Hi it's Kick-flare and back by popular demand is Regret. I wrote it on a whim, and people are wanting more, so here it is. Merry Christmas!!Thanks R&R!!

Regret

Chapter 2 – Admitting your wrong

The pale sunlight filtered in through the barred window. For a teenagers' room, there was no decoration, white wash walls, a trunk at the foot at the end of the bed. No carpet to protect the teen's feet from the bitter cold, concrete floor. The body on the bed moved, before a pale hand pulled the covers farther up to cover the pillows, but since the feet got cold, they disappeared back under the covers.

A timid knock at the door was heard, before it creaked open.

"Tala, come on, we got to get going…" The gruff Russian male voice trailed off. A grumbled complaint from the bed was heard, before the person kicked the covers off. The teen was quite tall about 5ft 9, give or take, with fiery red hair and a pair of the most startling blue eyes.

The other teen nodded before turning to leave. He had pale lilac hair with eyes that matched the colour. He was about 5ft 7, but much broader set than the redhead. Another teen entered the room.

"Hey!! Tala how come you're not up yet?" The other teen piped in. A pair of almost crimson red eyes blinked, before pushing his violet bangs from his face.

Tala returned the other teens question with a grumble, as he reappeared from his bathroom, fully clothed.

"Anyway, I found out why Boris wants us down there, ASAP." Ian grinned.

"Okay, I'll bite, why?" Tala asked, while he gelled his hair into place.

"He wants to us to meet his daughter." Ian said, casually. The sound of Tala's hair gel container hitting the floor was heard as a stunned silence followed.

"Boris has a daughter?!" Bryan's startled exclamation followed.

"Yep. Turns out that nearly sixteen years ago, Boris had a fling with an Arabian chick. And the girl is the result. Her mum died a few days ago, and Boris sighed an agreement with her mum before it happened, that if she dies Boris takes the kid on." Ian grinned evilly; the others seemed totally surprised by the information.

"Well, come on then." Tala's impatient reply cut through, before Ian led the way to the main office, flanked by Tala and Bryan.

Boris was waiting outside for them, before he gave a nod to the guard, who turned and left.

"I take it Ian took you." Boris said. For the first time he sounded slight nervous and worried. Boris opened the door, and let them enter first, before following them in.

"Meet Harmony Galtrien, my daughter." Boris said extending his arm towards the shadow in the corner. The shadow stepped out from the darkness.

It was a girl about 15 years of age, with large, dark ivy green eyes, light tanned oval shaped face framed by two long wavy bangs of dark violet that just touched her shoulders, the colour was so similar to Boris's hair colour. The rest of her hair was dark bronze that was neatly tied back into a plait that reached mid-calf, she had a very lean build, but yet she bore the air of danger and independence.

Tala shot a grin at Bryan. Boris nodded and left them to get introduced.

Harmony rolled her eyes before swinging herself onto the high window ledge without an ounce of effort.

Ian scowled, he didn't this female coming in and taking over the abbey. The abbey was meant for males, no weak females.

"I'm not weak." Came a sharp, very British, female voice. Ian looked startled by her comment.

"No-one said you were." Bryan scoffed.

"You didn't need to." She snapped, her dark ivy green eyes narrowed, before she turned her attention back to the window.

"I swear she just read my mind." Ian muttered to Spencer, who just nodded.

"It wasn't exactly hard." Harmony replied, leaping from the window, landing legs rigid, before letting herself out of the room.

"What a snotty cow." Tala stated with distain, watching her leave.

"At least she won't be in the same training area as us. I mean she is weak, and FEMALE." Ian sniggered, following Bryan and Spencer from the room, but Tala had a sinking feeling that wasn't true, and that they hadn't even scratched the surface of her personality.

"Hey Tala. Let's go already!"