As the taxi pulled up to the estate, Natasha had calmed herself from the encounter with the sex crazed wolf on the beach. Emerging from the taxi after paying the driver, she was calm, cool, and collected. She was also hungry, she thought she needed to feed before, but the use of her power had drained much from her. As one of the many servants opened the door, she nodded toward them, "May I please be escorted toward the Mistress? It is not an emergency, but it is important I do speak with her."

The night's events kept playing in her head, though stubborn, usually it did not endanger her life. The memory of the wolf's hands around her neck was very vivid in her mind. Part of her wanted to reach up to her throat, but her control would not let her. Natasha was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice they had arrived at a room. Thanking the attendee, Natasha went and found a seat on the couch in the corner. It had been quite a while since she had to roll someone, it always made her feel like the one who made her- taking over someone's mind- it gave her a sort of thrill though. A small voice came out of the darkness Would you rather someone posses you again Natasha, no, you would not like that at all. Get them before they can get you. Shutting the voice off as soon as she could, she awaited her Mistress, hopeful she did not interrupt anything of importance.

Sensing the arrival of Natasha to her Estate, Darla's brows creased into a slight frown as she sensed the energy of a wolf surrounding the greek vampire, and the fact that the woman had not fed yet. One brush of energy and that was enough to see how much need Natasha now had. Walking from the library to the office Natahsa was now in, she opened the doors and walked in quietly, taking a seat beside the new vampire. Deciding to practice her Greek whilst talking to Natasha, he addressed her in mildly accented Greek..her Romanian accent would always follow her from language to language, changing the language slightly each time.

"What is wrong Natasha?"

Smiling as her Mistress came in and made her more comfortable hearing her speak Greek. Standing to her Mistress and giving a small bow to her she began to speak. "My Mistress I am sorry to alarm you, but I had an interesting event happen with one of the wolves in town. I don't even know how a nice stroll on the beach turned into a 'on the verge of turning' sex crazed wolf with his hands wrapped around my neck." Hearing the voice in her head again, Natasha quickly shut the voice off.

"I was going to feed off of him and then all of a sudden, he looked in my eyes and power began to leak out. He was angry so I rolled him and came to you. Are all the wolves so volatile? Are you close to the pack? I am sorry Mistress for asking so many questions, but I would like to know."

Natasha felt as if she ran away for no good reason, but it had been quite a while since she had faced an opponent so unwittingly in a fight for her life. She was out of practice it seemed. Her previous Master was very soft, enough so that Natasha feared he may be overthrown, but that was of no concern to her now. She was out of practice, and if this experience had taught her anything, was that she needed to work on her power. Perhaps she would ask her Mistress to help, for she had never had a true instructor who was so involved in her Kiss and cared for them.

Listening to Natasha without interrupting, Darla frowned slightly and cast her mind back to her meeting with Adelphus. He had seemed perfectly sane, civilised as only the Japanese could be. To have somebody that would act the way they had around Natasha in his Pack would be an oddity indeed.

"I am unaware of any rogues within my city that have not been dealt with or are being handled, and the Ulfric of the local Pack has all of his wolves under control, or at least he did at our last meeting. Was this a new wolf, or were you reluctant to use your own ability to remove his hands from your throat?"

Natasha felt uneasy like a child who should have known what to do in that situation. "Mistress, he was a new wolf, I do not believe he had gone through his first shift yet" reluctantly she told her mistress about her not wanting to roll him. "I also did not want to use my own abilities. I did though, because it was me or him and I would not lose my life for a reluctance to use power." Natasha finished feeling her pride return a little.

She still felt like she had not gotten the attention deserved to someone who was so unsure of her own powers. "Mistress, I have not used my gaze beforehand on someone in such a long time, I didn't have control over it at all. Is there a way I could practice perhaps so I have a line of defense for myself?" It took a lot for Natasha to ask help, but she felt confident that her Mistress wouldn't see it as a sign of weakness, but as a sign of intelligence.

Understanding instantly Natasha's reluctance to roll another, Darla didn't press the issue, pleased she had chosen to overcome personal distaste when faced with the wolf. Smiling encouragingly as she was asked for help, she chose to pause a moment to allow Natasha to regain her sense of surity, knowing it had cost her to ask for help just as it would of cost herself.

"I am sure that, should you be willing to spend more time with both myself and one of my manservants, then I would be able to help you Natasha."

Watching her Mistress, Natasha felt Darla had understood what it took to ask for help, but she was her Mistress and a kind one if ever she knew one. "My Mistress I appreciate this truly I do. Whatever you may ask of me I will do." With a flash to a thought she had on the beach, Natasha looked up at her Mistress. "Mistress Darla, I know very little of your power, but I do know you can call an animal, which is it?" Cursing herself for not knowing this bit of information, Natasha let nothing of her inner emotions show on her face.

"I believe I would be able to learn much from you Darla. I do not plan on venturing very far from the Estate until I have a better handle of my own power, I believe it would suit us both that way. When ever you would like to start the lesson Mistress, you need only beckon me forward and I will come."

"I can call the wolf, hence my meeting with the Ulfric. You believe correctly Natashsa, and I feel that there is no better time to begin than the present."

Sending out a flick of power to a trusted manservant whom she knew wouldn't mind being rolled, Darla awaited her arrival and turned back to Natasha.

"Now then, you do not have to roll somebody completely in order for them to submit to your will...a small brush of power in just the right place to make them do what you wish is often even better, and will be far easier to handle if you have any personal feelings on the matter."

Nodding at her Mistress Natasha felt more at ease with her now. Before hand, she never wanted to upset Darla and would walk on eggshells around the Mistress for no good reason than the fear she would be rejected, but now it was obvious she had found home.

Listening to Darla, Natasha was rather surprised that you could use only a slight bit of power and not roll people completely. Natasha always assumed it was an all or nothing situation. Turning at the entrance of the servant she looked back at her Mistress for guidance.

Beckoning the young girl over to them, Darla smiled non-threateningly and held her hand out to guide the human over to the two vampires.

"I require your services Amy, I shall not keep you from your normal duties long. Natasha here requires some assistance in a matter of power, and I know that you do not mind such things being used on you. Have you any objections to being rolled temporarily by her?"

Smiling and nodding as Amy smiled shyly at Natasha and said yes in a clear tone, she settled the girl on the seat she had just vacated and beckoned for Natasha to come over.

"Natasha, if you will sit beside Amy I shall guide you through the process from beside you."

Watching the woman walk in and give her a smile, Natasha returned it. Following her Mistress’ instructions, she took a seat beside the servant, Amy. Suddenly, Natasha felt nervous, she decided it was because she didn’t want her Mistress to think her weak by not being able to do as she instructed. Pushing down the nervous energy and reestablishing her cool composure, she straightened her posture and looked to Darla.

“My Mistress, what would you like me to do now?” no trace of nervousness could be detected in her voice.

The tiny brushes of nervous energy from Natasha made Darla smile encouragingly, a brief flash of pride moving through her as the vampire simply straightened her posture and spoke calmly, not showing either Darla or Amy her nerves. What Darla did not mention to Natasha was that Amy had been rolled in the moment that Darla had guided her to the seat. Natasha had not noticed it as the brush of power had been minescule. True Amy had been rolled before, but she always ensured that it would still take the same amount of effort to re-roll anybody she used her power on, as she disliked the thought of it being too easy to remove the will of her humans. It made things more interesting to have servants with personality. Amy was now blank, thinking of nothing. If Natasha could brush against her mind and see that she was thoughtless, then there was hope for her learning.

"Close your eyes. I would like you to think of your power, see it as a whole. Imagine it is a bright light at the core of you that you can reach into at any time and pull either the most slender of threads from, or the thickest of cords. It pulses with you and the beat of your heart, it is alive in you and is a part of you. You alone dictate how much power you pull from that core, the power has no say in the matter, just like your limbs have no say in what they do if you will them move. If you can see and feel what I am describing, then nod and we shall continue. If not then I shall help you to see it."

As Amy was seated beside Natasha, she seemed lifeless, A small crease formed from her thinking what the Mistress had done, for she felt nothing from Darla, and she was trying to observe everything the Mistress had done. Listening to Darla, she did what she was told. This was far better a visual for herself than she had previously used. Usually she just imagined the power as just flowing through her and when she used it, it had to be everything that was held inside.

Instead, Natasha did as Darla instructed closing her eyes. Natasha was seeing her power as a ball of light that could be used in different widths, a smile crept to her mouth, but never opening her eyes, keeping the visual. Smiling as she felt more in control as Darla spoke, knowing it was her own personal decision on how much power and when it would be used. Natasha nodded to her Mistress to let her know she was following exactly what was instructed.

"Very good Natasha. Now, reach forward towards your power. Not with your hands, they do not exist within you. You are reaching with your mind. I want you to think of rolling, what it needs in terms of power, what the power feels like when you use it that way. once you have the sensation of that power, direct your thoughts at the power, tell it what you want. But remember, we want a brush of power, not an ensaring vine. You must force your will to it through a tiny point, your force through the eye of a needle. If the will is sharp and fine, so will be the power."

Natasha's confidence grew with the praise of her Mistress. Nodding once again to let Darla know she understood. Natasha mentally reached for the ball, and began to grab a single thread to use. Suddenly, Natasha opened her eyes to focus on Amy, as soon as she saw her target, Natasha's old habit came out.

The power went from a fine thread that was being pulled to a wave of power washing over all in the room. "Βλασφημία αυτό όλοι!*" Sighing, Natasha sat back against the seat, frustrated. It shouldn't be this hard, I know better. "Forgive me Mistress, it was in appropriate to have such an outburst."

Trying once again, Natasha reached for the ball of light and power. When she picked up the thread, she maintained her concentration throughout, even when she opened her eyes and made eye contact with Amy, this time it was not a flood of power throughout the room, but a small stream of power. Natasha smiled at her accomplishment.

*Damn it all

Knowing from the tiny vibration growing in the air that Natasha had called her power, Darla stood perfectly still so that it felt she was not present in the room, not wanting to distract Natashsa from her goal. Her body regained its softness and presence as Natasha failed with a brief curse in Greek.

"Do not worry Natsha, the thing is not in never failing but in trying again every time we do. Try again."

Reverting back to her watchful stillness, she again felt the vibration of power and a smile spread as she sensed the power twirl around Amy and settle on her gently.

"Now then Natasha, what can you tell me about our Amy?"

As Natasha kept her concentration on Amy, she held a tight grasp on her power, making sure she was in control and not the other way around. Guiding her power to caress Amy, Natasha frowned as her Mistress spoke.

“When did you roll Amy? I felt none of your power. She is not under my control my Mistress, for she is a blank canvas on which only you can write.”

Keeping all of her concentration on the target of her power, Natasha’s eyes never left Amy as she spoke to Darla. “Darla, my mistress, I know I am not the most powerful of your vampires as I also know I am not your weakest, but I do aim to please you in all I do. I tell you this so you do not lose faith in my abilities and continue to teach me.” Natasha was not pleading or begging with her Mistress, but was merely stating something she believed Darla needed to hear.

"I did it when I guided her to the seat, she glanced at me and I took her in but kept the power small so you would not feel it."

Leaving a moment of silence as Nastasha continued to speak, Darla heard her piece before answering.

"In aiming for such you please me Natasha, and I would not entertain the thought of loosing 'faith' in your abilities. I know you can do what you wish, you merely need practice and the proper guidance. Now, shall we continue or have you had enough? You have already moved ahead very quickly."

Natasha listened with a pupil's skilled attention to her Mistress. "Oh" Natasha said as she processed the information Darla gave.

"Thank you Darla. If you have the time and have no other pressing matters to attend I would like to continue. But, my Mistress, we can always continue at another time if it pleases you."

All the while Natasha was speaking, she never took her eyes off Amy, still poking and prodding her with the string of magic she wielded.

"Of course, we shall continue now then."

Without warning Natasha, Darla removed her hold over Amy instantly, wanting to see what Natasha would do or if she would be able to roll her with the thin tendril of power.

Watching the life return to Amy, her power jumped at the opportunity to be used. Floating through her as soon as the woman had looked at Natasha, it was much gentler than last time she had used her power. Keeping the power rolling through the woman to make sure she was thoroughly under Natasha’s control, she did not relent until she felt the mind still from the power.

Positive her Mistress felt both her power on the air as well as watching the blank look encompass her servant once more, she would have turned her head toward her Mistress if not for the fear of breaking eye contact. “Does this please you Darla?”

"Very much so Natasha, now, let us see how strong a hold you can maintain with that same tendril of power. You are not to increase the amount of power you use."

Casting a brush of her own power over Amy for a moment, Darla looked over Natasha's 'grip' on the woman before retreating. She knew that Natasha might feel uncomfortable with having a brush of Darla's power against hers - the difference in size and 'flavour' was great - but if she could not concentrate through a tiny amount of her power then she would have to learn to do so. The grip was solid, but they were going to start small so that Natasha could build her confidence with the power and move up to more tasking manipulations.

"I wish for Amy to raise her left hand, make it so Natasha."

Nodding at Darla to let her know she would not increase the power, she felt a brush of power along her line of power to Amy. It puzzled Natasha for the merest of moments before recognizing it as her Mistress's power. It was so much stronger, more bold than her own; of course she would expect no less than that from a Master of the City.

Natasha's power held though the inspection of Darla's power, not once giving anything nor running away back to Natasha because of broken concentration. Once again, Natasha brushed her power into Amy and spoke in a firm tone, "Amy, raise your left hand." A small silence and stillness ensued and Natasha thought she may have to try yet again, but Amy did raise her hand. Pushing her power further into Amy, but without a power boost, she knew next time there would be no break between the command and the action.

"My Mistress what would you have me do know?"

Noting the pause between command and action, Darla had moved forwards to suggest pushing the power in deeper when Natasha did it of her own accord. Perfect.

"I would have you make her lower her hand whilst at the same time raising the opposite one."

Now, could Natahsa have her do two things at once?

Listening to her Mistress, Natasha nodded once more. Tugging on the string that was her power, she made sure it was still strong enough to keep Amy under her control. Satisfied with the amount of power still in her possession, Natasha focused to not fail even for a moment before success.

Tightening the grip of the thread of power, again not thrusting any more into it, Natasha again spoke to Amy with more of a command in her voice. “Amy. You will put down your right hand as you raise your left. Do it now.” A thrill of excitement ran through her as she watched Amy do as she had commanded. “My Mistress, as much as I am enjoying our teaching session, after my beach episode I should feed and probably sleep.”

Bowing at her Mistress after she released Amy, she smiled at the woman and thanked her. Turning at the door, she smiled at Darla “Thank you for taking the time to teach me Darla.”

"It is no problem at all, for what do we as vampires have but time?"

Smiling and watching Amy move out of the room, Darla looked back to Natasha and smiled warmly.

"We shall continue our lessons tomorrow, if you wish to continue of course..."

Nodding at her Mistress, "Yes, I believe so. And if not, as you said Darla, we have plenty of time."

Natasha walked out of the room and into her own bedroom. A servant awaiting her to quench her thirst. Taking enough to sustain her into the morning, she laid down in her coffin and died till nightfall.