A moment of peace…to breathe. Just a moment though for the story must go on.
Roxie took to her new 'abilities' very quickly. She mastered hearing things at amazing distances off, seeing things through the murkiest blackest nights and running at incredible speeds for even more astonishing distances. I taught her all the strengths I could, from defense, to attack, to when to be 'human' and when to be animal. Damon has his own sessions with her, training her to control her bloodlust and hunt without making a mess. Somehow the two of us teamed together to teach her the shared strengths we had.
Over and over gain we both stressed the weakness of both species. Don't drink dead blood. Don't touch anything of pure silver. It was almost surprising at first that he would teach her what to avoid. Since when did he care? But the connection between us grew considerably stronger. Roxanne grew fonder of Damon with each little session as he did with her. I can't help but wonder if maybe it was the fact that she was so incredibly close, almost infatuated with us, (yes, with both of us) that caused the events to happen later.
But for now, there was peace. Her training sessions were relaxing to say the least and she always made them enjoyable. It was nicer than when I had first become what I am and told her about it. Now there was no restraint. I couldn't accidentally crush her with a hug, though there was a good chance she could break my spinal cord that way. Oh well, I'd take it happily. I'm a fast healer anyway.
Though, on a side note, I must admit it was almost embarrassing to be with her sometimes. It didn't exactly take her very long to find out exactly how strong she is, nor did it take her any more than two seconds more to figure out that she was stronger than both Damon and I put together. And she frequently saw to remind us of it. Don't mistake me, I have no problems with a 'girl' being stronger, but when that girl has the temper of a raging hybrid and can throw a 3 ton wrecking ball through a steel wall, it makes you just a little wary. Needless to say we, or I, at least tried my best to keep her happy. Dumba- I mean Damon decided it was hysterical to watch her destroy anything she touched.
But yes… It was a happy time. There were some rough spots, but they always ended in laughter and a smile. As long as it was hers neither of us really cared what else happened. It was moments like these that have made me learn to hate peaceful moments. As you saw before there was a gentle calm before the storm. A moment of pure happiness before it all falls apart. This story is absolutely full of them. One thing I've learned from seeing this repetitive pattern time and time again: the happier the moment is, the worse the storm is. And let me tell you it was absolute bliss for the longest time.