Just realised that up until the last chapter I have been spelling Hel-blar wrong. Oopsies. Thanks for not embarrassing me about it. Yeah, new chapter, blar de blar. Doing my GCSE's (the most important exams of my life) now, so sorry if I don't upload often. I hope you enjoy. Please review, I love reading them.

We came out together and almost walked into Mum. She swiftly turned, looked at us, her eyes went suddenly to Julia's arms. Mother held them up, scrutinising the cuts. She sighed and said in the most motherly voice I had heard from her. "Are you alright?"

Julia took her arms back and hid them behind her. She shook her head and muttered a reply. "It doesn't matter. But what does is Duncan. How is he?"

Mum smiled "He's fine. Vampires heal from any wound 1000 times faster than you humans."

Julia seemed relieved "That's good news. But if you don't mind, I don't feel like beating up any more sons."

Mum sighed disappointedly "I understand, but I would like you to do two more tests." Julia looked down and mum finished hurriedly "No one will get hurt." Julia nodded hesitantly and mum wrapped her arm around her shoulders, pulling her away from me. I didn't want to let go, so I was happy when a soft hand reached for mine and Julia took me with her.

We were both led to the attic, but it was not the same as I remembered. Its girly wall paper had been replaced by khaki wall hangings, the old teddies once piled in the corner replaced by hundreds of wooden arrows. The Victorian tea sets on the small tables had transformed into guns, with wooden bullets dotted all over the black carpet. The kitten and puppy posters that hung from the wall, now four foot large targets. I preferred it this way, much cooler.

"I just want to see what your aim is like. First, try to hit the bulls-eye, then I'll make it a bit harder." She stepped back and handed Julia a loaded crossbow.

Julia got two more arrows, squared up to the target, and pulled the trigger. The arrow swept cleanly through the air, hit the target, not just in the centre ring, but in the middle of the bulls-eye. She quickly loaded another arrow and shot another hit. The last arrow rang true as well.

Just before she turned around a clapping came from the back of the room as my mother applauded the (pretty amazing) shots.

"Incredible, very, very good. Can you do that when they move?" she pressed a button on a grey remote and the targets began to move, pretty quickly. But despite the difficulty, Julia managed to hit all three smack-bam in the middle.

"Your aim is better than mine." Mum said before laughing. "But are you better with a sabre?" with that she left the room, and I was left alone with Julia, who was still staring after mum. I crept closer, grabbing her waist and pulling her into me. Growling in her ear, I kissed her neck, moving back up to nibble her ear. Julia's body melted into mine, she spun round to face me. My mouth met hers, they gently touched and gently parted.

"Come on. It's fencing time." I led her back to the ring downstairs. Mum was waiting inside the door, two masks in one hand and two sabres in the other. Sabres were her favourite fencing blade, as the blade was thicker and longer, and the handle was like a pirate's cutlass, also the way that you fought with a sabre was different, you are aiming for the whole torso and the head, and you can slash at the sides. A foil was too delicate, and like the epée the fencing technique was too polite. She handed one of each to Julia, put her mask on and jumped (literally) into the ring.

"Do you know how to fence?" mum asked, as a masked Julia clambered into the ring. When she stood up and shook her head mum carried on. "Then we won't do the traditional thing then. You can move in any direction. First person to get a clean hit wins." Marcus walked down the stairs. "And Marcus can umpire." She pointed at him and he nodded silently. "En guard!" mum shouted and lunged.

Julia was graceful, she parried and reposted, she thrusted and lunged. Each movement smooth and executed swiftly and cleanly. It was like she was dancing, to some kind of music that was inside her own head. I was even more amazed when she began turning and leaping, dodging like she weighed nothing. In this dance, Julia was leading, mum retreated, the force, speed and accuracy of the attack crushing the strength and power behind mothers blows, leaving her off balance and taken aback.

Finally when mother was pressed against the ropes, Julia ducked under one of mums attempts. Even the legendary power thrust that mum always wins with, was not enough to stop Julia. While mum was still getting her balance, Julia lunged with perfect precision and got mum directly on the heart.

Julia had beaten mum. Marcus confirmed it, mum couldn't deny it, frozen with defeat. Mum never lost, it was a new experience for her. How did Julia do it? And it seemed that the brother almost as quiet as me was thinking the same thing.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" she replied to Marcus.

"Beat me, so well. How much training have you had, you have total control over your body."

"It's not too hard to have control when your 5ft 4. But I do dance. And I have a theory."

"Which is?"

"Well I think that everyone has like an internal song that everything runs by, if you can find that song fast enough then you can predict their next movement."

"What is my song?"

"Looking Up by Paramore. I listen to a lot of different genres so I know loads of beats, the right one comes when I need it to. I know that my sisters is Heart Song by Automatic loveletter, Sebastian's is A Good Idea At The Time by OK GO, and I'm not going to tell you mine." She really was amazing, and Mum thought so too. She put her hand out and Julia shook it.