Monday

That's really all that I have to say about today, it's monday.

Been craving stuffed grape leaves lately, will probably make them later this week if I can find the lamb.

Updated the story through my web site, for easier reading.
http://www.geocities.com/phoenixwaller/blogstory.html

Anyway, really nothing happening right now. SO I will continue with the story.

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13

“Pull your blows, Kyra.”

Maureen stopped. “Excuse me?”

“Pull your blows. We know that your aim is good, so now we need to work on your control.”

“How is pulling my blows going to help my control?”

“If you can maneuver for a blow and can then keep yourself from landing it, you will be able to choose any depth of blow that you want in actual battle. Also, I want to move from these blunted weapons to real ones, including blades. If you cannot pull your blows we will not be able to achieve the level of practice that you need.

Now, before we lose any more time, fight.”

***

“Julius, look down.”

Looking down he saw what she wanted. He thought that he had scored the blow, but he realized that if they had blades they would have killed each other. The blunted end of her staff was just brushing his clothing, so lightly that he had not even felt it.

She had been winning or producing a draw on every bout for two days. He felt that it was time to move onto more advanced weapons.

“Stay here, Kyra.”

Julius went inside of the house and immediately to his things. He pulled out what he was looking for. The blades were old, and had drawn blood before. Made by the best sword smiths of the day, these blades were some of the most highly sought after in Julius’ world.

Walking back outside with the swords her saw her eyeing them.

“Are you sure that I am ready for blades, Julius?”

“If not now, then never.”

Maureen took the sword carefully. Pulling it from the scabbard, she eyed the edge carefully. Pulling a single strand or hair, she allowed it to fall onto the blade. It barely fell upon the blade before it became two pieces.

Julius watched her reaction. “Don’t land any blows.”

“Listen to your own advice.”

“Fight.”

***

Maureen allowed the water to wash over her. The heat felt good on her sore muscles. Squeezing some soap onto her sponge she washed away the sweat and dirt of battle.

Maureen shut her eyes.

She opened them again when she heard knocking on the door.

“Kyra?”

“I’m almost out Julius.”

Silence marked his reply. It was then that she realized the water had become cool.

The water heater in the house had a fairly large tank, so she must have lost a good deal of time.

She turned off the water and pulled a towel around her. She walked into the hall. Julius was not there, she thought that he must be in the living room.

She saw him before she even got entirely into the room.

“Sorry about that, Julius, I must have lost track of ti…”

Crossing in front of the vampire she could see that he was dead. The beautiful swords were protruding from his chest. Blood ran in an evil smile where his throat had been slit.

A hand fell onto her shoulder. Turning she saw the bodies of her husband and daughter hanging from the ceiling. Blood dripped from their toes.

“Now it’s just you and me.”

Turning once more, she saw where somebody should be. The spot, however, was filled only with a vague shadow.

“You have nobody left, nobody to help you. Now it’s just you and me.”

Maureen screamed.