Lyra

Jade tiptoed around that corner hoping that there wasn't someone waiting on the other side to catch her. She couldn't stay there any longer. It wasn't right. She felt like everything was familiar, but like in the case of reliving a terrible nightmare. If she hadn't already known Drake and his family all of this would have been a major shock. She knew that and she was thankful that she could handle all of this with a clear, steady mind. She knew it would be nearly impossible to escape Damien, but that wouldn't stop her. Even if she had no foster parents to watch over her anymore, she would move in with Erik. She had to escape. The only issue that bothered her was what Amon had said about Erik and his brother. She didn't want to put him in any danger. All that mattered at that very moment was that she got away though.


She quickly turned the corner and found herself in a library. Her eyes first fell onto the piano bench, where Amon was snoring, holding an empty wine bottle in one hand as the other rested on the piano keys. Then they drifted to Dane who was sitting back with a pair of glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, reading a book. Finally they fell onto Damien, who was reading the paper and holding a cigar, puffing out smoke into the evening air. They seemed at peace, almost like a functional family.


"I thought I made it very clear to you that I didn't want to see you until dinner time," Damien growled without looking up. Jade studied him, beginning to remember everything about him. The cool sound of his deep voice and his eerily cruel good looks, his delicate and powerful way of moving, his painted finger nails and his demonic eyes, which were barely colored, each simply holding their own pitch black pupil.


"L-Jade," Dane said completely startled, standing up and dropping his book. He stared at her as if he had seen a ghost. Damien narrowed his eyes into thin slits and looked up at his older brother. "W-What are you doing?"


"Why didn't you lock her in her room is the real question here." Damien muttered, holding the cigar up to his lips and inhaling it's fumes with a deep breath and then keeping in tempo let it out long and soft through his parted lips, smoke spilling into the air and wafting up towards the ceiling in swirls. The end of his lip, curved up softly, making Jade hate him all the more.


"Lyra, Lyra, Lyra," Amon sang from his bench in his usual state of drunkenness, taping on a c key with each word and then ended his song with a final c major cord. Jade had only known Amon by name and stories, she had't actually seen him in person until the previous night. He had the same curve to his eyes that his brother's did as well as their noses, but his eyes were a jewel green and his hair a lush brown. His jaw wasn't as nearly sharp as theirs' and he was a considerable amount shorter.


"Shut up!" Damien shouted furiously, turning around and dropping the paper to glare at his younger sibling. "You absolute imbecile. Why must you drink yourself into these states?"


"I'm leaving, Damien," Jade said bluntly. She wasn't afraid of him and she was tired of his attitude. He thought that he could control everyone, which in a way he could. She wasn't stupid, but it wasn't impossible to out run his words.


"How desperately I wish you could," Damien turned on her, viciously, his eyes flashing the anger he was restraining. She bit her lip as her insides turned. She hated his eyes, "I despise you more than anything in all of the worlds, but here you are and here I am and here we all must stay, motionless."


"Damien and Lyra sitting in a . . . library," Amon began to sing again.


"Amon," Dane said standing up and walking towards his brother, gently placed an open hand over his mouth to quiet him. Right, Jade remembered. Dane was the one who was always putting out the fires.


"Who is Lyra any ways?" Jade couldn't help, but to be curious. The name had been mentioned so much since she first arrived.


"No one of your concern, dear," Dane muttered, looking up at her, not quite coldly, but sternly.


Damien gave a small laugh at that and then sighed, leaning back and taking one last drag of his cigar, said while puffing out smoke like a train, "Dinner should be ready, any how. Come on," he stood up with a sigh, tossing the paper into the roaring fire, "and Dane, don't let Amon drink any more. I don't want to hear his nonsense any longer . . . and also he probably doesn't have a liver."


Dane smiled at him, his eyes twinkling under the frames of those silver rimmed glasses.

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