*Rewritten

I was summoned by Miika in the dead of the night. I haven't been outside much the last few days, preventing me from burning up all my excess energy. I rarely slept these days. I walked through the long, abandoned hallways of the mansion. Every Vampire was out, living their undead lives.

As I walked up to the door of Miika's office, my attention got grabbed by marking around a large M carved into the old wooden door. I was yet unfamiliar with the original language of this species and noted to myself that, if I were to spend more time with them, had to learn to at least read their text. I knocked on the big door, in contrary to most stories in which a knock echoed through the hallways in a low booming tone, it made a dull muffled thud of a sound which led me to knock again with a little more power.

"Come in" Miika said through the door.

As I pushed, the door opened without a sound. There was no trace of old wood creaking, hinges in dire need of oil or even the sound of air being pushed away by the door.

"Close the door behind you please".

I closed the door. It fell into its lock, which was the only sound the door made and it was that recognizable, claustrophobia inducing, sound of your escape plan becoming unavailable.

"Take a seat, don't stand there like an idiot".

I sat down on a large chair and looked around the room. The room wasn't that big. It was high. It was about 5 meters high with walls covered in text written in same language as on the door.

There was a large red carpet on the floor, with a huge wooden desk in the middle of the room. Miika was sitting on a large chair, not quite a throne but it conveyed the impression of leadership nonetheless. Every piece of furniture, except for the chair I was sitting on, was decorated in the same, slightly disturbing, style. The sides of the desk was decorated with text in that same language I noticed before, just as Miika's chair. The legs of the desk and chair were covered with the outlines of faces, screaming or expressing agony. I knew that Vampires had to live in darkness but I couldn't understand why everything had to be so macabre. The room was as mysterious, grotesque and intimidating as Miika himself was.

"What are those languages?" I asked Miika.

"Spells" he said in a low voice. "You've probably heard it in a lot of myths, a circle of salt which demons cannot trespass, a circular room so the devil cannot hide in corners. These spells supposedly prevent other entities that live in the dark from listening in on our conversations".

I didn't dare to more questions. Although the man didn't seem bothered with answering them, I was afraid to tire him out, get on his bad side.

"With Nathalka out of the running in the foreseeable future, I will take up the task of testing you" Miika said while resting his elbows on the chair's armrests and folding his hands together. "You seem to possess a great power but we have yet to discover your weakness".

This scared me, I was being placed on the spot to prove myself, and for what? Why?

"Don't be scared. You're a guest in my house, I let you in, don't hesitate about anything" if I wanted you dead you would have been dead by now.

Those words calmed me down a little bit, but not by much. He indeed could have killed me if he so desired but that didn't mean he couldn't have a change of heart.

"If you flinch, you die"

Miika jumped up onto the desk, and kicked me in my face. I fell backwards with my chair, and smashed against the ground. The back of my head hit the floor and the ringing in my ears had just taught me that the floor, albeit covered with carpet, was in fact made of concrete.

"You're pathetic!" He yelled at me. "You'll never be as strong as us!" He opened his mouth, fangs exposed as he hissed at me.

I stood up, shook my head and closed my eyes for a moment to regain my focus. When I opened my eyes, I readied my feet. Left leg forward, right leg backwards, heel up, toes firmly on the ground, relax the left leg and tighten the right. It may not be the best physical position but the years have learned me it was my most comfortable when I needed to jump into a fight.

I pushed my body forward, releasing the energy through my right leg and raising my left onto the desk. The preparation turned my mind into a whirlwind, releasing more energy and with that energy, I lunched my right arm towards Miika as a mad man, hitting him full on the temple. He flew to the left, and hit the wall. The wall crushed when his back hit it. Dust and splinters filled the room. I walked off the desk towards Miika who was lying on the ground. I Looked down upon him and raised my foot, ready to land the bottom of my boot on his face.

At that moment, he grabbed my foot and swung me around the room. He didn't let go, my head bashed into the various pieces of furniture that filled the room. With every hit, I felt my consciousness slip away. When Miika released his grip, I landed with my back against the door, hitting the back of my head, again. This time, not only my ears were ringing, but my vision was seriously blurred. The door, so well made and preserved through the ages, was hanging loose in its hinges.

I mustered my strength, knowing that if I didn't give up everything I had left in me, I would not made a decent impact on the man. The illusion that I stood a chance against him in a fair fight never entered my mind, all that was important was making a proper impression, preferably on his face. I got up, ran towards Miika and punched him again. His hand came up, and grabbed my fist out of the air. His speed was enormous, I admired it. I grinned at him, and tried to hit him with my other hand. He grabbed that one too. With all the adrenaline rushing through me, I forgot that it had been broken, and heard it snap again. The pain wasn't as much as the last time, but nonetheless, it was unpleasant.

I jumped up, placed my left foot on his chest, and smashed my right foot in his face. He let go of me, and flew backwards against the wall. Immediately I rushed towards him, but he jumped up to the wall. His hand and feet were pressed against the decorated wood, he looked like spider in the middle of its web. Before I knew it, his right foot kicked me in the shoulder, forcing me to turn around and exposing my back to him. I felt his left foot hit me in the spine causing a sharp stinging pain strike through the muscles. As if I was electrocuted, I fell to my knees and then on my chest. I was down for the count, this man could pack a punch. I didn't want to get back up again.

"Come on you bastard! What good are you to us when you can't even stand on your own feet! You need to learn to walk again? You need me to teach you? You need me to teach you how to ride a bike too? How to speak and write? How to love a woman? You weren't rescued in that fire. You were left to die. The world wanted to get rid of you, and just putting you into a mental hospital wasn't good enough. Think of it. You are still here and your parents are none the wiser. They actually do not care that their child is still alive".

How the frak did Miika know all this! What the hell was he doing? I know what he tries to do I Thought to myself, And it's working. Anger replaced all of my feelings, with every beat of my heart, fury got pumped through my limbs. He was right, the world proved itself good enough without me, It's time for the world to be afraid of me. I screamed, raising myself up from the ground. I was trembling, twitching, grinding my teeth.

I ran towards Miika and started to hit and kick him like an angry kid on the playground. Miika fell down, and I saw the blood spurting out of his nose. I kicked him with my right foot like he was a ragdoll. Miika slid over the floor ending up against the desk. I jumped up, never even noticing that the force I had on the way down was due to the fact that I pushed myself away from the ceiling. I came down, left leg bend backwards, right knee bend forward, like an arrow striking his target. I smashed my right knee down, shredding half of the desk and filling the room with dust. When the dust settled, there was nothing underneath my knee other than a broken desk and a small crater in the concrete floor. "So, you do have it in you" Miika said to me all of a sudden, all calm and serene again.

"What the frak do you mean! What are you doing to me!?" I shouted at him, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

"You can be strong, only you need to get angry first. It means you've got hidden strength, ready to be unlocked. It also means that Nathalka was right" He said whipping the blood of his face with a handkerchief.

I tried to calm myself down, and control my hyperventilation I saw the world around me blur and I felt sick, very sick. Before I knew it I threw up and passed out.