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Chapter 2
Mel was dreaming. She knew this because she was flying through a starlit sky in someone's arms. The trio had rented vintage Superman the night before and this was right out of one of the scenes, only it wasn't superman who held her, it was Dhaynger. She looked into his eyes and licked her lips as he leaned in to kiss them.
Mel sat up in bed with a shot, dragged out of her dream by her alarm. Great, right out of a dream and into a nightmare. She groaned inwardly. It was the first night back at the training center.
She dragged herself out of bed and over to her closet. Pulling on her black nylon sweats and a pair of black shit-kickers she headed down stairs for first meal. Passing her parents room on the way down the west corridor she could already hear her father Krym getting ready to go out patrolling. His shifts were every-other night with Tara's father Thrett. The two had been partners since before the females were born. They fought all the time but they were inseparable. It's no wonder Tara and I bicker the way we do, it runs in the blood, she mused.
Mel smiled to herself thinking of her best friend. She shared things with that female that no other soul knew about, there was nothing that she couldn't tell her, nothing she wouldn't do for her. Except tell her how you feel, Mel's inner voice pointed out. Yes, that was one thing that she was keeping from her, but that was to protect their friendship. If Tara ever found out how Mel felt about her, about Dhayn too, their friendship would be over. All of their closeness would be replaced by awkward tension. No more all night rooftop dancing, or all day movie-marathons, there would be no more sleepovers for sure. Either that or she'd feel the same way and you'd have very different types of sleepovers. Her inner voice chimed in again. Now that's something to think about...Virgin, you're screwed up Mel.
"What are you smiling about?" Dhayn asked as he joined her at the top of the main staircase.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Mel's smile vanished as she swallowed back fear. Yeah no one could find out. It's better to be just friends than lose either one of them. Suffer in silence, that's my motto, she thought with a smirk. Maybe one day she'd mate a great male who would make her feelings toward her friends somewhat normal.
"No really, penny for your thoughts? I'm having a horrible night so far, I could use a little of whatever is going on in your head. What are you thinking about?" He asked sullenly. Mel really looked at D for the first time, and he did look down.
"Just thinking about my future mate," she said honestly. "He's going to straighten out my life that's for sure," she added with a smile at her phrasing. Dhayn looked taken off guard.
"Anyone in mind?" he asked covering his shock with a wicked grin and wagging brow.
"Oh you know, tall dark and handsome," she teased, "and a fighter." Mel didn't understand the look on his face, she decided to steer the conversation in another direction. "Of course he'd have to get along with you and Tara," she added. Was that hurt on his face?
"Well, I hate to break this to you, but I don't know many males that would be willing to put up with you. You may have to settle for me in the end," he said jokingly. Or was it. She just couldn't read him lately. Time to change the subject.
"Where's Tara? Did she forget to set her alarm again?" Mel asked as they entered the dining room. The first meal was laid out for them already. Belgian waffles with berries and maple syrup, Mel's mouth started watering at the sight, although she knew she wouldn't be eating them. Ginger rice or some other bland food for the pre-trans. Man she loved the smell of maple syrup.
"Right behind you, sweet cheeks," came Tara's voice from the doorway. She looked awesome in her white workout gear and high ponytail, pieces of hair falling to frame her face. Mel smiled and pulled out the chair next to hers with an exaggerated bow. The doggen on his way in with the coffee made a gasp but covered it with a cough. D took the seat across the table and began filling his plate. He looked good tonight too, sexy, in his boyish way. He was wearing a black T-shirt and dark silver sweats. He caught Mel staring and gave her a knowing smile.
Averting her gaze to her bowl she began filling it with the flavored rice, adding a bit of milk to cool it down. It wasn't horrible, but she was really looking forward to being able to eat normal food. The change was supposed to be feared, with the risks and the pain, but Mel couldn't wait for it to happen.
"Are you guys ready for firearms 101?" Tara asked taking a sip of her herbal tea.
"I'm pumped, my aim is awesome. One thing being pre-trans doesn't keep me from exceeding at is shooting things. I've been practicing in the range for weeks!" Dhayn replied with excitement in his voice.
Mel wasn't looking forward to today's lesson. For one thing, she sucked with a gun, and secondly their instructor gave her the creeps. He was just plain scary as shit, it freaked her out to just be in the same room as the male. He also had a reputation for being tough on the females in class. She didn't look forward to the harassment she was sure to receive from the old male. She didn't say anything just put another spoonful of rice into her mouth.
"I'm much better since my father has been working on my stance, but I still have a lot to learn," Tara said. "Mel, you OK over there? You look a little pale," she said with a smile.
"He makes me nervous. Looks at me like I'm missing something. A dress probably," Mel said sarcastically.
"That is so all in your head Mel, he was on board with the changes to the law," Dhayn defended the male.
"Not what I heard," Mel argued.
"Well, don't believe everything you hear. He may push you hard, but he pushes the guys just as hard. My uncle was around back then and he said that almost all the Brothers supported the change," Dhayn said looking her straight in the eye.
"He's harder on me than on the other guys and you know it, Tara too. You can't tell me that he's the same across the board," Mel accused. A throat clearing brought their attention to the doorway where, of course, their teacher was standing. Great.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Thrett. Has he gone out for the night yet?" he asked. Mel avoided his gaze and hoped that one of the others would answer. Her face flamed and she didn't want to make matters worse by opening her mouth again. Thankfully Tara saved her.
"He's still here, I could go and get him for you. Can I show you to the library? You could wait there," she suggested.
"Thank you, but I know the way to the library, and I'm sure that one of the doggen would be able to summon him for me. I would have asked them first but I heard your voices as I came out of the tunnel." His voice was pleasant enough, but Mel could see a challenge in his eyes. "I will see you three in fifteen minutes," he added with a stern look to each of them as he turned to leave the room. "Don't be late," he called over his shoulder.
Now he was really going to have it in for her. Nothing could get Mel into trouble like her mouth. She'd have to work even harder to gain his respect. Unfortunately firearms were not her forte, but she'd find something. She deserved to be here, the blood in her veins gave her the right to be here, and she wasn't going to let anyone tell her otherwise.
With that she rose, and started out toward the tunnel that lead to the training facility. She could hear the footsteps of her friends behind her but none of them broke the silence. The tunnel was about fifty feet long and made of reinforced concrete with inlayed florescent lighting. The hum of the lights sounded much louder in the unnatural silence.
"How much do you think he heard" Mel finally asked as they entered the adjoining hallway, heading toward the gym. They were going to be there before any of their classmates, but they definitely wouldn't be late.
"I think that it's better to assume he heard everything, but act as though he heard nothing," Tara advised. "It's cool Mel, you didn't say anything you didn't really believe. If he's got a problem with that, then..." she looked over her shoulder, "that's his problem not yours, he's the one being an ass." She added the last part under her breath.
"True," Mel said with a deep breath and a sigh. She always felt better when she was good and angry, and this was after all his fault, for harassing her in the first place. Letting the indignation seep in and cover up the nerves, she opened the door to the gym and held it for her friends. "Lets warm up ladies," Mel said. She was almost over the encounter and wanting to punch something. She headed for the punching bags, ready to fight.
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Tara watched Mel go to town on a punching bag across the blue padded room without warming up. She knew Mel though, she was working off her nerves. Mel always said it was better to be strong now and sore later, then appear weak in their line of work.
Tara started her stretching routine pulling first one, then the other arm across her chest, feeling the stretch in her upper back. Next was pulling her elbows above her head and a few neck and shoulder rolls. She was getting her mind prepared along with her body, shoving out all thoughts of the awkward confrontation, her feelings, and the future, and just focusing on the pulling sensations going through her muscles. She was totally in the zone as she bent over to grab her ankles and stretch her hamstrings. That's when Dhayn spoke up from behind her,
"If you need any help I'm right here"
Tara looked between her legs at an upside-down Dhayn who was wearing a cocky grin. Straightening, she replied, "I'm good, but you on the other hand, need a lot of help. I don't know if there's anything I can do to help deflate your ego though, sorry." Tara smacked his arm.
Dhayn laughed and started walking toward Mel and her swinging victim. Tara sat down and continued her routine, having to start over on clearing her mind. Something about the way Dhayn had been looking at her lately had her thinking things she just couldn't afford to be thinking about.
Sounds of the rest of the students arriving came filtering through the change-room doors. The laughing and bickering was all male, and that was nothing new, Tara was used to being outnumbered here. Mel and her were the only females their age that chose to join the training program.
A lot had changed in the vampire world in the last century, not the least of which was the release of sexual preference regarding the Brotherhood and the Chosen. There had been a lot of dissension in the ranks when that law was passed, and not many had dared use the freedoms available. But, for Tara, there was never a choice. Her earliest memories were of fighting and being taught by Thrett to defend the race. The only daughter of the widowed Brother - and a Commander at that - she had the bloodline rights to be invoked into the brotherhood, and Tara felt like she had to do this for her sire. Being a Brother was his life, his pride, and she wanted to carry that legacy on. Beyond that she could feel it in her bones, she was born to fight. As soon as she was old enough, she became a WIT - Warrior in Training. She would be a level one until her change, not able to truly learn how to fight, but until then she would train her useless body and fill her mind with as much information as possible.
There were other changes too; there were now male Chosen, serving the Scribe Virgin and the female warriors of the race. When the tables of the war were shifted in their direction, and the Brotherhood grew too large for the royal mansion, the King had allowed a second and eventually a third compound to be fitted for use as a Brotherhood strong-house and training facility.
This facility housed five brothers and their families. The fifteen recruits that were bused in lived around the area, but of course had no idea where the compound was actually located. Some traditions were kept for good reason, and the secrecy of the compounds had worked very well for the race in the past.
The males started to filter into the gym, a loud and rowdy pack of wolves, who immediately started on the smart-ass comments and gestures toward her and Mel. The loudest among them, Intrudehr, was a scrawny blond with glinting brown eyes.
Dhayn walked over to Tara and helped her up off the floor glaring at the other WITs. He had been guilty by association since the first day of classes, when he stood up for the girls' right to be there. He hadn't kept quiet, or joined in on the teasing, and Tara loved him for it. She trusted him with her life.
"I'm glad you're all warmed up for me baby," said Tru, earning a chorus of laughter and high fives from his buddies.
"Shut up Tru, or I'll..." Dhayn started but Tara cut him off, this was not going anywhere good.
"No D, it's OK. I'm interested..." she said, walking slowly over to Tru wearing her most alluring face, at least that's what she was going for, and by the look on the male's face it was working. "You gonna make good on all that talk Tru? Or are you still the limp dick big mouth I know you are?" Tara stared him down as his face turned a brilliant shade of red. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by their instructor's commanding voice entering the room.
"Ready in the second position!" he bellowed, and all the talking was over as their class began.
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