Chapter 4
I'm going out there, I said, nodding towards the woods. I want to walk the property and get to know every pot and sink hole within a 20-mile radius around this place. No came several immediate responses. I kept walking and over my shoulder I said you can follow from a distance, but I'm going whether you come or not. I ran into the woods covering ground and dogging and flying over the obstacles I faced quickly, memorizing each step I took, all the while scanning and scenting the air. I stayed out for 10 more hours, memorizing and studying the perimeter before I headed toward the house. I was of the many eye's on my back since I left and it was really staring to get annoying because the other reason I'd come out here was to be alone and think. I entered the house and the smell of food wafted towards me. Yumm, I thought as my stomach roared at it's neglect. I walked into the kitchen mumbling my thanks and filled my plate to the max and quickly started eating, hardly chewing or savoring the taste. Being a captive of Gregory's I learned long, long ago that pleasantries such as chewing and tasting the food weren't mine anymore. Within seconds I had my plate polished and was guzzling 2 cans ok coke, standing at attention ready to be trained until I puked up my food and slept before I was even on my pallet. Katia, I heard my name and then reality slammed into me. Sorry I said shaking myself out of it, it's just that, that's going to be one hellava habit to break. He, He, He - yeah I said sitting down and stretching out my limbs. I stood and yawned faking like I wished to sleep only when I really just wanted to be away from everyone so I could knock off the fake smiles and bullshit when all I really wanted to do was my training so my body would relax instead of feeling like it was on the verge of a panic attack. My dad, mom, Uncle Vlad, and Uncle Merchenes, all tensed and I looked around for a threat my entire body going in attack mode, my sharp eyes sliding over everything. But then my dad said sweetheart it's ok, but we all have the ability to read minds and we heard what you thought. At that I immediately threw up my best of my best mind shields and I knew it worked because their expressions were ones of wonder. I picked up a couple of neat tricks was my only response as I headed for the stairs. But stopped at Uncle Dracula's words. We all know your not going up there to sleep so come down stairs and I'll see what you've got. I quickly went down the stairs I'd already taken and down the basement stairs into the underground part of the house. I waited. Uncle Dracula was right behind me and he opened a door to the left and walked inside, leaving it open for me to follow. As soon everybody found a spot around the mat in the center of the room we began. My breath not even heavy, my body not burning with the pain of exertion, but Uncle Dracula was panting and his sweat was staring to form a pool on the floor. I stopped, pulling from his attacks and belting my katana. Go get a shower, some water or something, you need the rest. I'm going to go up on the roof and chill I'll call if the boogieman comes and the name struck me as oddly fitting. I was up on the roof and soon I fell asleep looking up at the stairs feeling the breeze lift and tug at my hair. When I woke up the sun was pouring heat into my relaxed body. I quickly lifted myself and jumped in through the window showering just as quickly and dressed heading downstairs to make breakfast. All the vampires in the house were drifting off to their rooms while the ghoul Rodney and several other humans I didn't know headed to the kitchen for food. I went to the fridge and grabbed a jug of orange juice, a glass from cabinet, and poured until the OJ caressed the rim of the tall glass. I bent down and drank from the rim before putting the orange juice on the counter and then lifting the glass and chugging the rest down. I then took out the eggs, bacon, and sausage along with all the other ingredients needed to make breakfast. I started cooking. As everyone filled their plates they all mumbled sleepy thank you's and took their first 're eyes all widened and my pride swelled at their glazed expressions before I was bombarded by their complements. As I cleaned the last dish I went outside and made some markers in the grass, stretched out some and started running suicides after 2,000 I switched to running laps and at 200 miles I stopped. I moved to the porch and climbed up , curled my legs around the piece of pipe and began sit-ups, then chin-ups, which led to push ups, then balancing myself in the most rock hard handstand, which then led to handstand push ups. As I was coming up from a handstand push up locking myself in an up right position I heard the door open and the smell of food wafted out. It was the demon Denise, lunch is ready she said. I know, save me a plate please I'll be in, in a minute. Ok she said walking back inside. I buried myself back in my head so as not to think about the exhaustion. I then moved to grab my katana and worked through the sets. I saw, heard, and smelt the people trying to talk to me but I completely ignored them and kept training soon switching to martial arts hand-to-hand combat. And soon I noticed someone blocking my blows and me defending the attacking he sent. It was Uncle Dracula. I stopped dead in my tracks and quickly backed away from him. I scratched my head and looked around confused. Umm I said, what are you all doing here and when did we start sparing. Everyone gave me looks of shock, worry, or a combination of both.