Post by Seraph on Sept 24, 2014 8:03:49 GMT
Seraph awoke as a scream startled her out of the maelstrom of her dream and then it cut off abruptly as she gasped for air she didn't need. A fine sheen of blood covered her body and she hoped Analiel was still asleep. Seraph had the idea that this was one of those habits Analiel would see fit to have stopped.
She stood too quickly and smacked her head on a low beam. It was taking time to get used to her body again; so much had changed and for someone who had spent their life honing their body, it was infuriating. She growled softly and stalked into the bathroom to wash the blood off before Analiel could smell it.
Coming out of the shower Seraph saw the cherubic form of her sire waiting for her. "You will stop bathing every day, it's unnecessary since we don't sweat and it's another habit of your humanity."
Seraph sighed "Yes Mistress," it was both a term of respect and sarcasm that her sire hadn't put a stop to yet.
A small movement and a flash of metal was the only warning that Seraph got and she hit the floor just as a knife whizzed past where her face had been. A quick glance up showed a bright smile on Analiel's face "you are making progress with your reflexes at least."
Seraph stood and gave a small nod, "I've been practicing as you instructed."
Analiel or Ana to her pack mates, was a small woman with curly ringlets and a sweet smile. Her dark makeup and clothes somehow only made her look more innocent and lost. No one would have ever guessed that under the cheerleader exterior was a fierce knight and servant of the Sabbat.
Of all places Ana had found Seraph, or Crimson as her moniker had been at the time, at a BDSM club. Crimson had a regular gig doing body modifications for patrons of the club to make money when she wasn't fighting. Her skill and discretion were desirable traits amongst that crowd and Ana appreciated her work. After a while of running in the same circles Ana got to know Crimson decided to watch one of her fights.
Crimson was short for The Crimson Devil which was how she was known in the fighting circuit. Of course her real name appeared on the bout card, but no one ever called her Sarah more than once. She was a fierce fighter and what she lacked in speed she made up for in tenacity, she lost the fight in points, but she refused to stay down.
Ana watched Crimson when she could, admiring her discipline and vigor. Her training routine alone was exhausting, but she managed to push through and continue to work on the side. She was driven toward her goal and spent little time on personal comforts or relationships as those would just slow her down. Analiel was considering bringing her into the fold when it happened and the decision ended up being rushed.
Crimson remembered seeing the guys in the alley as she walked to her bike, she remembered keeping her head down as they called to her. The next thing she remembered was trying to focus her eyes as she choked, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth and more pain than she ever imagined. She reached out to the angel above her as the world threatened to turn black. When her vision cleared she realized it was Ana and that she was now an angel too.
From there the newly born Seraph had been brought into the tumult of a city at war. Her training had been accelerated and every waking hour was a lesson whether she knew it or not. Analiel didn't suffer poor students and every mistake had consequences.
In the blink of an eye Seraph spun and caught the smaller woman behind the knees with a kick that would have broken a 4x4. Instead Analiel merely stumbled forward and giggled. "At least you listen to some things, now let's see what else you've learned."
She stood too quickly and smacked her head on a low beam. It was taking time to get used to her body again; so much had changed and for someone who had spent their life honing their body, it was infuriating. She growled softly and stalked into the bathroom to wash the blood off before Analiel could smell it.
Coming out of the shower Seraph saw the cherubic form of her sire waiting for her. "You will stop bathing every day, it's unnecessary since we don't sweat and it's another habit of your humanity."
Seraph sighed "Yes Mistress," it was both a term of respect and sarcasm that her sire hadn't put a stop to yet.
A small movement and a flash of metal was the only warning that Seraph got and she hit the floor just as a knife whizzed past where her face had been. A quick glance up showed a bright smile on Analiel's face "you are making progress with your reflexes at least."
Seraph stood and gave a small nod, "I've been practicing as you instructed."
Analiel or Ana to her pack mates, was a small woman with curly ringlets and a sweet smile. Her dark makeup and clothes somehow only made her look more innocent and lost. No one would have ever guessed that under the cheerleader exterior was a fierce knight and servant of the Sabbat.
Of all places Ana had found Seraph, or Crimson as her moniker had been at the time, at a BDSM club. Crimson had a regular gig doing body modifications for patrons of the club to make money when she wasn't fighting. Her skill and discretion were desirable traits amongst that crowd and Ana appreciated her work. After a while of running in the same circles Ana got to know Crimson decided to watch one of her fights.
Crimson was short for The Crimson Devil which was how she was known in the fighting circuit. Of course her real name appeared on the bout card, but no one ever called her Sarah more than once. She was a fierce fighter and what she lacked in speed she made up for in tenacity, she lost the fight in points, but she refused to stay down.
Ana watched Crimson when she could, admiring her discipline and vigor. Her training routine alone was exhausting, but she managed to push through and continue to work on the side. She was driven toward her goal and spent little time on personal comforts or relationships as those would just slow her down. Analiel was considering bringing her into the fold when it happened and the decision ended up being rushed.
Crimson remembered seeing the guys in the alley as she walked to her bike, she remembered keeping her head down as they called to her. The next thing she remembered was trying to focus her eyes as she choked, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth and more pain than she ever imagined. She reached out to the angel above her as the world threatened to turn black. When her vision cleared she realized it was Ana and that she was now an angel too.
From there the newly born Seraph had been brought into the tumult of a city at war. Her training had been accelerated and every waking hour was a lesson whether she knew it or not. Analiel didn't suffer poor students and every mistake had consequences.
In the blink of an eye Seraph spun and caught the smaller woman behind the knees with a kick that would have broken a 4x4. Instead Analiel merely stumbled forward and giggled. "At least you listen to some things, now let's see what else you've learned."
