Noir

With a sigh, I turned away from the window and made my way down the stairs of the agency, feeling the weight of my decision heavy on my shoulders. The ground floor was bustling with Steel agents and members of Lyra's former team. Their eyes briefly darted towards me before quickly looking away, returning to their tasks.

Spotting Eton, I walked towards him, needing to inform him that I had seen Lyra outside the agency. Despite our strained relationship at the moment, it was necessary for me to tell him. As I reached him, I murmured, "I need to talk to you." His eyes met mine, a storm brewing within them. "I'm a little busy right now, can it wait?" he growled, clearly unhappy with the interruption.

I shook my head. "It's about Lyra."

Eton's head snapped up, surprise and dread mingling in his expression. "What about her?" His voice was low.

"I saw her outside the agency," I revealed, keeping my voice steady despite the tremor in my chest.

He paused, the silence stretching between us. His gaze searched my face, seeking any hint of what I wasn't saying.

Thorin approached us and asked, "Different how?"

"Stronger," I whispered. "More powerful. She's changed, Thorin. She's not the same person we knew."

The words lingered, heavy in the air, seemingly draining the room of its oxygen. Eton and Thorin stood still for a moment, their chests rising and falling with each breath. Then, with a sharp nod, Eton turned away, his steps heavy as he made his way towards his office. "Follow me," he said over his shoulder, not bothering to look back.

Inside the office, the air was thick with the scent of cigars and the hidden whiskey in his desk drawer. He offered me a seat, but remained standing, pacing the room like a trapped animal. "What did she do?" he finally asked, his voice laced with tension.

I recounted my encounter, describing the shadows that had wrapped around her. His eyes grew darker with each word, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. "We need to prepare," he said, his pacing coming to a halt as he faced both me and Thorin. "If he's turned her, we can't allow her to threaten the agency or the humans she swore to protect."

A wave of sadness washed over me, but I nodded in agreement. Beside me, Thorin hissed, "But we can't just kill her, Eton. She's still in there. I know it."

Eton leaned heavily on his desk, his eyes searching Thorin's face. "We'll do what we must," he said, his voice gruff.

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Thorin's jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. "We have to reach her," he insisted. "We can't just write her off."

Eton's gaze bore into him, a silent challenge. "And how do you propose we do that?" Thorin took a deep breath, his eyes flicking to me before returning to Eton. "We know she's not fully lost to the darkness. We have to find a way to connect with her humanity, to bring her back."

I felt a spark of hope. Maybe there was a way to save Lyra without resorting to violence.

Eton looked skeptical, his brow furrowed in thought. "And how do you propose we do that? She's with Noir, and he isn't going to let us get anywhere near her."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

LYRA

My gaze remained fixed on the rain-slicked trees, the memory of my and Noir's heated words from three nights ago washed over me like a cold wave, my heart still echoing with the sting of his fury.

The rain had been a soothing balm to the city that night, much like the silence that had followed our argument. Daily, Noir's ever-watchful guardian, had, unknown to me, borne witness to my first taste of true rebellion.

Daily had been there when I returned, my clothes drenched in the scent of fear and power, my fangs still extended from the hunt. Noir's rage had been palpable, a force that had filled the room like a storm. "You disobeyed me," he had growled, his voice a thunderclap in the quiet of the night. "You're not ready to hunt alone. You're not ready to control your hunger."

Daily's red eyes had gleamed with something akin to amusement, his lips curled into a smirk as Noir had reprimanded me.

I had snarled back at Noir, the beast within me refusing to be caged. "I am more than just your pupil!" I had shouted, the thirst for power and autonomy burning in my eyes. "I can feel the shadows bending to my will. I can feel their power!" The memory of his retort was as sharp as a stake to the heart. "And that is precisely why you are not ready. Power is a siren's call, luring you to your doom if you do not master it."

Now, as I sat in the tranquility of my chamber, the rain outside serving as a gentle lullaby, I contemplated the harsh lesson he had imparted upon me. Solitary confinement had been my punishment, depriving me of the night's embrace and the solace I found in the whispering shadows. I was compelled to confront the beast within, to comprehend the true cost of my actions. As the rain intensified, its clamor matched the tempest raging in my mind.

That night, I had not succumbed to my desires, my hunger had not overwhelmed me, transforming me into the monstrous being Noir seemed to believe me to be. But with the storm's growing fury, so did my determination. I would not allow the darkness to engulf me, nor would I allow Noir to control my fate. I refused to become a predator that preyed upon the innocent, and I would not be a prisoner to Noir's whims. I would forge my own path. Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the window, the rain's melodic serenade fading into the background. The time for introspection had passed. The night was still young, and the city beckoned me by name. The shadows whispered of challenges and lessons that awaited me beyond the confines of the manor. I understood that I had to confront them, learn from them, and emerge stronger. It was for the sake of balance, for the sake of the human world I had left behind, and for the sake of the vampire I had become. Placing my hands on the window frame, it gave a slight groan as I pushed it open and within seconds, my feet silently touched the ground.