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From Author- Alright, guys, I'm really sorry for the long wait but, these past couple of weeks has been a little hectic. I'll try to update this as often as I can! Now that my Kai story is done, this story is next. And, like the previous one, it's going to be shorter story, not sure how many chapters but not as long as say, the Kai story.

And, just a little note. I would just like to ask that you guys (the readers) could pray for the victims of the Colorado shooting. They really do need it and every thought and prayer counts.

Alright so I'm glad this story is starting to get more reviews and stuff. I hope to hear more from you guys. Alright, not gonna talk too long so here's chapter 3!

My eyes widened as the doctor's words lingered in my mind. Robert still had a firm grip on my free hand and he gave me this look of concern. But, once he saw my eyes widen the way they did, his expression turned a little scared.

"Celina, darling, what is it? What did the doctor say?" He asked. I blinked to try and rid the shock from my mind and body. I whispered a small farewell to the doctor before hanging up the phone. Robert held my face in his hands so I was looking straight at him.

"Celina, please, you are worrying me. What's wrong? Please tell me!" He pleaded. I slowly lifted my hands up to pull his down from my face.

"I'm…." I started to say but then, I began to think of the worst possible scenario. What if Robert didn't want the child? What if he wasn't ready? What if I'm not ready? I just turned seventeen, could I really be a mother?

"….pregnant…." I whispered very lowly and I'm surprised that I was actually able to hear myself say it. But, apparently, Robert didn't hear it. I looked up at him and placed his hands, which were still grasped in mine, on my stomach gently. He blinked at me and then looked down. Slowly, as the seconds ticked by, I could see the realization hit his face as his eyes widened and some of the color from his face drained slightly. He sat back a little so our faces weren't just inches apart anymore.

"You're….you're….pregnant?" Robert asked finally, whispering the question out of pure shock. I slowly nodded, waiting for his reaction to see how he would take the news. He got up from the bed, separating our conjoined hands, and began pacing around the room, running his hand through his hair. I watched him while biting my bottom lip, scared of what he might say next.

"Robert, I know it's so soon but, I don't want to lose the child. I mean…" I stopped suddenly when he turned to me with this gaze that just made me shut up right then and there. The look he was giving me…it was hard to describe it. It looked like he was slightly scared just from the fact that he's going to be a father soon, but the other part I saw in his eyes was…disappointment?

"Celina, when did I ever say I didn't want the child?" He asked me and then, I understood his disappointment. He was disappointed in me for actually making the accusation that he wanted me to have an abortion. I gulped back some tears and looked down at my hands, feeling disgusted.

"I-I'm sorry Robert, I shouldn't have said that. I was just….afraid after hearing this so soon. I just…I don't know what I was thinking or saying." I said, wiping at my eyes. I felt so horrible that I even considered the thought of taking the child's life but, I began to panic a little when I thought Robert wouldn't accept the child.

"It's alright, Celina. You are scared, it's understandable." Robert started to say then sat next to me on the bed. "I'm scared too. This is…a lot to take in." He finished, taking my hand, making me look up at him. He gave me a small but reassuring smile.

"But, we'll get through this. And you're going to make a wonderful mother, I just know it." He said, leaning forward to kiss my forehead. His words, his tone, his actions…all of them made my fears, my anxiety, and my guilt wash away. I practically threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around him. My sudden action nearly made us fall off the bed but Robert managed to compose himself enough to keep us on the bed and hug me back.

"Thank you, Robert. You are truly wonderful." I whispered, burying my face in his shoulder for a moment while he held me close. Then, I pulled back slightly to plant a kiss on his neck.

"And I know you'll be a great father." I whispered and I felt his hold tighten around me. After a moment, he pulled back, gazing into my eyes which were slightly glossy from the tears that were threatening to leak out. Then, he cupped my face and ever so gently, ever so tenderly, he kissed me. Despite that, it was a passionate kiss, and I needed a moment to respond because I was so blown away by it.

Robert was right, we can get through this.

Johnny's POV

I had woken up in my bed like I did every day. I got up, showered, changed and ate breakfast like I always did every morning. But, for some odd reason, when my eyes first opened today, I had this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that today was different. That everything was different.

In fact, I had this same feeling when I left Enrique's mansion the other day to check up on Oliver. My buddy was pretty banged up but, he was tough. He'd be able to pull through. But, even though all of us came up with different suggestions as to why this happened, we still had no idea just who exactly this Arthur guy was and what he really wanted.

Deciding to go clear my head after dinner, I changed into more appropriate clothes and went out for a jog. I didn't feel like using the track in my own yard so I started at the gate to my estate and just ran. That's what I felt like doing right now; to just run and not think of anything, to clear my mind of whatever this may be. Perhaps we should just brush it off but, something about this feeling I had made me realize that we probably shouldn't.

Stop worrying yourself over what could be nothing, Johnny! I growled under my breath as I continued to nearly sprint down the streets of Glasgow. I don't know how long I was running for but, I had eventually stopped myself to regain my breath. I leaned against a metal gate that surrounded some type of courtyard. When I looked up, I realized it was the cemetery. That's when I also noticed it had gotten kinda dark. How long was I running for?

As I took a moment to stretch my legs, I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I turned to look, there was nothing. I went back to what I was doing but right when I finished my stretches, I saw the figure again. It was in the cemetery. Maybe someone was visiting a loved one's grave?

But, curiosity got the better of me and I looked more intently into the cemetery to see if it truly was just someone visiting a grave. There were barely any lights inside the cemetery, the only light I had was from a nearby street light. I leaned my face closer to the bars of the metal gate surrounding the cemetery and for a moment, I saw nothing. Then, I saw something that made me jump back in surprise.

Eyes. A pair of eyes were staring at me. But, not just any eyes, oh no, they were blood red eyes. Inhuman eyes. I gulped and looked away, starting to walk back up the street toward my estate, my heart pounding faster than normal.

Relax, Johnny, your mind is playing tricks on you. It was probably a stray cat or something. I thought as I wiped sweat from my brow. I slowed my walk, feeling stupid that I had gotten scared so easily. Seriously, what would people think if the Gladiator of Glasgow got scared over a damn cat?

But then, I heard something that made me stop dead in my tracks. A howl. Like a dog's howl except, this sounded different. I couldn't really describe it but, something about it seemed….off, even eerie.

Although I tried again to brush it off as just a regular dog baying at the moon, I couldn't stop the hairs on the back of my neck from sticking up. I gulped down a lump in my throat and slipped my hand into my pocket to make sure I had my launcher (my smaller one because I wasn't going to carry around an axe!) and Salamalyon. I breathed a small sigh of relief through my nose when I felt them both in there. Not wanting to act too paranoid, I continued on my way like I heard nothing but kept my guard up. Something wasn't right.

The next thing that occurred happened so fast I barely processed it and believed it was real. Something hot and red/orange in color flew by my face, nearly burning my face and hair. When I felt that burning sensation, I realized it had to be fire. I looked ahead of me to see a random mailbox up ahead burning to pieces. Then, I heard what sounded like a dog snarling behind me and I whipped around to see.

My eyes widened and I actually fell on my ass from shock. I crawled backwards; heart thumping wildly as I stared into the piercing blood red eyes of my attacker….the same red eyes that I saw in the cemetery. But, that wasn't what made me lose my footing and stare in horror. No, what really made me practically wet myself was exactly what I was staring at and what owned those dangerous and demonic eyes.

It was a dog, a big dog, black as night but it had no fur. It was almost skeletal looking and yet, it wasn't. The only thing I could describe as the blackness that surrounded its body was charcoal. Fire spewed from its mouth and erupted from beneath its four gigantic paws, leaving a small fiery path behind it.

I couldn't believe what I was staring at but the more I looked at it, the more I began to realize just what it was:

A hellhound.

"Well well well, look at the Gladiator of Glasgow now." A voice rang out in the darkness of the night, making me jump slightly. A dark chuckle followed, making those hairs on the back of my neck stand up even more. Then, a figure stepped out of the shadows. He was of decent height and decent build, looked about my age, maybe a year older with jet black hair that just barely touched his shoulders and piercing red eyes to match that of the hellhounds. He wore a dark red shirt, black jeans and shoes and a black trench coat. I glared at him and got to my feet, not wanting to show him anymore fear that what he already saw.

"Who the hell are you?" I spat at him but I stepped back slightly when the hellhound growled at me. The young man put his hand on the top of the hound's head, like he was petting it, to calm him down. How the hell could he even touch its skin…er body? Wouldn't it be extremely hot or something?

"The name's Yestin." He responded, looking back up at me. It was then that I noticed something spinning not too far behind the hellhound's back legs…..a beyblade. My eyes went wide again. A bitbeast? This thing was a freaking bitbeast? How in the hell was that possible?

But wait, a mythical creature like this….just like the banshee that attacked Oliver….yes, that's it. This guy was with the same group who attacked Oliver! In a matter of probably five seconds, I had pulled out my launcher, loaded Salamalyon into it and pointed it at Yestin, ready to launch.

"You….you people attacked Oliver!" I shouted. Yestin blinked at me for a second then he smiled.

"Ah, yes, the little aristocrat from France. Yes, my….'people' attacked him but relax. I'm not going to leave you in as bad of a condition as him." He stated and the hellhound took a step forward. I was just about to launch my beyblade when Yestin spoke again.

"I do not wish to fight." He said, making me stare at him in shock.

"What?"

"Well, not yet, at least." I stared him down.

"What are you playing at?" Yestin raised an eyebrow at me.

"Playing? No, I'm not playing because this is not a game. It's real life, McGregor, and you better make sure you know that." Then, he called his bitbeast back into the blade and picked it up, stuffing it in his pocket.

"I'm only here to let you know that we, Abyss, are coming for you and the Majestics, and that includes the frail and vulnerable Celina. None of you are safe and demonstrating my power tonight was proof of that. You all may be the best in Europe but you are no match for our strength." He said and turned on his heel to walk away, letting those words sink in. Then, he stopped and looked over his shoulder at me.

"You all have one week so use that time wisely to prepare." And, with that, he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

I slowly lowered my hands that were holding my launcher. Abyss was coming after us…? Who was Abyss? What did they want from us?

And, what did Yestin mean by the "frail and vulnerable Celina"? Celina was everything but that. My eyes widened. Could something have happened to her?

Without a second thought, I dashed back up the streets back towards my estate. I barely said hello to my butler as I practically dove for the nearest phone in my house. I dialed Robert's number. I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table that held the phone as I waited for Robert to pick up. Finally, he did.

"Hello?"

"Robert! Are you okay? Is Celina okay? Did something happen to you two?" I nearly screamed into the phone. I didn't sound like myself but, when it came to my friends, there was nothing I wouldn't do.

"Johnny, calm down! We're both fine. Why? What happened?" Robert exclaimed over my yelling. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that my friends were, for the moment, safe. But then, I frowned, remembering the information Yestin had told me. I took a deep breath and spoke:

"Robert, we're under attack."

From Author- So again, I stress the fact that I'm really sorry that I took so long to get this chapter out! Had a bad month and just was in a slump, really. But, I'm doing better and wanted to get this chapter out before I went on vacation this week.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter because, in all honesty, I loved the way it came out. I'm very proud of it and I hope you enjoyed reading it.