"Come again," Shane ordered, yelling at my face. I screamed slightly as I threw a weak punch at the boxing glove. Shane didn't even flinch after I punched him. I swept my leg out wide, twirling around, hoping I would have enough time to lung towards him. But by all means, his broad muscular hands gripped firmly on my ankle. I jerked back slightly- or at least tried too, his grip had been too firm for me to get out of.
"One word of advice, don't take your time with your moves." He stated, looking directly at me in the eye. I noticed they were golden-brown, blending in with his ice-cold pale skin. He formed a wicked grin, and drew me closer.
"Don't get distracted either," He said, lunging towards me in abnormal speed. I groaned in agony, as he forcefully shoved me up against the wooden wall, leaving a huge rigged hole behind me. I wasn't trying to get distracted. It may sound like a dumb thing, but I thought his eyes were... intriguing. I gulped slowly and harshly, as his hands were now gripped on my throat- It wasn't firm enough to kill me, but firm enough for struggling to breathe. I raised my leg up slightly, and without any effort put into my move, I aimed right for his stomach, which made him release me immediately so he can wrap his arms around his stomach- comforting it- it was almost like he was trying to sooth the pain.
"Well that's a good weak spot for a guy- but he can get extremely pissed off if you do that. That's where the stakes come in Buffy," He started- pointing out my new nickname teasingly. He groaned again. I noticed he was limping towards a grand, dark oak cabinet, sealed with a combination lock. He was spinning it around until it clicked open; muttering the numbers underneath his breath so he can remember what he put. I pulled in a deep breath patiently, stepping back a few inches so Shane could have room to expose what's inside the cabinet fully. My eyes grew wide to see what was hidden in that cabinet. Spiked clubs, wooden and sliver stakes, holy water, bibles, ritual books and spell books, flamethrowers- the lot! I didn't know what to say, or reply- this was just a speechless moment for me. I hesitantly took a step forward, getting a closer look inside the cabinet. The smell was... indescribable, it smelt like death written all over. Shane didn't even mind the stench- he said it was quite... intoxicating for his taste.
"You get used to the smell though, you won't even notice it's there." He reassured me, with his hopes lifting up. Sighing uncomfortably, I go towards the cabinet, picking up a solid silver stake- encrypted with old language. It was slightly heavy, but I managed to handle it quite well. Shane, in abnormal speed, he crept up behind me, placing his broad muscular hands on my waist, shifting a little. He tilted my head slightly, so his lips were close to my ear- so close that I could feel them softly brushing against my ear, breathing quietly.
"You want to know how to kill an angel?" He asked rhetorically. I tensed up slightly, shivering in excitement, I pulled in a deep breath, and I went to elbow him in the stomach softly. He didn't groan or wince in pain this time, he let out a small dry chuckle and gripped my wrists, forcefully spinning me around towards him- so that we were literally a few inches apart from each other. Shane took hold of the stake I chose, aiming it directly at his heart- but not in his heart. He pressed it smoothly against his heart, and at the same time he was wrapping my hand around the stake, making sure I wasn't dozing off in the lesson.
"Just the same as a normal vampire, aim for the heart," He explained seriously, his eyes were widened in pure amazement, as if he was almost admiring a view of some sort. I jumped in horror, twirling around to see Rosen's shocked, traumatized face- it was like he had just seen a ghost. I realized that Shane was feeling shocked as well
"What is it?" I asked, breathing fast, with one eyebrow raised in confusion.
Rosen sighed. "We have unwanted visitors already creeping around this town,"
I exchanged a quick glance at Shane. His lips were pursed tightly together, and I noticed his jaw was gritted together- almost as if he had just noticed a huge mistake.
"Oh crap... Does that mean... She's...?" Shane trailed off, hoping the answer would have been a 'no.'
Unfortunately, the answer was yes.
"I'm sorry Laney," They both stated at the same time, it was almost as if they knew what the chances were of the unwanted visitors causing a war. And for some reason, I was getting the same sort of feeling. Samantha walked in behind Rosen, looking completely out of place. I glanced down towards her hands, there was a crumpled note in one hand, and a deep, dark red rose in the other.
"You're not going to like this,"