Supernova

                            Silence fell over the room, save for the sound of her perfectly painted red nails tapping gently upon the side of the crystal glass that the whiskey was slowly being poured into. Silence continued as Lyra took a few moments to savor the taste, her back comfortably turned on Lucian as his words hung in the air as they so often did; they had always been the patient two, sometimes agonizingly so. “There isn’t any need for concern, brother.” now she turns, her icy blue gaze meeting that of Lucian’s soft stare, the one he always wore when speaking to any of them, though it did little to soften her own; nothing rarely did. “In the bloody ocean off of a remote island that had been cloaked for centuries apparently. Someone went to great lengths to ensure he wouldn’t be found and other than the fact that he’s Cassius Carmikael and that should be reason enough, it seems there is more to why this happened than originally thought.”

                                ‘Don’t stop on my behalf, love. Quite enjoyed having something to watch after a little midnight snack.” 

                    “Someone has to.” Lyra challenged, though perhaps not in a traditional sense of the word or how it might have appeared to anyone bold enough to be listening in; Lyra had always been the head of her own life, regardless of sibling ties or loyalties. “Cassius happened and surely you have compelled blood bags for such an occasion, hardly seems worth the bloody conversation.” the blonde stated while now standing from the chair she had chosen to sit at before the whisky on the other side of the room called to be poured into a glass and drank. “Out of control, but all that will be sorted soon enough. I’ve been finding our brother, which you already know. Now you can go back to worrying about the state of your home.”

                               The manor wasn’t a place Lyra willingly chose to stay at, always opting for her own space rather than the designs of others, perhaps just another facet of the blonde’s controlling nature; something that the twins shared in spades. Control was a priority from the start for the pair of them, maybe for different reasons, one’s that didn’t need to be voiced in the slightest, but control nonetheless and now here Cassius was; utterly without it. The original had only been in the next room speaking with Remi about a plan she had indeed already conjured when his screams rattled the walls, however, Lyra’s body had already begun moving that fraction of a second before hearing her own name in such an unfamiliar tone. “You can.” Lyra stated with conviction, her unfaltering gaze looking at his frantic movements while her ears heard the unsaid words he didn’t need to voice; he needed control, so she would bloody well give it to him. “As have I, he’ll be here shortly, brother. Of course I did, such a silly question, Cassius. Someone covered their tracks, went to a great deal to do it. However, they suffered a fate far worse than that which they gave you.”

              “Or we could skip the committee meeting altogether, brother, it isn’t really needed. None of them ever are.” 

                 “Gives you a reason for a hunt, which I’m sure you won’t say no to, sister. At some point, yes, but for now its best to monitor and perhaps clean up from afar; just so he doesn’t end up in another bloody box again. Right now he isn’t remotely in control and that will be gnawing away just as much as the blood lust --- he needs control. So, where is that necromancer of yours?”

                        Lyra had been gone without so much of a word to anyone other than Remi in search of their brother who had been taken for a decade for reasons that still weren’t clear. “Found him.” the first words spoken to her sister when the familiar footsteps were heard and while Lyra never once doubted that he wouldn’t be found, it had started to take its toll, the longevity of it all and the state that her twin was currently in. “He’ll devour the bloody town at the rate he’s going.” anyone else wouldn’t hear the words for what they were; concern and no, not for the people of Red Creek. 

                      “A little self-control would go a long bloody way.” not an easy thing to come by when you were so new to the immortal life and while Lyra killed whomever she pleased; it was controlled chaos. “Why exactly are you burying him for any old person to dig up?”

                   “And what exactly are you nervous about? They’re just men.”

                   “Countless bloody times and yet here we are, having the same conversation as you once again have that bewildered look upon your face.”

                   A happy coincidence perhaps, despite Lyra not really believing in things of that matter, and yet here she was, happening upon an appalling site. “Love, you do realize the definition of insanity, don’t you? What you’re attempting won’t change unless you do it differently.” 

                 “And soon he shall and this entire sage will begin once more. I can admit that I wouldn’t have lasted as long as you have; ripping his heart out is far too tempting. Do we think our little Carmikael groupie can do what is required?”

                     “You know bloody well that he deserved that little bite --- after all, you of all people know I’ve killed for less; although the night is still young.”

                “Just wondering if the puppy has started to piece the puzzle together once again is all, sister.”