A hybrid, werewolves, and a scooter (gxg)

Ch. 13 - Training

Just as we had agreed on, Haven and I decided to meet so they could help me with my vampire training.

It was still weird to think of the vampire as a part of my family, but I guess we could both settle for being acquaintances for now. It was still a pretty good feeling to know that there was someone with the same blood as me in this world.

That's actually how they knew who I was. Everyone's blood has a specific scent to it, and vampires can nitpick people using this scent. It was a weird concept, but I wasn't gonna judge since it could be pretty helpful to identify people in large crowds.

The strangest part was that Haven could only sense me because my vampire side was somehow "activated" and they could feel I was a vampire even without seeming like it. Considering I'm apparently the only one to ever be naturally born from a vampire, it gets hard to not know who I was.

Since my lessons ended early today, I texted them to see if we could train, and that's why I'm standing next to the gate of the giant house, waiting for it to open up.

Soon it does, and I am greeted by the courteous vampire just like I was the other night.

We got into the house and they guided me through it. This time I was less shocked than the first, and I was able to pay attention to my surroundings.

As we passed through the living room, I noticed a huge fireplace with a painting of an old man on top. The man looked like the kind of person who'd impose himself on other people and get what he wanted no matter what.

"That's your grandfather," Haven noticed me looking at the painting before we got into the hallway. "His name was Luca Montblood, the first of our line. He bit Vlad and me when we were dying soldiers during the first wars in humankind. Not a man you'd like to mess with."

I could only nod in response while we kept walking.

There were more paintings and a few vases on the hallway, probably worth more than everything I own, and then we got into a room that seemed to be a gym with weights and equipment all around.

"I assume your fighting skills are generally good, so we'll have to work on your strength and speed if you want to have any advantages against the hunters." The vampire guided me to the center of the room covered with a cushion. "I apologize in advance, but I will hit you as hard and as fast as I can so you can build yourself up."

Well, here we go.

I positioned myself on the opposite side of the tatami and the fight began.

-- -- -- --

Being able to win a match out of two hundred could sound bad but not when your opponent was a seven-hundred-year-old vampire.

To fight stronger supernaturals, the metas usually paired amongst themselves and made sure to use some gadgets to help during the fight so they could have the advantage.

The more stupid ones tried to attack them by themselves and ended up dying, so that's the only moment a meta was ever not so cocky to try and pick a fight alone.

We were there for what felt like an eternity, but it was only a couple of hours. It was still enough to make my body ache more than it had when I got ran over yesterday.

"Let's take a break," Haven announced and then went to get us some blood for recovery, not that they needed any.

It was still a bit weird to drink it like that, but I could get used to it.

"So, how are things going with the werewolf girl?"

"Better. We hung out yesterday and she taught me how to ride a scooter," I said while slurping on my blood bag.

"Is this some kind of new expression that you young people use these days?" Haven asked with an amused expression.

"No, that's literally what we did. And then I got run over by a car."

"How lovely," they said with a straight face, so I couldn't know if it was sarcasm or not. "There's no point in going on a date to just have dinner."

Yup, they were serious.

"And since you didn't correct me by saying that it wasn't a date, I assume things went great. Did you kiss her?" The vampire sounded like an excited teenager.

"It's a bit too soon for that," I shook my head. "Also, I still have to tell everyone about who I really am before I try to get in a relationship."

"It does make sense. I know it feels a bit scary, but I'm sure your friends are going to understand your reasons. They seem like nice people, even if they are werewolves."

"What's with the grudge between the two species anyways?"

"That's a long story that involves a lot of old and dead supernaturals. I myself am not entirely sure."

"So you have these conflicts because of people that don't even exist anymore? You ignore the fact that those wolves could be the best people ever just because of what supernatural they are?"

"Actually, yes," Haven sighed. "And not only with supernaturals but also with metas. Do you think your friends would have been so friendly in their first impression if they could feel what you are? We live by labels, by prejudgement, and that's something that can't be changed overnight."

They did have a point.

I just nodded and finished my blood, and we were soon back at training.

It was only the first day, but I could feel a bit stronger than I was before I stepped into the house, which was a good sign.

Haven and I agreed on training at least three times a week, so I was on the right track to fight the hunters when they came.

-- -- -- --

When I got into my dorm, I was surprised by four werewolves laying on the floor of the living room, which was covered with pillows and thick blankets.

"There's been a roach infestation, so the classes are out for a while. We're thinking about having a movie night if that's okay?" Casey got up from the floor while the others watched me expectantly.

"That sounds great," I agreed. "Not the roaches part, obviously, but it's been a while since we had sleepovers with movies."

"We have two votes for chick flicks/rom-coms and two for thrillers/horror, so you'll have to choose," Casey announced and then whispered so I would be the only one hearing.

Of course, it didn't make a difference since the others could still hear but anyways.

"If I ask nicely, can you choose rom-coms?" She smiled brightly while tugging the hem of my shirt, and I didn't have the heart to say no. "Pretty please?"

"Rom-coms it is," I gave, in and she lifted me from the ground and spun me before going over to Mason and fist-bumping him.

"I'll get the popcorn and the movies ready," Avery announced after getting up from the floor and kissing Mason's cheek. "You're lucky that Casey's on your side."

"Ugh, I feel so single right now," Alice complained, making the couple grin.

I smile at them before going to my room and getting my things ready to take a quick shower before the movies.

It's amazing but also incredibly sad to know that if I couldn't hide who I really was, this would have never happened. Labels suck.

After going back to the living room for the delight of the others, I laid between Mason and Casey, and the first movie, The Notebook, was played. This was going to be a blast for Mason and Casey since she, just like Haven, was looking like a fourteen-year-old teenager.

We watched a bunch of movies, and I was probably the first one to fall asleep since I was too tired from training. At that moment I could probably pinpoint the highlight of my life.

Happiness may not last forever, but what is this phrase if not a different way of telling you to enjoy it when it comes?