Eva
We go out into the seclusion that is Vincent's yard as he says, “Eva, try moving something without saying or thinking of a spell.”
I see a branch and wish it to levitate. It does, and my control doesn't fade quickly.
“That's new,” Sam says in surprise.
“It's always been there. High-level vampires can do it. She flew last night,” Vincent explains.
Eric makes a fire, “Touch the flames, Eva.” I do, and the fire just diverts around my touch. Eric does the same.
“It's the blood!” Vincent exclaims.
Eric nods, “I think so.”
“So I'm immune to fire and electricity now,” I say.
“Yes, it seems so now, and we are as well,” Eric tells me.
“That could come in handy,” I say with a smile.
“Well, my brother is a psychic pyrokinetic vampire, so he can't burn you or us now. That might piss him
