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“It wouldn’t be too much, but you have plenty of trainees, not just her,” She nodded towards Emily. “Perhaps you could use just a second set of eyes and hands when it comes to handling the trainees.” It would be strange for Daisy to offer this normally, but there was a part of her to see Emily succeed, if not to just show Semira that even those who do not seem to have any sort of promise to prove themselves. It was a pride thing, after having being told when she was starting out that she wouldn’t amount to anything. 

“I can tell.” Daisy appraised Emily for a moment. The girl didn’t have the look of a death dealer, but that wasn’t always the deciding factor. 

“That we can agree on.” Semira decided after a moment. “I could use another person, especially as we gain more recruits.”

She turned her gaze back to Emily then.

“As long as you understand the risks of what you’re deciding, I have no issues training you. You will be probably our physically weakest trainee. The others have been vampires for at the very least a century or more now, and you will be starting completely fresh. Training with them could result in serious injury, and going against lycans will be a threat to your life.”

“I’m down with that.” Emily stated. “I can handle it.”

“So “down with” means... you're agreeing?” 

Daisy pressed a gentle kiss to Emily’s shoulder as her head rested against it. Tomorrow, Daisy would be back to her cold and indifferent ways in view of others, but today she was going to allow herself the chance to feel. She was going to let it out so she didn’t have to bottle it up, not the fear of losing Emily. She had already lost someone, she wasn’t going to let her be the next one she loses. 

“You are something else.” Her nose brushed up against Emily’s skin as she pulled back to look at her girlfriend again. “How did I not know you fractured your leg? How did you hide it from me?”

“My whole life as a human I played sports.” Emily began. “My dad always wanted a kid who played like he did, so he was supportive, but my mom, she worried about me getting hurt; she also worried that sports would “turn me into a boy”.” Emily laughed at that. She was one of the most girly, cutesy vampires in the coven, wearing bright colors, butterfly hairclips, flower hairclips, unicorn stickers, etc. “So when I got injured, as I often did, my dad would know but we’d keep it hidden from my mom. One time I sprained my wrist when I was ten and she wanted me to quit because she didn’t want me to get hurt again, so after that we just kept injuries hidden from her. I got really good at it.”

Daisy never thought she would be stepping in to defend the young vampire in front of her, but if there was one thing she really couldn’t stand, it was underestimating a vampire. She had seen someone who was young and weak initially turn into a powerful death dealer. Daisy didn’t believe that Semira would put the effort into training Emily. 

“If that’s the case, then I will help,” She was an underdog story, a maid before she became a death dealer. Emily could be seen as the same, and despite her hardened exterior, Daisy wanted to see her do well. Already, she found Emily annoying, but there was something about the young girl that softened her just a little bit and made her determined to help her succeed. 

“Persistence is good, overdoing it is not, but overall, being persistent as a death dealer is actually a good thing.” She smirked at her. “Just don’t do it to the point where you get yourself killed.”

Semira sighed. Since they were both persistent, she wouldn’t further argue with them. It was unlikely she would change her mind on the matter though. 

“You shouldn’t give her too much extra help.” she told Daisy. “If she’s really going to become a Death Dealer, then she should do it on her own merit, instead of being given an unfair advantage over the other recruits. Besides... my training has a place for anyone of any skill, however the main thing she will need to have is persistence, endurance, and an unbreakable will. Only if she has those will she survive my training.”

“FYI, I have tons of that.” Emily insisted. “Like I said, you’ll see.”

Daisy didn’t know what she could say to Emily to get her to understand just how much this bothered her. Daisy had seen so much death and loss, of those she cared about, and her instinct was to never let Emily join the ranks of those she had lost as well. She didn’t say anything after that, for a good few minutes, just moving to hold her girlfriend’s hand. Finally she spoke up again. 

“I have seen so much loss, Emily. I have felt so much pain in my lifetime. I don’t want to lose you as well. I don’t want you to be next in my long line of loss.” From her mortal life to her immortal one, she had seen so much death. 

For a moment, Daisy just stared at her girlfriend in mild confusion before she let out an exhausted chuckle and moved to rest her head on Emily’s shoulder, a rare moment on intimacy in public. Daisy did not like showing off her emotions like this in view of coven members. “You confuse me, sometimes. Why you assumed this would be a good idea.” 

She gently squeezed Daisy’s hand. Emily was stubborn and was never going to change her thoughts on this. She would never just be willing to sacrifice Daisy to protect herself. She protected her loved ones no matter what.

She embraced Daisy moving closer, Emily snuggling against her for a moment. 

“I didn’t assume it would be a good idea, I just thought it’d be fun. And it was, until the fractured leg.” 

“Semira, you know better than to judge others for their appearance. Remember how often death dealers made remarks about Alexia, and she turned into a fine warrior.” Daisy also knew better than some personally, as before she was a warrior, she was a maid and many death dealers remarked as such when she first started training. Something like that actually hit Daisy especially hard. Her gaze actually entirely hardened at the assumption that Emily couldn’t because of how she was. 

“If you refuse to train her, I will.” She didn’t do a lot of training on her own, but if Semira refused to train her, so be it. Daisy would take over, much like someone had done for her three centuries ago when she wanted to train but no one would. If Semira wouldn’t do it, Daisy definitely would. She could see the determination in Emily and it motivated her. 

“Only half of my judgement is coming from appearance. The other half is coming from experience. Alexia is different. She and I both may be smaller in stature with less muscle, but we both had some life experience behind us when we began our training. Emily, how old are you?”

“Eighteen.” she answered. 

“Eighteen, see, barely anything. You, Alexia, and I were all older than that when we were turned. Along with that, there are vampires who are hundreds of years old who fail my training. Emily, nothing about you tells me you would be able to stand a chance. Plus, humans of this modern world are especially... well, weak. Centuries ago when humans had problems with each other, they would fight and one would be left alive. Now there are all these human laws about pacifism and even fighting without death involved is illegal. Daisy, I’ll train her, I simply doubt she’ll pass.”

“Watch, I’ll pass, you’ll see.” Emily insisted. “And if I fail the first time, I’ll just keep trying until I pass. A thing you’ll learn about me, I’m annoyingly persistent.”

“You really don’t understand the gravity of what you did.” Daisy ran a nervous hand through her hair. How was she supposed to explain what was going on through her head. “You don’t understand the guilt that would have ate away at me if I knew you had died because you stepped in to protect me. I could have lost you, Emily. I love you, Emily. I would have rather died myself than lose you too.” 

Michael glanced over at Emily and gave her a quick smile. “Of course, it’s my job after all. And besides, the coven would have gotten boring if I didn’t have you coming to the medical wing every now and again because you did something stupid. Like play hopscotch on the stairs of the coven” He teased before he stepped away. 

Daisy glanced at her with an eyebrow raised.

“And how do you think I would’ve felt after watching you die by getting your throat ripped out?” Emily responded. “I would’ve felt the same guilt knowing that I didn’t even try saving you. That would’ve stayed with me forever. At least what I did ended with both of us being alive rather than one of us being dead.” she argued.

As Michael responded, she gave one last huff to Daisy before turning to him. She smiled as she listened, though it fell a bit as he mentioned the hopscotch incident. 

“Ha... ha... funny story. So I was bored, as I get, right? Well, I had some chalk, and so I drew little hopscotch squares on the steps and, y’know.. tried seeing if I could play hopscotch on stairs.” She chuckled a little. “So I started easy, the top part of the stairs really wasn’t spaced out, so I was only jumping one stair at a time. However near the middle of the staircase, I jumped down from six stairs, mostly because I wanted to see as a vampire if I could. And uhhh, I landed wrong? I jumped down but didn’t stick the landing and I landed hard on one leg which uhhhh fractured?” 

“See, Semira,” Maybe Emily wasn’t too bad, after all. She was willing to back her up against Semira, though there was nothing clear about what might happen later. Perhaps her first judgement of Emily being annoying might have been vastly overstated. Who knows? But having someone back her up was refreshing. 

“Perhaps you should watch your back?” She warned Semira, knowing well that this may end up biting her in the ass later, especially because Semira was her superior officer. Her attention went back to Emily for a moment. “Emily, are you going to want to become a warrior like us when we get back to the coven?” 

Semira glared at both of them. “Neither of you would dare to do anything.” she told them with certainty.

Emily felt challenged by that, however, though for now she just smirked. Daisy asked her a question, so she answered. 

“A warrior? So you mean I could get weapons and kill things?” she asked excitedly.

Semira rolled her eyes. “Daisy, look at her. Do you really think she could last five minutes under my training?”

“I bet I could.” Emily immediately challenged. “In fact, yeah, Daisy, I do wanna become a warrior.”

Daisy shifted back for just a moment, just so Michael would be able to put the IV into her arm. This way, the toxins from the lycan bite could be flushed out. She didn’t want to delay the treatment at all by wanting to be close to Emily, especially knowing now that Emily was going to be fine. 

“You will spend all the time you want by my side as long as you never do anything so stupid again.” The panic had begun to subside, and was being replaced by anger. Why she was so angry, she didn’t know. Perhaps it was because Emily risked her own life to protect her. “I’m 300 years old and I’m a death dealer. I can protect myself.”

“Like I said, I don’t regret doing it. What I did was fixable, if I had let that lycan eat your throat out, I don’t think Michael here would’ve been able to fix that.” she retorted. 

Daisy gasped when Semira sprayed her with the cold water. While she didn’t care how she would look, the cold was a jolt to her system. On the plus side, some of the dried blood and dirt was washed away when Semira did that. Negatively, she was now standing there in soaking wet, skintight leather. That wasn’t comfortable. 

She leaned up against the wall, her expression schooled to one of neutrality but her eyes burned in minor anger. “That was incredibly childish, would you not agree, Emily.” Dragging the poor newborn into the fight might not have been the best idea, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt. 

Emily thought this might be a bad idea, given the fact that she had just been turned by Semira, but she couldn’t help it. Daisy’s encouragement was too tempting. 

“Oh yeah, real childish.” she spoke, placing the showerhead back where it belonged and turning it off. She stepped out of the shower and slicked back her wet hair before looking to Daisy with a grin. “See, here in my town, someone does something like that, they’re just asking for payback.”

Alexia was surprised when she hugged her, but she did quickly hug Emily back before following her out the door. “I’ve… never heard of these things before.” Then again, she was 100 years old, this item would have come out way after she was born and turned into a vampire. Toys like that would have never been something to cross her mind, especially during her training. “That sounds… interesting to say the least.”

Emily was sometimes allowed to borrow one of the coven’s cars with Semira’s permission. Even if she was annoying to Semira, she couldn’t deny that she had a soft spot for Emily. She was her progeny, after all. She got in the driver’s seat and turned on the radio, turning it on to a classic rock station as she waited for Alexia to get in the car. A Journey song came on, which pleased Emily.

“Fuck yeah, I love this song.”

Daisy worried that Emily was second guessing her choice to be turned into a vampire, second guessing her choice to be with her. She couldn’t deny that maybe if they hadn’t been in their relationship, Emily wouldn’t be in this situation right now. She wouldn’t be hurting, nearly dying, because it was her fault. She hadn’t been paying attention, and now this was where she was. How could she ever expect to allow herself to be in love if this was where it put her. 

Before Daisy could say anything, Michael came back into the area with an IV. “We’ll have to give this to you, which is basically a lycan anti-venom, but you should be perfectly okay within the next few hours. We’ll need to monitor you over the next few days just in case, but you should be completely fine.” 

Daisy almost collapsed into her seat, relieved to find out that Emily would be fine. Her brain was struggling to process everything, between what Emily said to her and just the whole situation. “Emily..” 

Emily listened hopefully to Michael, hoping he would say anything that would give her some hope. What he said was more than just hopeful and she felt utter relief.

“Thank fucking god.” Emily breathed out with a laugh, reaching for Daisy’s hand. “I wasn’t ready to die yet. I mean, I know I’m old for a human, but for a vampire, c’mon, I wanna get into the hundreds before I die, at least.” she spoke with a chuckle, squeezing Daisy’s hand. “And you know I want all those years to be by your side.”

Daisy figured her best option would entirely be to focused either on Emily, or making sure that none of the family came into the room or tried to. She’d definitely rather not focus on the fact that she was trapped in a room with Semira. While she could (reluctantly) admit that Semira was a great death dealer, she couldn’t stand the woman overall. She was obnoxious and always thought of herself above others.

She glanced back towards Emily, giving her a small smile. “You know you could always do it again, on purpose, I wouldn’t be complaining.” She always liked seeing Semira suffer by getting dirty or messing her absolutely perfect look in some regard. It provided her much needed entertainment. 

Semira gazed at Daisy in offense at that, her subordinate openly antagonizing her. 

“Emily, is that showerhead retractable?” she asked.

Alexia honestly had no idea what most of that meant, besides the beach and the club, but she didn’t want to be alone. She would rather follow Emily on whatever thing she was trying to do than be left alone to her thoughts. “Sure, that sounds like a plan.” Alexia rubbed her neck “Should I be worried about whatever it is your looking for.”

Emily beamed, before hugging Alexia. “Yay! Let’s outie.” She stood up and began walking to the door. “Aqua Dots are so fun, I had something like it when I was a kid, but basically you get these little beads and form them together to make art and then you spray some chemicals on it or whatever and it forms into a solid little image that you can hang on your walls. I figure I’m gonna get some and then decorate my room with ‘em.”

“I do know, Emily.” She moved to pull a chair to the bedside. She was getting a bit woozy still standing, so she needed to take a seat. “You don’t have to say it for me to know. I’ve been alive for a long time. I see it written on your face. I see it in your smile, hear it in your laugh.” Daisy wasn’t the best at reading everyone, but Emily was one of those people she found easy to read. Possibly due to the fact that she loved her. 

“Michael will be able to patch you up, no ifs.” Daisy knew she wouldn’t be able to live if there was a chance that Emily wouldn’t be able to make it. She was already fighting so hard to stay sane and not lose herself to the fear. Her training as a warrior did give her an edge, but she had never felt such anxiety before, and that was terrifying. She just wanted to do right for her.

Emily thought not just about Daisy, but her family too. She didn’t regret becoming a vampire, she truly thought that it was where she belonged and who she was supposed to be, but she did regret never letting them know. She knew it was against the laws, but still. 

She thought about her brother, who was four years younger than her, but where as she didn’t look her age, he would. Neither of them were really that old in comparison to vampires, but he’d be somewhere in his late thirties, and she’d still look the same as she did when she was eighteen. Emily wondered about where he was in life, she wondered if her parents were even still alive. 

And Daisy. There were so many things she wanted to share with Daisy. So many memories she wanted to have with her, so many moments. It wouldn’t be right if she died now. 

Oh Daisy knew she’d be getting it from Semira once they returned to the coven, but she just had such a mood of not caring that she couldn’t resist. Seeing Semira like this, her prim and proper appearance just not there anymore, and it was just so perfect. She’d have to commit this to her memory for sure. 

A hand almost instinctively fell to her gun when she heard the movement of others outside the door. She knew that they didn’t mean any harm, just mindless humans going about their normal human lives. She knew she needed to have at least a little bit of restraint and to damper her death dealer mindset for a few moments. 

“It’s good that you’re able to think clearly and to have that sense of hearing, it means that the change was successful. The pain should disappear before we head out to the coven.” Daisy turned to face the door, making sure that no one came towards this side of the place. The last thing any of them needed was a human discovering this mess. 

Emily stood up in the bath and closed the shower curtain so that water wouldn’t get out, before turning on the showerhead. Hearing the water fall and having a vague memory of the sound, she cringed a bit as she realized what had happened hours ago.

“Hey, Semira, I’m sorry about the water earlier.” she called out from the shower.

Semira tensed as Emily mentioned it but her voice was calm. “It’s fine. You didn’t mean to.” 

“Just… I could use some company right now.” Alexia had been in not the best place the past few nights, so she had been in isolation to try and combat it. She just would prefer to have some company to keep her mind off of things, and she could think of nobody better to spend her time with then Emily at that time. She went in and moved to sit down on the bed. “So how have things been?” She could already feel the tension leaving her shoulders. 

Emily grinned. “Things have been okay, I was thinking about driving up to town. I saw this Aqua Dots Super Studio thing online and I want it.”