Hey everyone! I'm so sorry it's taken me this long to update! Last week was so crazy! And I'm afraid this week won't be much better than last. So I hope you like this next chapter! Enjoy!


"This better be important!" The Huntsman walked over to the room. He saw the burned desks behind the one big desk. The window was all covered up as if someone had been thrown through it. There was rope lying on the floor and a wet bandana under a chair. The cabinet was still opened and the desks were out of alignment. "Master," 89 stared at the wall ripping down a flyer. "Blood." They ran it under the scanner again, 'HUNTSGIRL'. "Over here too!" 88 alerted from the trashcan holding the brown paper towel wrapped around the white and red ones. 'HUNTSGIRL' the screen read again. "Rotwood's got her," the Huntsman came to conclusion.

Rotwood's Mother's House

"Oh, my head," Rose groaned. "Stop your vhining. I gave you zee maximum does of aspirin. Let it vork it's course," Rotwood commanded. "Principal Rotwood, I don't think that this is a normal headache! I need something from home," Rose pleaded. "I said stop vhining! Ve just had to stop here quickly to get dinner and ve'll be on our vay again," Rotwood planned.

"Vhere – I mean where are we going?" Rose stuttered from so much German. "You'll see," Rotwood handed her a bowl of mush. "No, I want to know. Tell me now," she ordered. "Fine. I am taking you to a parking garage vhere you cannot make any noise. So eat up or I'll tape you mouth shut," he advised.

Hey, this isn't that bad? Weird, I always thought that Rotwood ate fast food all of the time. He's right about one thing though; it is better than what the Huntsman makes. But I never really expected him to be the world's best cook. Oh, my head. Maybe the vitamins really do need to be taken every night. No, my stomach's hurting now. Stupid vitamins.

On their way to the storage garage, Rose had her mouth free, but her hands were still tied together and a rope attached her delicate body to the car seat. There was no use in pleading with Rotwood. He would never give in. If he was able to threaten, abuse, kidnap, sneak in and out of school with, and in and out of his mother's house with a thirteen-year-old girl without anyone noticing, or for him to tell himself to stop, he'd never get a conscience now.

Rose looked into her passenger side mirror at Rotwood's Mother's house. A group of men approached the front door. Not just any group of men, a group of Huntsclan.

"Help!" Rose squeaked from her newly formed muscle pains. She slowly reached for the window button, but Rotwood stopped her. "Vhat do you zhink you're doing?" "The Huntsclan's at your house. They'll hurt your mother," Rose threatened and sighed holding in the pain.

"No zhey von't," Rotwood looked into the rearview mirror. "Do you really want," Rose paused wincing, "to test that theory with your mother on the line?" "I'm dropping you off in zee storage garage, and zhen I vill come back for my mother. Trust me, you've never seen such a strong woman," Rotwood exclaimed completely ignoring Rose's pain. Not my fault she's probably sick. I have nozhing to do vith her pains. Rotwood secured his thoughts.

Rotwood's Mother's House

"Mrs. Rotwood. May I have a conversation with you," the Huntsman invited himself in. "Who do you zhink you are. Coming into my house vithout permission?" Mrs. Rotwood defended. "Ma'am, where's your son?" The Huntsman glared at her. "Hans was up in his room I believe," she remembered.

The Huntsman signaled for three members to go search the upstairs. "Don't you need a search varrant or somezhing? Zhis is quite rude," Mrs. Rotwood declared. "We just need to search the property ma'am. We'll be out soon," The Huntsman announced. "I vant to know, young man, vhat you are doing zhis instant!" she ordered.

"Fine," the Huntsman let in. "I believe you son, Hans, has something of mine. I want it back!" "Vhat is it zhat you are looking for?" she asked innocently. "That's not important. I just need it back," the Huntsman insisted.

"Master, he's not here," a warrior called from the top of the steps. "What?" he stepped back glaring at Mrs. Rotwood. "He's not up zhere? Zhat's so unlike him? Vhat did you say he had?" she became nervous.

Storage Garage

"Stay here, and I should be back in a few hours," he sat her down in the garage. "They'll find me you know. You won't get away from this much longer," she exposed. "Don't make me duct tape your mouth shut again. Are you feeling better?" he stood at the door. "No," she sighed. "Oh vell," and slammed the door shut.

Come on Rose. Think, think, think! Oh! Got it! "ROTWOOD!" she shouted.

"Vhat do you vant?" he raced back in.

"I just am saying this for your own protection. The Huntsman is very dangerous, and he's going to want to kill you. He thinks me like property, and you stole that from him. For your safety, the best way to stay safe and get you mother to safety is knocking him out. A nice blow to the stomach will make him pause, and then you can hit him with something hard. Okay?"

"Vhy are you helping me?"

"It's the right thing."

"Too bad I'm not into zee right zhings."

"Just do it, Rotwood. It's for everyone's own good," she mumbled as he left. Rose felt herself becoming weaker and weaker. She had no idea how long she could hold out. That stupid vitamin was more than just a vitamin. It was so obvious. "Okay, I hope Rotwood does it," Rose closed her eyes knowing the Huntsman was the only one who could save her now.

The Huntsman's Dream Realm

Rose sat there on a rock watching over and over again what the Huntsman was currently seeing.

"Rotwood! Where is she?!" the Huntsman pushed him into a wall the moment he entered.

"I vill let her go vhen I get vhat I vant!" Rotwood pushed him away. "You have no ozher choice. Zee girl is about to faint, and I believe she needs a doctor, so get me vhat I vant and I'll let her go."

"She's sick? The vitamin," he mumbled to himself. "Hans, the day I let a dragon live, is the day that I go insane. I don't care what you do to it I just want it dead! Rose has told me you want it for live research, and I will not allow it!"

"Fine, I have her in my car," Rotwood smiled and pointed outside. As the Huntsman raced out of the house, Rotwood grabbed an old hard vase and hit the Huntsman in the back of the head knocking him unconscious!

"He did it!" Rose exclaimed seeing the picture go black and a dream actually beginning to form.

"What?" the Huntsman shook his head out groggily.

"Master!" Rose stood up.

"Huntsgirl, what is the meaning of this? Where am I?" he asked not understanding why he was with her.

"Master, you're inside your own dream. I had Rotwood attack you so I could…"

"You had Rotwood attack me?! I was trying to help you girl! That's treason! You know what happens to those who attempt treason!"

"Master, please! I did it so I could talk to you. I still have that dream charm you gave me so long ago. I didn't want him to knock you out, but it was the only way I could get you in here! I'm afraid that if we waited until nighttime, it would be too late!"

"What has he done to you girl?" he put his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm just a little bruised and battered, but I'll be okay. The dragons have done worse to me. The only problem is, I never received my vitamin tonight, and I can barely move on my own."

"You missed a vitamin?"

"Sir, I begged him to return me home. What is it that make them that way?"

"That's not important. It's too hard to explain anyway – I'm just glad that you learn how imperative it is to take it everyday. So, you brought me in here for a reason. Go on."

"He's got me in the storage garage at fifth and eighteenth. You were at his mother's house with a whole squad of Huntsclan, right?"

"I ordered them all home upon Rotwood's wishes?"

"What! Why would you do that? The whole idea was for you to come talk to me, and the Huntsclan take him! So he could be coming to move me right now!" Rose panicked.

"How is your current state?"

"Awful. The only reason that I'm here is basically because I passed out. I can't defend myself sir."

"Okay, stay where you are. Do what Rotwood tells you to," he ordered.

"Um, sir. Yesterday you were raging at me that I wasn't aloud to keep a dragon alive. Please choose, because you're really confusing me?"

"You're too weak to do anything. Tell him that the best places to find dragons this time of night are at Central Park near the fountains. I'll meet you there. Be careful, Huntsgirl."

"I will Master."

They both left the dream realm, but the Huntsman did not yet regain consciousness.

"Oh Rose, I'm back! Sorry zhat took so long, I had to find my mother a hotel room, and no one vants to vork zhis late at night!" Rotwood entered the garage.

"I'll do it," Rose whimpered.

"What?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to. Get a dragon I mean. I should have listened to you sir." She bowed her head in counterfeit shame. "Central Park, by the fountains. That's where they meet tonight. It should be easy for me to grab one for you."

"I knew you'd come to your senses Rose. It just took a bit of zee creative persuasion to convince you to help me," Rotwood chuckled.

"Oh, but Principal Rotwood, you have to help me. I have all of the knowledge of how to capture one, but not the strength. I'll need you right there to hold me up."

"Fine, I suppose zhat could vork. Vell, shall ve?" he pulled Rose to her feet and practically carried her into his car. Her blonde hair rubbed against his neck, her breath on his wrists, and her body cradled by his arms. She was only moving her feet as best as she could, but for humanity's sake she had to keep moving.

Rose could sense his rough German hands around her shoulders, smell his odd cologne, and feel his scratchy jacket's collar rub on her neck. This is what the Huntsman told me to do. Rose's angel half of her conscience kept pushing her self forward. To heck with the Huntsman! When have I ever done what he tells me to? Out came the devil half. When I know what he's telling me is going to protect me. I just have to keep moving!

Finally the car came up and she was sat in the passenger's seat once more. Rotwood didn't even bother with the ropes binding her into one position. Rotwood… she's just a girl. Don't do zhis. His angel appeared to his right. Yea, a girl zhat you've given everyzhing for, and still von't vork for you! The devil mini-Rotwood poked at his neck.

Rotwood, I'm not saying zhat you shouldn't still pursue zee dragon, but treat her vith some dignity! Look at her! She's completely defenseless vithout zee Huntsman. Make her at least feel comfortable. Turn on zee heater, music, anyzhing!

Vhy should he? It's not like she's doing anyzhing for him?

She's getting the dragon?

And after zhat ve'll let her go. She only has to put up vith it for a few more minutes. The devil one spoke.

Just remember Rotwood; she's only an apprentice. If you vant zee real zhing go to zee source. The angel encouraged and they disappeared.

Rotwood knew what he should do. It would be hard and risky, but it would work. "Are you cold Rose?"