I practiced some moves with Dibs but after an hour of practice he had to go; after he left I practiced my punches and kicks for when I bloom, I will be ready to get back at Sergej. I was drenched in my sweat as I punched the air one more time, I thought of everything I remember from my mother and I had only a few memories.

So I punched the air harder hearing it whiz past my ear, my thoughts were racing of my mother, Sergej, Graves, and Christophe. So I screamed, very loudly. I had enough of all of this I just want to leave the Schola and go on the run again with Graves, I don't need this.

Immediately after I screamed a piercing sound went through my head, I put my hands on my ears trying to drain the noise, I fell to my knees gritting my teeth as I felt them start to grow. No! NO! I don't need this! I heard someone rush in but my eyes were closed shut, I felt my body be picked up and carried through the Schola. And before I blacked out I smelled the familiar scent of apple pies.

I was fumbling around handing Dad bullets as we tried holding off one of the 'werewolves,'

"Come on Dru, I need you here focused!' He yelled again, as he shot the creature with the silver bullet going piercing the beast's heart. I gave him another round of bullets as the beast's heart slow started to grow back, "Now Dru, I want you to grab the shotgun from the truck." He instructed as the beast's teeth were trying to eat his flesh.

"But-but," My lip trembled as I saw him trying to fight it off again.

"Go NOW!" I ran as fast as my eight-year-old legs could carry me, I kept on running until I had the heavy shot gun in my hands.

"I'm coming Daddy!" I scream as I run back; I saw my Dad on the floor with the beast on top of him. "Daddy!" I yell, and right before I shot the beast, I woke up

I gasp and shoot upright taking in my surroundings; I was on the bed from my new room and Christophe was looking at me fear lurking beneath his eyes. "Wha-What happened?" I stuttered as Christophe hands me a glass of water.

"You bloomed," He responded as I look at him, I get out of the bed and ran to the bathroom but instead of running a normal pace I was in there in a blur. I looked in the mirror to see my face still looked the same and I still had my tan skin Thank God, I didn't want to be a ghost. My body however had developed more curves and to my liking more breastbone. I was still in my workout clothes; I walk back to the room and lean on the bathroom door frame as I looked at Christophe.

"What was the piercing sound for?" I ask, he comes over to me and his blue eyes stare back at mine.

"The louder the sound, the more powerful you are when you bloom." I look at him as a smile spreads across my face.

"So, I'm pretty damn powerful, huh?" I ask as he smirks down at me, "Though how bad was my mom's?" I ask and his smile drops,

"Your mother's wasn't very high, but she was more powerful than Anna." He stared at me, and I thought back to Anna.

"Has anyone ever had that high pitched before?" I ask and he looks at the floor.

"No, and when I heard you scream I thought something was wrong. Once I rushed in saw you on the floor and I thought that something bad happened, but once I saw your fangs growing I knew you were blooming." He looked back at me, "Skowroneczko moja, I thought I lost you." (My beauty/pretty) His voice was sincere as he looked at me with fear and love. I looked back at him, getting lost in his eyes; his head lowers and I stretch mine as our lips meet. I felt him grip my waist tighter as his hands slide around my back and pull me closer and tighter into him. His lips trailed down my neck as a shiver went down my spine and goose bumps cover my skin. My hands weave through his hair as his scent fills my nose and I loved everything he was doing to me. He was making me forget the bad things, he made it seem it was just me and him, and then once my mind drifted back to Graves I stopped what I was doing and dropped my arms. He did the same as he looked down at me, hope shinning his eyes. "Kocham ciÄ™," (I love you) He whispered as he backed off of me, I quickly went over to my bed and grabbed my swords.

"I'm going to go," I say, and before he could object I was out the door in blur. Ha! How does that feel?

Once I was in the spar room I practiced using the swords trying to use them as one; for hours I practiced my anger and rage fueling me and I kept telling myself how I would kill the Sergej if it was the last thing I do. I slashed the air with the swords again as I moved like a blur, and when I heard someone in the background I instinctively threw one sword across the room to find that the person was Christophe. Oh, no.

He grabbed the sword out of the wall and reappeared in front of me and handed me my sword, "Okay, so what's the plan?" I ask and he looks a little taken back.

"What do you mean?" He asks me as I roll my eyes.

"How are we going to go after Sergej and get Graves?" I say again as he looks back at me,

"Kochana, you are not ready." I gaped for a second as I hit him in the jaw, his head whipped to the side and he stumbled back.

"Yes I am! I am going to find Graves and bring him back, dead or alive! And if you won't help me then I guess I don't need you!" I yelled back, as he looked at me holding his jaw and saw it start to heal.

"You need me milna, and evenmore to finding Graves." I looked at him still shocked as he grabbed my hands again and pinned me against the wall.

"I'm getting so sick of getting pinned, get off or I will you make you." I snarl back, he put his mouth to my ear.

"No you won't, you need me that is why I make you shudder and your heart beat faster every time I touch you." He whispers as a shiver goes down me again and he chuckles.

"Fine maybe that does happen, but I am going to get Graves." I respond back, as he goes stiff and he stares at me.

"Why? Why do you care so much for him?" He asks me, his voice sounded irritated and hurt was was hiding in there. I look at him thoughts swarming in my head, "Why?" He yells back and shakes me a little, as I look at him.

"I don't KNOW? Maybe because I do like him," And right after I yelled back at him his lips were on mine again, I tried to move but he held me tighter and his tongue danced in my mouth while his hands crawled up my stomach and went to my breasts. I moaned as my hands go up his shirt and trail his abs up to his neck, my leg hooked up on his waist as he started to pound me into the wall.

"Dlaczego ca mi wybierasz mnie?" (Why can't you choose me?) His voice trailed as I was back to reality. I pushed him off and he grabbed my hands and held me tighter, I squirmed as he breathed on my neck taking in my scent. My leg was off of his waist and I tried once more to get off but no avail so I did what any sane girl would do. I brought up my knee and kneed him. Hard. He let go of me as he backed off and went on the floor.

"Don't make this anymore complicated than this needs to be." I walked out of the room grabbing the swords; I looked at Christophe who got up seeming like he recovered. I shut off the lights and walked out, knowing that tomorrow I was going to get Graves.