This story is currently getting a much needed rewrite. Since I'm doing it in my spare time, it could take a while. If you wish to read it as it is now, feel free to leave any type of review ( a critique or whatever). If you would rather wait, I'll add an epilogue when I'm finished editing, so you'll know.

A/N- So, here's the sequel to Choices! I hope you like it! =D

The characters might seem OOC in some parts, sorry, I'll do my best to keep them in character.

Disclaimer- I own nothing, except for the Bounty Hunter and Spike, it all belongs to Micheal Buckley!

Rated T for some violence.

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Run, Grimm, run while you can but I'll find you and I'll kill you.

The hate filled voice seemed to play over and over again in her head, sending chills down her spin.

Calm down, she told herself, he's dead. You don't have to worry about him. All you have to worry about is how to get rid of this purple lump.

The purple lump – was it chicken? – was the thing Granny Relda called food. It looked like she found it inside Puck's shoe and it smelled like a mix of tacos and tuna.

There was no way she could give it to Elvis; the dog had stopped eating Granny's food since one bowl of Ogre Wart stew had given him a bellyache. She didn't see how Daphne could eat the food. Puck . . . well, Puck would eat anything.

Sabrina took a long sip of her drink, hoping that it would fill her stomach. She looked over and saw Puck staring at her, an overly mischievous grin on his face.

"What are you ginning at, Stinkpot?" She asked, her blue eyes narrowing in suspicion.

His grin widened, "Oh, nothing." He said, staring down at his food, that stupid grin still on his face.

Sabrina frowned and took another long sip of her drink. When Puck grinned like that it meant some big prank was going to happen.

She heard a gasp and looked up to see Daphne staring at her; the little girl's eyes were as wide as plates.

"That is so COOL!" Daphne said, pointing at Sabrina.

"What is it, liebli . . . " Granny Relda froze when she looked at Sabrina, her fork halfway to her mouth, "Oh, my! Puck!"

"What?" Puck asked, looking up innocently.

"What have I told you about pranking Sabrina?" Granny Relda said her eyes still locked on Sabrina.

"But she makes it so easy!" Puck said, "And I was only trying to help her looks."

"What? What did you do you little weasel?" Sabrina demanded, panic filling her.

"I want purple hair too!" Daphne said.

Sabrina stared at her little sister and then ran up the stairs all the time muttering, "No, no, no, no, no!"

She ran past Uncle Jake, who dropped the stack of books he was carrying and stared at her, and ran into the bathroom.

What she saw made her breath stop. Her hair was purple. Dark purple! The only sign of her normal hair color was the blond tips. The fairy must have put something in her drink!

She stared at her reflection in shock until Uncle Jake stuck his head in the doorway.

"Let me guess," he said, taking in her purple hair, "Puck?"

That one word snapped her out of her shock.

Puck!

"ARRRRGGGGHHH!" Sabrina yelled and ran past Uncle Jake. She stopped at the top of the stairs and stared down at the fairy. He was still seated at the table, grinning up at her.

"YOU'RE DEAD, FAIRY!" Sabrina yelled, running down the stairs, taking two at a time.

Puck's eyes widened and he shot out of his chair, just in time to be tackled by Sabrina. Uncle Jake dragged her off of Puck before she could strangle the fairy.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Sabrina yelled, struggling to get out of Uncle Jake's grip.

"'Brina, calm down. We can fix it! There should be something in the Hall of Wonders to fix your hair. Your hair will be back to normal . . . in a few days." Uncle Jake said.

"IN A FEW DAYS!" Sabrina started to struggle harder, "Let me kill him! Let me kill him!"

Puck stuck his tongue out at her, "I told you would regret spraying me with water!" he said.

"ARGH!" Sabrina yelled in fury as Uncle Jake dragged her up the stairs.

Granny Relda sighed, rubbing her temples, "Puck, this really has to stop."

Puck rolled his eyes, "Well, sorry if I bring a little excitement into your boring lives." He said sarcastically.

Granny sighed, "I'll be up in my room, lieblings. A client is supposed to stop by today, if you could come get me when he does."

"Yes, Granny." Daphne said and then turned to Puck, "Do you think you could give me whatever it was that you gave Sabrina? I want purple hair!"

Puck eyed her, an impish grin on his face, "Or maybe I'll dye your hair some different color."

Daphne's eyes nearly popped out of her head, "That'd be so awesome!"

Puck groaned, "You're no fun." He said, turning and flying up the stairs.

Daphne sighed and patted Elvis on his head, "I think you'd look cute with green fur." She said.

Elvis let out a whimper and hid underneath the table.

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"It really doesn't look that bad, 'Brina." Uncle Jake said as he led her down the Hall of Wonders.

Sabrina just grumbled something, seething. As soon as her hair was back to normal she was going to strangle that annoying, smelly, fairy.

Her face was still hot from the look Mirror had given her when he had seen her hair. His eyes had nearly popped out of his head and then he had mumbled something about kids and their fashions. Red had just covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh.

"So, how long until it goes back to normal?" Sabrina asked, looking at all the different doors. The Hall of Wonders never ceased to fascinate her and her favorite part was all the different doors. One was made out of skeleton bones, another out of bear fur and one was made out of black stone.

"If I remember correctly it could be a week, a month, or a day." Uncle Jake said, smiling sympathetically at her, "Look on the bright side. At least you don't have to go to school."

Sabrina snorted, as if that would make her feel better.

Her blue eyes scanned the doors and then froze on one particular one.

"I've never seen that before." She muttered, scrutinizing it. It looked like it was made out of snake skin; the scales seemed to shimmer, changing colors from black to dark purple. A giant snake head protruded from the middle, its mouth wide open, revealing fangs about three feet long. Two empty black holes stood in the place where its eyes should have been. She felt a shiver run down her spin, it was creepy and yet somehow . . . alluring. She could feel it pulling at her, urging her to open the door.

Sabrina shook her head and looked for the plaque that said what was inside. There wasn't one.

"Uncle Jake, what's inside this room?" Sabrina asked.

Uncle Jake looked up from where he was reading a plaque that hung above a door made completely of mist, "Just a sword." He said, frowning, "Nothing we need."

"Really?" Sabrina said, her eyes traveling back to the door, "How come it doesn't have a plaque?"

Uncle Jake shrugged, "Maybe because no one knows how to use it or what it does. There're a whole bunch of rumors about it. Some say it can kill anything, some say it makes the earth swallow people up, some say it drives anyone close to it crazy until they die, paralyzed and foaming at the mouth. I heard it was made out of frozen basilisk poison, which I think is pretty cool." He motioned for her to come, "Come over here, I think I found the cure."

Sabrina walked over to her uncle, casting one last look at the door.

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The Bounty Hunter glared at the Grimm's house, his lip curling into a hateful snarl. Only the thought of sweet revenge stopped him from barging into the house and killing everyone he saw.

His snarl slowly turned into a wicked smile. He was going to make sure that he had fun getting his revenge.

He looked down at the dog sitting beside him, "You ready for some fun, Spike?"

Spike looked up at him and barked.

The Bounty Hunter sighed, "We can't just barge in there and kill everyone because it wouldn't be fun that way. We have to break them before we kill them. We have to make them wish that they had never been born; make them beg us to kill them. I already know how to break the girl," the Bounty Hunter said, pulling a needle out of his pocket. It was filled with a liquid that knocks people out

Oh, yes, the Grimm girl.

His lip curled up into a snarl again and his fingers twitched, as if they could already feel her neck breaking in two between them. The child who killed him. The child who sent him back to that place.He was going to make her pay.

Spike barked again, sounding angry.

The Bounty Hunter nodded his head, "Yes, I know how to break the fairy too."

The fairy who 'killed' his dog. He was going to make sure he paid too.

The Bounty Hunter pulled the hood over his head, bathing his face in shadows. He winked at Spike, "If you would excuse me, I have a job to do. I always knew I could be an actor.

Spike rolled his eyes as his master walked towards the house.

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"C'mon, Elvis! I'm not going to dye your fur, I promise!" Daphne said. The little girl was on her hands and knees, trying to coax the dog out.

Elvis whimpered and shook his head.

Daphne frowned at him, "Are you calling me a liar?"

Elvis barked and before Daphne could reply someone knocked on the door.

"That must be the new client!" Daphne said, jumping to her feet and opening the door.

On the porch stood a tall man, a hood pulled over his face, the shadows stopping the little girl from identifying him.

"What Everafter are you?" Daphne asked, frowning.

"Uh. . . I'm . . . uh. . . Ronald McDonald." The man answered.

"Ronald McDonald is an Everafter?" Daphne asked, skeptically.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?" The man asked, his voice turning cold.

Daphne's eyes widened, "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to offend you! I love your burgers!"

"Thanks." The man said, sticking his hand into his pocket.

Daphne stepped away from the door, she didn't like this man and she was sure that he wasn't Ronald McDonald.

"Uh . . . I'll go get Granny." Daphne said.

"No need for that." The man said, pulling a needle out of his pocket. He quickly stabbed it into Daphne's arm, injecting her with the liquid.

Daphne opened her mouth to scream but the man's hand quickly covered her mouth. The little girl kicked him in the shin just as the drowsiness made her vision blurry.

The last thing she saw was the Bounty Hunter staring down at her with cold, heartless eyes, "I don't think we'll be needing your Grandmother."