Okay, I have recieved a very important question from teenchic2004. She asked how to pronounce Sirah. Okay, here goes. The "Si" part sounds like pie or cry, and the "rah" part sounds like duh or uh. So it's Sirah. I hope that answered your question. Oh yeah, and he's, um, hold on, let me count, seventeen, like you said. YAY! Also, thanks to ADJL-Freakazoid, Lavenderpaw,angelof sorrow227, CelloSolo2007 (Sapphire), and Mariah Casey Woodfor reviewing my latest update. I enjoy getting reviews. :Smiles:
"Where are we going?" Sirah asked. She and Jake were walking down the street. Sirah didn't look like a coxx. She had the body of a thirteen-year-old human, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Jake had given her just a small amount of shapeshifting potion, because she was only seven.
"We're going to my friend's house. She's a human, but she's very nice and knows about us," Jake said. Sirah nodded. She soon noticed a boy with black hair and brown eyes staring at her. She turned to Jake.
"Why is that human staring at me? Do I look different?" Sirah asked. Jake grinned.
"You're hot," he said, then laughed. "I mean, if I didn't know that you were only seven years old, I'd probably--" Jake stopped talking and Sirah looked up at him.
"What is it?" she asked, and Jake grinded his teeth.
"You see that girl over there?" Jake asked. Sirah nodded. "Her name is Rose. She's the girl you turned into. But you're in her thirteen-year-old body. Whatever you do, don't go near her."
"Why not?" Sirah asked. "She seems nice."
"Well, she's one of the humans that killed your parents," Jake said. Sirah's mouth closed and she continued walking. They stopped in front of a cream colored house, and Jake knocked on the door. It opened and an African-American girl grinned.
"Hey, Jakie. Why did you bring Rose along? And why does she look like she did when you first met her?" the girl asked.
"This is Rose's body. The girl inside of it is Sirah. She's a coxx, and I gave her a little bit of shapeshifting potion so she could blend in better," Jake explained, and the girl nodded.
"Okay..." she said, then led the two inside. "Spud's still out of town. He should be back tomorrow."
"Where did he go again?" Jake asked. Trixie sighed.
"California," she said. "So your name is Sirah? That's a nice name."
"My...mom liked that name, too," Sirah said, hesitating to mention her parents.
"Oh, where is...your..." Trixie trailed of when Jake shook his head and made negative gestures with his hands. "Never mind. So how old are you?"
"Six years old. I turn seven in two days," she said happily. Jake smiled at her change in mood. He just wanted her to be happy.
"So, you're a coxx," Trixie said, thinking outloud. "Isn't that one of those demon things with the really long fingernails and junk?" Jake chuckled and laughed.
"Yeah," he answered, then turned to Sirah. "You're safe in here. You can change back." A blue mist surrounded her body and when it disappeared a small girl was standing there.
"So what is she doing here?" Trixie asked.
"Well, remember that coxx family that I didn't save?" Jake said, reliving his failure.
Jake quietly landed behind the Huntsman and Huntsgirl.
"What are we doing?" he whispered. Huntsgirl whipped around to face him, and he stared into her blue eyes. Why does it have to be Rose?
"How do you always know where to find us?" she whispered back, scowling at him. Jake grinned.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out," Jake said aloud. He watched as the coxxes noticed Huntsgirl and started running. Huntsman threw a net, and Huntsgirl attacked Jake. She hit him with her staff and he fell to the ground.
When he woke up, he was at home, in his bed asleep. He had assumed his grandpa had seen him and taken him home.
"Yeah..." Trixie said. "You said that you blacked out."
"Well, there was a little girl who got away, and her name was Sirah," Jake said, smiling at the demonic girl.
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Rose flipped through her notes. They were all of the battles that she had fought since the American Dragon had shown up. She stopped on November 4, 2005. She remembered that day...the coxxes...the dragon...everything...as if it had just happened.
Huntsgirl crouched behind the bushes beside Huntsman. They were watching a family of coxxes. There was a child, and her parents. The child would be worth something...she hadn't even developed the coxx's main features yet. Suddenly...
"What are we doing?" an all too familiar voice asked in a whisper. Huntsgirl frowned and turned around to face the American Dragon.
"How do you always know where to find us?" she whispered angrily.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out," the dragon said loud enough for the coxxes to hear. Huntsgirl looked at Huntsman quickly and nodded. Huntsman grabbed a net and went after the coxxes, and Huntsgirl went to take care of the dragon. She grabbed her staff and hit him...hard...on the crown of his head. He slumped to the ground and Huntsgirl grinned in victory. Suddenly there were flames and when they dissipated, she gasped at what lay before her.
"Jake?" she asked, not believing what she was seeing. She turned around to see Huntsman finishing off the coxxes, and she picked the teen boy and quickly carried him through an alleyway. "Okay, two seventeen Broadway Boulevard," she remembered, and stopped in front of a house. She steathily made her way through the house and eventually found an empty bedroom. She looked around after turning the lights on. Photos of the American Dragon everywhere. Definitely Jake's room. She placed him on his bed and left as quickly as she had come. He would never know what had happened.
"Huntsgirl, what are you doing?" a voice called. Rose looked at the clock, it was almost five o'clock.
"I'm just reliving memories, Huntsmaster," she said, smiling. She closed the notebook and turned off the light.
