Hey! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry a thousand times that I haven't updated in so long. I've been super busy with school and softball and tennis because school is almost over the teachers are loading us up on homework and projects. Anyways, this is the sixth chapter of my story!(Insert applause here) This chapter is going to be great! Tons of laughs, Puckabrina, and a fight! So, thanks to everyone who reviews, you guys are awesome. To those of you who were wondering, Puck's mini Poodle doesn't have the weird Poodle cut it only has cute, curly, fluffy fur! Now on to the story!

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Sabrina's POV

This is great!, I thought sarcastically. Now all because of Alice giving me Bambi eyes, we have three new members of the Grimm family. And all of them are dogs. Era, Ginger, and Chopper.

When we got home from the Pet store with the dogs, Alice was so excited to have a dog she was practically exploding. I really do hope she explodes of excitement. That would make my day. Anyways, she was blabbing her mouth off, making my ear almost bleed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Puck's eyes widen at how fast Alice was talking, then slowly he tipped-toed into his room with Chopper snuggling in his arms. I'm going to have to tease him about that later. I looked over to Ginger who was now trying to hind under the couch, to try to get away from Alice's motor-mouth. I chuckle, went over to Ginger, and picked her up carefully.

"Hey girl," I whispered to her. Her ears pricked up, and her nub of a tail began to wag. She licked my nose with her little puppy tongue, and I giggled at her cuteness. "Is Alice's talking bothering you?" I asked Ginger. I could have sworn I saw her nod her head. "Well, okay then." I went over to Alice, Ginger still cradled in my arms. I saw Alice talking to Era, so I snuck up behind her to try to listen to what she was saying.

"Era, we are going to have so much fun here, and I am going to find you a boyfriend, and did you know that Sabrina and Puck love each other and-" I'm sure Alice would've continued but my ears were bleeding so I cupped my hand over her mouth making her halt mid-sentence. When she stopped talking (If that's what it's called) I could literally feel Ginger relaxing in my arms.

"Remind me never to give you sugar unless I want to go crazy." I told Alice while rubbing my temple. Ginger saw my annoyed expression, and licked my cheek sweetly. Aww! Ginger is so sweet. I should have named her Angel! I thought while softly looking down at Ginger. She cocked her head like she was confused when I giggled lightly.

"Omigod!" Alice yelled suddenly, almost making me drop Ginger. "We forgot to get dog supplies! I will go get some really quickly! Bye!"

She ran out the door, my wallet in her hand and Era trailing her, before I could tell her that we have dog supplies. Duh, Elvis still lives here. But right now he is hiding under Granny's bed because of Alice's babbling.

I sighed lightly, and carefully set Ginger on the ground before she fell trying to wriggle free. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Puck slowly walking down the stairs; Chopper happily trailing him.

I sighed again at his stupidity. "She's gone Puck. You don't have to worry about your ears falling off." When he realized I had seen him he quickly straightened up, and trotted down the stairs. Chopper following his example.

"I knew that," Puck quickly snapped back. "I just wanted to make sure...that...er...She hadn't fed Elvis any sausages!" I rolled my eyes as a cocky smirk made its why to his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest in "triumph" at his "brilliant" come back. Note the quotation marks over "triumph" and "brilliant".

"Sure you did," I said as I plopped myself onto the couch, and turned on the TV. "But I'm pretty sure Alice is smart enough to know not to feed Elvis sausages. You, on the other hand, not so much." I flipped through the channels impatiently, until Ginger hopped up onto the couch, and happily sat herself down on my lap. I lovingly pet her, while Puck stood there stuttering like an idiot, trying to figure out what to say. Suddenly, he smiled evilly, then opened his mouth to say something. Right then the doorbell rang.

"You get it," I said to Puck, who instantly frowned.

"No," He snapped back, crossing his hands over his chest. At his feet, I saw Chopper look innocently at both of us, then slowly slink up the stairs in fear.

"What did you say?" I asked, my voice cold and dangerous. You could see my I'm-going-to-kill-you-now-if-you-argue-with-me vibe slap Puck roughly in the face as a hint of fear came into his eyes.

Puck's bravery returned to him as he straightened up, and looked me dead in the eyes. "No."

Then I punched him in the face. "Ouch! Okay! Okay! I'll get the door," Puck yelled. He held he hands up in the universal sign for "I surrender". He quickly picked himself off of the ground (he fell when I punched him) and scurried over to the door.

He gave me a glare before he yanked it open. And what I saw stopped my blood cold. Nottingham. Oh crap.

"Hello, kiddies," He snarled before stepping into the house. Ginger, sensing the evil in him, instantly flew under the couch. Puck had been momentarily stunned at that sight of Nottingham but was now flying into action.

He popped out his beautiful pink wings, and began whacking Nottingham with his wooden sword.

"Take that!" Puck yelled, hitting him again. "And that!" This time Puck managed to strike Nottingham in the eye with the tip of his "sword", so now he was rolling on the floor laughing at the expressing on Nottingham's face. Unfortunately, while Puck was distracted, Nottingham pulled out a gun from his pocket, and slowly raised it.

"Sadly, child, I can't kill you just yet," He sneered, then he socked Puck in the gut with the butt of the gun. Puck fell forward and on to the floor, clutching his stomach, and gasping for air. Nottingham smirked and began to make his way to me. I gulped, and got ready for battle.

"Okay, we're going to do this the good old fashion away," Nottingham snarled, crackling maniacally as he put his gun away. Then he lunged for me.

I quickly snapped my foot upward, and grinned in satisfaction when it connected with his face. Nottingham growled up at me. He swiftly jumped back up, and swung his fist at my face. I ducked just in time, and gave him a round-house kick to the gut.

While he was hunched over choking for air, Puck slowly got up finally recovered. He took one look at Nottingham, smiled devilishly, and hopped out to his back. Along with piggy-backing Nottingham, Puck started hitting him on the head with his wooden sword over and over again.

I took the opportunity, and started running towards the door. Right when I had reached it Nottingham took a whistle out of his pocket, and blew into. The sound that came out was so torturing that I instantly dropped to the floor, and curled into a small ball with my ears covered by my hands. Puck, being closer to the whistle, had been knocked unconscious.

Suddenly, the door burst opened, and two goons dressed in black stepped into the house. One looked down at me and smiled sadistically. At his smile, I tried to back up but that doesn't really work when you're on the floor. The sicko that had given me the nasty grin looked to the other sicko. When they met each others eyes they both nodded, and turned back to me. Again, I tried to back up. Again, didn't work.

They both swooped down, and roughly grabbed my arms and legs. As I was kicking and screaming bloody murder they duct-taped my mouth shut and tied my hands behind my back. After that, they roughly stuffed me into a giant, worn down bag. Of course I didn't go down without a fight. The goons now have a black eye, a bloody nose, a broken finger, along with some bruises here and there.

Unfortunately, before they completely shut the bag, I saw something that stopped my blood cold and almost made me faint. Puck had begun to come through, and was slowly getting up. He was steadying himself with one hand and holding his head with the other. Nottingham smirked evilly at Puck's effort, and walked over to him.

"You can't beat me," Nottingham growled into Puck's ear. "You never could." He raised his foot and kicked Puck square in the ribs. I heard a sickening crack before Puck cried out in pain. Nottingham grinned wildly, and then brought his fist down on Puck's face. I managed a muffled scream behind the duct-tape, and began squirming as much as possible.

Nottingham looked over to my bag and glared daggers at it. He sighed. "Enough fun, we have to leave now." He roughly stuffed an unconscious Puck into a bag like mine, and began dragging it out the door.

"Make sure she's out like a light," Nottingham called over his shoulder.

Instantly after that I felt excruciating pain in the back of my head. The whole world went upside-down and then I was swallowed by darkness.