Curse of the Necromancer

*POV Oliver*

      Wow… Well, Lara has been violent today since the very morning… My face! My bruises! A good throw with a pillow, however… on two “flashlights” under her eyes, left for her, or does she have heavy pillows? They will have to be replaced imperceptibly. Exactly! So I will! Not that another such throw and I, probably, will illuminate her way with bruises. Here is the kitchen. I’m thirsty! Stop! Whose steps are these? At least it wasn’t Lara, at least it wasn’t her. I turn around and this is… Lara?! I’m probably pale…       “Hello again, sister.” Oh my god… I’m sweating. She shows her essence again. Does she know that I’m not comfortable right now?!       “We saw each other…” — how scared I felt… She really decided to show the essence. I have goosebumps all over my body…       “Lara… Maybe that’s enough? And then the guys are here. Suddenly they will see.” — looking at her, expecting a rude answer, as usually happens in the morning.       “They don’t see me like that, you see, because I want this. So Oliver,” she pauses, it annoys me. — “FEAR!” — she turned sharply to me, showing the essence on her face.       Damn… Ok Google, how to reach the toilet in three seconds if it is in another part of the house?!       I almost dropped my glass from fright and jumped away from her just in case. Her yellow glowing eyes, black stripes on her cheeks and fangs are panicky. The most real P-A-N-I-C.       She started laughing.       “Coward! Afraid of his own sister!” — She went to the refrigerator and took out a mineral water.       “Damn, you know, it’s somehow not at ease,” I swallowed, “when a demon is looking at you, not a sister…” — a slight current went through my body. Even if I said the wrong… Oh, not that.       She froze as she opened the bottle. What then I will now be… Her sharp turn and eyes burning with fire. The floor is warming up! My foots!       “Ah! My legs! Hot!” — I almost dance. — “How hot!!! Larotha, that’s enough!!! Please!!!” — I was probably heard throughout the house. — “Lara!”       She laughs… laughs?! I’m here, damn it, I’m suffering, and she’s laughing?! Well, I do not. I’m got to feet abruptly, even though they were almost fried, and stamped, sending an electronic charge through the ground. Lara was shocked. Heh… I guess it hurts…       From the electric shock, she dropped the bottle to the floor and jumped, screaming loudly.       “Oh, you! I’ll you now…”       “Ha! And who else is here?” — through laughter I can hardly say how. I hear a roar… oh shit…He looked, having calmed down a little, at her and became three shades lighter than he was.       She stood in front of me, her teeth bared and her face was frightening more and more. Red eyes, fangs, black stripes on the cheeks. Frost on the skin…       “Lara…” — I giggle nervously and step back. — “I…”       “You… you…” — her voice is sly. God… what will become of me?       “Can I at least take a shovel and dig my own grave? Huh?” — I am seriously ready to do it.       “No.” — she grabbed me by my belt, which was pulled over my shoulder, and pulled me towards herself. Now her eyes are so close, and I’m scared. It shakes a little. What will she do? She smiles… Cute smiles. And I’m already shaking with fear!!!       “Lara, what are you doing?” — squeezed out of himself, looking forcibly into her red eyes. "

      *End of POV Oliver*

      “I’m hypnotizing…” — at that moment the rest of the guys came to the kitchen. Seeing in what position Oliver and Lara, they were surprised. The girls saw how the sister showed the essence that only they can see and they understood that there was almost “bloodshed” in the kitchen.       Raf turned his head away and closed his eyes, thinking that Lara wanted to kiss Oliver. He didn’t see, like the rest of the guys, what Lara really was. Leo already regretted what he had said to Raf.       Lara immediately released her brother and lifting a bottle of mineral water, finally opened it.       “Never mind. We just bit each other a little bit.” — she said, meaning that they tickled each other’s nerves, she looked at Oliver over her shoulder, hiding her essence.       Oliver looked at her with apprehension, but his soul was relieved that she had moved away from him and he would no longer be mocked.       Raf, like all the other guys, thought they were kissing here. Raf was especially painful to think about it, but the traitorous fantasy painted a picture with their kiss.       “Why are you standing on the doorstep? Come in, don’t be shy.” — looked at all the rebel.       “Yes, we are so… Moving away from what we saw.” — walked into Talen’s kitchen.       After 10 minutes everyone was sitting at the table and having breakfast. After the girls went to workout, the guys were allowed to look at them.       At the beginning of the training, the father said that Lara and Venus had been released for today due to injuries.       “Super! Now die of boredom.” — Lara was unhappy with the announcement and sat down on a bench against the wall.       “Well, great…” — sat down next to Ven, resting her elbows on her knees.       “As always! As fights, so there are always restrictions due to injuries!” — Lara grumbled, resting her head on her hand.       Orimura stopped and grinned. He heard these words.       “Do you wanna fight?” — looked at her over his shoulder with a sly smile.       Lara perked up and raised a curious look at her father.       “Of course. It’s better than dying on a bench with nothing to do.” — looks at his father, expecting an answer.       “OK.” — he did three somersaults back and landed, pulled out a sword, directing it at Lara.       She jumped up, screaming:       “Hooray!” — the guys sitting next to her watched her burst of joy. Those who trained, noticing their father in a fighting stance, rushed to take spectator seats and watch the fight.       Lara entered the ring and took out her kammas, got into a fighting stance and was determined to win. Orimura was confident that he would win. Since it is not the first time for him to fight with his daughter and he will crush her with his experience.       “Attack!” — Lara shouted to her father to which he, smiling, shook his head.       “I don’t attack first”       Larota went around, provoking her father. He followed her, without looking away, almost without blinking.       “Are you a ninja or a fairy?! Let’s attack!” — shouted Orimura, trying to anger the rebel. Which turned out well.       She immediately attacked him with powerful kicks, trying to knock out the sword. Orimura took a step back, threw his sword over his head, preparing to strike. Lara covered herself with kami as Orimura lowered the weapon sharply on her. Lara holds it with a kamma blade.       “You better give up.” — the father pressed on her harder, from which she winced from pain in the ribs and from the tension.       “No way…” — she looked into her father’s eyes, bending down from his pressure and already sliding her feet on the floor.       Those who were sitting in the seats looked at everything, fascinated, without blinking.       “Lara! Come on!” Ami and Wen clench their fists, seeing how well their sister is holding up.       “Dad! Come on!” Talena hits her knees with his fists. Oliver sat still and watched the battle quietly. The guys are rooting for Orimur and have already argued with the girls that he will win, but they could not even imagine what would happen next.       He pounced on her even harder.       “And in vain you do not want to surrender.” — his malicious smile irritated the rebel more and more. She shook with tension and hissed in pain. Father expected her to surrender from his tension and her own pain, but this did not happen, and by his own expectation, he himself doomed himself to defeat.       Lara made a somersault over her father and bending the kusarigam grabbed his sword across, knocking him to the floor and pressing his own weapon with kami to his throat. Her shell rested against her father’s shell, and her arms were slightly thrown back and so she held the weapon tightly, pulling it with all her might. Orimura was forced to hold his own sword so as not to cut his own carotid artery.       Nobody expected such a turn, and whoever was rooting for the girls' father sat simply in shock, eyes open and froze.       “Well? And what do you say now?” — Amli and Ven said in a malicious voice, looking at the guys and Talena. — “You owe it.”       But the others just blinked, still staring at the battle scene.       Lara pressed her kammas closer to her father’s throat with his sword, from which he trembled, straining.       “Can you give up?” — the same malicious smile as he had.       Orimur had sweat on his forehead and his hands were shaking with tension.       “Okay. You won. I give up.” — holds the sword with two hands Orimura, fearfully looking at him, waiting for the actions of his daughter.       Lara, smiling, stopped pressing and stood up abruptly, removing the kamma. Orimura breathed a sigh of relief and removed the sword from his throat. Lara gave him her hand and he, taking it, got up.       On the “stands” there were already exclamations of indignation and surprise.       “How?! How?!” — Mike was shocked. — “How?!”       “You should have been rooting for Lara!” — showed Emmy language to the guys. — “So you lost the bet! When it will be?”       The guys frowned in displeasure.       “It was spectacular.” — Dariyasa’s voice was heard. — “Orim, it looks like you need to go to training more than meditate. Otherwise you are already losing to your daughter. Or are you getting old?” — his wife came up to him. He frowned in displeasure.       “Necessarily”.       “No. It just ruined his expectation that I would surrender.” — Lara shrugged, smiling maliciously. Orimura looked at his daughter.       “You should be silent already.”       She just grinned.       “Who’s next in line?” — she examined her relatives.       “May I?” Oliver volunteered, still sitting on the “podium”. Orimura nodded.       “Oooh… I want to see this.”