don't want to do with any of it."

"I'm not playing a game," says Videl. His voice is almost desperate. "I swear, this isn't my fault and this isn't your fault."

"Then who's fault is it? I suppose this is Neidra's fault too!"

"As a matter of fact, it is."

Thea stares. "What the f-"

"I can show you," says Videl, stopping feet from her. She can smell him, the wild scent of wind and salt and something vaguely flowery. "I can show you."

She hasn't stopped staring, trying to understand what he's saying. "How can you show me something that's Neidra's fault?"

"Because Myrinea told me it would happen."