Living For The Kill

That the vampire easily dodged the dagger wasn’t a real surprise but Freya couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that he did it with so much ease. Still she nodded in thanks at the praise happy to hear her first throw wasn’t a complete dud. “Okay.” Fay added walking over to collect the dagger, she what else Caleb had in mind for her training considering his first directive was essentially, to attack him. The blade had fallen a little further then Freya had initially thought but it didn’t take her too long to retrieve it, as she turned back Freya asked “What now?”

He could see the disappointment that was on her face, that was obvious and something she was going to have to learn to get over. There were more than enough people in this Institute who could easily avoid a knife being thrown at them, she was just going to have to get used to that. “That knife needs to become part of you, it has to become second nature, an extension of your arm. That knife is going to make the difference between you and your opponent in a fight.”  Caleb grabbed the training pads from the side and slipped them on, stepping towards her as he rolled his shoulders. “Get in your fight stance, we’ll work from there.”

“Wait, seriously?” Somehow Freya felt this wasn’t the conventional way to start training someone, or maybe this was how vampires did. Which felt very much like throwing a child in a pool to help them learn how to swim. “Just any weapon?” She approached the table staring at the weapons in front of her, where to start. Her eye was drawn by the small dagger to the top left of the table but that would require close combat unless… Fay grabbed the dagger and threw it in the direction of the vampire as hard and fast as she could. 

“I’m serious,” Caleb answered back with a raise of his brow. He wanted to see what the fae was made out of and this was the best way that he knew how. His eyes followed her closely as her she observed the weapons table, this was throwing her in the deep end and now it was time to see if she could swim. “Just any weapon, whatever takes your fancy.” Smiling to himself when he saw her focus on the small dagger that was on the table, already preparing himself for whatever attack that she had in mind. When she threw it in his direction, she quickly stepped to the side and dodged it, easy enough swerve for someone like him. “Not bad, nice throw and decent enough power behind it, a dagger that size is easy to conceal and keep on you at all times. Now, go on pick it up.”

“We’ll not to sound full of myself, but anything involving myself is probably worth your time… who knows what will happen?” she’d let out a cheeky laugh before twirling towards the door. “And besides what have you got to lose?”

Caleb simply arched his brow back at the other vampire and scoffed out a laugh, to say that she was full of herself would have been a gross understatement. “Well, I hope that you live up to the hype that you are presenting otherwise I will be utterly disappointed,” Caleb conceded, “I suppose that I have nothing to lose but my sanity.”

Hwanjae frowned. This man seemed occupied with his little sword and honestly - Hwanjae didn’t quite understand his words. Why would it stop to exist? With a tilt of his head, Hwanjae walked towards this new person. He seemed pretty pale, rather old and the scent was recognizeable. Vampire, right? Hwanjae had spent so much time in the faerie realm that he still had trouble bothering with the other species and their scents. “That’s a sad way of thinking.” He said and stopped pretty close to the man. “I presume you live here too, one of the puppets of the shadowhunters, right?” Hwanjae chuckled at his own words, they weren’t funny, yet he’d laugh. “I’m Hwanjae, and who might you be?”

Caleb wasn’t ever one to be an optimist just because, not unless he knew that something was going to go his way. The Institute as somewhere to live had been an utter disappointment, he figured that spending time with the Nephilim would be if anything a little more exciting. So far, he couldn’t remember the last time that he had been this bored. “You call it sad, I call it painfully accurate. I live here and Ih would not call myself a puppet.” His hand moved purposely slowly as he carried on with his task, finding the sound of the stone against the metal soothing. “I am Caleb, pleasure to meet you too. Can’t say that I’ve seen a lot of fae around here, so what brings you here?”  

Caius turned when the vampire addressed him, responding to the question with a shrug. “Well, can you blame me?”

Caleb simply nodded with a scoff in response, playing with the whetting stone in his hand. “Not really, this place seems to just fester more and more boredom.”

She’d chuckle a little at the man. “Meetings with the Head of the insitute. you know the normal.” she’d flash him a cheeky grin. “If you hate it so much i say we should take an adventure outside. thats if your up for it?”

“Well, that sounds boring enough.” Caleb folded his arms across his chest, arching a brow at the blonde. It was a curious offer but a cheeky smile wasn’t enough to win him over.  “Only if your adventure outside is worth otherwise, I am really not interested.”

The person who had given Hwanjae a tour of the premisses had already left. They’d given up because Hwanjae simply wasn’t easy to control and of course, he didn’t follow rules gladly. So instead he’d decided to look around on his own. As he entered the training room Hwanjae was letting out a sigh of admiration. Sure, the seelie realm had beautiful buildings and everything - But there was just something about the buildings of those in the other world, which mesmerized him. As he turned he heard the voice of someone speaking to him. He sat on the floor with a blade in his hands and Hwanjae chuckled. “Of course not, I came here just a few hours ago.” Hwanjae grinned and studdied the man on the opposite side of the room. 

Caleb watched the fae from where he was sitting with amusement, he knew that it was only a matter of time before that look of awe and admiration would disappear from his face. Returning to his attention to the sword in his lap, running his finger over the edge of the blade as he tested out the sharpness. He continued to move the stone over the blade, chuckling to himself as he quickly looked back up at the newcomer. “Well, then I would enjoy the novelty while it lasts because it won’t last very long at all.”

“Fair enough. And what if you could take a third?”

”I would say that I simply do not care much for the Nephilim, I have a disdain and an indifference in towards them that’s all.”  

She’d smile to herself. “I guess you actually know your way around this hell hole?” she’d chuckle slightly, Hailey hated being trapped within walls that she didn’t fully understand or know how to escape if needed. 

“More or less, not that it makes it any less of a hellhole,” he scoffed, his eyes moving over the walls that surrounded them. Even after having been living in the building for a while it wasn’t any less unpleasant. “So, what unfortunate event brings you to this place?”