The Trainer...

The Training Room: Where it all begins

Slowly you enter a room with low ceilings. Looking up you notice a few pipes are the reason it all seems so small. They are dripping slowly in small areas- plop... plop- on to the floor. The noise is quite distracting as you survey the rest of the area. In the front is a large black chair and foot stool; beside it a table with a glass of water and a whip. The room is adorned with nothing else.

Slowly other vampires and humans begin to file in. They are all dressed darkly. You may recognize some of them from around the Domicile. They were all new initiates to Tacharan's cause. The dull lights flicker over head and everyone looks up a little unsettled. Suddenly the flickering falls in with the thundering of boots as they come down the hall. Most in the group have never given in to fear and stand their ground as the crashing noise comes closer...

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Gaia entered the hall slowly her pace at ease. She was flanked by her two Lieutenants. She of course was all dressed in Leather; her usual Trainer/Hunting outfit. Those who had met her in the past knew never to trifle while she had it on. The colour matched her moods and right now black was not a good sign.

The loud noise of their boots hitting the metal lined floor suddenly came to a halt as her Lieutenants pushed open the swinging double doors. They banged open loudly. Inside a number of faces were riveted on her. All so cocky all so young she noticed... she loved it. Licking her fangs she entered the light and the room went rigid. Most hated authority and she made them know she was just that here.

Her Lieutenants began to bark orders, setting them in ranks roughly. They were not gentle people calling the new arrivals every name imaginable. She smiled to herself as they came back and stood 2 paces behind her on either side. Placing her hands on her hips she regarded her newly formed ranks.

"Welcome new Tacharan Clan Members. Most of you have had military training I expect the same." She said coolly her voice no higher then a hiss. "Our job is dangerous; our motto is 'Do Not Get Caught'. We take care in both areas. If you are not serious I will kill you." She said simply as it was a fact. Anyone who could not handle this life did die very early in her program.

"You have been sent to me because you all have an ambition." Gaia wasn't sure which was which yet but some of these young Merc's would become her Harvesters. As she thought it a glimmer passed through her eye. She loved the road to finding out; each new group, new trial, and new pain. They chose this room because it was easy to clean and sometimes it was necessary to instill fear in to them or to show them just what 'bloodlust' meant.

"I am Your Trainer, The Trainer in fact." She said starting to pace between them. Her leather always made the new men drool but sooner or later they would know better. If there were any females in the ranks their glares were usually directed upon her. They too would learn much by tomorrow she mused her eyes flicked to the whip and back to them. One of her abilities being dreamwalking she tended to have a little fun as her new recruits went in to her 'realm' at night.

"Let the Trial begin." She whispered her Lieutenants stepping forward. They would see who would last and who wouldn't right then and there.

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The trainer's voice rings in your ears as you return to your bunk. It seemed like you spent hours in that dimly lit room. Cleaning blood off your face you toss the dirty clothing aside. It all seemed like a dream, yawning you get in to bed, a note of happiness that you have survived hangs in the air as you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Your sleep begins regularly enough. Deeper and deeper you fall in to the abyss that one describes as slumber. Suddenly the darkness turns in to light and a white room appears. The trainer is lounging in a long white, very medieval and flowing, dress. She is laid out on a long settee very alluring but almost innocent with her unbound white hair and clear blue eyes. Standing up she saunters over to you. Looking down you are dressed in army gear and stand out in contrast to all that is white.

The Trainer's dress seems to be rustled by a wind its long material swirling around her in pools. She is close now and reaches out to touch you her hand resting on your shoulder but you can not feel it. Her lips begin to move speaking but you can not hear her. Their is an urgency in her eyes. She is willing you to do something but you can't move. Your body is motionless.

You manage to make out a few words from her soundless lips 'I warned you, Never disobey me again'. She bears her fangs then and sinks them in to your neck deeply. The walls begin to drip with blood the white gown she is wearing is splattered and the long flowing material begins to wrap itself around you tightly. Where you could not feel anything before now pain is so overwhelmingly intense. She leans up and smiles three more words, 'Bloodlust never forget.' appear in your mind. The material then covers your face the last sight you see is The Trainers fangs and chin covered with your blood.

Suddenly you are awake in your bed sweating not really sure if that was a dream or a warning....