Drea had had a terrible night. Ruchian, had to be stopped. But now, she had
to worry about Michel; and worry she did. She knew he wasn't asleep, she
felt his pain of accepting who he now was, and she wanted to be there for
him; but she knew he needed to gain strength on his own, no matter how
strong their bond was.
Upstairs, in his room, Michel was gaining strength. The blood was kicking in, and he wanted to fihgt. He looked at a clock on his nightstand: 4:25. Still time till sunrise. He pulled back the curtains and found himself high up. No problem, he thought, I'm a bat, I can fly. So he opened the window and jumped. He landed on his feet; but he didn't fly, he more like glided. Then, he saw the gaurds. He began to run. They saw him and went after him.
Meanwhile, Drea was in the shooting room. "Drea!" said Jebter, with dissapointment in his voice. "You better come quick."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Michel."
Michel got to the gates but didn't know how to get out without a car. So he started climbing the fence. He almost got away, but they caught him, and brought him inside.
"Who's responsible for this boy?"
"My name is Michel!" he said struggling against their grasp.
"I am," said Drea.
They dropped him and went back outside. It wasn't a grave matter. He wasn't locked up, he wasn't in trouble, he just looked suspicious and they knew he was new. Everyone went back to thier conversations.
"What were you doing?" asked Drea.
"I had to get out. I just couldn't stay cooped up forever."
"Are you tired?"
"No," he replied.
"Then we have work to do."
Drea took Michel to the shooting room. He was very inexperienced with a gun. He nearly shot Jebter in the eye when the bullet bounced off the statue. They worked on his aim for about two hours. Then Jebter convinced Michel to rest in his room for a few hours. Vampiers have to sleep extra when they are newly turned, they need a substantial amount of rest; that Michel simply had not gotten.
"I suppose you won't be training anymore," said Jebter to Drea, while Michel was resting.
"I need to train Michel. He's very....unrestrained. Just the fact that he went looking for a vampire to turn him, shows that he needs constant watch," said Drea thoughtfully.
"Be carefull. You don' want to get too caught up. You still have a duty to the coven."
"You mean killing Lycans, training recruits, and carrying on the line as Ruchian's queen?"
"No, I didn' say-"
"That's what everyone says I'm destined for."
"Well, they' wrong."
"You're damn right they're wrong. I-"
"-am meant for something greater," interupted Michel. He was down from his room. He changed out of his teenage-jeans and t-shirt; to combat clothes. Black slacks, a black t-shirt, and a long leather trench coat. He also combed his dirty blond hair down around his face.
"Nice job," said Jebter, impressed.
"I'm ready for my training."
Jebter and Drea exchanged glances.
They took Michel to a training room. They blindfolded him and told him to defend an attack.
"But how will I know where you are?" said Michel, worried.
"You tell me," said Jebter.
"By sound?" he suggested.
"Let's try that out," said Drea. She snuk up behind him on the left. "Let's just say I'm coming from the-"
"Right! You're coming from the right!" said Michel.
Drea came right up to him, and stroked his left cheek, then backed away, leaving Michel to strike at air.
"You can't always trust sound. You have to feel. Feel me sneaking up on you. With sound, I can reflect my voice. So I'm over here, then I'm over here."
Drea came up on his right and wispered in his ear: "Follow you gut. Sound can be useful, but follow your feelings, they're almost always right."
Drea removed his blindfold. Michel found himself inches away from her. His heart sped up.
From afar, Jebter was shaking his head. He couldn't tell if this was just a game, a training technique. Or, if Drea was getting too caught up in Michel.
Meanwhile, Juliana was roaming the halls, and decided to stop by the training room. She stood next to Jebter and watched Drea cirlce Michel.
"What is she doing?" asked Julina, with slight disgust in her voice.
"That's still in debate."
"He's too young for her."
"And that' for you to decide?"
Soon, other members of the house started to arrive. A lot happened to Drea, and normally she was the talk of the house. She once again was, especially by adopting a squire. Rumors about them being involved together had not been created yet, but after half the house seeing Drea circle Michel teasingly; there would be now.
"Close your eyes," wispered Drea.
He did.
"Now, don't follow my voice. Feel."
Drea slowly backed into a corner. She was breathing heavily. She had not gotten so worked up before any actualy fighting had begun in a long time. She knew she was treading a thing line, but she also knew she didn't want to stop.
Michel was walking slowly, his hands at his sides. His breathing was just as fast as Drea's. He got to the corner where Drea was hiding. Drea was dead silent, her eyes were wide, her heart was pumping fast. He felt it. He smiled.
Drea attacked. Michel reataliated by jumping up, but Drea grabbed his leg and swung him into a wall. Drea ran at him, but he jumped over Drea, landing on the other side, turned around, and pushed her against the wall. She bounced back and grabbed his arm, pushing him to the ground. He layed there, staring up at Drea, who smirked.
Then, Michel, did something surprising. He jumped up, caught Drea off gaurd, and then pinned her down on the floor.
The whole room held its breath. Thirty pairs of eyes watched, while an outraged Ruchian strode in to see what the cause of the comotion was. When he saw Michel and Drea, and then all the spectators, he was all but pleased.
Upstairs, in his room, Michel was gaining strength. The blood was kicking in, and he wanted to fihgt. He looked at a clock on his nightstand: 4:25. Still time till sunrise. He pulled back the curtains and found himself high up. No problem, he thought, I'm a bat, I can fly. So he opened the window and jumped. He landed on his feet; but he didn't fly, he more like glided. Then, he saw the gaurds. He began to run. They saw him and went after him.
Meanwhile, Drea was in the shooting room. "Drea!" said Jebter, with dissapointment in his voice. "You better come quick."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Michel."
Michel got to the gates but didn't know how to get out without a car. So he started climbing the fence. He almost got away, but they caught him, and brought him inside.
"Who's responsible for this boy?"
"My name is Michel!" he said struggling against their grasp.
"I am," said Drea.
They dropped him and went back outside. It wasn't a grave matter. He wasn't locked up, he wasn't in trouble, he just looked suspicious and they knew he was new. Everyone went back to thier conversations.
"What were you doing?" asked Drea.
"I had to get out. I just couldn't stay cooped up forever."
"Are you tired?"
"No," he replied.
"Then we have work to do."
Drea took Michel to the shooting room. He was very inexperienced with a gun. He nearly shot Jebter in the eye when the bullet bounced off the statue. They worked on his aim for about two hours. Then Jebter convinced Michel to rest in his room for a few hours. Vampiers have to sleep extra when they are newly turned, they need a substantial amount of rest; that Michel simply had not gotten.
"I suppose you won't be training anymore," said Jebter to Drea, while Michel was resting.
"I need to train Michel. He's very....unrestrained. Just the fact that he went looking for a vampire to turn him, shows that he needs constant watch," said Drea thoughtfully.
"Be carefull. You don' want to get too caught up. You still have a duty to the coven."
"You mean killing Lycans, training recruits, and carrying on the line as Ruchian's queen?"
"No, I didn' say-"
"That's what everyone says I'm destined for."
"Well, they' wrong."
"You're damn right they're wrong. I-"
"-am meant for something greater," interupted Michel. He was down from his room. He changed out of his teenage-jeans and t-shirt; to combat clothes. Black slacks, a black t-shirt, and a long leather trench coat. He also combed his dirty blond hair down around his face.
"Nice job," said Jebter, impressed.
"I'm ready for my training."
Jebter and Drea exchanged glances.
They took Michel to a training room. They blindfolded him and told him to defend an attack.
"But how will I know where you are?" said Michel, worried.
"You tell me," said Jebter.
"By sound?" he suggested.
"Let's try that out," said Drea. She snuk up behind him on the left. "Let's just say I'm coming from the-"
"Right! You're coming from the right!" said Michel.
Drea came right up to him, and stroked his left cheek, then backed away, leaving Michel to strike at air.
"You can't always trust sound. You have to feel. Feel me sneaking up on you. With sound, I can reflect my voice. So I'm over here, then I'm over here."
Drea came up on his right and wispered in his ear: "Follow you gut. Sound can be useful, but follow your feelings, they're almost always right."
Drea removed his blindfold. Michel found himself inches away from her. His heart sped up.
From afar, Jebter was shaking his head. He couldn't tell if this was just a game, a training technique. Or, if Drea was getting too caught up in Michel.
Meanwhile, Juliana was roaming the halls, and decided to stop by the training room. She stood next to Jebter and watched Drea cirlce Michel.
"What is she doing?" asked Julina, with slight disgust in her voice.
"That's still in debate."
"He's too young for her."
"And that' for you to decide?"
Soon, other members of the house started to arrive. A lot happened to Drea, and normally she was the talk of the house. She once again was, especially by adopting a squire. Rumors about them being involved together had not been created yet, but after half the house seeing Drea circle Michel teasingly; there would be now.
"Close your eyes," wispered Drea.
He did.
"Now, don't follow my voice. Feel."
Drea slowly backed into a corner. She was breathing heavily. She had not gotten so worked up before any actualy fighting had begun in a long time. She knew she was treading a thing line, but she also knew she didn't want to stop.
Michel was walking slowly, his hands at his sides. His breathing was just as fast as Drea's. He got to the corner where Drea was hiding. Drea was dead silent, her eyes were wide, her heart was pumping fast. He felt it. He smiled.
Drea attacked. Michel reataliated by jumping up, but Drea grabbed his leg and swung him into a wall. Drea ran at him, but he jumped over Drea, landing on the other side, turned around, and pushed her against the wall. She bounced back and grabbed his arm, pushing him to the ground. He layed there, staring up at Drea, who smirked.
Then, Michel, did something surprising. He jumped up, caught Drea off gaurd, and then pinned her down on the floor.
The whole room held its breath. Thirty pairs of eyes watched, while an outraged Ruchian strode in to see what the cause of the comotion was. When he saw Michel and Drea, and then all the spectators, he was all but pleased.