(12.2) Training Day

Chapter 12, Part 2

The look on my face must have portrayed my complete and utter shock at her complete appearance flip. Then again with the amount of time I spent looking her up and down repeatedly could have had something to do with it.

“James,” She said with a smirk. “That’s a wonderful impersonation of a bobble head, but I’m hungry.”

“Sorry,” I said, snapping my jaw shut. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

As we made our way to the hotel’s restaurant, we made small talk and I fired off a text message to Nick, asking her where the nearest ”donor” bank was. I was tired of ruining my clothes and stocking up on blood would stop me from accidentally destroying buildings.

Okay maybe not, but it would definately increase the life span of my clothes.

The food we ordered was simple, and while we waited for it I ducked into the gift shop and grabbed a bottle of aspirin. Before long, we’d eaten our meal of pancakes and sausages, returning to the room shortly after.

“And then they made me their King.” I said as I opened the door, motioning her inside.

She laughed at my joke and headed in. Once we were settled, I began her training.

“Okay,” I said, sitting cross legged on the floor. ”I’m going to demonstrate what you’re going to be doing here.”

“How are you going to do that?” She asked, mimicking my position.

“Well, you’re going to poke around inside my head, and I’m going to stop you. Now focus on me, look into my eyes and make them talk to you.”

It took a few minutes, but eventually I could feel her inside me. It’s an odd feeling, having someone, or in my previous experience, something intrude on your thoughts. Having your innermost feelings and desires laid out to someone as if you were a library card catalogue.

When she started actively rooting around I decided it was time to put my training to use. First thing was first, I closed my eyes and turned my senses inwards. Finding her psychic imprint was easy, as she hadn’t learned to mask it yet. Once that was done, I planted myself firmly between her and my thoughts.

[Pay attention, I'm only doing this once.] 

With that, I began “building” a wall. My mind’s eye made it out of brick, piece by piece. When Mr. B had shown me this trick, his had been more like a safe, large chunks of metal welded in place. I simply didn’t have the psychic presence to build such a formidable block.

When I was done, I opened my eyes to see a very pissed off Angel staring back at me.

“When were you going to tell me you worked for Mab?”