(A/N Hmm another lag in my updates =/ sorry I was out at some "Friends" houses. At least now I know I have a couple of true friends left thanks to rave for that. This chapter will be going over what little training is received by Deodesh before becoming fledgling.)

Disclaimer: you know I don't own any of white-wolfs games so why ask for this? I do however own Deodesh muhahaha let slip the dogs of war!

The whole of the return trip had been in complete silence only the defining howls of the wind that had picked up from an oncoming storm where there. When they arrived back at the temple/haven did they actually exchange small words.

"Your to follow me Deodesh were going to start your training." Galas had said as he stepped out of the carriage then turned to the ghoul driver. "Go to town and get a few crates of rice," and the driver was off in a flash of lightning.

Miyra walked next to Deodesh leaning her weary form close to him for comfort and protection from the onslaught of wind that had brewed up from the very depths of hell it seemed. When they got to the training room that was little more than a storage room there where large crates lining the walls and a single under-light chandelier the small flickering flames casting there strained efforts for light across the room giving it an eerie glow. Galas stood in the middle of the room, placed a palm under his chin and snapped his neck to the right, the bone giving easily and giving a few cracks of displeasure. "Leave us Miyra" Galas said roughly while taking his petty coat off and throwing it to the side.

Miyra bowed her head in response and stepped from the room the only real source of light faded from the room as the door squeaked closed. Galas moved from the center of the room to one side and removed a few strands of metallic wire, then proceeded to wrap Deodesh's arms with them. He moved over to the other wall and began winding a large crank that was hidden by a few crates. A sudden shudder ran through the whole of the building as the ceiling gave a great cry of pain. Deodesh looked to the ceiling and watched in awe as it opened slowly exposing the angry sky above. Rain poured into the small room like a tidal wave against the shore. As Galas maneuvered himself into the center of the room in front of Deodesh. "Alright come at me." Galas motioned Deodesh forward.

Deodesh had wanted to do this almost the whole time he'd known Galas. He charged forward and threw a fist at Galas's face hitting nothing but air, something grabbed him from behind and thrust him forward onto the ground his body ached as he stood again to see nothing around him. A sudden shock rang through his body as a few thousands of volts ran there course through him, he stumbled to the ground again his vision blurred and his right leg gave a sudden spasm. He stood again Galas was in front of him once more. "What's wrong whelp hit me!" Deodesh lunged forward in pure rage grabbing for his sire's throat but grabbed nothing once again. He was elbowed in the back and knocked directly against the cold wet floor his body was ringing with immense pain. A small bit of water ran into his half open mouth and down his esophagus, he lurched forward his body contorting in pain as he puked up blood mixed with water. It must have taken him a few minutes to get all the water out of his system. He finally stood up only to get knocked down by an oncoming fist that hit him squarely across the cheek; his body flew back and fell into a lone crate splintering it on contact. He tried to get up but found his body would not respond, he tried to look around but his head wouldn't move either. He grew frantic. "Your pathetic." Galas was over him this time, he bent down and grabbed Deodesh by both arms and pulled him off the wood that had splintered and impaled his heart. He felt woozy and light headed as galas slipped the metallic cords from around his arms. "Go get some rest you'll need it tomorrow I teach you everything.

Deodesh bowed his head and left the room slowly holding his left side. He got to his appointed room and found Miyra sitting there with a bundle of cloths and bandages. He went to the queen sized bed and dropped himself onto it. "That didn't go as well as I thought it would." He voiced from under a feather pillow.

"He is a hard teacher, it will become easier when you learn." Miyra's words slurred in his head, a few seconds later he felt a cool sensation run over his back which must have been one of the rags. She placed something near him and instructed him to breath it deeply. He followed his instructions and his world began to swirl right before it went black and he was out. She finished with wrapping his wounds with the bandages and left the room.

Deodesh spent the next three months learning of the masquerade, hunting, the camarilla, the sabbat, as well as his inherited skills. When he was done he had become quite efficient with celerity: 3, Protean: 2, and Obfuscate: 2. He had done well and was ready to become a Neonite and embrace his first Vampire.

"So Neonite have you chosen yet?" Galas said after a harsh training session. He looked at Deodesh and smirked for he knew whom he was to choose.

"Yes sire I have, I wish to embrace Miyra if she be willing." Deodesh stood proudly he had won his first match with Galas after countless losses. He couldn't wait to tell Miyra about his decision and ask her to be with him for all of eternity.

Galas let out a hardy laugh and slapped his pupil on the back; they had become somewhat of friends through Deodesh's training. "Go on and ask I will send word to the prince."

Deodesh ran off filled with excitement to his room where he knew Miyra would be waiting. As she always was she was sitting next to the bed in a hickory wood chair. She was startled when he burst into the room, as well as when he knelt in front of her smiling like a fool and laughing out loud. "What is it Deodesh? Not that I'm not happy that you are just curious"

"I may sire my first vampire Miyra! And I wish that you would be the one, I want to live with you forever, please say yes!" He was overjoyed the words came little more than a jumble, but she had heard and turned a deep crimson in response.

"Yes I will" she jumped forward and tackle hugged him kissing him passionately, as un lady like as it where she didn't care. That night there was a feast in Deodesh's accention to Neonite. And tomorrow she would be embraced and they would go out into the world and live together for the remainder of time.

Wolfy: Well that was interesting :p hope you guys liked it as much as I liked writing it next chapter Deodesh will meet Garan. How fun :p all who read R&R before I break you peoples necks :p all save for rave, Kuri, and rose. Anywho later all