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Lucien stood motionless among the ancient oak trees, their twisted branches reaching toward a sky heavy with storm clouds. The summons from the Council still pissed him off. Jacob's discovery of Scarlett had forced his hand – another debt he'd need to settle with Ezra's spy when the time was right. These weren't ordinary trees – they stood in a perfect circle, their trunks marked with weathered symbols that most human eyes would dismiss as natural scarring. To those who knew what to look for, however, these marks told a different story. They were one of many portals to the vampire settlement, though this particular one was the only one Lucien had ever trusted. He'd used it centuries ago when he first chose exile, and now it would serve as his path back to a world he'd deliberately left behind. "The things we do for love," he muttered, his usual playful smirk nowhere to be seen. The weight of what he was about to do – returning home after so long – pressed down on him like a physic
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As Lucien walked deeper into the settlement, unbidden memories of Elena Hayes flooded his mind. He could almost see her ghost walking these same cobbled streets, her eyes wide with wonder and that fearless smile he'd both loved and feared. How young she'd been, how recklessly brave, forgetting she was the only human in a city of predators. "You can't just run off like that," he'd told her then, catching her arm as she'd nearly wandered into a blood feast. "This isn't your world." "But it could be," she'd replied, her eyes shining with that dangerous hope that would eventually lead to their downfall. Her laughter had echoed off the ancient stones that day, drawing curious and hungry looks from nearby vampires. A ghost of a smile touched his lips before he forcibly cleared the memories away. He hadn't set foot in the settlement since Elena's time, and now here he was, drawn back by another Hayes woman with the same dangerous spark in her eyes. The universe, it seemed, had a cruel
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Lucien stood before the Originals, his head held high despite the weight of centuries of pressure pressing down on him at this moment. Torchlight flickered across the ancient stone walls of the council chamber, casting dancing shadows that seemed alive. This room held too many memories. He'd stood in this exact spot centuries ago, desperately trying to protect Elena Hayes. Now here he was again, fighting for another Hayes woman. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor. The Thirteen thrones formed a half circle before him, each one as unique as its owner. The shadows around King Arthur's throne writhed and twisted like living things. Ice crystals grew and melted endlessly around Frost's seat. Lord Inferno's throne smoldered with tiny flames, while Lord Gordon's was wreathed in prophetic mist. There were there like illusions but not really there. Powers display that is. Lucien's eyes locked with Ezra's. They shared the same gray eyes that marked them as dreamwalkers,
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Lucien watched in tense silence as the hands rose one by one, each movement feeling like an eternity. His keen eyes counted them methodically, each vote for death feeling like another silver stake through his chest. Lord Inferno's burning hand rose first, flames dancing around his fingers like eager serpents. Lord Constantine's calculating gesture followed, his ancient eyes never leaving Lucien's face. Lady Victoria's trembling fingers lifted next, red tears still staining her cheeks. Three more hands joined them - six in total, condemning Scarlett to death. The opposition showed their stance with equal gravity. Five hands stood against execution, including Lady Mara's ghostly signal of dissent, her ethereal form flickering with emotion. The vote now balanced on a knife's edge, with only King Arthur's decision remaining. Eleven votes cast, one abstention, and the King's voice yet to be heard. The chamber grew so quiet that even vampire hearing couldn't detect a sound. Arthur sat mo
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Lucien couldn't shake the feeling that something was different about Electra as he studied her in the dim corridor. The shadows around her writhed following her every movements like faithful pets, and her armor still seemed to drink in what little light reached them, but there was something else. Something in the way she held herself, perhaps, or in the depths of those black eyes that hadn't been there before. After centuries of knowing someone, even the smallest changes became glaringly obvious. Her presence still stirred memories from him that he'd rather keep buried – of midnight conversations in these same halls, of battles fought side by side, of the way she'd look at him when she thought he wasn't watching. Of how she'd been the last one to try to stop him from leaving after Elena's death. "What do you want, Electra?" The words came out more tired than he'd intended. The council meeting had drained him more than he cared to admit, and her presence now felt like salt in fresh w
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Scarlett absently twirled her pen between her fingers, trying to focus on the chemistry formulas Mr. Peterson was writing on the board. But her mind kept drifting to Lucien, like a compass needle always finding north. A week. He'd been gone for a whole week, and though she tried to tell herself everything was fine, the nightmares hadn't stopped. Every night they came – visions of Lucien standing before ancient vampires in a dark chamber, their eyes cold and merciless as they passed judgment. In some dreams, she saw him bound in silver chains that burned his skin, his proud head bowed before beings so ancient they made him look young. In others, she found herself surrounded by red-eyed shadows with gleaming fangs, their laughter echoing as they closed in around her. She'd wake up gasping, heart pounding, reaching for her phone to check if he'd messaged, only to find nothing but silence. 'He's okay,' she told herself for the hundredth time. 'He has to be okay.' But the memory of his f
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The Westbrook Mall buzzed with weekend energy, music drifting from various stores and mixing with the constant hum of conversation. Scarlett found herself trailing slightly behind her group, watching as her friends paired off with almost practiced efficiency. Sarah had somehow ended up walking beside Mark, their hands occasionally brushing as they walked, causing both to blush and look away. Josephine had claimed Jason's attention with questions about the upcoming basketball game, while Bella and David were deep in conversation about some Netflix show they both apparently loved."Wait, you watched the whole third season in one night?" Bella's laugh carried back to Scarlett. "I thought I was the only one who did that!""I couldn't stop," David admitted, running a hand through his dark hair sheepishly. "I had to know what happened next."Scarlett smiled despite the slight ache in her chest. She was happy for her friends, truly, but watching them pair off so naturally made Lucien's absen
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The evening air was cool against Liam's skin as he walked aimlessly through the familiar streets, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his basketball shorts. His mind kept circling back to Scarlett, to all the mistakes he'd made, to how blind he'd been. The streetlights were just starting to flicker on, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror his dark thoughts. Above him, clouds scudded across the face of the moon, making the night seem even more ominous than it already felt. He remembered that first day so clearly now – how Claire had approached them after school, her designer bag swinging casually from her shoulder, her friends clustered around her like a perfectly coordinated entourage. He'd been waiting for Scarlett, like he always did back then, and Claire had swooped in with a bright smile and easy conversation. The late afternoon sun had caught in her perfectly styled hair, making it shine like spun gold. She'd looked like something out of a movie, and he'd fallen for the ac
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Morning light streamed through the kitchen window, painfully bright to Scarlett's exhausted eyes. She hadn't slept a wink after the incident with the blood message and Lucien's cryptic words. Instead, she'd spent the remaining hours of darkness huddled in her bedroom with every light switched on, jumping at every creak and groan of the house settling. The distant sound of a key turning in the front door lock made Scarlett's heart skip a beat before she remembered—it was just her mother returning from her night shift. With a deep breath, she pushed herself up from the kitchen table where she'd been nursing a cup of cold coffee and went to greet her. "Mom?" Scarlett called softly, making her way to the entryway. Her mother looked up as she hung her coat on the hook by the door, seeming startled by Scarlett's presence. "Sweetheart! You're up early." She tilted her head, studying Scarlett's face. "Goodness, you look exhausted. Trouble sleeping?" Scarlett managed a weak nod, her eyes d
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Night had fallen by the time Scarlett made it home, the house dark and empty. Her mother's night shift had already begun, leaving Scarlett alone with her thoughts and fears. She checked every lock twice, drew every curtain, and still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. After a meager dinner of cold cereal—the only thing her churning stomach could handle—she retreated to her bedroom, pulling out her notebook of lucid dreaming research. The pages blurred before her eyes as exhaustion tugged at her consciousness. No matter how much she tried to focus, her mind kept drifting back to the day's events: her mother's strange behavior that morning, Claire's fear, Liam's memories, and Lucien's absence. Where was he when she needed him most? Her phone remained stubbornly silent, her texts unanswered. The clock on her desk ticked past midnight as she flipped through her notes, desperate for something—anything—that might explain what was happening. "I should just go to sleep," s
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The hallways of Crestwood Academy seemed normal enough on the surface—students rushing to class, lockers slamming, the usual sense of teenage life—but to Scarlett, everything felt off-way off. Like the world had shifted slightly on its axis when she wasn't looking. Lucien's absence was the first thing she'd noticed. He didn't approach her on her way home as usual, his desk empty with Mr Peterson marking him absent without comment. No text explaining why. No warning he wouldn't be there. Just... gone. But it was Claire's behavior that truly unsettled her. Claire—who had made it her personal mission to torment Scarlett since she started this school—was acting like a cornered animal. Jumpy. Paranoid. Her usual confidence replaced by something that looked suspiciously like fear. During lunch, Scarlett watched as Claire's eyes darted nervously around the cafeteria, flinching at every loud noise. When their gazes accidentally met across the room, Claire's face drained of color, and
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Morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden table. Scarlett sat with her bowl of cereal untouched before her, the flakes slowly turning to mush as she stared absently at them. Dark circles shadowed her eyes—evidence of her sleepless night after the nightmare that had felt too real to dismiss. Across the table, her mother nursed a cup of coffee, her third since waking. Usually, the morning routine was filled with her mother's chatter about hospital gossip or gentle reminders about Scarlett's schedule. Today, there was only silence, broken occasionally by the soft ticking of the wall clock and the distant sound of birds outside. Scarlett watched her mother with growing concern. She seemed... off. Present physically but mentally elsewhere, staring into her coffee mug as if it contained mysteries she couldn't quite decipher. Every few minutes, she would lift the mug to her lips, then pause, looking momentarily confused abou
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Cold air swirled around her skin, not like a natural breeze but like ghostly fingers trailing across her arms, her neck, her face. Each touch sent violent shivers through her body. "Hello?" she called out, her voice sounding muffled and distant, as if the void itself was absorbing the sound. "Is anyone here?" Silence answered her, pressing against her eardrums with its weight. Scarlett turned slowly, searching for any landmark, any point of reference in the featureless expanse. There was nothing but darkness and more darkness. Then, a voice—low, rich, and filled with amusement—whispered from somewhere both impossibly far away and terrifyingly close. "You're finally listening." The words seemed to caress her skin, each syllable leaving a trail of ice in its wake. Scarlett spun around, trying to locate the source, but the voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Who's there?" she demanded, forcing steel into her voice despite the fear bubbling in her chest. "Show yourself!"
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Scarlett locked the front door after Lucien left, sliding the deadbolt into place with a solid click that echoed in the quiet foyer. She stood there for a moment, her palm flat against the cool wood, remembering the intensity in Lucien's eyes when he'd told her to secure everything. "Lock your doors tonight, Scarlett. All of them. And your windows." His words replayed in her mind as she moved through the house, methodically checking each window and ensuring each latch was firmly secured. The house was silent except for the steady tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway, its pendulum swinging with hypnotic regularity. Her mother had already retired upstairs, exhaustion finally claiming her after her hospital shift and the unexpected dinner guest. In the living room, Scarlett's fingers hovered over the light switch. The darkness beyond the windows seemed to press against the glass, watching, waiting. She hesitated, glancing toward the window that faced the old oak tree—the
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Scarlett walked closer to the shadow, her heart hammering against her ribs. As she approached, she realized it was merely a trick of the light—shadows cast by the curtains dancing in the afternoon breeze. She exhaled shakily, trying to calm her racing pulse. "Mom?" she called out again, louder this time. "Are you home?" A sudden movement from the kitchen doorway made Scarlett jump and let out a piercing scream. Her mother stood there, looking startled by her daughter's reaction. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" her mom asked, concern etched across her tired features. She wiped her hands on a dishcloth, dark circles prominent beneath her usually bright eyes. Scarlett pressed a hand to her chest, willing her heartbeat to slow. "Nothing. Just... my nerves, I guess. You scared me." She studied her mother carefully. "What were you doing? I called out when I came in." Her mother's brow furrowed slightly, a distant look clouding her eyes. "I honestly can't remember," she admitted, rubbing he
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Lucien had noticed something strange about Claire, but when Scarlett mentioned it earlier, he had brushed it off. After all, what did Claire's odd behavior have to do with him? His focus was on protecting Scarlett from the original vampires, his mind constantly working through potential plans.But when he'd brushed past Claire in the cafeteria on his way to join Scarlett and her friends, something caught his attention. A scent. Faint but unmistakable—evidence of lingering dream powers mingled with the distinct scent of a vampire. And the only vampire with dream powers besides himself was his elder brother, Ezra.The vampire scent was so faint it was almost nonexistent, but Lucien's senses were too sharp to miss it. That's why he had told Scarlett to go home without him. He needed to investigate without putting her at risk.Was Ezra here? The thought seemed impossible. Ezra would never leave his post to venture into the human world. The vampire council—King Arthur himself—had given the
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Scarlett sighed. "It's Lucien, isn't it?" she asked without turning around. They nodded, smirking knowingly. Before she could turn to face him, she felt a soft pressure against her cheek—Lucien's lips, brushing lightly against her skin in a brief but unmistakable kiss. "Why are you denying me, Scarlett?" he asked, his voice pitched low and teasing. He placed a hand over his heart in mock pain. "You're breaking my heart. Are you saying our kisses meant nothing to you?" The girls erupted into poorly suppressed giggles as Scarlett turned to face him, her cheeks burning. She gave him a pointed look, silently cursing him and begging him to stop in equal measure. Lucien, of course, ignored her silent plea entirely. His gray eyes twinkled with mischief as he slid into the seat beside her, close enough that their shoulders touched. "I'm wounded," he continued, draping an arm casually around her shoulders. "Truly wounded." "I hate you," Scarlett muttered under her breath, but ther
