(7) Student/Teacher Relationship
I pulled on a tank top and some comfortable black shorts, preparing myself for whatever Xavier had in store. He was quiet about it, but kept repeating the same things.
“No attitude during this. Do not question my tactics. Do whatever I ask. If you get hurt, I have the right to stop training for a full night. I apologize ahead of time if I hurt you…” He looked down for a moment. “This was one of the reasons I didn’t, and still don’t, want to train you. It can become dangerous.”
“I can handle it.” I pulled my hair into a ponytail and grinned.
“Do you promise to listen and obey?”
“Yes, Master,” I teased.
“Mmm, save that talk for afterwards.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it before leading me downstairs.
I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, I just knew that we weren’t heading towards an area I was familiar with. He opened a narrow door and flicked on a light switch. There were stairs that led downward, so I took them carefully. We reached the bottom when I came to the realization that this basement wasn’t filled with an air-hockey table or boxes like most basements had. It was filled with weapons.
“Whoa, that is creepy,” I breathed, gesturing towards the wall that held all sorts of weapons.
Wooden stakes, shotguns, swords, knives, axes, hand guns, a baseball bat, and even a bow and arrows. I touched the wooden stakes in confusion.
“Not for you, love. I have those for unwanted guests that are not too fond of me,” he reassured me.
“The guns?” Why would he have guns if he were worried about vampires?
“They are filled with silver bullets.”
“So which one do I train with?”
He chuckled darkly and patted my head. “You’re thinking very far ahead. You won’t be dealing with weapons for a while.”
I frowned, slumping my shoulders in disappointment.
He reached over and touched my bottom pouting lip with his thumb. “No attitude, remember?”
I straightened my pose and bit my lip.
“Tonight, we’re working on stances.” He stood behind me, his hand grasping my leg and repositioning it. “You need to learn how to stand sturdy. You’re always falling down or getting hurt because you’re so clumsy and reckless.”
I bit back the urge to snap at him and instead moved the way he wanted me to. The stance he moved me into was awkward, but I locked my legs in place strongly. “We’ll have to train quickly, the sun is coming up soon,” I informed him.
He placed his hand on my lower back to keep me from stepping out of my position. “Part of this training is during the daytime.” He pushed the back of my leg with his foot, causing me nearly to stumble. “You’re not trying. You need to not fall over.”
“During the daytime? But that’s nearly impossible. We’ll be weak and exhausted.”
I felt his foot nearly my right foot and quickly repositioned my weight in order to keep him from shoving me over. “When in battle, you’re at your weakest, most vulnerable state. Sometimes you’re covered in wounds or weak from hunger. Fighting to stay awake and alert during the daytime. I’ve trained for decades.”
Even though it sounded logical, I was still worried about staying up during this. “Well, I’ve done it before…” I accidentally said.
“When?”
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