A Second Snip Appears in a Day!!!!! Amy learns of Rage and Bonds.
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Amy thought that she'd never have the awareness of a body she once did as Panacea, but her tutelage under Master Eric, gave her a new appreciation of her body. Despite not practicing the fleshcrafting arts of the rest of their Clan; he had an amazing theoretical knowledge of what it meant to change one's form because of his background in the more general control of form Protean. That plus the text's she'd been given from his library, literal fleshtomes of knowledge of the art her sire claimed she had stolen, were amazing. Horrifying but amazing. If it hadn't been for all the crap she had seen at hospitals, she probably would have puked at the thought of the books, yet parahumanity was full of twisted individuals and these books seemed tame compared to what even she could have done as Panacea…she might have been able to keep the book alive…
Shaking the macabre thought with a dark chuckle she starts her new 'exercise' routine, feeling her blood, her vitae, flow through her and focusing it at different parts of her form. Not trying to do anything with the precious resource; but prepared as if ready to shape the blood and her flesh at a moments notice. The rush and thrum through her body is all she feels, the centering working well since she is now only Amy. No worries about healing others, no chance to disappoint Carol, even thoughts of Vicky have slowly faded in the month since she's been quietly sequestered here. Master Eric and Mathew were both right; Amy Dallon died that night, and she had been born in her place. But what did she want to do or be with this new chance?
Master Eric spends most of his time studying and 'communing with the Bay' only actively in the city to eat or to stomp on a problem that disrupts his studies. Mathew served as his problem solver, major domo, apprentice, and fetch quest victim. She never once heard Mathew complain about any orders or tasks he'd been given; Eric seemed to know exactly what tasks to put him to, and kept him very busy. But any time he wasn't running around Brocton he seemed glued to books and computers. She hadn't had the courage to ask what he was doing; but when Mathew caught her watching him during one of his study session, he simply told her that he'd explain some of it during one of their lessons.
Lessons, lessons, lessons. Almost every day a lesson. How to be aware of herself, what it means to be Kindred, rules of society, the powers her new form grants. That had been an eye opener. How diverse being a vampire was. Her absolute focus on the manipulation of her body and flesh, while some of the stories she'd been told hint at powers far different than what she knows…and that in time she might learn them.
*Knock Knock Knock*
The door to the simple room room she'd used for her meditation and exercises opens to reveal Mathew with his signature eyes alight with the knowledge she knew not.
"Time for another lesson missy." Stepping fully into the room as he closes the door, his usual suit more rumpled than normal. "Master Eric wants to test your self control."
"What?" Her voice flat as it echoes in the room.
"The boss wants me,' he points at himself, "to push you," points at her, "and see if you can keep control."
"And how are you supposed to do that?"
"Time to see how well you defend yourself physically, without losing it."
"What?!" The flat tone gone as she watches him ditch the coat and start unbuttoning his burgundy dress shirt, leaving him in slacks and a tank top. His frame thin yet sturdy.
"I figure we can kill two birds with one stone, start seeing how you handle yourself in a fight, and see if you can keep your temper under pressure." His knuckles cracking as he goes through the motions of loosening up even as their unneeded considering his state, his arms starting to raise….
Amy barely brings her arms up to block in time for Mathew's punch, catching a strike to her chest with a forearm, the blow stinging.
"What the hell!?!?" Her voice scratchy and angry as she moves to the side, barely out of the way of a gut punch, and then a sickening crack fills the room, her vision going grey as the sensation of her right shin cracking shudders through her body as she hits the floor>
Mathew backs off slightly, his arms still slightly up. "You'll heal." His words colder than normal, she feels the seriousness of his words. Taking a moment she starts to center again, flowing the blood to shin, feeling the crack repair, and slowly gets up. Staring him right in the eyes, her arms raising to try and copy his stance. "Again."
She sees his head nod slightly in encouragement…and then the beating began.
Amy had no idea how long the blows came at her, she did her best to block and dodge, she knew she had now way to respond right now, all the training she'd gotten with New Wave, barely kept her blocking three out of five blows.
Her second fall was caused when he stepped right through her defenses, his hand hooking under jaw as his leg and hip settled behind her, dropping her to the floor with thud…it also made her see red….
Next thing she knew, Mathew was sitting on her back, and she felt like Mush had hit her with a garbage truck. "What…The…Fuck?" Her words sluggish and semicoherent.
"You back with me missy?" She could hear genuine concern in his voice.
"Get off me!"
She feels him slowly get off her, and as she slowly rolls to her feet she sees the damage of the room, blood splatters in various spots, claw marks shredding parts of the walls, a few holes punched in places that weren't shredded…and Mathew holding his gut, with blood leaking through his hand,tank top and pants.
"What happened?"
"You lost control missy, the Beast took hold of you and tried to turn me into a chew toy." Dawning horror slowly creeps through Amy, but before she could say anything Mathew continues. "This was exactly why we did this lesson, to show you what can happen when the Beast roams free, also a lesson for myself…I didn't think you'd gotten that good with your powers, gonna take a lot of blood and a few days to heal this." He nods downwards towards his gut. "Definitely made the right decision to ditch the coat and shirt before this, but this is on me not you."
She nods mutely, surprised at his nonchalance at being nearly disembowled by her. Seeing the blood on her fingers, she starts to bring them up for a taste…
"Don't."
The one word snaps her out of her reverie.
"You don't want that blood. Not unless you want to be bound to me."
She feels even colder. "Bound?"
He nods. "Drink any vampires blood three times, and you become bound to them and will do anything for them." His normally mischievous eyes cold, hollow and old. "Some vampires use it to enforce their power, others agreement of vassalage, others just get off being sick and twisted pieces of shit and forcing people to do their bidding."
It clicks for Amy. "You've been bound before."
He nods. "Three times to be technically accurate. The first was a confusing mess of blood magic, the second was my attempt at freedom from that mess that turned into a worse nightmare, but the third actually was freeing."
"You're bound to Master Eric aren't you."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It was my last chance to be me. I went into it eyes open and we made a contract. Irregardless of anything, Master Eric is honorable. He might not care for others codes of conduct, but his word is stronger than steel. I give him my service and very unlife if needed, and he gives me protection and a chance to further my craft. I don't regret my choice, but I don't want to start you accidenting into something you're not ready for."
Not knowing what to say Amy just nods before the words do come to her.
"Thank You."