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Lilith watch with curiosity at the way Vlad re-positioned himself in the chair and tried to regain his composure after his unexpected outburst. It wasn’t unlike him to loose his temper over the smallest things that, to Lilith at least, seemed unimportant. But there was something off about Vlad tonight, whatever it was there was something about Arya that seemed to irritate the vampire more than usual. 

“No you misunderstand” Vlad continued nonchalantly with his usual less than enthused attitude, “I can only handle your brother for so long in small doses... him plus her together? I think I would rather willingly put myself into my own grave for an eternal slumber than ever having to deal with that”.

Lilith grinned delighted at the prospect of seeing Vlad so annoyed. She studied Aryas face again more thoroughly this time noticing just how beautiful she really was even with tears streaking down her face. She could feel Vlads scrutinizing eyes on her, “Oh I have a feeling Arya and I are going to be good friends”.

“That’s precisely what I’m afraid of” 

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Late in the night a shadowy figured moved about the manor house soundlessly going room to room before stepping into Arya’s room.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere and here you are sitting in the dark watching your gust while she sleeps” the shadowy figure spoke stepping into the soft moon light trickling in from the windows to reveal a slender young woman. “How.... hospitable of you. I brought the clothing like you asked.”

From the dark corner in the room came a heavy sigh in response.

“Lilith”

“You’re welcome” Lilith cocked her head to side examining the figure curled up in the bed. “Is that your clothing she’s wearing? Poor thing. You know she’s way out of your league and sitting here like a creep in the dark isn’t exactly helping your case”

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“An entitled spoilt little brat whom throws tantrums when something displeases her. What a disgrace to the Flynn name. Is she always this petulant?” Vlad watched Arya with a haughty lift of his brow.

“Just for you vein muncher” she shot back at him without bothering to turn around, “but I didn’t ask for your opinion. It’s irrelevant. And you!” Arya jabbed a finger at Nathan, “I’m only going to ask you this one more time or so help me-”

“Stop it! Would you just stop it!” Nathan’s patience finally snapped in two, “even if your father WAS still alive he wouldn’t want you there! He made you promise to get out! Gave his life just so you could get away and be safe and what do you want to do?”

Arya flinched at the mention of her father. Nathan and her argued all the time especially since they grew up more like siblings than cousins, but he had never yelled at her. Not once. Each word he spat was like a dagger to her already flimsy wall around her heart.

“Run, head first back into the danger?” He continued “Just stop being so stubborn and think! We’re beaten, exhausted and not to mentioned injured, what good do you think we would be hm? We would be sitting ducks against the Elders and putting even more lives at risk when someone would inevitably have to save our asses.”

From behind Nathan Rowena stepped forward on unsteady feet. “Arya... I think Vlad and Nathan are right. W-well at least what I think they mean to say .... We’re here a-and there’s nothing we can do about it. We’re all drained..” Ro paused eyes widening as she glanced at Vlad “m-magically drained...”she added quickly. “We have nothing to offer. A-and a shower sounds nice. I don’t think I can stand much longer. M-maybe if we clean up and tend to our wounds we might be able to think clearer and be more useful?”

The last part was said just above a whisper but it was what finally broke her will to fight.

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*lets ignore all the spelling mistakes O.o 

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The coffee had just begun to kick in and Arya was starting to actually enjoy the walk when her father interrupted the peaceful silence.

“It’s so beautiful today, finally after a week straight of rain it’s nice to see that the sun does in fact still exist and you wanted to stay inside”

Arya snorted at her father.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she smiled “I just think it’s funny that as much as you hate rain you chose one of the raniest places to live”

“Okay, that was technically your uncle Ricks fault, he knew I can’t say no to a bet. Although, I’m still not sure who one that one”.

This was news to Arya, “Wow the Silas Flynn renouned spellcaster, hoodwinked by his own little brother? That must hurt to admit.”

“Yeah and there wasn’t a day that passed by where that little punk didn’t remind me of the fact. God he was such a pain...I miss him”.

The soft sad tone of her fathers voice made her heart squeeze, she missed her uncle Rick too and seeing how happy her father used to be when he was alive.

“Speaking of, have you heard from Nathaniel?”

“No not recently” her cousin had been unusually quiet since the last meeting.

“Hm, he’s supposed to be here for the meeting. We need him.”

“Why is this meeting such a big deal anyways? I thought we were safe?”

Arya caught the beat of hesitation from her father. A fraction of a second that would go unoticed by almost anyone else, it piqued her curiosity.

“We are... safe, at least we have been these past couple decades but that wasn’t the case for most covens back when it was common to have active feueds and wars against one another. It’s why keeping the laylines clear was- is so important. Without them we wouldn’t be able to place wards up around our coven which keep us from attacks, which as you know over time weaken. Meaning that once a year a coven needs to strengthen their wards, and to do this the wards must come down completely leaving them vulnerable. Historically speaking it’s when most covens were attacked.”

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As the first rays of sunlight crested the peaks of the mountains and life once again stirred in the valley, inside an unfamiliar room Arya stirred from a deep sleep and sat up in bed groggily rubbing away the last traces of her bizzar dreams from her eyes. She struggled to remember what her dreams had been about as fuzzy images teased her in the back of her mind. Judging by how swollen her eyes felt they hadn’t been good and perhaps were best left forgotten. She cracked an eye open squinting against the bright light trickling in from the window. Ever so slowly her eyes began to focused on her surroundings and within the beat of a heart that fleeting moment of peace came crashing down bringing her back to reality. Her dream suddenly came back to her in vivid detail.

A groan slipped past her lips as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed, body aching with the reminder of everything that had happened yesterday. 

“shiiiit” she cussed quietly to herself “it wasn’t a dream. Damn it.”

She felt like curling into a ball and going back to sleep forever to avoid dealing with the reality of her life. The guilt that had nagged at her yesterday was now consuming her from the inside out. How quick she had been to crumble when she had gotten tiered last night.

“I can’t believe I let them talk me into staying...stupid” Arya felt so dumb, so naive and little.

“I need to go find my dad. Y-yeah..he could need me..” even to her own ears it sounded doubtful but she pushed away those feeling focusing in on the guilt instead. Letting it lead her in her decision.

“And I’m not letting that arrogant leech stop me this time”

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“Hm. Regardless, I can already tell she’s going to be a pain in the ass to deal with. She’s spirited and mouthy” Two traits she had definitely inherited from her mother. The mere thought of the girls mother sent a pulse of irritation through his veins. He understood when Eva made the decision to leave Silas and the coven and live under the radar, but he had always figured that Arya would be raised knowing what she was. Fools, and now look at who has to deal with this mess now.  He thought to himself.

“God Vlad if you could hear yourself” Lilith continued to berate him, “You sound like a real grumpy old geezer”.

Ignoring Lilith's remarks he sat back down to try and figure out how to fix this mess he had been handed.

“I’m going to need someone to train her”

“Caleb is a decent trainer” Lilith offered.

Vlad's head snapped up at neck breaking speed “NO!” he yelled in a burst of anger that exploded from his chest.

There was a beat of silence where Vlad realized his mistake and quickly looked to see if he had awoken the girl, he missed the way Lilith's eyebrows shot up in surprise at his outburst.

“It was just a suggestion, no need to get worked up. If it matters that much why don’t you train her?”

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“That’s not- I” Vlad stopped himself. Why was he wasting his breath trying to defend himself against such a preposterous accusation. He shook his head clear of such wild thoughts and sighed. Lilith knew just how to get under his skin. “she may look like a sweet innocent angel while sleeping but I assure you she is anything but that. An insufferable whiny brat is what she is. She’s been keeping me up, I can’t concentrate or do anything”

Vlad stood up and walked to the side of the bed to examine the girl. She looked innocent and peaceful with the soft moonlight outlining her figure, one could almost mistake her for looking like an angel. Vlad frowned to himself at the intrusive thought. 

“It’s been hours since she arrived and yet she still cries. Even in her sleep now. It’s one of the most annoying sounds I’ve ever heard”

The muffled sniffles and crying into her pillow he could hear it all regardless of where in the house he went, there was no escaping the sounds. After hours of trying, and failing, to ignore the noise he had decided to check up on the girl. 

“Vlad!” Lilith scolded “the poor girl just lost her father and coven less than twelve hours ago. Try to have a little bit of sympathy”.