Dark Salvation
“Nicholas commanded. He lowered his stance, setting his feet shoulder width apart, and glared at his opponent.
His sparring partner, Alyssa – a little redheaded vampire he’d taken under his tutelage – panted heavily, clutching a dagger in her right hand. The blade, a four-inch razor-sharp piece of steel, was the crux of Nicholas’s concerns. Alyssa had yet to deliver even a scratch with it. Even after weeks of working with it, he saw no progress. It seemed, if possible, that she was getting worse.
Alyssa crouched into a fighting stance on the black vinyl-coated mat. Soaked in sweat, she swayed where she stood, exhausted, fighting to keep herself upright. “Can’t we take a break?” she pleaded.
“No. I do not cater to weakness.” Not in training sessions or in life. Every day, Nicholas had worked both himself and his pupil Alyssa until they were too tired to move.
For Nicholas, hard training was a coping mechanism; a welcome outlet to chase away the dark thoughts that plagued his mind.
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