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Chapter 2- And so it begins... Ouch
Bertrand POV
Punch. Punch. Punch. I worked the punching bag until it fell to the floor. I must prove myself to the Vlad. I will be worthy. Suddenly I hear footsteps and the door opens. At first I thought it was Vlad but it turned out to be Ingrid.
"Hmmmm, I heard rumours you were back" she said, thoughtfully.
She whooshed up to me,
"How have you been", I said not showing my shock at her fast movement.
"I've been well, not plotting against Vlad is actually kind of fun" she said sarcastically.
That did it. I threw her up against a wall and said,
"If you even think about hurting Vlad I will dust you and trust me I won't regret it"
"Ok" she grunted before shrugging him off and whooshing away.
This was going to be interesting.
Emily POV
I made my way down the corridor to Bertrand's room hoping to find him there and ask him where the training room was. I was not going to trouble the chosen one with such trivial requests.
I reached Bertrand's room and turned myself to smoke, feeling the particles detach and my body become weightless I slipped into his room. Only to find that he wasn't there. Bats. I jumped back out into the corridor and began searching every room for someone, anyone. Just as I was about to give up I heard a voice.
Vlad POV
"Hey Emily, where are you going?"
I called out to her as I saw her walking down the hallway heading to the Blood cellar.
"Oh nowhere, actually I was hoping to locate the training room" she said
"Well it's time for training anyways so we'll go down together"
I replied, not looking forward to more of Bertrand's gruelling training regime, especially since this girl seems like she means business. I sped in the other direction and beckoned her to follow. She whooshed behind me and bowed,
"Thank you, my Lord I apologise for the inconvenience"
I chuckled "I prefer the name Vlad, and personally I was already heading in that direction so no inconvenience caused"
She looked lost for words but managed to get out,
"Um thank you my L-, I mean Vlad, that's very kind of you"
We headed down to the training room only to find Bertrand waiting for us.
"Let's get started" he said before nodding at Emily who whooshed to his side, her nervousness vanished and a look of cold determination settling in.
I had a strange feeling that tonight was going to be exhausting.
Emily POV
Bertrand and I already had a suitable training exercise and all we had to do was put it into action. We alternated activities so by the end Vlad would be exhausted, but stronger.
Bertrand started with punching and close combat with many hand-to-hand techniques being taught. I watched from the sideline, occasionally stepping in when Bertrand required a partner to demonstrate. Being a gentlemen he always let me do the demonstrating and in the end he would end up with bruises.
When Bertrand was done with Vlad he looked positively drained, it seemed the chosen one was a tough student. I told him I would take a little longer with my part while he rested getting ready for teaching Vlad telepathy. On the other hand however, Vlad seemed completely normal and hadn't even broken a sweat. Well that was about to change.
As soon as Bertrand stepped back I struck the wall with a blast of frost and smirked as Vlad jumped back. The wall had turned into a giant chalk board, ready to be used. I grabbed Bertrand's permanent marker and began to write on the cool white surface. 'Telekinesis: Step 1- be focussed' and more as my hand flew over the smooth wall. When I was done I stepped back and sped over to Vlad,
"Do you understand all of what's on the board" I asked,
"Uh yeah I think so"
I smirked,
"Okay then I want you to lift this goblet and give it to Bertrand" I said handing him an ice goblet filled with water.
He concentrated on the goblet before moving form out of his hand, allowing it to slowly rise out of his hand before beginning its journey towards Bertrand who watched with fascination. Just as it was about to reach halfway, it crashed to the floor shattering into a million pieces. He visibly gulped.
"Well", I said "That was entertaining, it seems you're not as good as you think"
"Yeah I guess not" he said, his voice trembling.
I walked over to the mound of ice and water on the floor, before circling my hand over the mess, watching as it reformed itself back into a goblet and fly over to Bertrand before halting to a stop in front of his face. He rose his sore arm and nodded a thanks before taking a sip and placing it on the table beside him.
Vlad POV
Wow. That was all I could think as the smashed goblet reformed itself and flew over to Bertrand, she made it look effortless. Emily turned back to face me before pulling a small flask out of her pocket labelled soy blood. I gasped.
"What is the matter?" she asked before taking a small sip and placing it back in her pocket.
This time I answered boldly,
"I just didn't take you to be the sort of vampire to drink soy blood not real blood", I said awaiting a reply.
She gave Bertrand a thoughtful look before answering me with that same air cutting voice,
"Well Vladimir," she said rolling the 'r', "I'll have you know that in this training room I have power over you and you are no longer my King but my student, having said that I still feel obligated to answer you"
I nodded awaiting an answer.
"Although I am a vampire of tradition and I am perfectly evil, to a certain extent, as a member of the Elementi clan I respect the Earth and it's living inhabitants, that includes breathers so naturally I would drink soy substitute instead of leeching off the Earth, although it is still considered feeding off it even if I am drinking the parts of plants, I find it's easier to think I am eating a renewable resource not a resource which renews itself whenever it wants to" she said not bothering to pause or elaborate, It was very interesting how she talked about the breeding habits of breathers, she seemed like she was talking about food not friends.
"Right, ok well that's good" I said, deliberating whether or not I should be afraid of her.
Emily POV
I nodded before creating another goblet and filling it with blood from my flask. I sped over to him and handed him the goblet, before whooshing to the other side of the room.
"I'm still thirsty, move the goblet to me" I said, before sitting down and crossing my legs, my hand outstretched waiting for the goblet. He seemed more focussed this time and began to move the goblet, slowly albeit, but surely it moved. When it finally reached my hand I smiled and took a sip.
"Well done, let's try something a little bigger, shall we?" I asked making a point of putting an innocent tone on my voice.
I drained the last of the goblet and smashed it in my fist, before raising my hand and forming a large sheet of ice over Vlad's head.
He panicked an immediately moved out from under it. I laughed.
"The point of this exercise is to stay alive, Vlad" I said
"Oh right umm" he replied, before hesitantly slipping back under the mound of ice.
"Vlad concentrate on keeping it from crashing to the ground and try not to squash yourself, okay" I said, before letting go of the sheet.
He grunted struggling to keep it from crashing to the ground, as he concentrated on moving it over to the middle of the room and let it down gently. After ten minutes of slow progress it finally touched the ground.
"Well done" I said as I saw it touch the ground.
I ran sped over to the sheet looking for any cracks in its heavy surface. After completing my inspection I smiled.
"Thank you Vlad you may now go training is over" I stated.
"Uh thanks" he said before zooming off to his coffin.
Vlad POV
I clicked my finger and my coffin opened, turning around I closed the door and lay down. That was gruelling. I could feel the tender spots in my skin from where Bertrand had landed punches and I had the biggest migraine as though I hadn't fed for 3 days straight. I was mentally and physically exhausted. As soon as I was comfortable I clicked my finger and drifted off into a dreamless sleep, thanking whoever was watching over the world that tomorrow was a break day.