Chapter Two:
I shot out of my bed, puffs of uneven rigid panicked breaths escaping a pair of lungs that seemed to be under attack at the very moment. My heart was beating too fast and only seemed to be echoed by rapid tick, tick, tick, tick of the clockwork angel burning against his skin at the moment. My eyes blinked rapidly as I focused on where I was exactly yesterday had been hard, extremely hard. Dominus hadn't spared a second when we had gotten to the Villa overlooking the Mediterranean Sea that used to be able to calm my heart. We had gotten straight to work starting with shifting in a vampire; a dead vampire named Kline; I walked around the room, pranced, lunged, sprung, leaped, ran, and practiced talking, as he would have. The dead are much easier to tap into, because well they're dead they have no claim over their mangled soul; well they do but since they aren't exerting essence on earth it is easier for a shifter such as myself to grab hold of the thread and simply tug; you can adapt, shift, and mold yourself into the very essence that the subject was when they had been living.
It had taken far too long for me to process and intact the change; it shouldn't have but I had been out of practice for a year and when I say out of practice I mean I hadn't been practicing at all and Domnius noticed. He had swore and threw me a against a wall holding me there, hanging in the air my whole body clenched to submission for an hour while he sat a watched his handy work.
You see Dominus and I are Maji's a dead bred, we are the last two in existence mostly because we had killed each other; incredibly stupid; defiantly but that's the way things go right. Anyway Maji's are not like all the other creatures that seem to be crawling around earth lately, Maji's are powerful, you see we can see the fibers that extend and wrap around every little thing; it can be quite a burden actually in the beginning; because you see once a Maji is awaken, once a dormant Maji's power is awakened by another Maji than well you master that power and then you move on to the next power that must be inadvertently and quite painfully awakened as well. It is a long and horrid progress that really isn't worth the effort at all just to simply have all these new powers; it tends to take all the fun in life away.
A loud double knock sounded at my bronze metal door; I sighed just slighted and forced my body into a somewhat relaxed position. I could taste metal in my mouth from were the split in my lip had reopened over night and the thought of having to relive yesterday over and over again for a very long time only seemed to damper my mood further.
"Praeda." Dominus' voice came through the bronze door thin and rough almost as if he was upset or excited; I couldn't quite tell which at the moment.
"I am awake Supero Dominus, I shall be out in a moment if you'll please." I could feel his body stance outside the door; my senses automatically trained onto his every movement the way his feet were place to seem that he was perfectly at ease but the pressure he was emanating onto the ground told me that he was slightly annoyed already.
"Do hurry my sweet praeda; I am in no mood for your escapades today." With those words he turned swiftly the back of his leather shoes licking together as he walked with a hurried ease, the fibers in the marble floors absorbing his weight evenly. His feet turned swiftly making a left; which meant that he was heading towards the training room; or the front door however that option seemed highly unlikely.
I exhaled and let myself sink back into my pillows for a few moments before I forced my feet to swing out from under the silk sheets that seemed to stick to my body, the cold marble white floors made shivers run through my skin as I pushed myself up and walked towards my armoire and opened the doors sighing as I pulled out the only two things inside of it; a light white linen under dress and a more heavier grey bland tunic.
Slipping into the both of those I pushed my sore feet into the Chinese velvet slippers Dominus had brought me back from Shangri two winters ago.
I walked past my bronze silk bedding and elaborate metal bed posts towards my large metal door; my room was large enough but held no mementos, nothing that told a story about me; I had once had a silver heart sitting on my old wooden night table along with three stray novels that I had been given as a reward but when I ran away they had been burnt.
I pushed opened the door walked calmly, retracing the footfalls left in the fibers from Dominus to the exact timing and pace in which he had first token them and turning left I pushed the sliding wooden door that would lead to the training room.
I took a heavy sharp breath as I felt it just a second too late.