****Slight change of plans. Actually a big change of plans. I've sort of changed the plot. Although it's part of the Fic that wasn't up yet, so you won't notice. There's still a big surprise in the works, just not the same one. HEHE, I'm going to get flamed for what's in the works.!!! Please no blows in the stomach, Lilith already kicked my ass, pardon my french. I guess she took my Cal Lover comment the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment, honest!! (hehe, yeah RIGHT.) Honestly, I don't think Lilith would mind if I told you that she has a shrine to Cal in the back of her closet. She's a sick, sick little girl.
BTW, in one or two Chapters the thing I know you ALL have been waiting for is going to happen!!!! I'm keeping the secret for now *evil grin* but you're going to have to literally get someone to LIFT your jaws of the floor when I'm done.. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
***Ducks as copies are Dark Magick are chucked at her*
Lilith: You %***#$!!!!!!!
Kali: Now THAT was uncalled for!!!!
Lilith: I do NOT have a shrine to Cal in my room!!!
Kali: Suuuuurrre, Lilith, and Britney Spear's boobs are real.
Lilt: You better take that back right now!!!!
Kali: HEY!!! I have a right to! You tried to send me to AA. Then you tried to send me to the crazy house.
Lilith: You need it!
Kali: NOT SO!!! You're just jealous cause the voices of the dead flamingos talk to ME and not YOU!!!
**a blood curling scream pierces the air as men holding straight jackets run towards Kali***
Kali: Everyone, run for your lives!!!!!!!!!! They're coming to take me away!!!!*******
I forgave her. It was probably stupid of me, I know. But when she looked at me, her dark eyes full of pain.....well, what else could I do?
-Giomanach
My body went completely numb. After a moment I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it uncomprehendingly. The only word that went through my mind was: What?
"Morgan?" asked Hunter from behind me, uncertainly, "What's wrong?"
I really wasn't even hearing him. Ciaran? Dead? Why? How? When?
I lifted the phone back up to my ear. "W-what happened?" my voice shook. I wasn't sure exactly what to feel. Relieved, depressed, upset? I certainly didn't feel any grief.
"We don't know. There wasn't really any reason for his death. Could've been dark magick. He died last night. Are you all right, little sister?" he asked, his voice suprisingly gentle. I realized that Killian probably didn't have any grief over Ciaran's death either. He had never been much of a father to him, or any other of his children, for that matter.
"I-I'm fine," I lied, "Is there going to be a funeral service?" If there was, I doubted I'd go.
"Morgan, what's going on?" asked Hunter again.
Killian gave a short laugh, completely humorless. "I doubt anyone would really want to go, now would they? He'll be buried though. I don't think you should be there. Nobody really knows about you."
"No, of course not," my voice was incredibly calm, "I'll stay here."
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, "I could come down if you want."
"No!" I said, more voice a little bit louder than I had expected. Considering the problems Killian had caused since we first met him, I didn't want him near the members of Kithic again. Any of them.
He laughed again, mirthlessly. "All right, I can tell when I'm not wanted. I'll speak to you later." He hung up without another word. When I'd put the phone down again, I turned to face Hunter.
"What's going on?" he sounded upset now. Which probably made sense since I was simply standing there stupidly, my eyes wide.
"Ciaran died." Still shocked, I went to go sit down again.
"What?! What happened?" he asked, the surprise evident in his voice.
"I don't know. Killian just said he died, last night. There's no funeral service. I just don't understand." I felt completely numb.
Hunter reached out and grabbed my hand. "Come on. I'll drive you home."
Still numb, I gave Hunter the keys to Das Boot and he drove me back, in silence. I still was so confused. How could he have died?
When we reached my driveway, there was a warm light glowing the living room. He turned off the engine. "Why do you think he died?" I asked him.
He sighed. "Ciaran completely devoted himself to darkness and the dark wave. It was the biggest part of him, probably what was dearest to him. He was connected to it. His whole life was connected to it, his blood. And the dark wave was mainly created by him, like a child, but really closer to a brother, part of him. When the dark wave was destroyed, it simply took him with it."
I shuddered, it was just too horrible. How could he possibly do that? Then again, I'd been extremely close to going down the same path.
Hunter leaned closer and kissed my forehead. "You should go inside now. I'm going to go contact the council."
"Alright," I said, opening my car door.
"I'll drive your car home tomorrow. And Morgan?"
"Yeah?" I felt so exhausted, suddenly.
"Everything's going to be alright."
I smiled, not even bothering to tell him it wasn't true. "Thanks."
And so, I went inside, curled up with Dagda, and just stared at the ceiling. The only thing I could think was: I killed my father.
******OKAY, I say, 5 shots for members of Banishing. I couldn't resist adding one "I've got to call the council" and a Morgan Moment. I know, I'm weak. Anyways, I'm thinking I should change the journal entries to someone elses.......but I don't know who. Any suggestions? Alright, you know what to do now. RRD (READ AND REVIEW DAMMIT!!!) And when you're done with that, Send a virus to Michelle!!!!!!!! J/K J/K Don't hurt me!!!!!!!!! Anyways just so you know. Now that Strife is how, this is sort of like a reverse plot. Like what COULD have happened, even though we know this isn't how things are REALLY going in sweep. Some of the things I wrote in here are similar to some of the things happening in the series, but you know, take what happened after Changeling, and this is my view of what could've happened instead. *************
BTW, in one or two Chapters the thing I know you ALL have been waiting for is going to happen!!!! I'm keeping the secret for now *evil grin* but you're going to have to literally get someone to LIFT your jaws of the floor when I'm done.. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
***Ducks as copies are Dark Magick are chucked at her*
Lilith: You %***#$!!!!!!!
Kali: Now THAT was uncalled for!!!!
Lilith: I do NOT have a shrine to Cal in my room!!!
Kali: Suuuuurrre, Lilith, and Britney Spear's boobs are real.
Lilt: You better take that back right now!!!!
Kali: HEY!!! I have a right to! You tried to send me to AA. Then you tried to send me to the crazy house.
Lilith: You need it!
Kali: NOT SO!!! You're just jealous cause the voices of the dead flamingos talk to ME and not YOU!!!
**a blood curling scream pierces the air as men holding straight jackets run towards Kali***
Kali: Everyone, run for your lives!!!!!!!!!! They're coming to take me away!!!!*******
I forgave her. It was probably stupid of me, I know. But when she looked at me, her dark eyes full of pain.....well, what else could I do?
-Giomanach
My body went completely numb. After a moment I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it uncomprehendingly. The only word that went through my mind was: What?
"Morgan?" asked Hunter from behind me, uncertainly, "What's wrong?"
I really wasn't even hearing him. Ciaran? Dead? Why? How? When?
I lifted the phone back up to my ear. "W-what happened?" my voice shook. I wasn't sure exactly what to feel. Relieved, depressed, upset? I certainly didn't feel any grief.
"We don't know. There wasn't really any reason for his death. Could've been dark magick. He died last night. Are you all right, little sister?" he asked, his voice suprisingly gentle. I realized that Killian probably didn't have any grief over Ciaran's death either. He had never been much of a father to him, or any other of his children, for that matter.
"I-I'm fine," I lied, "Is there going to be a funeral service?" If there was, I doubted I'd go.
"Morgan, what's going on?" asked Hunter again.
Killian gave a short laugh, completely humorless. "I doubt anyone would really want to go, now would they? He'll be buried though. I don't think you should be there. Nobody really knows about you."
"No, of course not," my voice was incredibly calm, "I'll stay here."
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, "I could come down if you want."
"No!" I said, more voice a little bit louder than I had expected. Considering the problems Killian had caused since we first met him, I didn't want him near the members of Kithic again. Any of them.
He laughed again, mirthlessly. "All right, I can tell when I'm not wanted. I'll speak to you later." He hung up without another word. When I'd put the phone down again, I turned to face Hunter.
"What's going on?" he sounded upset now. Which probably made sense since I was simply standing there stupidly, my eyes wide.
"Ciaran died." Still shocked, I went to go sit down again.
"What?! What happened?" he asked, the surprise evident in his voice.
"I don't know. Killian just said he died, last night. There's no funeral service. I just don't understand." I felt completely numb.
Hunter reached out and grabbed my hand. "Come on. I'll drive you home."
Still numb, I gave Hunter the keys to Das Boot and he drove me back, in silence. I still was so confused. How could he have died?
When we reached my driveway, there was a warm light glowing the living room. He turned off the engine. "Why do you think he died?" I asked him.
He sighed. "Ciaran completely devoted himself to darkness and the dark wave. It was the biggest part of him, probably what was dearest to him. He was connected to it. His whole life was connected to it, his blood. And the dark wave was mainly created by him, like a child, but really closer to a brother, part of him. When the dark wave was destroyed, it simply took him with it."
I shuddered, it was just too horrible. How could he possibly do that? Then again, I'd been extremely close to going down the same path.
Hunter leaned closer and kissed my forehead. "You should go inside now. I'm going to go contact the council."
"Alright," I said, opening my car door.
"I'll drive your car home tomorrow. And Morgan?"
"Yeah?" I felt so exhausted, suddenly.
"Everything's going to be alright."
I smiled, not even bothering to tell him it wasn't true. "Thanks."
And so, I went inside, curled up with Dagda, and just stared at the ceiling. The only thing I could think was: I killed my father.
******OKAY, I say, 5 shots for members of Banishing. I couldn't resist adding one "I've got to call the council" and a Morgan Moment. I know, I'm weak. Anyways, I'm thinking I should change the journal entries to someone elses.......but I don't know who. Any suggestions? Alright, you know what to do now. RRD (READ AND REVIEW DAMMIT!!!) And when you're done with that, Send a virus to Michelle!!!!!!!! J/K J/K Don't hurt me!!!!!!!!! Anyways just so you know. Now that Strife is how, this is sort of like a reverse plot. Like what COULD have happened, even though we know this isn't how things are REALLY going in sweep. Some of the things I wrote in here are similar to some of the things happening in the series, but you know, take what happened after Changeling, and this is my view of what could've happened instead. *************
