Love, Hate, and Magical Creatures *EDITING*

Chappie 12

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I never have time for this, yet I love the story :3 Oh and here is an editing update. Changes that will be made and are present in this chappie: Namie doesn't exist, and Stella's tail and ears will be hidden with the collar that Belmont sealed on her except they will pop out whenever she is angry or embarrassed. Any ways, HAPPY READING MY DEAR READERS THAT STILL PUT UP WITH ME NO MATTER HOW LONG I TAKE TO UPDATE AND THE NEW READERS THAT JUST PICKED UP THE BOOK!!! Don't forget to comment please :).

Chappie 12

Stella POV

I short scream escaped my lips. The entire room was pitch black and I honestly didn't know where I was at first.

"Am I... dead?" the question came shakily from my mouth almost as though I didn't want an answer. I curled into a ball, trying to give myself just a bit of comfort. The darkness seemed to have surrounded me for hours until my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. I was just in my dorm. At night. With a storm brewing outside and no power. Kate was passed out on the couch from last night sleeping soundly like the storm was singing a lullaby. 

        But I still couldn't shake it out of my head. Just what was that dream, or should I say nightmare. What started off as blissful floating ended up with me plummeting to my death in my escape from the old life I used to live. Could it have been the potion or just my tiredness?

        The digital clock that shown on the ceiling said 4 a.m. and there is no way I could go back to sleep. "I need to get rid of some steam." I rolled out of bed and placed my feet on the cool wooden floors. Lightning crackled in the distance about 8 seconds after the sky lit up. "Okay then, the storm is just off the coast of the island. I have time to sprint to the training room."

        My feet lightly padded against the floorboards as I made my way to my closet to dig out a pair of black sweats, a tank top, and some hand wraps. Pausing momentarily to grab a rain coat and my iPod, "I might need this." I looked back into my dorm one last time to make sure I'm not forgetting anything, not bothering to bring my knives or staff, and then made my way out of the building. The rain hasn't even started yet. The sky is still dark from the still present night time coverage, yet the air is warm from the ocean wind blowing in. As expected, there wasn't a soul in sight out in the courtyard.

        A sharp intake of breath passed through my lips. "The fountain..." I stood there staring at it with the remnants of my dream flashing across my eyes for a good while before slapping myself in the face. "Stop it. It was only a dream." I noticed the entrance to the Guard Force building and had a change of thought. You know what; I'm going to the student gym instead. Screw other people. With that I spun on my heel and marched onto the school's gym.

        To my relief, not a body was in sight. "Of course there's no one here at 4:30 in the morning. Normal students value sleep." I plopped my jacket next to a boxing bag and moved to place my iPod on shuffle on the docking station in the corner. Pushing play, the sound of Rise Against blared through the speakers of the gym. "Out of all the things this school has, this sound system is by far the best." I said, nodding my head in both approval and the beat of The Black Market. 

        Wrapping my hands in the protective gear needed so I wouldn't injure myself, I began to let loose on the sand bag. I threw crosses and elbows at the bag with speed and ferocity. Bouncing from foot to foot around the sandbag I launched into a spinning back-kick that rattled the suspending chain. I dropped my hands to the floor to support my weight in a handstand position and catapult into the air a few feet away from my target. Quickly activating the chain on my wrist to take on a gun form, I began a mixture of hand to hand combat and bullet slinging. The iridescent blue bullets flew through the weakened bag, making the insides pour out. My breathing was ragged and the songs had shifted to Burn It Down by Linkin Park. There was the sound of a piece of weight lifting equipment being knocked over right next to me causing my reflexes to kick in involuntarily.