Resurrection
By: Lady Niko (purplesailorsaturn7)
A/N: This is the first published attempt at a sweep fic. Maybe I'll actually
finish this one. Have fun =)
Rating: pg-13 for now, some violence, blood, and language
Summary: A year after Hunter is returned to Morgan, things are going fine
between them and their daughter. But some new neighbors and some old
hostilities turn strange when someone returns that shouldn't be there...
Prolouge
She could feel the adrenaline, the blood rushing. Faster, faster, faster
still. Her hearbeat was in her ears, pounding in loud, monotonous beat,
louder and louder still.
She looked at the blood flowing freely from her wrists, the room spinning.
But she couldn't stop... she could never stop. Her voice became higher and
louder, the gaelic and latin flowing freely across her tongue as though it
was her original language. All the years of french and english were
forgotten. Nothing would tie her down any longer.
She plunged the athame into the churling red liquid. Red from fire and
blood.... her blood.
It all turned blue... the light, the room, everything in her line of vision.
With a faint and dizzying smile she knew it was done. She plunged the athame
home.
All had worked.
OOC: Really short, and it will make sense later.
By: Lady Niko (purplesailorsaturn7)
A/N: This is the first published attempt at a sweep fic. Maybe I'll actually
finish this one. Have fun =)
Rating: pg-13 for now, some violence, blood, and language
Summary: A year after Hunter is returned to Morgan, things are going fine
between them and their daughter. But some new neighbors and some old
hostilities turn strange when someone returns that shouldn't be there...
Prolouge
She could feel the adrenaline, the blood rushing. Faster, faster, faster
still. Her hearbeat was in her ears, pounding in loud, monotonous beat,
louder and louder still.
She looked at the blood flowing freely from her wrists, the room spinning.
But she couldn't stop... she could never stop. Her voice became higher and
louder, the gaelic and latin flowing freely across her tongue as though it
was her original language. All the years of french and english were
forgotten. Nothing would tie her down any longer.
She plunged the athame into the churling red liquid. Red from fire and
blood.... her blood.
It all turned blue... the light, the room, everything in her line of vision.
With a faint and dizzying smile she knew it was done. She plunged the athame
home.
All had worked.
OOC: Really short, and it will make sense later.