*This is before the first chapter, obviously. This is kind of the
beginning after the end. Actually it's the beginning before the middle. I'm
going to go into the spell and after that later. Maybe more Hunter, hehehe.
Admit it, that's the only reason you read Sweep Fanfiction *
*Earlier that week*
At 5:00 on Tuesday night, I was lying across my bed, studying for my American History class. My mind was drifting, as usual. Focusing on school had become inscreasingly hard since discovering that I was a Blood Witch. Especially after all the changes in my life. Falling in love with Cal, him betraying me, his and Selene's Death, finding out that Ciaran MacEwan, the leader of Amyranth was my father, falling in love with Hunter, breaking up with him, getting back together.
I sighed. I knew that my life would never be the same as it once was. Part of me missed my old careless life, although there were somethings I had found since discovering Wicca that it would be impossible to give up.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and I bolted from my room to grab it, knowing it was Hunter.
"Hey," I said, as I picked up.
"I need to talk to you," he said, lacking in greeting as usual, but something in his voice alarmed me, "It's urgent."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Just come," he said, and hung up.
I told my mother that I was leaving, and she shot me a disapproving glance that I ignored, but she didn't say anything. She'd knew how hard my break up with Hunter had been, and was trying to be more liberal. She wasn't doing as good as she thought.
About ten minutes later I arrived at Hunters'. Sky wasn't around, and even though I knew I wasn't here for personal reasons, I couldn't help being grateful. He opened the door and wordlessly let me in. I followed him into his living room. As usual, there was a small, pointless fire burning. It gave off little heat in the frigid house.
"So what's going on?" I asked, after a moment.
"The Council just contacted me. They managed to gather a little more information about the New York Amyranth cell," he said, sitting down next to me and staring into the fire.
Hunter was a Seeker for the Internation Council of Witches. His job was to punish people who abused magick. He did it, more or less, to atone for his brothers death, which he felt responsible for, and to get revenge on the people that drove his parents into hiding. The members of Amyranth. In other words, my father.
"And?" I asked.
"It seems they're sending the dark wave to Widow's Vale," he said, taking a moment for the words to sink in.
"Oh Goddess," I murmured. This was bad. This was really bad. The dark wave could kill all of us. It had destroyed my mother, Maeve's hometown, killed everyone there. Except for her and Angus.
"Does that mean Ciaran, too?" I asked. I didn't want him come here again. I wouldn't be able to deal with him being here again.
"Probably," he said, lost in thought, "But there's something else."
Uh-oh. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.
"The Council thinks they've found the spell to defeat the dark wave," he said.
"What?" I thought my jaw would've dropped so far it hit the floor, "Then why aren't you happy?" This was great, but Hunter seemed obviously subdued.
"The spell requires five blood witches. Strong ones," he said.
I frowned. We had those, Alyce, Hunter, Sky, and myself. We could also used a member of Alyce's coven, or Diarmuid, her nephew.
"So what's the problem?"
"If you do the spell with us, it'll be strong enough to work. But it's draining, and it's dangerous. And if it's performed wrong, if all the witches aren't prepared, it can be fatal," he said grimly.
I thought about it. I knew that my strength would be needed, but the idea of it frightened me. All the other witches knew so much more than me, so much better trained. What if I wasn't ready? Could I die?
"The Council says you're necessary. They want me to persuade you to do it. But I don't want to get hurt, or killed. I'm leaving it up to you."
I glanced at him in suprise. He usually would to try to convince me otherwise, no matter how stubborn I was. His green eyes were somber. I realized he must be as torn about this as I was. I wanted to destroy the dark wave, but I didn't want to die.
"I'll think about it," I said finally, "I should go. My parent's will worry."
"Alright," he agreed and walked me to the door. When I was about to leave he caught my hand, and leaned over and kissed me softly.
"Don't decide too fast. I'm not ready to lose you," he said.
I was touched by his concern. "I will, I promise."
With that I walked about to Das Boot, completely lost.
Within the next two days, it was as if a shadow slowly moved over Widow's Vale. Things slowly became cold, damp, and dark. There were accidents, and mysterious happens. My mind was sailing, confused. I didn't know if I could do it. But if I didn't, we would all be dead. Hunter told me time was running out. I knew he was right, but could I do it? I've risked my life before, but........... The spell wasn't ready yet, but it would be soon. I had to make my desicion quickly. If it really was a desicion. I knew I had to do it, even though I hadn't officially told Hunter my desicion. I simply didn't feel ready.
On Friday morning, Hunter called me over to his house before school.
"Ciaran's coming to town," he said, as soon as I entered.
I gasped. Oh, Goddess, I thought, dimly. Oh, Goddess. Last time I'd seem Ciaran, he'd tempted me with dark magick. I had nearly killed Hunter.
"Do you know when?" I asked, my voice suprisingly calm.
"No," he admitted, "but it's going to be soon. Before the dark wave hits. We're pretty sure that they know we've found the spell. He's probably going to try and prevent it from being performed."
Did that mean he was going to kill me? More likely Hunter. He'd tried once before. Oh, Goddess.
"I'll do it," i said before I thought, "I'll do the spell."
"You're not ready," he argued.
"We have to. There's no other choice," I said, regaining my old stubbornness.
He knew that it'd be pointless to argue with me. It was my final resolve. I just wasn't ready. But I'd make myself ready. I would try anyway.
"I'll call you when it's ready," he said finally.
"Okay."
He again walked to the door, then stopped me before we left.
"Don't do this."
"I have to."
I turned and left, before he could say anything else.
An hour later, a voice rang in my mind.
Come, said Ciaran, Come to the woods. To save your home.
I drove the the edge of the woods by the power sink. I knew I had to. Hunter would kill me for doing this, but Ciaran may have information, and I needed to get it. I knew he'd try to kill me, or try to get my to join Amyranth. But I wasn't going to do either.
I knew Ciaran's true name. He couldn't touch me. The only thing he could to do me, was talk. I willed myself not to be afraid as I walked through the dark forest, nearing the power sink.
"Hello, daughter," said a voice from behind me.
I am so stupid, I thought as I turned.
*Okay, the rest of the Ciaran conversation is rather unimportant. So that's why the first chapter started out with him trying to persuade her to join Amyranth. You get it, I hopeā¦. *
*Earlier that week*
At 5:00 on Tuesday night, I was lying across my bed, studying for my American History class. My mind was drifting, as usual. Focusing on school had become inscreasingly hard since discovering that I was a Blood Witch. Especially after all the changes in my life. Falling in love with Cal, him betraying me, his and Selene's Death, finding out that Ciaran MacEwan, the leader of Amyranth was my father, falling in love with Hunter, breaking up with him, getting back together.
I sighed. I knew that my life would never be the same as it once was. Part of me missed my old careless life, although there were somethings I had found since discovering Wicca that it would be impossible to give up.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and I bolted from my room to grab it, knowing it was Hunter.
"Hey," I said, as I picked up.
"I need to talk to you," he said, lacking in greeting as usual, but something in his voice alarmed me, "It's urgent."
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Just come," he said, and hung up.
I told my mother that I was leaving, and she shot me a disapproving glance that I ignored, but she didn't say anything. She'd knew how hard my break up with Hunter had been, and was trying to be more liberal. She wasn't doing as good as she thought.
About ten minutes later I arrived at Hunters'. Sky wasn't around, and even though I knew I wasn't here for personal reasons, I couldn't help being grateful. He opened the door and wordlessly let me in. I followed him into his living room. As usual, there was a small, pointless fire burning. It gave off little heat in the frigid house.
"So what's going on?" I asked, after a moment.
"The Council just contacted me. They managed to gather a little more information about the New York Amyranth cell," he said, sitting down next to me and staring into the fire.
Hunter was a Seeker for the Internation Council of Witches. His job was to punish people who abused magick. He did it, more or less, to atone for his brothers death, which he felt responsible for, and to get revenge on the people that drove his parents into hiding. The members of Amyranth. In other words, my father.
"And?" I asked.
"It seems they're sending the dark wave to Widow's Vale," he said, taking a moment for the words to sink in.
"Oh Goddess," I murmured. This was bad. This was really bad. The dark wave could kill all of us. It had destroyed my mother, Maeve's hometown, killed everyone there. Except for her and Angus.
"Does that mean Ciaran, too?" I asked. I didn't want him come here again. I wouldn't be able to deal with him being here again.
"Probably," he said, lost in thought, "But there's something else."
Uh-oh. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.
"The Council thinks they've found the spell to defeat the dark wave," he said.
"What?" I thought my jaw would've dropped so far it hit the floor, "Then why aren't you happy?" This was great, but Hunter seemed obviously subdued.
"The spell requires five blood witches. Strong ones," he said.
I frowned. We had those, Alyce, Hunter, Sky, and myself. We could also used a member of Alyce's coven, or Diarmuid, her nephew.
"So what's the problem?"
"If you do the spell with us, it'll be strong enough to work. But it's draining, and it's dangerous. And if it's performed wrong, if all the witches aren't prepared, it can be fatal," he said grimly.
I thought about it. I knew that my strength would be needed, but the idea of it frightened me. All the other witches knew so much more than me, so much better trained. What if I wasn't ready? Could I die?
"The Council says you're necessary. They want me to persuade you to do it. But I don't want to get hurt, or killed. I'm leaving it up to you."
I glanced at him in suprise. He usually would to try to convince me otherwise, no matter how stubborn I was. His green eyes were somber. I realized he must be as torn about this as I was. I wanted to destroy the dark wave, but I didn't want to die.
"I'll think about it," I said finally, "I should go. My parent's will worry."
"Alright," he agreed and walked me to the door. When I was about to leave he caught my hand, and leaned over and kissed me softly.
"Don't decide too fast. I'm not ready to lose you," he said.
I was touched by his concern. "I will, I promise."
With that I walked about to Das Boot, completely lost.
Within the next two days, it was as if a shadow slowly moved over Widow's Vale. Things slowly became cold, damp, and dark. There were accidents, and mysterious happens. My mind was sailing, confused. I didn't know if I could do it. But if I didn't, we would all be dead. Hunter told me time was running out. I knew he was right, but could I do it? I've risked my life before, but........... The spell wasn't ready yet, but it would be soon. I had to make my desicion quickly. If it really was a desicion. I knew I had to do it, even though I hadn't officially told Hunter my desicion. I simply didn't feel ready.
On Friday morning, Hunter called me over to his house before school.
"Ciaran's coming to town," he said, as soon as I entered.
I gasped. Oh, Goddess, I thought, dimly. Oh, Goddess. Last time I'd seem Ciaran, he'd tempted me with dark magick. I had nearly killed Hunter.
"Do you know when?" I asked, my voice suprisingly calm.
"No," he admitted, "but it's going to be soon. Before the dark wave hits. We're pretty sure that they know we've found the spell. He's probably going to try and prevent it from being performed."
Did that mean he was going to kill me? More likely Hunter. He'd tried once before. Oh, Goddess.
"I'll do it," i said before I thought, "I'll do the spell."
"You're not ready," he argued.
"We have to. There's no other choice," I said, regaining my old stubbornness.
He knew that it'd be pointless to argue with me. It was my final resolve. I just wasn't ready. But I'd make myself ready. I would try anyway.
"I'll call you when it's ready," he said finally.
"Okay."
He again walked to the door, then stopped me before we left.
"Don't do this."
"I have to."
I turned and left, before he could say anything else.
An hour later, a voice rang in my mind.
Come, said Ciaran, Come to the woods. To save your home.
I drove the the edge of the woods by the power sink. I knew I had to. Hunter would kill me for doing this, but Ciaran may have information, and I needed to get it. I knew he'd try to kill me, or try to get my to join Amyranth. But I wasn't going to do either.
I knew Ciaran's true name. He couldn't touch me. The only thing he could to do me, was talk. I willed myself not to be afraid as I walked through the dark forest, nearing the power sink.
"Hello, daughter," said a voice from behind me.
I am so stupid, I thought as I turned.
*Okay, the rest of the Ciaran conversation is rather unimportant. So that's why the first chapter started out with him trying to persuade her to join Amyranth. You get it, I hopeā¦. *
