Slave to a Vampire (BTS Jimin)

24

Today was like every other morning during the week. I wake up early, do my morning routine, have breakfast and be ready by 6:00 to leave. When I'm ready, Mark would send me off like usual.

When I arrive at the main building, everybody is already waiting for me outside. I get out the car and walk up to them.

"Good morning ma'am!" They all greet me while saluting.

"Good morning?" I respond in confusion.

"Why are you all here and not in the training room like you always are?" I ask them.

"We all thought that we could start the day with a run and figured we would meet you here so that you don't have to enter the building and walk out again." Tony, one of Kevin's friends, says.

"Wow. That's very thoughtful of you guys. Thanks I guess." I tell them.

"Well, seeming that were all here, let's get started then." I say and begin to run, the rest following behind me.

After we've run a few times around the property, we head to the training room, after getting something to drink. Today I'm teaching the guys knife skills so this session will be quite interesting.

When we enter the room we place the mats on the floor, like we did last week and head to the rack where the fake knives are kept. The guys will be allowed to use the real deals once they've mastered using knives. The same goes with the guns. They use rubber or bb bullets for practice.

Everyone grabs a knife and goes to the mats and they wait for me to start teaching.

I show them a few of the basic techniques and get them to practice those, for the basics are very important and need to be mastered first. The good thing about vampires is that they learn quickly. It would take a normal human a few hours to learn this stuff but it will take an hour at most for a vampire to learn.

Once they have learned the basics, I teach them more complex moves which took them a bit longer to get right but they always seem to impress me when they all get it.

I let them take a little break to relax because they've worked hard so far. We all sit on the mats and the guys talk amongst themselves as I mind my own business.

I close my eyes and lean back with my hands supporting me. Suddenly someone asks me a question.

"Miss Morana? Are you perhaps an assassin?"

I open me eyes to see everybody is already looking at me, waiting for me to answer the question.

"Yes I am." I simply say, not getting into detail unless they ask.

"Who is your owner?" Another asks.

"I'm not a slave. And it's classified information." I tell him.

"How did you train to become an assassin?"

"I had teachers from China train me."

"Wowww." They said in unison.

"Miss Morana, how old were you when you started training?" This time Kevin asks me.

"I was 12 years old when I started."

"You were so young." Tony comments.

"I guess I was." I agreed with him.

"Miss Morana? What's your real name?" Tim asks me.

"Once again, that's classified information." I tell him.

"What does Morana mean?"

I let out a sigh. 'I'm getting tired of this interrogation.'

"It means death. It's also the name of the goddess of death and winter in Slavic mythology."