Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

a/n: rating to go up when more story is added

In case anyone missed it, my penname is changed to elvishphoenix

-

January 10

I thought jumping to the ceiling was hard. Nothing was going to prepare me for crawling along the walls. Kahn thankfully decided to show me how and demonstrate first. He showed me the proper position on the floor first. I bent over, copying him. My pale fingers gripped the stone and my toes curled into whatever groove there was on the floor. He had decided to teach me first without shoes on so I would get a better feel for what I was supposed to do.

He took off his shoes as well. He walked over to the roughest wall and put his hands on it, elbows bent at a 45º angle. He motioned for me to do the same. I did. He then reached upwards and I copied his movements, bringing my other hand above my first. He did this until I was standing on my toes. I looked down and saw a piece of rock that jutted outwards. I stepped on it to help me raise myself up. We kept doing this until I realized that I was crawling along the wall. That piece of obvious information startled me and I let go accidentally. I slid down the wall, scraping my face along its rough surface.

When I reached the bottom, I was not amused. My face felt hot and swollen and my white fingers were bathed with crimson when I touched my cheek. Kahn jumped down beside me and winced as he looked at my face. He picked up a towel I had not noticed before and gently dabbed at the wound. The blood flow had already stopped though. I grabbed the towel from him and the rest of the blood off my face. "You're a fast healer," he told me. I took the compliment silently.

I was ready to try again soon enough. I felt embarrassed about my sudden fear and injury. I would never again let him see me fail. I started climbing. All went well until I reached the top. I had nowhere else to go. I looked down at him. I suddenly realized what I should do. Without his instruction, I placed my hands flat on the ceiling and continued crawling. When I reached the middle of the ceiling, I jumped down, managing to land on my feet. His eyes shone in admiration. "You are a quick learner. The first time I tried crawling, I ended up with a few broken bones and a scrape worse then yours." I did not believe him. He was probably only trying flatter me and I wasn't going to fall for it.

"Now that you have mastered crawling on a rough surface, you are ready to try to crawl on a smoother surface. Vampires can not crawl on every surface though. We cannot crawl on smooth surfaces, like glass or steel." I looked at him, remembering all he said. When he signaled for me to try, I put my hands on the smoother surface and started to climb.

Kahn was right. I had a harder time holding onto the wall than before. I kept climbing, and started out over the roof. "Keep going," Kahn shouted up to me. I kept crawling, the surface getting smoother and smoother as I went, until I hit the roughest part of the wall. I waited for his instruction. "Turn left and crawling along the wall, parallel to the floor," came the order.

I did so, surprised at how much harder it was. Eventually, I had gotten all the way around and jumped down. Kahn nodded approvingly and pulled out a watch. "I'm going to time you now. Start right here," he motioned to a section of the wall, "and crawl along the wall until you get back to this spot again." Kahn took a piece of chalk and marked the spot. "Try to accomplish this as fast as you can."

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded. "Alright then…go!" I shot up the wall to the mark and immediately turned and started off as fast as I could. I forgot all as I crawled, only concentrating on my fluid movements and the feel of the wall. It was exhilarating. I could hear my breath coming smoothly and my muscles tensed and waiting to catch me should I fall. I felt a dry substance under my nails that caked off and realized that I had reached the chalk line. I dropped down to the ground, muscles seizing up.

Kahn whistled lowly. "That's the fastest I've ever seen anyone go. You've set a new record. Well done," he congratulated me. I smiled slightly at him, one corner of my mouth pulling back. "That's all for today's training." He checked his watch. "I'll walk you back to your room." He opened the door and walked out, me following him. He led me down hallways and up stairs. I felt lethargic from tiredness and my muscles were screaming in pain. I walked smoothly though, not letting anyone see my pain.

Kahn led me to my room and dismissed himself. I walked in to find warm blood and a bath. I hesitated as I looked at the blood, trying to ignore the desire for it. Drinking blood was a big sin. The Bible said in Leviticus 7:26-27, "…Moreover, you shall eat no manner of blood, weather it be of fowl or of beast, in any of your dwellings. Whatever so soul it be that eats any manner of blood, even that soul shall be cut off from his people…" It was then I finally realized that I was cursed. I had been cut off from my people, the humans. I had drunk blood and enjoyed it.

I could not stop myself. I reached for the blood and drank it, letting the sweet coppery tasting fluid regenerate my body. I felt ashamed of myself. As I put the blood down, I remembered the bath. I peeled my leather clothes off and sunk into the bath. I immediately felt refreshed, forgetting momentarily my lust for blood. As I sat soaking, I noticed the various bruises on my face fading, leaving my skin clean and pure. I slunk down and continuously splashed my face until I felt my injuries melt away. It felt good, sitting in the bath.

The water got too cold for me to feel comfortable in soon and I stirred myself up from the stupor I had sunk into and grabbed the fluffy clean towel that was laying beside the tub. I had dried myself off and wrapped it around me when I heard my door slam open and back closed. I whirled around, expecting trouble. Kraven stood there, most obviously staring at my chest. I glared at him, wrapping myself up even tighter. "What is it?" I asked him stiffly.

He pulled his eyes up my face after slowly scanning the rest of my body. His features arranged themselves in a sneer. "I just simply wished to know how your first day of training went and to see if you were…alright."

I treated him to my best glare. "I am perfectly fine," I told him coldly. "If you wish to know how my training went, then I suggest you speak to Kahn." He glared at me.

"Mind your manners." Kraven spoke harshly this time, letting his mask slip. "He took a step closer to me and stopped as I backed away.

"Mind your place." I retorted. Kraven scowled at me and turned around. He paused by the door.

"Sleep well," he told me stiffly and slammed the door on the way out. I sighed, quickly dressing in case he should come back in. I had a feeling that our rocky relationship was not going to get any better.

I slipped beneath the covers and closed my eyes, sleep finally claiming me.

-Back Then-

Kahn was walking back to the dojo to update the file he had on Selene when he ran into Viktor. He bowed low and stood up, averting his eyes in respect. "How did she do?" Viktor asked him.

"Very well, my Lord. She is a natural and catches on quick."

Viktor nodded in approval. "Do not go easy on her. Strain her as much as you can and give her the hardest exercises. Train her to be the best."

Kahn nodded. "As you wish my Lord." Viktor turned and walked away, leaving Kahn to go about his business.

-

Just so you know, I'll probably put a chap up every week around Sat. just so you know!

Aragornrocks- thanks for the support! I'm glad you like the first person point of view. I like your name too!

Falcon Horus- Don't worry, I defiantly won't be neglecting this story anytime soon. Anyways, if I even tried to get more involved with this then with school, my parents would kick my butt!

Pru pru- get an account and a ff name! NOW!