#cass:threads

[mytarnishedsilver]

Cassandra had studied the spell carefully for many days. She’d figured out it was the one Helena had been trying to complete that day she’d heard her sister scream and gotten a spell book thrown at her for daring to check on her. (Maybe it hadn’t gone exactly like that, but that was the version Cassandra told herself happened).

She thought she’d cracked it, done the thing Helena had failed to do. Her eyes grew a cloudy white as she chanted over the pentagram in the middle of the floor, candles flickering in a circle around it. Blood dripped from her fingers, falling onto the chalk drawings, and after what felt like hours of incantations, smoke exploded from the center of the pentagram and when Cassandra’s vision cleared, a Papillon stood in front of her.

“A dog?” she said with a small curl of her lip. She’d been hoping for a black cat. Or maybe a crow or raven. Oh well. “You’ll have to do, I suppose.” She’d still be able to brag about her success to Helena.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

It had taken Cassandra a while to warm up to Cameron. Not from lack of interest, but moreso out of caution. She still wasn’t entirely convinced that at any moment her father or Q would come storming into the room where she and Cameron were and tear her away from him to be punished. He’d punish both of them, regardless of who Cam’s parents were probably. She didn’t want that to happen.

But sometimes she allowed herself to relax, like now, as she lay back in his arms on his couch, eyes closed as she gently brushed her fingers up and down his arm that was around her. “Mm. I should go soon.”

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[mytarnishedsilver]

She wasn’t seeking him out. She just happened to be in the same place as him. Cassandra stood outside the arcade, debating whether or not she wanted to be seen inside such a childish place. It was almost laughable. But she’d never been inside of an arcade before, and she was a little curious.

Still, to go inside would be a huge hit to her dignity. So she continued staying outside, arms crossed, watching the front door with a faint frown.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

Cassandra knew her father would be furious if he saw her in this outfit, which is why she’d worn a cloak when leaving the house. Now, however, she was free for a time, and she proudly displayed her body in the sheer dress, drinking up the looks she got but maintaining that air of aloofness that kept them at bay.

Well, most of them.

“Whatever it is you’re selling, I’m not interested,” she said to Cameron as he approached, not even looking at him as she sipped a glass of champagne.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

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“Vibe check, hm? Vibes can always change,” Cassandra said, waving down the bartender. “What do you like to drink? I’ll buy.” It was always better to get the humans drunk before leading them away to tap into their blood. She could always siphon the alcohol out of the blood magically later. The exception was children, who she put under an hypnosis spell to keep them from screaming at the sight of the needle.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

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“You sound like my sister,” Cassandra said, just barely scoffing at the woman. “She’s always blowing something up or getting into trouble with fire. Her actions are impetuous and dangerous. Fire must be controlled if it’s to be an effective tool.” She looked Jess up and down briefly but did not offer a hand in introduction. “You can call me Cassandra.” Cass was reserved for family and friends.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

“Do you have human blood in stock?” Cassandra asked the sales clerk. Her normal contact for blood was recovering from the earthquake and she had orders to fulfill. She knew it was unlikely that Oleander’s carried anything other than animal blood, considering selling blood in general required a license and was difficult to store, but desperate times required unpleasant measures sometimes.

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[mytarnishedsilver]

“I’m surprised you’re participating in this farce, but at least you actually have some style,” Cassandra observed as she found Oisín in the crowd of people. “They’re taking a celebration of darkness and the dead and making it about . . . cotton candy and roller coasters.” She wrinkled her nose. “It’s disgusting.”

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