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Chapter 8- Weapon making. That sounds dangerous. It is.

Emily POV

I awoke this morning feeling angry and tired, in other words, exactly as I felt the night before. Snapping my fingers I bolted upright only to find Bertrand sitting at my desk reading a copy of the Blood-Sucking Scientistz Daily. I rolled my eyes before asking,

"What are you doing, Bertrand?" I said sounding bored.

"Looking for the garlic gas container order form" he answered instantly.

I grinned. I had completely forgot that according to our impeccable schedule for training today was weapons building. I loved weapons building and Bertrand was obviously looking to get some fresh garlic gas containers to use with some of the more nasty weapons. I sped to look over his shoulder and immediately saw a small banner in the top left corner reading "Delivered in 5 minutes if ordered by BAT, garlic gas containers on page 55".

"There" I shouted pointing at the banner.

Bertrand flicked to page 55 and ripped out the order form, hastily searching my desk for a pen.

"Top left draw, the inkpot is in the compartment" I said automatically.

Bertrand grabbed the quill and pushed on the loose piece of wood on my desk, it popped open and a little draw of ink slid out. He grabbed the quill and dipped it in the ink, scribbling down an order for 2 containers delivered to Garside grange school. He handed me the form and I rushed to the window, singing a high note a small cloud of smoke formed in front of me and one of my ash-bats appeared. It launched itself at me, nuzzling my cheek. I smiled before waving the letter near its eyes. It froze and grabbed it, rolling it into a scroll and flying off faster than I could blink.

"Bertrand I'll meet you down in 5" I said before ushering him out of the room.

"Ok Ok no need to be pushy" he said before speeding off to the blood cellar. Typical.

I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out my usual attire of a long black skirt, blue blouse and pinned my hair back. I was about to leave the room when I decided that I should bring my mace, I rushed over to my chest of drawers and pulled my spike mace out. Fun times with this one, I though. Fun times.

Bertrand POV

I sat by the front door with a bottle of blood, waiting for the delivery. I had been here for 7 minutes now and the containers to arrive. 5 minute delivery, yeah right. A knock at the door startled me out of my thoughts. I pulled the door open, handed the man a wad of bills and grabbed the package. Slamming the door shut I raced down to the training room, hoping I didn't seem like I was late. Emily turned her head up from what she was doing. I held up the containers and she grinned,

"Just put them over there for now" she said pointing to the end of the long bench she had been setting up. Arranged on the bench was an array of metal working tools, wood, various alloys and chains. I walked over to examine the quality of metals she had chosen when Vlad walked through the door. Emily didn't look up from her work and I decided I would be taking most of today's lesson.

"Vlad, today we will be studying weapon making" I said gesturing to the bench behind me.

"Ok, what kinds of weapons?" he asked hesitantly

"Weapons that will have effect on both vampires and breathers, I've got some garlic gas and" I looked back at Emily, she nodded "some argentalium for you to work with" I said.

"Ah, are there any instructions?" he asked

"No, you're going to try and work it using your own head, Vlad" I answered giving him a light push in the direction of the bench.

Vlad POV

I stood beside Emily who was busy working with what looked like an axe. She was clearly ignoring me after what happened last night. I picked up a sheet of metal and a craft knife, looking at them both, then deciding I would make a mace. After this lesson finishes I'm going to throw these all in the garlic pit anyway. I put down the craft knife and formed a fireball in my hand, slowly melting the metal on the table I attempted to shape it into a decent sphere. Satisfied with the current form I extinguished the flame and began to roll some of the excess sheeting into cones to stick on the outside. Suddenly, Emily stopped hammering her axe and grabbed the handle of it, walking over to the gas containers and turning on the valve. It looked like she was going to fill the handle with garlic gas, an emergency weapon should the axe break. Bertrand rushed over to help her, holding the valve hose in place while she filled the handle.

"Ok Bertrand that's enough now" she said, trying to pull her axe away.

"I can't turn the valve off its stuck" he answered struggling to close the valve.

At these words I looked up from my work, garlic gas all over the room was not good.

"Hey do you guys need any help" I asked.

"We're fine" Emily snapped, way too fast to have even considered my assistance.

I put my hands up in mock defeat and continued to roll the metal into cones, keeping an eye on the situation at the end of the bench.

Emily POV

I pulled at my axe trying to free it from the valve while Bertrand attempted to close it. It was stuck just on the edge but the garlic gas was escaping, and fast. I pulled at my axe, falling back as I managed to free it, only realising my mistake too late.

Garlic gas filled the room at an alarming rate and I could feel my body numbing, refusing to move a muscle. My first instinct was to protect the chosen one, I shot out my hand and giant wisps of frost dispersed to cover Vlad's skin. I looked over to Bertrand who was still fighting to close the valve, I covered his skin in frost as well. Finally I came to my last priority, protecting myself. But I was too late, the garlic was absorbing through my skin and I cursed myself for pulling the axe free.

I glanced over at the gas tank gauge which showed the tank almost empty. I could have sighed in relief if it weren't for the fact that I was about to pass out from garlic saturation. In a last minute attempt to clear the air I focussed my energy on absorbing the gas into my body, I succeeded but I was only hanging onto consciousness by a thread. When the gas cleared Vlad and Bertrand rushed to my side, trying to get me to respond and calling for help.

But their voices were muffled and I knew that once I passed out I'd be vulnerable. I decided to do something I never thought I'd do. Ice armour. Ice armour was only as a last resort, it encased your body in ice and is unbreakable as it cannot melt nor crack, it will only break by the use of Elementi fire, an impossible thing to obtain.

I didn't trust anyone, especially Vlad, to protect my body when I am not conscious and although I could ask Bertrand to, I knew that deep down in my un-beating heart, pride and honour would never allow me to impose a responsibility so huge on a male of any clan.

Besides, once I regain consciousness I will be weak and the garlic gas would escape my body, I couldn't let that happen. Damn my martyr-complex.

I closed my eyes and brought the Elementi ice core to the surface of my skin, thus activating the ice armour.

Vlad and Bertrand stood back amazed as my body protected itself in ice, and my eyes stayed open in an eerie blue haze.

OOOOOOOH, dramatic chapter, who doesn't like near death experiences. I just love them. And isn't the whole girls are lesser then boys thing so over rated. Nope. Because even though it so mean I can use it amazingly in this fic. ILY guys, rate and review please.