Okay guys, here's another one for you!

Dont get use to the quickie updates, I run outta steam sometimes. So enjoy it while it lasts!

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Much love,

~Carmen

My POV

The rest of the day passed without incident. Rose had let everyone know that there was going to be a family meeting at Lissa and Christian's house later that night. They had to come up with a plan. One that would keep all parties involved alive, along with the ones at the Royal Court. Lissa had filled Christian in on Andy's premonition about the violence and death, that would soon grip court if they didn't intervene.

Andy had been excused from her morning classes so she could pull herself together. She was not however, going to miss out on her favorite class of the day. Combat. She may be a tall, long, blonde haired, blue eyed, uber slim Moroi, but she could still kick some serious ass. Thanks to the training she got on a daily basis. She couldn't imagine growing up in a time where Moroi were forbidden to practice offensive magic, and not allowed combat training. The only reason they were allowed to do it now, was due to her family's participation in getting it started. Her great-aunt had got the authorization from the late queen, to start it up before she was killed. Andy had heard the story of how Tasha Ozera had died, and that her Aunt Rose had almost died that day too.

Christian had kept Tasha's dream alive after she had died, and returned to the academy to teach the kids the old spells that had been forgotten. His family however, had kept the old scrolls, and passed them down generation to generation. He felt it was his duty to teach his children, along with the ones that were allowed to learn offensive magic. Andre, his 15 year old son, had jet black hair like he had, only with green eyes. Andre looked a lot like him, all but the eyes. He was already breaking hearts all over campus. Christians kids didn't get all the paranoia gossip about going Strigoi like he had got in school. The other kids were probably too scared to talk shit about them. Knowing that they would end up in the clinic if they did.

Andre was a cocky little shit. He thought he was gods gift to women, and he didn't let just one girl tie him down. He was straight up about the fact, and liked to show off his arm candy to anyone who would look, whether they liked it or not. He went through girls just as fast as he did his clothes. Which if you knew Andre, that was on a regular basis. Seeing as he didn't like to wear any one item twice. Thanks to his mom and sister's shopping habit, he didn't have too. His younger sister Talia, had the shopping bug along with his mother. His older sister Andrea, Andy to almost everyone who didn't have a death wish, couldn't stand shopping. So Talia fit the bill as his mom's shopping buddy.

Talia was short for a Moroi, even a 13 year old Moroi. She got teased to no end about her height, but she dealt with it in good humor. Her mother told her she would hit a growth spurt any day now. She had her fingers crossed that it would be soon. She was a quiet girl, who had long black hair and warm green eyes. She was the most timid of the Ozera-Dragomir children. But if she was backed into a corner, she would come out fighting. Everyone knew not to push Talia too far. If you saw the girl crying in anger, get out of the damn way! She also hadn't specialized yet. That was something that was kept under wraps for the time being. Lissa, knew she wasn't a spirit wielder, just by her aura. And Lissa couldn't figure out what was up with her aura. It was something she had never come across before. It was outlined in silver, with every color in between, outlined as well. She even had Adrian take a look at it, and he was just as stumped as Lissa. Of course they didn't tell Talia that. She already felt defeated for not having specialized, yet.

DPOV

"Let's go, Andy. We need to get home, Rose will have my ass if I'm late," we had just finished the last class of the day, and now had to get to Lissa and Christians house for the meeting Rose wanted, or needed to have. I turned off the lights in the gym and was heading out the door to meet up with my girls and my niece.

"No damn way!" they were huddled together, probably talking about the most latest gossip, no doubt. Maranda and Dimi, reminded me so much of Roza. They had her hair color, which hung to the middle of their back. I wouldn't let Rose cut the girls' hair, only a trim. They had my eye color and skin color, but their mothers height. Yes, these two creatures were ours through and through. Dimi, being the relative calm one, and Randa liked to cause, or rather end, the discussion. One way or another, being with fist or talk.

I shook my head at the girls as they walked in front of me, talking adamantly about a boy one of them had a crush on. God, I so did not want to deal with the boy thing. I guess I could put the fear of god into the guy that would dare want to date one of my sixteen year olds. Rose always did tease me about being a God, well we will see about that one.

We made it to the house just in time to see everyone else arriving with us. I saw Andre saunter in to stand beside me. He had a smirk from ear to ear. Oh good god. This boy is going to be the death of Lissa, I could see that now. Christian though, was living vicariously through his son.

I leaned over and whispered to him, "What's got that goofy grin on your face, boy?"

He looked up and met my eyes, he had a certain twinkle in his, "Nothing, nothing at all," he shook his head back and forth. If I didn't know better, I would say that he was up to something?

"Everybody take a seat," Rose's voice rang out. I took the reclining chair. Rose came and sat on my lap, giving me a quick peck on the cheek.

"Oh lord, here comes on the make-out session again," Randa muttered, "Like I didn't get a good enough look-see this morning," she closed her eyes and shook her head. I chuckled at her, but let it go. We were here for a serious matter. One that needed dealing with efficiently.

"Okay, so everyone is up to date on Andy's premonition from this morning, right?" Rose asked. Everyone nodded their head in agreement. "Well does anyone have a suggestion on how to address it?"

"Yeah, I do." Of course, Randa, my hot tempered daughter, would have one, "We go to court, and take out the fuckers!"

"Maranda Lynn Belikov! Watch your damn language!"

"Um, Rose, that didn't help," she looked at me with bewilderment, I just shook my head.

"Well, I do," Christian piped up, "We get a large number of fighters, and wait them out."

"No, that's not going to work," Lissa said, "Andy wouldn't have seen it, if that was the case. The court has a large number of Guardians, and fighters. We have to have a strategy in order for this to work."

"Um, guys, I think I know what to do. It is going to take all of us. Well not the young kids," Dimi said.

"Hey, who are you talking about? Not me!" Andre protested.

"Then only the ones with, er, gifts then."

"What do you have in mind, Dimi?" I asked.

She stood up so everyone could see her, "We fight," Rose started to protest it, but she held up a hand to her mother. Rose didn't want the girls anywhere near this, and they knew it. I didn't either, but I wanted to hear her out, "You know how Randa can freeze people and objects? What if she were able to do that?"

"We have never done that on a large scale, and besides we ju-,"

"Yes, but we can practice, mom!"

I nodded my head, "You know, that may work. I know Randa has never done it on a large number of people before, but we could practice it."

"It cant hurt, Rose," Christian agreed.

"Okay, suppose she can do it on a lot of people at once. What about the energy drain, I'm sure that will come into play somewheres," Rose argued.

Maranda stood up next to her sister, "That's what practice means, mother!"

"Chill, Randa. We are breaking her down. Chill out a little. Dad will convince her," Dimi tried to whisper to her sister. Tried being the operative word.

"I heard that, Dimi," Rose snapped. I put my hands on her shoulders, and startedd massaging them, "It's going to be alright, Roza. I promise."

She pulled away from my grip, and stood up in front of me. Her stance kind of reminded me of the day she punched me at court, when she broke my jaw. I leaned back into the chair, trying to get out of swinging range. Her hand was on her hip, with the other one pointing in my face.

"Dont even try it, buster! I heard what Dimi just said, you trying to wear me down?" she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Wouldnt dream of it, love. Wouldnt dream of it," I heard Christian snort. I turned my head to glare at him, he looked away, not meeting my eyes.

"Randa has never done it on Strigoi before. What if she cant? The girls never even encountered them before, Dimitri. What then?"

"Who said Strigoi, mom? Andy didnt say who killed them!"

"Shut the fuck up, Randa! You're not helping us out any!" Dimi said.

Everyone in the room looked to Andrea, "Andy, did you even see the killers?" Dimi asked bluntly.

She started shaking her head slowly, "Uh, no. I...I dont think I did."

Lissa stood up, "I need to call Adrian."

Thanks to those who took the time out to read my story. And a special thanks to those who review it!

~Carmen