Damien's POV
The second time he saw her, she didn't look real. Sienna was leaning against the lockers just outside the literature wing, her arms crossed, silver hair tucked into a loose braid that still managed to shimmer under the school's terrible lights. She didn't glow exactly but something about her made people walk just a little wider around her. Just like they did with him now. Damien slowed, adjusting the strap of his backpack, and forced himself to look calm. Normal. Like he hadn't just survived tearing himself apart in a basement days ago. Their eyes met. Sienna didn't flinch. She pushed off the locker like she'd been waiting.
"You feel… settled," she said quietly, stepping closer. Her voice was soft, but there was weight behind it.
Damien raised an eyebrow. "You say that like you've been checking."
"I notice things."
He gave a short nod. "So do I."
A pause.
Sienna tilted her head slightly, studying him. "It's not gone, though. The edge. You're still learning how to carry it."
He smirked faintly. "And you already know how?"
"No," she said simply. "But I'm good at pretending."
That made him chuckle under his breath. "Well, you wear it better than I do."
She didn't smile, but something in her expression softened. "Last time we crossed paths… you looked like you were falling apart."
"I was."
"Not anymore?"
He met her gaze really looked. "I don't know what I am now. But I'm standing."
That, finally, earned the faintest curve of her lips. "Good. You'll need that."
"Why?"
"Because this place doesn't stay quiet forever."
Before he could ask what she meant, the bell rang sharp and jarring.
She turned to leave. "See you around… vampire."
He blinked. "You don't even know my name."
She looked back at him as a smile was carved on her face....."be patient vamp"
then she turned away from him, towards the school gate, walking gracefully towards into the looming streets outside the school.
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Sienna's POV
The air at home felt different. Not in a magic kind of way at least, not the flashy kind. It was subtler. Older. Like something ancient had opened its eyes and was watching, waiting. Sienna dropped her bag by the door and toed off her boots. The house was quiet, wrapped in the hush that only came before a departure. She followed the scent of burning herbs down the hallway. In the kitchen, her mother stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, silver hair braided down her back. Crystals lined the table beside jars of dried plants, glowing softly in the light of early dusk. She was preparing.
Sienna paused in the doorway. "You really think I'm ready?"
Her mother didn't turn. She was grinding something in a mortar with slow, sure movements. "Readiness isn't a moment. It's a decision."
Sienna stepped in, brushing her fingers over the feathers and stones laid out on the cloth beside the bowl. "It still feels fast."
Her mother finally looked at her then eyes reflecting a sky not visible in this world. "The realm waits for no one. And neither will your power."
The silence stretched, but not in a bad way. A breath passed between them.
Her mother wiped her hands on a cloth and reached out, tucking a strand of silver-blonde hair behind Sienna's ear. "When you cross that veil, it will test you. The light, the dark, and everything in between. You'll see your truth, Sienna. All of it."
"And if I don't like what I see?"
Her mother's smile was faint, but not unkind. "Then you'll shape something better."
She looked at her mother as she prepares ready for the Fae realm, there she will meet her dad whom rarely come to this realm. Although she can't wait to know what her power will be she knows it will be a typical Fae power but the Fae that they are is different from the Fae this realm have in mind although somethings are quite right but not all.
"We leave when the moon has risen" her mother said as she finalise the preparation with her thread of Fae.