A/n: Okay again I apologise for the lack of updating, but I have quite a few fics on the go at the minute so I'm taking my time, plus, I like waiting till I get reviews, that way I know people are wanting me to update faster, and then I'll feel obliged.

Four years later.

I've lost her now, she's not my sister anymore, she is our father's creation. So now I'm 19 almost 20 and I'm leaving home. I'm getting away from here, I failed my sister and she makes me remember it everyday. If there was anyway to bring her back from the darkness I would go to the ends of the earth to do it, I've looked for answers and there's no magickal way to do it, I've even tried having a brother sister heart to heart and it didn't work, I have the scars to prove it.

Killian.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Killian turned to see his little sister standing at his bedroom doorway as he was packing the last of his things, she had her hair tied back and wore no make up and was in her red silk dressing gown.

"Moving out" he replied, "A friend has an apartment, and he wants a flatmate," "Are you leaving New York?" she asked, Killian shook his head, "Not that you really care but no, I'm not,"

Truth was, Killian didn't want to leave town completely, he still wanted to be nearby to keep an eye out on his sister, he was there for her even if she didn't want him.

"Does Da know your leaving?" she asked, again he nodded and carried on packing, "Yes, not like he really cared either," "Well who would" Morgan said shrugging,

"What are you really doing here Morgan? Just come to give me my daily terrorism?" Morgan just smiled.

"Speaking of terrorism, here's Da now," Their father Ciaran MacEwan appeared in the doorway besides Morgan "You all packed up yet Killian?" he asked, "I am now" he said, "Good, your friend is in a van outside waiting for you," he said then left, giving Morgan a quick fatherly kiss on the forehead.

"Who's your friend Killian?" Morgan asked, "Luke Wright, the base player, remember him? You set his base on fire? While he was playing it" Morgan nodded and smiled, "Ah yeah, good times," "Sure" Killian muttered, he pulled his duffel over his shoulder and picked up two of his boxes,

"Little help?" Killian asked Morgan, she just smiled and slowly walked away arms folded, clearly stated she wasn't going help. Killian rolled his eyes and carried his stuff down to the van.

"Killian!" Luke climbed out of his van. Luke wasn't a witch, which was fine with Killian, the less witch friends he had the better, Luke had started a band with their other friends Mikey Dodds and Kevin Brewster, Killian was their drum player.

"Need a hand with the rest of your stuff?" Luke asked, Killian looked up an the house, wondering if he dared invite Luke in, he considered the possibilities of what Morgan would do, but decided it would be safe.

"Sure, okay, I just need help with the bed and the last few boxes," "Cool,"

They went up the walk to fetch the remainder of his possessions, "Dude is your sister home?" Luke asked, "She's hot," although he was petrified of Killian's sister after the fire incident (although he is still not sure of how she set fire to his base while he was playing it on a stage at an under 18's talent show) he found her incredibly attractive.

Since crossing over to the dark side, Morgan had changed her look she had grown her hair long and died it black, and dressed like a gothic whore, much to their father's dismay.

When they reached his old room, Morgan was in there sitting on his bed, she was now dressed, had her hair down with added blue highlights since this morning which was clearly the help of her powers, her daily ensemble (strange as ever) sported a tight dark blue boob tube that ended just above a tattoo of a ring of thorns around her bellybutton, with a black lace tank top over it (which is so totally see through so luckily there was the boob tube), she wore black hot pants and wore heavy biker boots that went to her knee.

"Hey, Morgan" Luke said awkwardly, "Lukey baby" she grinned, "Morgan get out or help us" "How dare you speak to me like that?" Morgan demanded standing up.

"Morgan don't bother, no matter how much you say you hate me there's a part of you that will never hurt me, and won't ever want to, because unlike Da somewhere in there you have a soul," "Do you want to risk that chance?" she said becoming face to face with her brother. For a second Killian looked scared and feared that she might actually do it, but he knew Morgan was just messing with his head, the way she always did.

Suddenly Morgan laughed, and turned to leave the room, "By the way Morgan," Killian called after her, she turned around, "Happy birthday" he threw her a card attached to a gift wrapped box. He had bought her a silver athame he knew she had an eye on.

She caught it and looked at it a moment without opening it, and then looked back at her brother, "Killian the greatest gift your giving me is moving out" she said then she left the room with the present.

"Dude that chicks a psycho, she had a knife sticking out of her boot" Killian rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it, she never used to be" he sighed, "What changed?" Luke asked, "Don't ask"

Finally after half an hour later he packed all his things in the back of the van and they drove of to their new apartment.