Vassup! Alright the hiatus is over. If you aren't on alert for my other stories then you probobly didn't know that I've made a miraculous return and have been busting out chapters as a result.

There has been a two chapter update on Bad Touch and I felt it was time to get this one up and rolling again. SO I present to you.... the next chapter.

"Think about it!" Trixie flared up as soon as saw the hurt expression on Jake's face, like she betrayed him. She knew he might take the news a bit rough. "Once I take over, I can make them do some good for the magical world."

Jake was still slowly backing away from her. Trixie as the head of the Huntsclan, the group born and raised to kill magical creatures, he couldn't believe it. A thought suddenly dawned on him, "Trixie… have you killed?"

She stiffened slightly, not wanting to answer. "You have to understand, Jake. I did what I did so I could come back."

"How many?"

"The Huntsman only sent me out once, he never liked me being out of his reach for to long," she knew he wanted more details than that and continued against her wishes, "It was an Ogre. Chopped off his head to prove my loyalty."

Jake didn't move. The note made sense now. There was a part of him that hoped it was fake or that it had some alternate meaning behind it, those hopes were dashed now. She killed an ogre, a member of the magical community. And then something hit him, "When I found you today, you didn't have a head in your bag. You didn't smell like blood." He told her.

Trixie froze up just then. She turned away from Jake and held herself, "I was taking the family some gold. I know it wouldn't make them forgive me or anything but at least they'd be well off." Tears welled up behind her eyes, "I killed an Ogre with a family. A wife, two kids and a home. I'm not proud of what I did, Jake, but…"

She couldn't continue. The memories were like a plague on her mind anytime and everytime she thought about it. She broke into there home, at random. There was no preparation or stalking involved, she literally played iny-miny-mieny-mo with innocent lives and, unfortunately, the ogre she killed was the looser.

That was a year ago. She felt compelled to try and give them something to make them a bit better off. An entire pot of gold, pure and straight off the leprechaun melting line. Weather she liked it or not, she had killed an innocent magical creature and she knew Jake would not, could not over look that. Even in a million years.

He was facing away from her by the end of her explanation, frozen and confused. He understood that she wasn't in a great situation. He understood that she basically didn't have a choice, kill or be killed, but he still couldn't believe that sweet, sassy Trixie took a life that he was sworn to protect. He couldn't believe how much she had changed.

Jake slowly turned around and stared at who was standing before him. It was, in fact, Trixie. She was, in fact, now a magical creature of some kind. She did, in fact, kill an innocent ogre. She was, in fact, still the same skateboarding, foul-mouthing, sassy-snapping, brown-eyed beauty that he had always known. Nothing could change that.

He crossed the distance between them, the room illuminated by enough sunlight that he didn't trip on anything in his room, and wrapped her in his arms. "I forgive you," was all he said before burying his face in her hair.

There was a moment of pure shock where Trixie just couldn't move, her entire body was numb. Slowly, because the feeling of Jake's skin against hers was to much to bare, the feeling in her arms came back and she wrapped them around Jake, not wanting to let go.

But she had to.

I one smooth motion she ducked out of his hold and grabbed her jacket, stopping at the window with one foot already through the pane. She gave Jake another once over and smirked, "You really have changed, Jakey." She then reached inside her pocket and pulled out a hair band, "Have Fu dog sniff this and then meet me there tonight," she tossed it to him.

He caught it with no problem, "Where are you going?" he asked, knowing that she wasn't going to answer him. It doesn't hurt to ask.

She chuckled, "Good bye, Jake."

Trixie slipped on her jacket and leapt out the window. Jake ran to it quick enough to see her land gracefully, slip on her hood and walk off down the sidewalk like nothing had happened. She disappeared sooner than he wanted her to in a see of early morning commuters.

He closed his window and hopped into his bed, slowly drifting off into his own head. He dreamt of Trixie, a lot. They were together in the dream, happy, just hanging out like they used to—and then there was Spud.

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Rose stomped hurriedly down the hallways of Huntsclan HQ, staff clutched in her hands so tightly that he knuckles were turning whiter than normal. Her nostrils flared, her cheeks were flushed—how could she have lost her so easily?

Damnit, Rose screamed in her head, "DAMN HER!" she screamed out loud.

Two huntsclan members suddenly appeared next to her. The first was a tall, thin man with hollow cheek bones and glasses sliding halfway down his nose, "Huntsgirl." He said with the mandatory salute. The second to arrive was carring a clipboard. She was shorter than Rose, Spanish with her curly hair flowing freely around her shoulders, "Huntsgirl." She too said.

Rose didn't look at either of them, one because they were underlings to her and two, because they meant nothing to her at the point in time. "Twenty six!" she screamed, addressing the girl with the clipboard.

"Maame?"

"I want squad B out looking for Trixie, files and reports on her past residencies and a mocha frappiccino." She said quickly.

Number twenty six, Lupe was her name, was used to Rose's orders being barked out at the speed of light and quickly got them all down. She saluted her boss and disappeared in a purple plume of smoke.

Rose ripped off her mask and thrust it into the boy's stomach, knocking him off balance a bit. He quickly recovered and she said, "Eleven, I want no one to disturb me tonight," she started, "Except for number sixty nine. Send him here immediately."

Eleven wanted to hurl straight into her mask and put it back onto her head. He never liked working for Rose but once Trixie escaped, it had been hell on earth being in the huntsclan. He, as well as half the people in the organization, could see that Rose was slipping, slowly, but slipping nonetheless. But with a great amount of hesitation he bowed, saluted her and then disappeared to go get number sixty nine.

Rose walked the rest of the way to the Huntsman's quarters by herself, engulfed in her own pity. She never liked going to see her dear uncle, especially not now with all of this drama going on. But he was sick, she was just waiting now, waiting for him to either miraculously get better or kick the bucket and let her take over the organization.

She got in an elevator, anyone who was in it got out in a hurry whether it was their floor or not. "Down!" she yelled at the elevator operating agent.

The Huntsman had raised her as though she were his daughter. She had the best training, the most experience and the best track record of any person in that building but she hated him. Hated and loved him for making her what she was. She often wondered what she would be like if she had never been taken from her parents. Would she be a weak female like all the others? Maybe she wouldn't but still… who was to say.

Ding. Her floor.

She walked out and took a left, unknown territory to all the other agents.

But Trixie had to come in and ruin everything. They beat her, whipped her, chained her, and starved her. The flogged her, drowned her, insulted her and took away her dignity so how… how did she manage to get so strong. Why the Huntsmaster have to like her so damn much. Rose wouldn't ever admit it to anyone but she was jealous of Trixie. She was jealous of how fast the Huntsmaster seemed to fall in love with her—along with everyone else.

It had been so easy for her there. She was released and allowed to train with the rest of them. Three days later it was like she was running the damn place. All the people Rose used to eat with in the cafeteria wanted to eat with Trixie. She was suddenly bumped to second place on the score board because Trixie broke every record in the institute. Her grades were better too. Boys would line up at Trixie's door and wait until she came out in the morning because the wanted to run with her, or take her out fro breakfast, or "study." One guy just wanted to touch her hair.

Everything Rose had worked for was stripped away from her the second Trixie was let loose and now… now she had this failure to deal with.

She finally reached the Huntsman's door and didn't bother to knock, he'd be expecting her by now so she walked in unannounced.

"Sir." She said as soon as she walked in, closed the door and dropped to her knees.

Before her sat the Huntsmaster, menacing and dark, sitting upon his thrown. He didn't look happy, he never looked happy, but today he was down right furious. Rose could only make out the silhouette of his body because of the glowing green light behind him. She could make out the horns on his helmet and the boulders of muscle that made up his body, which was all she needed to know it was him.

He frowned at her, indicated only by the narrowing of the glowing green eye slits in his mask, "Rose," he said with disgust, "My biggest failure."

She winced at the word. Failure. She kept her head down, she knew better than to look at the Huntsman when he was mad, "I'm sorry, master, but she was trained with us. She knows our every move." Rose began to make excuses without even realizing it. She bit her tongue.

"Silence!" Huntsman suddenly roared up, "Your excuses mean nothing to me. She is and always will be better than you if you continue to be such a sniveling," he put so much emphasis on the word, "coward. Admit that you are afraid of her."

"Master, I am not afraid of that filth!" Rose screamed, immediately regretting her outburst.

Huntsman grabbed his staff and stood up, slowly so Rose could the entirety of his aura pressing down on her, "Your outburst only cements your insecurities," he pointed the staff at her, making it glow a bright and dangerous green, "The next time will be your last."

Rose's breathing became heavy, she really thought he was going to kill her for a second. She spoke, trying to regulate her voice into a calmer tone than the one she had before, "I am sorry, master, please forgive me." And then she stood and turned away from him, "I will bring her back next time we find her. I promise you."

He sat back down and put his staff away, "See to it that you do not fail me again, dear Huntsgirl. Failure is not tolerated in this organization." When she did not exit after his statement he waved her off, "You may leave now."

"Yes," she paused, "Master."

I hope you liked it. I know I basically disappeared but it won't happen again. I missed you guys!

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