Allergies are killing me today so I will make this short and sweet! I love all of you kitties out there, and I hope this week is a fantastic one for you. Thank you for realigning, and if you like it please vote and comment, react out with any questions or critiques, or if you just want to say hi! 

Thank you, and you're beautiful inside and out.

Today's playlist is:

My songs Know What You Did in the Dark by Fall Out Boy

Lost by Frank Ocean

Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots

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I never fully let the darkness overpower me; instead, I still perceive faint whispers echoing around. Though deciphering their exact words proves difficult, I remain aware of the events unfolding in my surroundings. Time moves strangely, stretching and distorting. I find solace in someone's comforting embrace, held securely for a while before settling down in a place to rest. Silence descends, its weight pressing against me, pulling me deeper into my thoughts. When I resurface, the voices persist, a constant whispering presence. Some voices are familiar, while others feel unfamiliar. Amidst them all, one voice stands out, its familiarity demanding my attention, speaking to me with the utmost urgency.

"Thea?" She spoke directly at me; it is the most real abstraction since I am put under. "Thea, can you hear me? Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you are Nya." A monotonic voice cut through the air.

"Do you know what happened?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me?"

"Why?"

Nya hesitated, a voice said something to her, and she sighs. "I need to know what you saw."

"You won't believe me."

"Please, Thea."

That monotonic voice it must have been me. I had no perception that I was speaking, sensing myself in the constant state between sleep and wakefulness. "He was being abused, he needed help, but I couldn't."

"Who?"

"Abraham."

"Whose Abraham? tell us what you saw with Jason, the man that attacked you." Someone else's voice urgently spoke up.

I turn my head towards him. "I'm not talking to you."

Someone laughs and says something to the impatient voice.

"Milo stop, okay? Thea," I turn my head forward. "Can you tell me what happened with the man that attacked you?"

"I was in the cafe, I left to go home, I heard moaning, I went down the alley, the man was eating a woman, or, no, not eating, drinking her blood. He was drinking her blood out of the neck as if he was..."

"Was what?"

"A vampire."

Everything falls silent, making it difficult for me to gauge the duration until someone's voice breaks the silence. "Will you forget this?"

"No."

"Will you please forget?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I will remember."

"I want you to forget everything you saw tonight."

"No."

"What do we do?" Nya asks someone other than me.

"Kill her." The impatient voice growls.

"No! Levi! We can't. We're not killers, we can't."

"Let her sleep, we're not going to decide right now. She's still able to perceive us, allow her to go back to sleep." This voice is soft, almost like a lullaby.

I fall back into the quiet darkness. Time seems to pass, and stand still all at once, I can't think, but so many things run through my mind. Someone whispers in my ear, and I drift in and out of sleep, but I'm never entirely aware of what is exactly going on. Until, finally, I sense myself awakening.

As I awaken, my senses are immediately assaulted by an intense heat radiating from below me. It's so powerful that even in my dream-like state, I can feel the movement caused by the fiery inferno. I long to call out for my parents, but the scorching sensation paralyzes me, making it impossible to utter a sound. Flames, resembling menacing tentacles, dance towards the starry sky before lashing back at me, searing my skin. Desperately, I try to gasp for air, but smoke forcefully billows out of my mouth, suffocating me.

I snap awake from my deep slumber, feeling groggy and disoriented, the room seems to blink. The room settles as I blink my eyes, allowing my mind to adjust to my surroundings, before abruptly sitting up, causing my head to spin. Taking in my surroundings, I recognize the museum-like setting, devoid of any signs of fire. My heart thumps thunderously in my chest as I cautiously slide off the bed and approach the door. With trembling hands, I reach out for the doorknob, but memories of that fateful night hit me like a ton of bricks, stealing my breath away. Panic surges through me, propelling me to rush across the room and yank aside the blackout curtains, revealing the outside world. The sun hovers low on the horizon, but instead of setting, it ascends, casting a calming glow upon the scene. I rub my arm against the chilly morning air, noticing that the cut I had sustained is miraculously gone, although not the other one. Carefully, I inspect my arms, finding that all the cuts and bruises I had previously noticed have vanished overnight.

I go back to the door and open it. Slowly, I make my way down the hall, people are speaking in low voices, as I come out in a familiar living room, I am in with Charlie less than a week ago, three people are sitting at the table.

"What if he returned to his nest?" Nya asks in a low tone. If she looks up, she will spot me, but her fingers drumming the table keep her attention.

"What if he found Jude?" Milo says, not even trying to be quiet. His back is to me, but I could see how tense he is, on how he is holding himself upright and rigid.

"What would be worse? A group of a rogue nest, or Jude?" Mr. Raka leans back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. He sat at the head of the table; his arms folded across his chest.

"Probably both." Milo shakes his head. "What is the plan for the girl?"

"There is no plan, we must go with it. She cannot be worked on as we all saw."

"This is absurd." Milo turns his head to glance over his shoulder, but his eyes unexpectedly meet mine.

Mr. Raka smiles up at me. "Good morning, are you hungry?"

I notice my surroundings; the room is bathed in a gentle early morning hue, but something still seems off, the lighting is too perfect. "What happened?"

"You were attacked and had a nasty fall, but you seem a lot better now. Sit, I can make you something to eat." Mr. Raka excuses himself into the kitchen, where the soft sounds of him preparing food are the only noise in the entire house.

My eyes find Nya, who beams, and then to Milo's, who still gazes at me over his shoulder, then to the windows. The curtains are shut, between the cracks, it seems something covered the windows even more so no light can get in. Next, my attention is directed towards the door.

"She knows." Milo grumbles, he's up, and at the door in less than a second.

I sense the panic once more, directing my attention towards Nya while attempting to suppress it, she could infiltrate my thoughts whenever I am emotional.

"My children," Mr. Raka comes back in with a plate full of food. "If she wants to leave, we need to let her. Thea, would you like to eat before you head home? You haven't eaten in a while."

I direct my gaze towards him with uncertainty. "I would like to talk, but you can leave whenever. Milo, get out of her way." He takes a second, but he moves out of the way and goes back to the table. I shift my gaze back and forth from the food to the door, seeking answers, but unwilling to jeopardize becoming their breakfast.

"You're safe." Nya speaks up. "I promise, we won't do anything to you."

I take a step towards the table, and Mr. Raka puts the food down at the empty spot next to Nya. He goes back into the kitchen; he comes out when I take my seat, holding one glass of water, and one orange juice. I gulp down the water, unaware of how thirsty I am, and Mr. Raka comes to refill the water with a pitcher.

The food is delicious; I try to eat it without shoveling it into my mouth, but I'm so hungry that I can't help it.

"You must be confused." Mr. Raka watches me. "I have a lot to explain, but can you tell me what you remember?"

I swallow some eggs hard. "The man," I gaze at Milo, who now directs his eyes downward to the table in front of him. "Jason, I think you said. Jason was eating a woman, or I guess, he was drinking her blood." I shiver. "He's a... a vampire, isn't he? And you, all of you, you're vampires."

Mr. Raka looks at Nya, then Milo, and then me. "That is one way to put what we are, yes."

"Levi." Milo's voice is in a warning tone.

"She's part of this now, my son, what do you suggest we do?"

"I've already come up with viable options." His eyes scan between the two, then land on me for a second.

Abruptly, my breakfast threatens to make a reappearance. "You're going to kill me." I peer at Milo. "You want to kill me because you can't control me? Is that why? I'm 15, you can't kill me. What about my mom and dad? I have brothers?"

"Thea." Mr. Raka got up and is next to me. "Thea, it's okay, we are not going to kill you. No one," His eyes raise off me and at Milo. "Is going to kill anyone here."

I stand up. "I have to go home; my mom is going to be worried sick about me."

"I already talked to them." Mr. Raka reassured me. "They are expecting you home today, you can go now if you want, but I would really like to finish this conversation."

I contemplated leaving, but I don't experience that tingling sensation and something profound within me assured me I could rely on him. It could be a trick, some mind game they could play on me, but I glance at Nya who fought to keep me alive, and I take my seat, he finds his.

"Don't. Nya will find a way, there are other mind workers." Milo taps his fingers against the table. "If you let me get in contact with Yulia-"

"Now, now." Levi waves his hands. "There is no need to get her involved."

"She won't tell him if I ask her to." He mumbles down at the table. "Then have Nya try again."

"That was everything I had." Nya's voice is quiet. "I think Levi is right to tell her."

Milo's eyes find mine; such an intensity burns in those green, jaded eyes. What life did he have to lead to have such fervent anger in this one person? I have to advert away from him, but I can feel him still watching me. "We can't trust a little Columba." His lips barely move.

"You know what? If I could forget I would. Tell me how." My voice comes off snippy through the fear, something about him. Those eyes are horrifying, but I force myself to maintain the contact.

Without taking that glare off me, he addresses Nya. "You're a mind worker, make her forget."

"Milo." She sighs. "I can't, I've tried over and over, you saw."

"What can I do to forget? There must be a way for you to wipe my memory, right? I saw that Jason person do it to that worker of the coffee shop, do that to me." A sense of relief washes over me as I dart my eyes off his, and to Nya.

"You don't think we tried that?" Milo laughs humorlessly, it's a haunting sound.

"What can you do then?" But I ask Mr. Raka, unable to bring my eyes to Milo.

"We turn you." It's Milo's gruff voice that answers me.

"Absolutely not." Mr. Raka bangs his hand on the table, now with a warning tone.

"What?" I finally divert my attention away from him and turn towards Milo, his vibrant green eyes staying on me momentarily, but he also seems to find it difficult to maintain eye contact. "What is he talking about?"

"Yes, to what you said before," Mr. Raka sighs. "Although we weren't always called that. We're probably the closest thing to the vampire lore, we're that you can call kites."