Sorry it's been so long since I UD! HERE IT IS! GET READY!

Or, well, so I had thought. Zena came in and stopped the fight before it even began- okay, that is not how it went down. I ended up attacking her. She walked in, and that was the person I had thought was going to attack me. She walked right up to me, just as I had thought the attacker would- seeing on how I am deaf and all (I am still pretty pissed that Lissa couldn't do a damn thing about it! I mean, seriously? She can heal diseases, but not a simple freaking eardrum!). My back was facing her, and once she put her hand on my shoulder. I grabbed her hand with one of my hands, and her elbow with my other, pivoted to the side and then used my strength to flip her over on her back before she, or anyone else, could stop me. I had her pinned in two seconds flat, but Dimitri pulled me off of her and shook his head at me. At first I was confused, I didn't do anything wrong, so what was going on?

Then I noticed a white board on the floor next to me with Russian writing saying: wear these clothes and get out of that bathrobe!

She must think this is disgusting. I couldn't blame her. She came in with workout clothes in her hand that are now scattered around the floor. Denis picked them up and handed me them. I graciously took them and put them on in the gym bathroom. I came out feeling a lot less exposed and a hell of a lot more comfortable. Really, I hadn't thought about wearing that robe at all. I am now wearing green and white tight workout shorts- which I found that I could go commando in (haha), a Nike white sports bra and a Nike tight white t-shirt. I looked hot, and felt ready to test what I already know.

I was glad someone had their senses in line, and got me workout clothes. The song Hard to See by Five Finger Death Punch, suddenly popped into my mind.

I walked towards the back of the gym. I wasn't about to give my attacker the advantage of catching me off guard that easily. I needed time to feel the ground and prepare myself for attack. I looked at Denis to tell him that I am ready to begin; he nodded and I knew he was verbally telling the others that I am ready. I closed my eyes and expanded my senses. I waited in anticipation for the feeling of movement or the slightest brush of wind or movement in the air. I bent down into a squat position; I wanted to feel the ground. I put one knee on the ground and the other up to my chest, and all my finger tips were just barely touching the ground.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. All of my attention was feeling the ground for vibrations. I felt Denis shift is weight from one foot to the other in anticipation for what will happen. Then, seconds later, I felt hasty, light footing coming towards me. My best guess is that the person is a female. When I estimated that the person was three feet away from me, I got up and turned towards my attacker.

I was slightly hoping that my speed would ketch my attacker off guard, but I wasn't counting on it. But to my surprise, it did. Zena came at me with both speed and force, though she wasn't coming at me with all of her strength, which disappointed me. When I turned around and faced her, she kicked it into gear, but that one moment of hesitation cost her.

I dove for her, knocking both of us on the ground. One of her hands went to the middle of my chest, while the other one made a fist and punched me in the jaw. I staggered, my jaw stinging from the blow.

Ah, but I should have known that would have happened. Zena is strong, practically as strong as me. Our weight is the same, though she is slightly shorter than I am, but not by much. As I flinched, Zena used that against me and shoved me off of her. When my butt hit the ground I quickly got up to my feet and into a defensive position. We were looking at each other, looking for the other's weak side to appear. However, we already know each other's weak side. She went for my left, while I went for her left- which is on my right side. We started circling each other, but she tricked me. Just as we started our fourth step, she jumped me, and I landed on my back and all the air that was in my lungs was forced out. She landed on top of me, and entangled her legs between mine, but her left side was slower and her left hand wasn't nearly as tight as her right. And in her moment of slowness, I brought my right knee up and kneed Zena in the stomach. I watched her face, and I saw her shock and pain. I whispered sorry in Russian as I knocked her off of me and pinned her down, faster than she did me.

My problem- I had no stake. I settled for my fist. Therefore, with my right hand, I held both of her arms- by the wrists- down, and with my left fist, I hit (not hard) her over the heart. She slumped on the ground, given up.

I got off of her and went to my feet, offering her a hand up. She took it and helped her up with a smile. She raised her hand up for a high five, and I crossed my arms over my chest, denying it and slightly glaring at her.

Zena dropped her hand and looked at me confused. "You didn't come at me with all of your strength, Zena." I accused to her in Russian.

She shrugged and looked at me sheepishly, throwing her arms out to the side. Denis walked over to me and put a hand on my shoulder and smiled approvingly.

"Dimitri translated for me," Mason started, "Denis said well done."

I nodded and smiled back at Denis. "Well, who is next?"

"That would be Gabe." Mason said, without anyone telling him.

"Mmm," I said out loud. "How about I fight my fiancé?" I turned to Dimitri with a wicked smile.

He rolled his eyes. "I take that as a yes. Get out there, my future slave of mine, then come at me." Dimitri passed me to go to the exit with an amused smile tugging at his lips.

Mason laughed, crossing his arms over his chest. "That would have been a good one, if it wasn't for the fact that he wants to be your slave."

I gave Mason, who is standing on my left, a big smile. "Mase, Dimitri just has to remember that he signed up to be my slave."

He shook his head in gratification. "Oh, how I miss your wacky sense of humor."

I just smiled. He has no idea how much I've missed his; how much I missed his company. If there was one person that could make me laugh, it was Mason Ashford. I turned around, getting ready for Dimitri to come.

Feeling brave, I wanted to test myself, so I decided to stand up instead of squatting down. I needed to start sensing things better with my own inner conscience.

My advantage in this scenario: I have changed. I have gotten stronger, my fighting style has changed and that gives me an edge. He doesn't know most of my moves anymore, and the fact that he doesn't, is a huge, huge, advantage on my part. And with all of those things I said, it all adds up.

Part of me felt bad for him, really.

I breathed in and out, but I didn't need to for long. I felt him coming for me, as weird as that sounds, I did. It feels like a huge magnetic pull, like a sling shot, and the rubber string is connected to the base of the handle. He was going slow, trying to trick me. He was light on his feet, but was going as quickly, quietly and efficiently as he could. I hid my smirk.

When I felt like he was a couple feet away, I turned around as fast as a strigoi would, and lunged for him. I put all my weight and strength in my calves and the balls of my feet and leaned forward; with my arm muscles, I violently pushed him down on the ground.

However, I underestimated him. The smirk on his face was evidence he had anticipated my move before I even did them. Using his abs and thigh muscles, he quickly jumped up off the ground as gracefully as a ninja. He was in the defensive position, waiting for my weakness to give in or to show.

But I didn't show my weak side. I kept it up, waiting for him to attack. We started dancing that familiar dance. I was quickly board though, and struck out.

And that surprised him. He didn't anticipate me to attack first, but nevertheless, he was prepared for it.

Let's face it; the male species is physically stronger.

Dimitri wrestled me down to the ground, his hips pressing firmly against mine. It was powerful, but there was nothing sexual with the way we were fighting. This is serious, and he was my ultimate test, or well, one of them. His hands struggled to keep a good grip on my forearms and legs were wrapping around mine, but his speed wasn't as accurate. He was having trouble keeping me still, because I was using every ounce of strength I could to wiggle out of his grip. In a way, I felt like a worm on a hook. Was this worm going to be fed to the fish, or was it going to wiggle off of the hook?

I gave violent shove after violent shove. On my fourth shove, his right hand went lose on my left forearm; I didn't hesitate. I bent my elbow and with speed- and guilt- I rammed my elbow into his nose and pushed him off of me with my free arm. He was good though, and regained his balance before he fell to the ground.

He staggered, clearly sunned and in a lot of pain. I saw his eyes immediately started to water. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, but instead I shoved him off of me with both of my arms, which are both free now. When he staggered, his hold on me loosened and I forced my arm out of his grip.

He backpedaled, trying to regain his balance. Nevertheless, I was the one alert and in action. I used my thigh muscles and abs (the same way Dimitri did) and got up and lunge on him, before he could recover. Vampires are very fast at recovering, but when you have been at this as long as Dimitri has (twenty five years), you are bound to recover in seconds. Therefore, that whole event played out in seconds.

I was literally sitting on him, though my knees, with all my weight centered there, were digging into his thighs and I knew that the way they were positioned, it hurts. My right arm was holding both of his strong and muscular forearms down. And with my left hand, which quickly turned into a fist, I hit it over his heart.

I felt accomplished. I was proud of myself. I got Dimitri- the fearsome warrior god- and Zena, down.

Then Mason started talking. He was standing two feet before Dimitri's head.

"You need to concentrate harder Rose. I could see your body movements. I anticipated your next moves even before you made them."

I gently got off of Dimitri and glared at Mason. "Don't look at me that way," he said, his eyes wide. "Even though I am dead and you can't hurt me, it is still scary to see you glare at me. It makes me think that you might actually be able to hit me."

My glare dried up into a smirk. If only it was possible. "Fine."

Then, the strangest thing happened. His shoulders went back, straightened his spine and held his head high. "We are going to do an exercise, and this is coming from Gabe. I will still be translating for him, but I will be asking a couple of questions on my own." He sounded like he was going to be my trainer! I almost laughed

"Uh-huh." I said, crossing my arms. This ought to be good.

"He gathered up all of the Cobra's. They are lined up in a straight line and they are going to move. It can be the slightest of movements, such as shifting of their weight, or they could come at you. When they move, you are to tell them what they did, and who did it. Of course, you will have a blind fold on."

I nodded and took in my surroundings. The Cobra's are here and stood in a perfectly straight, horizontal line near the entrance/exit of the gym.

I walked towards the middle of the gym; Dimitri and I managed to get to the far corner of the gym because of our little dance. And in the middle of the gym was a circle; I sat in it, crossing my legs. Gabe came up to me and squatted into a sitting position near me. He looked at me with a smile, raising his forearm and showed me a black blindfold.

I nodded, though rolling my eyes, knowing he was going to secretly enjoy this. He knew this is going to be hard. "Alright, put the blind fold on me Gabe; and let's get this show on the road."

He put it on me and he walked off. I knew because I felt it. But then after about twenty yards, I couldn't tell if he stopped or kept going. This is going to be harder than I thought. I inclined my head to listen- but then I forgot, I couldn't hear.

With a growl, I shouted. "Well do something!"

BOOM! As if all in unison, they jumped and landed at the same time. "Yes, I felt that! I can feel when a mafia is stomping the ground! Do something that's actually challenging." I almost growled, or well, it felt like a small growl.

A moment passed.

"Rose, did you feel that?"

"Yes, I feel my anger rising!"

He sighed. "Listen again. Tell them to do it again."

I told them and then, as I prepared myself to feel, I felt a small tap.

"Did someone tap their foot?"

"No, someone took a step forward and one back." The way I was envisioning it was like a march.

"You mean like that person marched?"

"Mmm, sort of."

"Okay."

"Now, from which direction did it come from?"

I tried to recall, but couldn't. "Do it again."

Tap, tap, tap, tap. My head snapped towards the direction, though I couldn't be sure. "To my right."

"Correct." Mason said, with a smile in his tone.

"Go on." I said

Someone jumped, though it was very light, and it was straight ahead. "Someone jumped."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"You are correct, but which direction?"

"Straight in front of me."

"Male or female?"

That was a tough one. "Female?" I guessed, though I was pretty sure it came out like a question.

"Wrong. It was Dimitri. He landed on the balls of his feet. Watch out for that Rose."

Suddenly, I felt the gym doors slam open and feet pursuing towards us. I quickly ripped off my blind fold and saw Mia, Lissa, Christian and Mikhail sprinting towards me and Gabe. I looked at Mason, but he wasn't the only one I saw that was a ghost. I saw Mrs. Dragomire, and they were in a heavy and private conversation- one I couldn't hear. Well, that was new.

"They are almost here Rose, get ready." Mrs. Dragomire said,

I immediately understood who she was referring to. Strigoi. I felt the blood drain from my face. Great.

"How long until the strigoi reach our refuge soil?" I asked, feeling dread. Dimitri. Lissa. Mia The Cobra's. Eddie. Abe. Mom. Hell, even Tatiana crossed through my mind. I didn't want any of them to die. Were we ready for this? I hurried up and tried to compose myself. The others can't see me worry like this- they will think I am doubting them, and I'm not.

"A few hours at the most; get everyone in position; waste no time."

By then, the Mia and Mikhail reached us; Christian and Lissa stayed with the rest of my family. "Is something wrong?" I asked genuinely worried. Did something happen already?

They looked at each other, then Mikhail turned to me and Mason started translating. "He says that a guardian had spotted a strigoi trying to climb Court's walls. It's a warning- and this is me speaking now. More are on their way."

"How many more Mase?"

"Hundreds."

"Shit. Mia, we need to get you that water necklace now. I will get it and bring it to you." She nodded and I looked at Mikhail. "This is a warning. They will be here in a couple of hours. I'd say estimate it to be three-"

"-and a half." Mason said

"and a half hours."I quickly added. "Go to Hans, tell him what I told you. Tell him that we need to round up all the guardians and prepare them for battle. We need to gather at some place. Hans will know where, Mia," I looked at her, "stay with Mikhail and Hans, text me when they find a location to meet and tell me where it is at." She nodded "I am going to the Queen. We need to be ready as quickly as possible."

Mikhail and Mia turned away and the Cobra's stepped up-

And then the doors opened up again, this time, my father waltzed in with a smirk on his face. Coming in behind him is a rectangle, dark, shinny cherry oak chest…with eight shinny sliver handles sticking out.

My gang looked at me with questions in their eyes and I just shrugged. They didn't understand what was happening with Mikhail or with my father (I don't understand what was happening with my father). I shrugged, unsure myself. I moved towards my father, and everyone else did as well.

"Rose." Mason called to me from what sounded like far back in the gym. I was just a few feet from my father. I turned my head back and saw that Mason was right up to me.

Whoa, must be a ghost thing.

We were so close, I could kiss his chest. I glanced up. I forgot how tall he was, how red his hair was; how semi-hot he was, but his personality made him hot.

"Mason?" I asked. I was slightly startled. His eyes showed sadness, and that missing piece in my heart started to throb. He lifted his hand and touched, yes- I said touched!, my cheek with his hand, gently stroking it.

"Ohh." My breath caught in my lungs. I could feel him; his warmth, his skin, his gentleness! He was warm, like he used to be. He was as gentle as ever, treating my skin as if it was fragile glass. My hand went to his and again, it felt like he was solid.

"Shh." He hushed. He bent his head down and kissed my forehead. Then he pulled back and dropped his hands to his sides. The sadness vanished and he looked at me solicitously and very seriously; I don't believe he had ever looked at me so seriously. "They won't be expecting the C4, but they will be expecting a fight and the wards. Don't use the C4 or the grenades until I give you the signal." He stopped, reached up and scratched the back of his head. It was a habbit he always had when he was alive; he only did that when he hated to admit something or was very, very nervous. "This will be intense, but I know you are ready for this. You are strong and full of finesse."

He paused again and that sadness in his eyes returned. "I am going to miss you."

My heart cracked. He was leaving me. I shook my head. "No Mase. Don't leave me."I cried. "I just got you back!" I mean, it sucks that I can't hear anyone else, but I get to hear him again! I get to actually talk to him again. Yeah, it's weird that he's a ghost, but still, it's Mason. My best guy friend. I just got him back.

He gave me a very small wistful smile, so small, I hardly saw it. "You are my best friend Rose, I love you. Tell Eddie that I am watching over him, and to cool it on the Cheese-Its." I smirked a little bit on that part.

"You don't have to-" I started again, but he cut me off.

"Yes, I do." There was a tap on my shoulder, but I ignored it. "Besides, I'm tired of hearing you bitch on how you can't hear anything but my mouth."

I snorted and he smiled with a little humor this time.

"It's time for war Rose," he turned serious again, all humor vanished, "and you need all of your weapons."

I gave him a shaky smile. "Well, one of my weapons is broken."

He lifted up an eyebrow and his eyes showed clandestine. "Really?" His right hand went up to my left ear and I felt a cool, then warm, then cool again feeling. It was exactly the feeling I get when Lissa heals someone. I heard people breathing, and talking, but I wasn't very interested in their conversations at the moment. However, I knew that he only fixed one of my ears. He still wanted to talk to me.

I didn't know ghosts could do heal.

"Ghosts are misunderstood." Mason said, guessing my thoughts. "We can hurt if we want, but we can also heal the living, but only if we caused the damage."

"I'm still waiting for that apology you and your ghost friends owe me." I said, turning adamant.

He sighed. "We, well I am, sorry. Forgive us?"

I looked at him. "Just don't do it again without my permission, because if you do, I will beat your ass, dead or alive."

He shook his head, then the sadness returned. "Good bye Rose, I will be watching over you, along with everyone else, but do not forget about what you learned today."

"You purposely made me lose my hearing!" I realized angrily.

"Uhh…" he shot me a small nervous smile, "don't worry, you will that full apology from us ghosts."

"Rigorously so, I hope." Slightly glaring at him.

He laughed and lifted up his left hand and healed my right ear. I looked at Mason and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Water filled my eyes, and I found a part of me went missing again, but this time, it was only small.

"Bye Mase." I felt a tear trickle down my face. I turned to face my father and the rest of my family. "So," I said, brushing away the tear with the back of my hand and putting enthusiasm in my voice. "What have you brought for us, father dearest?"

Abe laughed and I savored the first thing that I heard. "That is music to my ears, Dad."

He immediately stopped laughing and looked at me like I was only wearing my bra and thong…well, in theory (I hardly ever wear thongs- only when I wear skimpy dresses) that is what I thought my dad would look at me like. And when I say 'look,' I mean, look in horror.

Really, is it that bad that I can hear now?

"You can hear me now?" He said, taking a step towards me. His horror-of-a-face turned into amazement.

I smiled and nodded. Usually I would have rolled my eyes, but no. Not with this. This was something to awe about! I can hear now.

"Yes Dad, I can hear now." I turned around to my gang and spoke, hearing Dimitri translate to them. "Which means no more whispering behind my back!" I laughed.

They laughed too and I savored their laughter. I will never take hearing for granted again! They came up and hugged me. I looked at Dimitri, and when our eyes met, I saw relief. I was sure my eyes conveyed the same thing. When all the hugging was done, I looked at Abe.

"So, old man, what is this?" I spoke in Russian. My eyes were on the seven foot long, four foot high table. The silver handles had a blade going into the holder of the wood.

I knew instantly what they were. Swords.

The silver handles were so silver, they looked like mirrors- just like my own weapons (the gun and swords), except the handles were different. They had a sense of style on the handle. The whole handle is silver, but it looked to have bars wrapping around it, as if it was vines around a stick. The bars were thin, and they looked to be in no order of design; that just added to the beauty of the handle.

Not only the beauty, but the quality- and there were eight!

"This, my sweet, hearing, daughter, is your gang's newest weapons." My gang sucked in breath of excitement.

I was still awed by the beauty of the sword, but I was even more awed at the fact that my father got something for us- for my whole gang. I looked at him touched, and slightly startled, by his generosity. They must have cost at least a thousand a sword.

"I.." I struggled for words. "I don't know what to say."I met his eyes. "Thank you."

I expected him to wave it off, but he smiled and drew me in for a hug. "It's my pleasure, kiz." He said in English. He drew back, and put his hands on my shoulders. He inclined his head towards the chest, "take a look." His hands then dropped to his side.

I walked up to the shinny cherry oak chest, and so did the rest of my family. Dimitri stayed back, but smiled.

My father seemed to notice and took one step toward Dimitri. "Dimitri, my son, I understand that you are a Cobra now."

Dimitri chuckled at the propagation. "Yes sir."

My father waved his forearm towards the table. "One is yours."

Dimitri's eyes lit up with excitement, as well as gratitude. He walked up to Abe and met my father's eyes, then extended a hand to him, which my father shook. "Thank you, sir- I mean Dad." Dimitri corrected himself as my father unleashed his own signature glare. I stifled in chuckle.

"No problem, son." They dropped the handshake and Dimitri stepped forward. I looked down on the wood and noticed for the first time that names were carved in the chest.

I was in the middle, and anonymously, I was standing where my name was carved. I looked down, towards my left, and saw Dimitri's name. I pulled my hair out of its pony tail that I put it in when I got dressed. I ran a few fingers through my hair to smooth it out, and draped it over my shoulder.

As I did that, I called out to Dimitri. "Comrade, you are down here." I said to him with a smile in my tone. I found it comforting that he was on my weak side. He always made up for my weakness, I for his. We are truly the other person's other half.

I leaned forward and grabbed the handle, sliding my hands on the, cold, silver handle. My hand fit snug, and the space between the metal bars and my hand was perfect. It won't be in the way or hurt me when I use it.

Ironically, everyone pulled their sword out at the same time, metal scraping metal. We sounded like medieval knights, preparing for battle. I looked around after I heard that, and saw that everyone was doing the same, looking at one another with excited smiles on their faces.

They loved their new, artifice. I do too.

I raised the sword up so that I could see the blade, and incredibly so, there was engravings on it. The engravings were more pronounced than my other two (even though the depthless was still just as thin and light as my other one. I was glad it was thin and light- it would have turned out a bitch to clean the blood off of it later.); this one had a black metallic color engravings. It looked regal, insidious and it took my breath away.

I read the engravings on my sword. 'Rose Hathaway', is on one, slanted side. On the other slanted side, six inches away from the ending of my last name, 'Queen Cobra', was also engraved. I then flipped the handle in my hand, and looked at the other side of the blade. 'When fire meets fire; when panthers meat the lions,' is engraved.

I looked over to Dimitri, and he was studying his sword with a sense of awe.

"What does your sword say?" I asked him in Russian.

He didn't look away from his sword. "It has my full name on it, and a few inches away from it on the other slanted side, says 'King Cobra'." He then flipped the sword over and looked at me with a smile in his eyes. "'When fire meets fire; when panthers meet lions.' I have it memorized from your original sword."

I was about to say something, but Zena walked up to me and started talking. "Rose! You will never believe what this says." She stood by my side, and held up her sword so that I could see. Her smile was huge, and it warmed my heart. "'Zena Jakov,' Cobra Naja.'" She then flipped it over. "It has your famous quote on it, from your other sword!"

"Indeed." I raised my index finger to her blade and traced it over the engravings 'когда огонь встречает огонь; когда panthors встречают львов' (When fire meets fire, when panther meets lions.' I had a strange feeling this is going to become a famous quote, not to mention the swords...

I sighed and dropped my finger and looked around. I went around the my gang, and saw that all of them had their full names written on the sword, along with the title 'Cobra Naja.'

What does Naja mean?

"Dad?" I turned to him. He was observing Denis, who was swinging his sword back left to right, checking its weight and sharpness. He turned to me with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes Rosemarie?"

"What does Naja mean?"

He shook his head. "Naja, as in Ha-JAY. It means family. So, not only do you have a Cobra Naja, but also a Zmey father." He smiled and I laughed. I surprised myself by rapping my arms around him tightly.

"Thank you Dad."

"You already said that." He said with a smile in his tone.

I squeezed him in my arms. "Well, I am saying it again. Thank you."

He laughed and kissed the top of my head. "No problem Kiz."

I stepped out, dropping my arms. Abe walked up and opened the top of the chest. He reached inside and brought up several military looking bags and started passing them out. He handed one to Lev and he opened it quickly.

I never saw him so excited. He "WAHOO!" He yelled in excitement. I could only guess what they were- explosives; grenades. As if to prove my point, Lev held up a five and a half to six inch green grenade in his hand.

"Victory shall be mine!" He yelled. His eyes were still full of excitement, and I could tell, he was ready to blow strigoi up to save others. He was ready to defend.

Everyone laughed.

But I knew he was scared, everyone was, and we could all feel it. Abe walked up to me and handed me the last bag. "How in the world did you manage to get these inside Court?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Well," he said, clearly enjoying the clandestine, "this was generously donated by her majesty."

I nodded, happy that she was thinking of us.

"There are six in each bag," he turned to look at Lev, "use them wisely. Princess Visilisa and Prince Adrian also have donated something for you guys." He had our full attention now. He walked back up to the cherry oak chest and pulled out, can you believe it, black leather jackets.

I would have been horrified if there was a cobra snake on the back, but thankfully, there wasn't! Few! It wasn't like we were an athletic team, or a mathelete. (A/N: jacket pictures are on my profile)

It was a man's leather jacket. It was simple, yet sexy and dangerous at the same time. It looked so ordinary, yet for some reason, I knew that there would be secret hiding compartments for weapons, such as stakes and knives. My father opened it, and sure enough, at the breast pocket, there was a barely-visible compartment to hide your weapon. On the other side, down by abdominals, there is a holder to put your stake and gun. In the back, was a holder to put your sword, it was slanted, just like in my jacket.

Awesomeness.

Abe passed them out to the guys. Dimitri even liked it, though it was no substitute for his duster.

He then pulled out the jackets for the girls, and they took our breath away. It looked remarkably similar to the one that I have right now, but it looked less thicker. It still zipped up on the left side, and had a couple visible zip-up compartments in front. There is the holder to put your word in, in the back of the jacket. It was slanted, just like my other jacket. However, when he opened up the jacket, there was enough room to hide a stake and knife, but no gun. For girls, it was limited because we wanted to portray the skinny image.

I wasn't complaining though, this was one gorgeous jacket. Abe handed them out to all the girls, including me. However, mine was a little bit different than everyone else's. The back of my jacket had two sword holders instead of one.

I gave Abe one last smile. "Cobra's." I addressed them. Everyone looked to me. "Lets leave. We need to warn the others now, and get ready. I am going change first, then go warn everyone."

"I knew you were going to do that, so I stopped at your hotel room and picked them up and had them dry-cleaned." Dad said, smirking like he was so smart.

I nodded at him. "Thank you Dad." He leaned into the chest again and pulled out my leather pants, my weapons and my blood red spaghetti strap tank top, along with my Nazar. I went into the gym bathroom-again- to change.

I'm sorry for the delay on this. I wasn't really in the writing mood, so I didn't write on Friday or Saturday. But I did on Monday! And today!

Wonderful news! I am on the track team! Woot woot! Sooo happy! I will be updating as soon as I could. I didn't feel as if I left it off as a cliff hanger this time. I thought this was a decent place to stop. :D Just a reminder, most of the things that I have described (except Mia's necklas, which I will be presented next chapter) is on my profile. So if you are lazy, like me, go to my profile and check it out, though I do a good job at describing. ; )

Please review. Oh- and yes, I Aced all my exams (literally, I got all A's on my exams!)