won't get them. I'll train them."
"Edward, you know you need my approval for that, too." He said this in such an arrogant tone that Edward's reaction didn't surprise me in the least."You know I don't give a shit about your opinion Drake!" he growled and slammed the door in the face of the startled Drake. I heard Drake shout something that sounded like, "This will have consequences!" Then he stomped off angrily.
Don't worry, there is nothing he can do about it. To get you killed, he would need a better reason. "Said Edward, scratching Ceredas behind the ears." Come on, let's go and get you a coffin. "Edward went outside and I followed him. We went to a house close to the fortress. An old vampire was sitting in the hut, apparently working on a coffin. When we stepped in, he just said," back there in the corner. Take one and then let me go back to work. "
"Come on, you can sell the cheap parts to Drake, but not to me. The lights come in everywhere when the door is open." "Oh Edward it's you! Sorry but I thought it was one of Drake's wives again," he said without looking up from his work."Wait a moment then I'll get you one. What did you do with your old one? Is it broken?"
"Tom you old donkey! Open your eyes! It's not for me!" Tom looked up in surprise and looked at me, then he put the coffin aside and got up. "Oh! And you are?" he asked, turning to me. "Tom, this is Anna, Anna, this is Tom," replied Edward for me. How did he know my name? I never introduced myself. But that was probably something he had read in my mind ... "And she is your student, I suppose?" Tom interrupted my thoughts. Edward nodded. “I think I have a nice one for your size.” With these words Tom disappeared into an adjoining room and came out a short time later with a coffin. It was black with a large silver cross on the lid and covered with red velvet. A fine coffin, no doubt, especially compared to the coffins in the corner that were apparently meant for Drake's vampires.But still I couldn't really get used to the idea of ​​sleeping in it. I've always been afraid of being buried alive, but then again, that fear was pretty nonsensical. After all, I would only sleep in it, not be buried. Edward examined the coffin from all sides and nodded in satisfaction. "Good job Tom, thanks for your help." He just said and shouldered the coffin to make his way to his hut with him. I rushed after him and shouted "Thank you and goodbye!" Back over my shoulder, but Tom was already absorbed in his work again and apparently hadn't noticed. Once at the hut, Edward placed my coffin right next to his. He cast an examiner look out the window, sighed in resignation and closed the door. “It took us too long to get there, today we won't be able to do anything anymore.” He said and opened the lid of his coffin. "and don't sleep as long as last night again!" he added before disappearing into his coffin and closing the lid.Ceredas curled up next to Edward's saga and looked at me with interest as I also went to my coffin and lay down in it. As soon as I closed the coffin, I heard a growling noise from Ceredas, similar to a sigh and a "rumble" as he dropped to the floor. "Well then, good night ... uh, good afternoon to all of you, I was still thinking and fell asleep.
The next night I was woken up by a loud knock on my coffin lid. With an unwilling loud I opened the coffin and got up. Edward was apparently fit as always and couldn't wait to get out of the house. He stood at the door and looked at me waiting. I dragged myself tired to the door. "Are you thirsty?" asked he. "Yes ..." I replied. I didn't really want to kill again, but I still had to drink. "Well, let's go hunting first." Edward made his way to the cave we had come through yesterday. I trotted after him tired.He had clearly woken me way too early. It took us a good half an hour to reach a small village. "Do I really have to drink blood?" I asked. "I mean human blood?" "Yes. If you want to get stronger, yes. Human blood is a natural food for a vampire. You cannot feed yourself on animal blood for long. Maybe four weeks, not longer, otherwise you will become limp and not come at all more out of the coffin "he grinned. “But do I have to kill her?” I asked. "No." Phew! At least that was something! "So let's go with you now, otherwise we won't come home today." I jumped over the fence into the garden. I listened for a moment, everything was quiet. Quietly and quickly I looked for an open window. Edward followed me, silent as always. If I hadn't known he was right behind me, I wouldn't have noticed him. A window was open and snoring could be heard from inside the room.I turned to Edward. "And what now?" I wanted to know. "You can't go in so you have to get him out."
"and how?"
"Think of something."
"How did you do that with my sister?" I had just remembered how he had hypnotized her back to bed and whispered false memories into her.
"Focus on his thoughts," Edward whispered.
I crept closer to the window and looked inside. The man sprawled on the couch was apparently alone. I did as I was told and, to my astonishment, really soon found myself in his dreams. Rapidly changing scenes from everyday life without any specific content or meaning. "Now speak to him." I heard Edward whisper next to me. I just thought the words but didn't say them. "In the garden you heard a child crying. Go over there and see what is going on." He seemed to have noticed, because he woke up and went to the door. I was honestly quite impressed that it had worked out so well.I quickly dash to the door and wait for the man to appear. I looked at Edward for a moment. It stood a little way away, hidden behind a bush. If the man stepped out the door, he wouldn't be able to see him. Edward nodded encouragingly and the man stepped outside. I stood by the door, he hadn't seen me. But I couldn't bring myself to attack him. But then I heard his heart beating so unnaturally loud again, and his blood rushing through his veins and I felt this need for his blood again, like on my first hunt and before he could even take a step, I threw myself up him and hit my teeth in his throat. The warm blood gushed out in steady streams. I drank and took only on the verge that his heart was beating ever slower. I suddenly realized that if I even drank a little more I would kill him. The man was already passed out.I stopped drinking, slid back a little, and wiped the blood from the corners of my mouth. "Edward" I whispered. "Edward what should I do?" "Bring him in." Was the answer. So I dragged the unconscious back into the house and laid him on the sofa. “Now let him forget.” I heard Edward's voice behind me. I focused on the man again. This time it was much harder to get into his thoughts. Still, I finally managed to convince him that he hadn't got up all night. After Edward had assured me that the man would be fit again in a few days without medical care, we made our way back. Back at the clan, Edward didn't give me time to worry about my remorse that plagued me because I almost killed the man. Edward taught me a good dozen techniques from various martial arts, some of which he undoubtedly had developed himself.We only stopped training when you could already see a reddish shimmer in the sky. "You haven't even had a drink since I met you," I said on the way to the cabin. "why do you have to eat so rarely?"
“You learn to control your thirst over time.” He just said and then disappeared back into his coffin. I also went to sleep and was awakened the next evening just as unfriendly as the day before. I spent the next few weeks practicing unarmed combat. I thought I was making pretty good progress and Edward seemed happy with me too. I noticed for myself that my movements became more fluid, I crept more quietly and my punches and kicks became more precise with each passing day. I blocked Edward's blows much more easily now than 8 weeks ago, but I suspected that he was still not attacking at full speed. Edward was right when he said the thirst would be less, because now it was enough for me to have blood once a week.Today I was expecting training as usual, but this time I was wrong.