Burning Desires

Chapter 3

A loud screeching sound rang through Anastasia’s room and within seconds she was up with hands burning. Her eyes flickered wildly, looking for the danger and when she finally found it, she groaned. The infamous, loud, deadly, alarm clock.

“Alexander! Why would you set my alarm clock for 4 AM?” Anastasia screamed down the short hallway. A thud and string of curse words later, the worn door opened to reveal an irritated Alexander.

“Do you have to yell? Some of us are trying to sleep and I didn’t touch your alarm clock,” Alexander practically growled out. At times Anastasia wondered why he did not shift since his wolf blood seemed very prominent. They had only recently turned eighteen, but if they were going to shift, it would have already happened.

She blinked sleepily and took another look at the alarm clock. A small dent in its side indicated where her hand had hit it in the nigh, setting the alarm to go off. Oops.

“Er…Well we should go ahead and train some if these rogues are as terrible as you say,” Anastasia finally declared before waltzing back into her room with as much dignity as she could muster and slamming the door.

Ignoring Alexander’s cursing, Anastasia began changing into a pair of shorts and a tank top. Once her sneakers were laced up, she bounded down the stairs to grab a quick bowl of cereal. Anastasia nearly inhaled the entire bowl as Alexander’s footsteps sounded from the stairs. Once he was ready to go, he wouldn’t allow anything or anyone including a meal stand in his way.

“Alright, c’mon then and lets have some training,” Alexander muttered, a smirk hinting on his face as he walked into his sister shoving cereal into her mouth. “You got a lil,” he chuckled, pointing all over her face where a few pieces of cereal had stuck. Anastasia shot him a glare before wiping off her face and grabbing his hand.

“You can’t complain if I’m the one having to drag you outside, jeez,” she pretended to scold him while pulling him through the back door. Rolling his eyes, Alexander snorted before stretching.

After both twins had stretched for a few minutes, they began to circle each other. Anastasia eyed her brother’s every move, waiting for him to attack first. Just a second before he launched, a flicker of an image flashed in her mind and Anastasia quickly rolled out of the way before launching her own counter attack.

The two twins threw kicks, punches, and tackles over and over, willing the other to admit defeat first. Anastasia noticed Alexander’s slow grin and immediately threw a ball of flames towards him. Momentarily distracted by trying not to burst into flames, Alexander dodged quickly behind a boulder.

“Hey! No fireballs!” he yelled with as much authority as he could while out of breath. Anastasia snickered, calling the ball of flames back to her with a flick of her wrist.

“Yeah and no paralyzing either, I saw the look on your face so don’t even try to deny it,” Anastasia countered before hopping up on the boulder and smiling wryly down at Alexander.  His only response was a low grunt and a quick narrowing of his eyes.

The twins sat in a comfortable silence, each getting their breath back while inspecting the area around their new backyard. A snap of twigs brought both of them to a standing position. Alexander slowly made his way to the other side of the boulder so he was next to his sister, slightly in front even.

After a few moments of silence, Anastasia relaxed visibly and waited for her brother to do the same. Although she considered herself the more paranoid of the two, Anastasia knew that Alexander would take longer to put his guard back down since he was so overprotective when she was with him.

Making her way back into the house, Anastasia called back, “Want anything to drink or do you just want to stare at the trees all day?” An almost snarl was her only response and she shrugged. Stubborn idiot, Anastasia thought while staring at her brother’s back from inside the house.

Within a few minutes, her water bottle was empty and Alexander was finally making his way inside with only a few lingering looks at the woods.  For the rest of the day, Anastasia and Alexander put all their belongings in their respective places and trained hard. As Anastasia swung her silver sword towards her brother, she found herself thinking about the band of rogues. Distracted, she did not even notice her brothers block and swing until it sliced her arm slightly. Anastasia jumped in shock before turning her furious scowl towards her brother.

“What the hell?” she screamed in irritation, her short temper rising as her arm stung and bled freely. Alexander simply shrugged and gave her a ‘you-should-have-been-paying-attention’ look. Anastasia’s arm was already healing but her anger was going nowhere but up.

With a quick snap of her fingers, Anastasia brought a burst of flames to her hands which quickly traveled up the blades. Snarling, she swung with more passion and fury at her momentarily shocked brother.

Alexander had never seen his sister be able to hold a flame on another object for so long and was proud. Well, proud until he saw the flaming blades coming right at him. Cursing under his breath, he quickly shielded himself as best he could and backed slowly away as Anastasia kept at him.

“Chill Anastasia! Don’t make me use my power on you,” Alexander threatened. Although he hated doing so, he would have to in a minute if she did not calm down. The threat of drawing attention to themselves even though they were on the outskirts of town was still heavy and he had to stop her.

“Alright, you leave me no choice,” he muttered finally before pushing her back once more with a block. Then, concentrating on Anastasia’s golden eyes that seemed to be burning with the flames in her hands, Alexander used part of his power trying to do as little harm as possible.

Through her rage of fury at her brother, at the rogues, at her father’s death, Anastasia suddenly felt the breath knock out of her and intense pain surged through her. Before she could truly respond to the pain however, she was passed out  on the grass. Before she hit the ground, Alexander caught his sister while the now flameless swords clattered to the ground.

Shaking his head sadly at having to use his power against his sister, Alexander carried Anastasia’s limp body up to her room before setting her down. Giving her one last glance, he made his way back downstairs and began putting away their weapons.

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Hey everyone! So I hope you liked this chapter, I know I had fun writing it since I had the image of her and her brother's battle scenes playing through my head. I hope I was able to make those images vivid for you too!

On the side is a picture of Anastasia with her flaming swords. A lot of people have been complimenting me for my pictures to the side so I just want to explain that on the Summary/Prologue the picture is the same as the cover and it is Anastasia with her flames. The picture on the first chapter is Anastasia with a black rose in her hair as mourning for her father. The picture on the second chapter is Alexander when they arrive in Creekview.

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