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Wednesday

I don't understand why my sister was so keen to come here, Lilith has always been less machoist than me but this school is a whole new level of torture. Especially when she ditches me on the first day and leaves me to suffer this cesspit on my own.

I stalk towards the fencing class, dressed in my all black training gear. They can't say anything thanks to my family and I know full well they allowed Lilith to keep her little red theme. It's very on brand of her.

The last dragon of her family. Or so the rumours claim. The most I've seen of her is fiery rage that she can contort into sheer power for magic, a skill which children can achieve.

The fencing classroom is bright and filled with light, the hall is much larger than I expected and filled with different mats for sparring. There's only one decent fighter here and she's practising against a newbie in the middle. How little honour to fight against someone so new without mercy or training, I almost admire the sadism.

My gaze flicks back and forth as I stride determinedly through the training hall, refusing to stop for any of the fights. The pair before me stops, however, as I walk past. One of the partners takes off his mask. I preferred him with it on. I don't need to see his pasty pale face and lanky hair, the one my sister couldn't take her eyes off of yesterday. She's not the type to develop a crush so easily. I wonder if he's threatened her somehow, that would capture her attention.

But Xavier here doesn't seem strong enough for that.

He seems anxious. His gaze constantly darts around- no. he's watching the doors and windows, he's waiting for something. Or someone. If he's waiting for Lilith he'll be here a while. She didn't show this morning where we were supposed to meet up and she wasn't in her dorm.

I'll have to ask Mrs Thornhill if she saw her. There was one of her plants on the work bench next to my sister's half unpacked bags. Her bed wasn't slept in and her phone that she insisted on buying this semester was left behind.

She wouldn't just leave without it.

If she managed to escape this hellhole without me I will kill her myself.

"Coach, coach, she tripped me." Don't whine about it boy. Suck it up and hurt her back.

He's laid back on the floor, a completely defeated and vulnerable position, with the girl standing above him. I watch with rapt fascination as she pulls off her face guard, revealing smooth dark skin and those famous siren eyes.

"It was a clean strike, Rowan."

Well at least the coach has some sense and doesn't show mercy. It would be boring if he did.

"Maybe if you whined less and practised more, you wouldn't suck." The siren - Bianca - mocks. "Seriously, Coach, when am I gonna get some real competition?"

"Anyone else want to challenge me?" She all but begs as the Coach hands Rowan back a pair of glasses.

"I do." I state, tone flat as I stare at Bianca.

She turns around, a moment of confusion before understanding flares in her eyes. Her face contorts with a delightful malice as she smiles with too much.

"Oh, you must be the psychopath they let in." Bianca states with a bright smile.

"And you must be the self-appointed Queen Bee."

She makes a quick face of agreement before going back to her creepy smile.

"Interesting thing about bees. Pull out their stingers and they drop dead."

Satisfaction rolls through me when she pulls back, a flicker of panic crossing her face as she looks around and sees the amused expressions of her peers.

"Rowan doesn't need you to come to his defence."

Xavier shifts to my right.

"He's not hopeless, he's lazy."

"Are we doing this or not?" I demand irritation and impatience boiling within me.

Bianca flicks her head to the side with understanding, quickly moving to her spot as we get into position. We pull down our masks at the Coach's command, foil blades rising. This should be fun.

The fight is swift and brutal. We trade blows, pushing the other forward and back as offence and defence switch regularly. I catch Xavier's surprise from the corner of my eye when I score a point against Bianca.

My win is short lived when she quickly scores a point against me in half the time, and we're down to a final match.

I've always been an all or nothing kind of girl.

"That first point was beginner's luck. Perhaps you should have that sister of yours tutor you." Bianca smirks. "Or maybe just let her to continue fighting your battles for you."

What the hell is she talking about.

Movement catches my eye and I see Xavier shift closer to one of the windows, hand stretching out slightly as some kind of dark- moth? Butterfly? Flutters towards his awaiting hand. He gradles it gently and the shadow appears to clamber up his arm.

"For the final challenge," I begin, spinning slightly to keep a leaving Xavier in my sight, "I would like to invoke a military challenge."

I don't bother acknowledging Bianca's nose of surprise, or the student's shock. I instead focus on the boy leaving the hall and the little shadow creature curled around his ear.

"No masks."

Worry flashes across Xavier's face.

"No tips."

He grabs his stuff.

"Winner draws first blood."

He practically runs from the room.

Bianca loses a short laugh, shock and hesitance warring with her need to dominate and win.

"It's your decision Bianca." The coach states, clearly wanting to see this fight. I'm starting to like him. He doesn't speak much but when he does, it allows bloodshed.

Bianca tilts her head, the movement of a pure predator and nothing more.

"Let's see if you bleed in black and white."

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"Your face finally got that splash of colour it so desperately needed." The words echo around my head as I stride through the halls in search of my sister. They insisted I go to infirmary because of some ridiculous school policy. How tedious.

I don't like being bested.

Lilith would tell me I need to be more humble, to know when to accept defeat. Then learn from it, train better and triumph. Her favourite words are fail, fail again, fail better, and triumph.

Except she only ever uses them in reference to me.

The second it's about her it's all 'face my wrath' and 'hear my fury' and 'i'll burn your godforsaken village to the ground'... she is a true icon of destruction.

"You're Wednesday, right?" the boy, Rowan, asks. "The new kid with the whole Yin and Yang vibe going on with her sister."

Silence is his only answer.

Currently the Yin to my Yang is missing and I'd quite like to find her so he needs to shut up.

"I- I know how you feel." He tries to relate, to make a friend.

"I highly doubt that you do."

"My mother promised me that I would finally fit in somewhere." Oh woe is you Rowan, grow up. He takes a sharp intake of breath "I never thought it was possible to be an outcast in a school of outcasts."

"But it looks like you're going to give me a run for my money." There's something wrong with Rowan's smile. He's losing the plot and not in a fun way. "Uh... sorry about the nick."

"No good deed goes unpunished."

Can we hurry this along already? I want to find Lilith and I'm hoping he understands my flat tone and leaves me alone.

Actually, I don't have time for this. Lilith is more important.

I grab my coat and umbrella, quickly striding from the room without a backwards glance. I open the door and freeze. The water fountain bubbles and glugs next to me. Except there's no one nearby to have just drank from it.

Ah, Thing.

I smirk and walk away. Pretending as though I didn't see him to prolong the hunt. I might not enjoy the hunt as much as my sister but we do both relish in the kill. Quickly popping out my Umbrella as I stride out into the courtyard and begin searching for my sister.

The walk to her room is long and tedious. I wonder if someone made a secret passage to cut down on time. Lilith's bedroom is just as untouched as before, the work space below is no better. I sigh in irritation, unable to stop my unease from growing.

Something is wrong with her, I know it.

Where the hell is she? I huff and reach for the plant noticing the base has gone dry and that it needs-

Why the hell is this monstrosity in my sister's room?

Blinding anger flares and I lunge forward, intend on smashing the pot and burning the godforsaken Dragon's poison myself. The pot is warm, practically red hot to the touch but-

The breeze is cold and dead as it floats through the forest, shifting the rolling mist as the ground is slowly blanketed in white. Creaking trees shift and moan, filling the dim midnight light with sound and emotion. Each branch is slowly filled with cobwebs of mist, the moisture building and swirling in the darkened forest.

Leaves underfoot turn slick and shimmery, the droplets clinging to their smooth surfaces and the sound of footsteps echos ominously through the heavy silence. I turn, turn and spin around. Desperately searching for the source of the noise.

Lilith.

She's walking along an unseen path, she strides confidently and her face is blank. So carefully emotionless. Her normally expressive eyes are dead to the world, her blue eyes tinged with an unnatural purple that has turned the whites of her eyes yellow. It's like she's in a trance. She wears the uniform we were given yesterday and I catch sight of the tag on the back of her collar. This vision is from the past then, some time last night.

I follow my sister through the forest, stumbling slightly when the vision speeds up. We freeze. There's a deer before us. My sister, slowly and with an unnatural elegance lowers herself into a low crouch. One knee resting on the floor and the other balancing her arm as she toys with the black claws slowly extending from her nails.

Well that's new.

Twigs snap and the deer perks up.

We watch with rapt attention as a pair of glowing eyes appear behind the deer, amber eyes fixated on its prey as the Dire wolf stalks towards its prey. Wholly unaware of the new predator lurking in the shadows.

With measured footsteps I round the little hollow we find ourselves, moving till I can see both the wolf stalking the deer and observing my sister's face. Her normally pale blue eyes are a glittering gold, swirling with a hidden glow that makes the edges almost red.

Fire.

Pure molten heat rolls in her gaze and I can't stop my gasp of shock when I catch sight of the slitted pupils. A true dragon. I always knew my sister was more beast than human but this- this will be the icing on the cake for her mother. The perfect tool for her family to regain power over the dwindling Dracona.

And with Lilith's heir status-

A roar of pain breaks off my thoughts and I stumble back in horror, falling onto my back as I scramble away. I don't dare take my eyes off the wolf scrapping with my sister as the two flip each other back and forth.

Fire erupts, engulfing Lilith till her clothes are ablaze and she once again tackles the rare wolf. I gasp in shock as its fur catches fire, the wolf's teeth flashing.

My cry of fear echoes unheard when my sister is flung against a tree after striking a killing blow on the wolf. Its burnt out husk slumps to the floor, mimicking my sister's movements.

The only movements and sound in the clearing is that of my sister's clothes burning to ash until that too goes silent.

A/N: What scenes do you want to see between Xavier and Lilith?