Outdone Shooter

After a few shots that she blacked out for a second, she aimed her gun down with her hands shaking. Without a word, she handed the gun over to Vincent, and he put it into his holster. Charlotte flicked her eyes over to him since he wasn't saying anything, but there was an amused expression on his face. All that came out of his lips was, "Huh."

Charlotte wrinkled her brow at his reaction only to turn her eyes over to the side in shock when she realized that she hit most of the center of the target. Her jaw dropped as Vincent snickered to the side. "Not much to learn from me."

Her jaw was still hanging as she counted the bullets that were near the inner center. Two were in the red center, not a bullseye that she was sure Vincent was capable of. The last one was in the yellow ring, one outside of the inner, but what she had accomplished was clearly a feat. She shook her head. "Ah... I'm not quite sure."

Vincent smirked. "Go once more."

She shot a few more rounds, and it felt as though she left all the thoughts in her brain with her head empty. Maybe that was better than thinking too much. Charlotte used to be one that went with the flow, but now, she had to check herself since she would be caught along with whatever Vincent was doing.

Charlotte mimed blowing smoke off the end of the gun, and Vincent immediately took the gun out of her hands with a wince. "Let's not have you do that."

"I'm not a klutz," Charlotte said slowly but didn't mind him taking it from her.

"I never said so," Vincent responded. "You did well."

Charlotte smiled at his praise that wasn't given out easily by the complicated man standing next to her only for Vincent to use the gun himself and immediately shoot the target that she had just shot at.

The shots rang clearly in her ears, startling Charlotte, but it was to no surprise as all the shots hit the center perfectly with ease. Every. Single. One.

Now, it was Vincent miming blowing smoke off the gun, and Charlotte rolled her eyes but eventually covered her laugh with the back of her hand. He was so petty.

Lucia had taken up to the challenge better than Charlotte had thought, but the first couple rounds for her didn't go as smoothly. Lucia was too tense and having Stone trying to relax her wasn't helping in that matter at all. Stone had no idea to comfort someone, so all that came out where sharp remarks that Lucia ignored.

Charlotte sat back and watched considering she had no relevant advice to give, but she was interested in seeing Lucia's growth albeit stubborn as she was. Lucia sat back on the heels of her feet and looked up at the ceiling for any respite that it would offer her. Charlotte knew the answer was none in the starkly blank room.

"We're done here," Stone said. "Practice here daily and familiarize yourselves with the weapons. Guns will be your best bet, but feel free to use whatever."

Charlotte nodded. "We're free to do whatever we would like?"

"Yes," Stone answered. "As long as you two don't leave the grounds."

"We can go outside?" Lucia clarified.

The answer was quick from the leader. "No. One slip-up will cost your life, and put ours in danger. Let's avoid all of that."

"You don't trust us enough to go outside?" Lucia pressed.

"You have all that you would need within the cabin," Vincent replied calmly. "Train

here, and just live. That is all that we are asking for you two to do."

"Live," Charlotte whispered. Such a task shouldn't be so hard. 

They resumed their tour of the place, and there was nothing eventful coming from that. However, they did finally formally choose their rooms, and there was something so human about it which made the whole situation more ironic. It was as if they were on a fun outing for a camping trip rather than running for their lives.

The rooms that Vincent and Stone chose were right across from each other as for some reason, no one had claimed the master bedroom. Charlotte took the smallest room that was tucked away to the other side of the staircase where there was only one room which consisted of a fairly large bed and a desk as its only furniture in the room.

The vampires needed to get their rest in as soon as possible, because even Charlotte was able to pick up that they were slowing down. Vincent had explained to her that the vampires have to go into a deep rest to heal large wounds that they can't normally recover fast from. Coupled with Vincent's bloodlust, it was going to be a wild ride.