This isn't to any song. Because I'm boring like that.

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"Well," he began, "If you know, then we should get on with our practices."

"Okay," I replied. "What would you like me to do?" I glanced around the gym at the various exercise materials and caught sight of the light glinting off his silver stake which was stuffed in his pocket. "Hmmm. 4 laps of this gym is a mile, so how about 12 laps and we'll end it there for today." My jaw dropped open.

"12 laps? Are you insane?" I had never visualised my meeting with Dimitri like this! 12 laps was 3 miles. I couldn't run three miles! I could feel my panic rising.

"You've killed Strigoi. You'll manage it." I took a deep breath and centred myself. When I'd been 'training', I'd jogged a lot. It usually took me half an hour to do a mile at a gentle jog. Oh dear. I started off around the gym at a steady pace and was feeling quie pleased with myself. I rolled up my hoodie sleeves. Suddenly, I could sense Dimitri running behind me.

"Sprint!" he ordered. "Pretend I'm a Strigoi! You need to save your life!" I sped up into a fully-fledged sprint, still maintaining my stamina. After all my training, I'd been put on the running team at school. I still couldn't help thinking that if he really was a Strigoi, I'd probably have a nice boost of adrenaline to get me going, but never mind.

I was probably nearing ¾ of a mile when I got a stitch. I found myself gasping for air. Graudally I slowed down, hoping Dimitri wouldn't notice. But, of course, he did.

"Keep going!" he urged. "You haven't even done a mile yet!" I swear he wasn't this mean in the book, I thought grimly. I continued but after fifteen minutes my knees gave way and I collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. A cool hand offered me a bottle of water and I threw it back gratefully, letting the cool liquid soothe my throat. It was so, so good. Eventually, when I could speak again, I asked, "Why 3 miles?" His face told me I should already know.

"If you're running from a Strigoi, who knows how far you'll need to go. You should be able to run further than that! Even naturally that shouldn't have caused you too much pain. Didn't you do any exercise before?" My argumentative side burst up.

"I did! I've been training for the past two years. I did an hour of exercise every day!"

"You'll be doing worse here." And suddenly, it dawned on me.

"You," I began slowly, "do realise I'm human, don't you?" His face was blank.

"Human?"

"Yeah. I'm a human." He started shaking his head slowly.

"Surely not. Surely..." he trailed off as he took in my humanness and started muttering to himself in Russian. I managed to pick out Kirova a few times and wondered if it would be too much of a hassle having me as his student. I really hoped not. While he was pondering my condition, I found myself daydreaming whilst I stared at his gorgeous face. A sigh broke my reverie. "Why are you here?"

"I killed Strigoi."

"Yes, but how? With a knife. Somebody else must've burnt them, but I didn't have a stake so-"

"You. Killed. Strigoi. This just doesn't make sense. Okay. Fine, I'll continued to mentor you. It'll be hard...on both of us, but I think we may just manage." He raised an eyebrow. "That is, if you're co-operative." I nodded solemnly. I couldn't let this chance pass me by.

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