Fallen Stars

Chapter 6

Hey guys! I wanted to thank you all for all the votes and reads. I had kind of given up on this story, it just wasn't really working out but you guys gave me the inspiration to keep going. I want to do a special shoutout and dedicate this chapter to SaraahJahan for giving me the inspiration to write again. So again, thank you guys so much for everything!

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One, two.

One, two.

Over and over.

Again.

The rhythm of my fists slamming into the punching bag was the only sound in the training room. The vampires had let me out of bed rest two weeks ago but I had still somehow gotten out of shape. I was determined to get better, to be able to kick their butts when we sparred.

I hit the bag one last time, the punch full of all my anger and frustration. The bag exploded and flew around the room. I would let them clean that up. Even with everything they were trying to do to make up for my unusual change, I was still holding a grudge. Let them take care of everything I do. I don't owe them anything.

I walked over to a bench and used my towel to wipe the dripping sweat off my neck. I grabbed a water bottle and took a long swig, savoring the cold, fresh liquid soothing my aching throat. The door opened and I was instantly up in a strategic position between the weapons stores and the door. I only relaxed slightly when I saw who it was.

Asher and I hadn't talked much since I woke up from my coma. Well, I mostly just avoided him. I wasn't a social person especially when it came to the vampire who was still making me wonder what happened to me.

"Training again? Is that all you ever do besides going out of your way to ignore me and not have to see me?" Straight to the point. I guess it bothered him more than I thought.

I straightened up and threw the towel still around my neck on the bench. "Why do you always ask pointless questions? If your here you may as well spar with me, see if I'm fully back in shape." I raised an eyebrow at him then started walking to the sparring ring.

All of the sudden, I felt him smirk. I felt it like when I could feel Ace doing something. I felt it like how I felt things over a mind link. I froze up but then whirled around as I felt it again, but this time it was him launching himself at me.

I caught his fist in the palm of my hand and smirked back at him as I used my other hand to jab him in the stomach. He doubled over, out of breath and in pain, and I used that opportunity to sweep his legs out from under him. I pinned Asher to the floor in seconds, my forearm digging into his throat and my fangs bared in front of his face, inches from his neck. I won.

Then I was being kicked off of him and Asher charged at me, hitting my defense like no one else could. I realized, with a start, that those first few seconds he was just playing with me. It made my blood boil. I started getting faster, pushing him and myself harder. My skin was heating, sweat was flying off my body as I moved. That's when it happened. For the first time in weeks, I felt a strong ripple of fire through me and my sweat turned to steam.

I started laughing and Asher backed up, getting ready to defend like none other. He would need it. I shot at him, my strength and speed of a star restored. He blocked my punches with a concentrated face but I still couldn't get past his stupid defense. I wanted to hit him hard a bit, my final and slightly immature act of revenge.

I threw a punch like the one that had the sandbag still in ruins against the wall and he caught it in the palm of his hand. He went flying across the room but somehow managed to stay on his feet. That was it. I was done playing. A bit of fire couldn't hurt him to much, especially after all he'd done to hurt me.

I smirked and shot a dagger of flame towards him, only for it to hiss into steam against a wall of ice.