*In Alexander's Home***
"Please, I implore that you rest sir." The trembling assistant whispered. Alexander waved his hand dismissively as he sat in his living room watching the video feed from his lab. His eyes fixated on the tank.
"I've rested.." Alexander mumbled as he continued to stare. "Sir-"
"That is enough. Is there any update from the video I sent?" The assistant shook her head, "no sir. They sent it back ." She held up the packaged tape for her bosses inspection. Alexander shot up from his seat, swiping his hands along his cluttered coffee table as he went. "I know what I saw!" The mad scientist cried, "I know it was her!"
He flipped the table and the assistant whimpered as she forced herself to keep her composure. He stomped past her, throwing whatever his hands came into contact with.
When he wondered into another room the assistant dialed a number she was explicitly told to only dial in case of an emergency.
Her boss's growing rages counted as such a case.
***A little over a week ago, at Zafrina's home:
Myriah shook her head and she took a deep breath. The chaos of battle completely lost to her.
"Please..." She whispered. "Let me heal this girl..." She pleaded more to herself than anyone.
'Inta peṇṇukku iyaṟkai vāḻkkaiyiṉ pāttirattai nīṅkaḷ vaḷaippīrkaḷ(You would bend the role of natural life for this girl?)'
Myriah let her tears fall and she forced herself to stay awake. Spyria as an entity, wore her greatly.
"Why should I have all of this power if I cannot help this girl?" She muttered as she pressed her hands into Atoli's chest. 'Viṣattil kavaṉam celuttuṅkaḷ. Atai uṅkaḷukku aḻaikkavum (Focus on the poison. Call it to you.)' Myriah took another deep calming breath as she felt the metal in her hands. She felt herself growing weaker as she slowly pulled the silver bullet from Atolis chest. Myriah tossed it aside and she once more put her hand just above Atolis chest. 'Inta peṇ iṉṉum maraṇa vācalil irukkiṟāḷ. Nī ippoḻutu eṉṉa ceyvāy? (This girl is still at deaths door. What will you do now?)'
"What will I do?" Myriah pondered the question as she attempted to call Spryias energy to her, "The correct question is that will we do?" Myriah whispered, "That woman said for me to let you teach me..."
Myriah forced herself to remain strong, she drew all of the power that she could muster,
"So teach me, Spryia."
***Present: A week after the battle**
Atoli woke up to see Angalo sitting beside her. He had tears in his eyes and he was stroking her hair. "Hey,..." she gasped when she felt the ache in her chest.
"How are you feeling?"
Angalo murmured as he gently touched her chest where a faint scar was in place of her wound. "I've been better. Where are we?" Atoli asked as she looked around herself. "We're at home." Angalo sighed as Axel decided to make himself known, "Nice of you to join us, sleeping beauty." Atoli blinked as Axel strode into the room with two bags of blood in his hand, "Looks like the tables are turned this time, princess." Angalo watched Atoli smile beautifully at his brother as he handed her a bag, and decided to sit beside her and drink the second one while she drank the first. Angalo looked at the few bags of blood that were in a small ice chest at his feet...
Axel, Angalo watched him tease Atoli...He had almost died...
Angalo's solemn gaze returned to Atoli who had closed her eyes again. She did die... Myriah saved her life...Then she woke up and took the silver nitrate from Axel's blood and she fainted again....
There were no words to describe his gratitude to Myriah. She brought Atoli back. That girl risked her own life to ensure that Atoli would live... without a second thought to the consequences of her actions. To see genuine kindness and pure hearted love like that gave him a sense of hope in what he and his people were fighting for…
***
"Hey..."
Angalo spun around dropping the glass of blood in his hand, shattering it. He looked at Axel with wide eyes.
"You're up.." Angalo whispered. Axel nodded he leaned against the wall closest to him with a groan as he put his hand on his head.
"You need blood." Angalo murmured as he took out another two bags of blood. He walked to the pantry and he took out two new glasses. Angalo walked to the table and he sat down as did Axel with a sigh and a wince. "You nearly died." Angalo murmured as he fixed the first glass of blood for Axel who watched his elder brother with knowing eyes. "You siphoned darkness, little brother." The elder vampire murmured, "What were you thinking?"
Axel narrowed his eyes, "Then you decided to go and tease your sister in law as if you're perfectly fine." Angalo could'nt find it in his heart to glare at his brother, watching him, sit and think over the past few days.. Anglao knew that if Atoli were in Myriah's place and he in Axel's... he would have done the same.
Angalo never showed it because it made Axel mad, but he is very protective of his little brother since the incident with their parents. Angalo shoved the glass toward Axel who took it with another sigh.
"Atoli did die..." Angalo whispered, looking at his own glass. He got up and took a bottle of red wine to mix with his blood. Axel tilted his head. "She did." He confirmed, "And now she is alive. She is able to be with you, brother." He murmured thoughtfully. Angalo sighed again as he took a big drink of his wine.
"Myriah managed to bring Atoli back by pulling the silver nitrate from her blood." Angalo sighed, "the way Myriah put it, As she pulled the silver from her blood, she also pulled magic." Axel tilted his head, "In conclusion, Atoli is similar to a newborn, she must gain the magic in her blood as time takes its toll on her." Axel sighed as he took a drink of his blood. "She's always liked to live on the edge... You know she will get bored.." He murmured. "She's alive" Angalo growled. "That fight nearly killed her and you." Axel took another drink and he nodded. "That's only because we've allowed ourselves to grow lax in the humans incompetence." Axel took a sip from his glass, "I never thought they'd come up with a way for the metal to attack our blood." He said as he shook his head. "I guess this is the consequence of my own arrogance." He murmured with a solemn sigh. "And Myriah...." Axel whispered, Angalo looked at his little brother as his eyes grew distant. "She's barely turned...and she saved us..." Angalo tilted his head, never missing a chance to tease his little brother. "What amazes you more, Axel?" Angalo asked as he looked into his glass. "Her power? Or her beauty?" Axel looked at his glass and he took another big gulp. He knew what his brother saw. However she was vulnerable to this war... her heart was too big and too gentle for the hell she had been through. She was too soft for the corse actions of war.
"What is it about this girl that vexes you?" Angalo asked looking at his brother now. Axel stood up and he drank the last of his blood. "Nothing." Axel said in a dangerous tone.
"I think, little brother. That you are being foolish." Angalo murmured. "Those of us who siphon the darkness grow mad. And you, are well aware of that risk." Axel clenched his fists, but his brother kept speaking, "You know it is forbidden among our people." Axel sighed at his brothers words, "Yet you did it. You protect the girl in a way that you will never admit aloud, little brother. And I wonder: are you fighting a losing battle in denying your infatuation with this girl?". Axel growled, "Will you allow yourself to die for this girl?" Angalo asked again, "Can you continue to deny the feelings that link you to the girl? Will you continue to lie to her?" the younger male stormed from the room. His elder brother knew nothing. He saw nothing. He thought with another growl.
Nothing could happen with Myriah. Nothing would happen with Myriah. He thought as he found himself back in Atoli's room where Myriah sat before Atoli, checking on her, whispering apologies, and comforting words. Axel watched her curious. What must it be like to be the only one of your kind? To know one life then be thrown into another? To have more questions than answers?
His heart ached for her. The pain made Axel wince as he slowly made his way back to his own room.