Family Reunion: What A Bitch



Chapter 1



By: Killing Frost


AAN: Oh my God...I am going to hurt someone. I am so pissed. FanFiction dot net deleted this story just because it had the word 'bitch' in the title. Grr... What a way to piss off an already pissed off user.


AN: Okay, I know this was posted under the pen name IceQueen, at first, who then changed into Kiana Darkk. Kiana Darkk still exists, this is just another pen name owned by me. I intend to start writing and updating more on this fic, so I'm reposting it. It has also been re-vamped.




Disclaimer: I do not own Sweep or any of the characters, settings, or... anything else. Except I own my characters, and the plot. Have fun reading!











~Past~ *Maeve's POV*



There it was! That noise again! God, I'd been hearing it every night for the past week! It was driving me mad! Mad, I tell you, simply insane! Every night it started up around eleven thirty, and ended near midnight. Then it would start up again around four in the morning, and end near four thirty.



The only thing directly above me was the third floor attic/bedroom. Well only half was a bedroom. My sister, Meriel, resided there. It was a wonderful room. I couldn't wait until she moved out, then it would be my room. However, that's not relevant. Anyway, the noise. I couldn't figure out what it was. I decided that tomorrow morning I would ask my sister directly.



Finally the quiet, insistent creaking stopped, and I was left in silence and stillness. Mother and Father had already long since been in bed. I usually would be too, but I'm a very light sleeper and even the slightest noise will disturb me. I felt my eyelids drooping, and finally sleep claimed me. My dreams were dark and intense, filled with images that I can no longer remember.



In the morning sunlight bore into my face, I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my face. God, I hated mornings! There was a light tap at my door, then someone entered, and I knew from her vibrations that it was Meriel.



I turned my head slightly to look at my sister-my dear sister who looked very like me, but was so opposite of me. I was calm and collected, Belwicket's heir, Mathair's successor, and everybody's "little princess." That's what Meriel always called me. She'd say, "How's Belwicket's little princess this fine, sunny day?" or "Aw, you mean the little princess couldn't figure it out?" The second only occurs when I try to use water magick or do spells relating to it. Water is dead to me, fire reigns supreme.



Meriel was wild and untameable, the village "Carmen." She was nobody's successor, nobody's heir despite the fact that she was my equal in strength. Our parents pretty much ignored her, except when they felt the need to point out another of her mistakes, and there was a long list of them. The village men called her a harlot, or a black widow depending on who was talking. Some just called her Meriel, those were the ones that would flirt and tease with her, the ones Meriel liked to play with.



We looked alike. We both had deep auburn hair, worn long, mine to my waist, hers to her knees. "Skin like snow," was my sister's favorite quote from Snow White. She said it described us. Whereas I had some freckles, she didn't. She really looked like snow.My eyes are green. Hers are neon blue. My father used to tell us our smiles would light up the room. My smile hasn't changed much, but Meriel's has. Where it used to be pure and golden, it was now filled with whatever emotion she manufactured, unless of course you managed to get a real smile, in which case it was filled with cynicism and doubt and ambition.



"Hey, breakfast is ready," Meriel says and sits down on my bed. She's already showered and dressed, done up to perfection, ready to make her mark on the world. I got up and started picking out clothes to wear today. Halfway through I remembered what I wanted to talk to Meriel about.



"Sis?"



"Hm?" Her eyes look far off as she gazes out my window at the tree-filled backyard.



I take a deep breath, gather up my courage, and take the plunge. "For the past few nights I've been hearing noises up in your room. It's hard for me to sleep. What's going on?"



"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you up. It's just that...well...I met a man."



She was sneaking out of the house to meet some guy? Oh Goddess, mother was going to have my head if she ever found out.


"What's his name?" I found myself asking. I admited, I was curious.



"...His name is..Aiden. Aiden Deorain.You know, the traveler." She told me hesitantly. Then with a giggle she began again. "Oh Maeve, he's amazing. I've never felt this way before, about anyone! He just..oh, he makes me feel like I could really do something with my life! Instead of just sitting here and rotting, all my power going to waste in this stupid village! I think I'm in love!"



She threw herself back on my bed, hands covering her blushing, smiling face. While I was left with my mouth hanging agape, in total shock. I literally thought I was going to pass out. Did she know anything about this man? Did she know that he was being observed closely by mother and the other coven members? Of course she didn't...She rarely came to circles with us, never spoke with mother or heard a word she was saying, and never worked magick with anyone but me.




This man, whether she admitted iÍ_ _»«t or not, was a stranger. An outsider. He was a potentially dangerous witch. Well, all witches are potentially dangerous, but this one even more so because we didn't know him.



After Meriel stopped blushing she got up, told me that I should hurry up, and left.



I went about my day like I always did, going to school, doing homework, practicing magick, and then going to bed. Tonight there were no noises, so I slept fine. When I woke up in the morning it was bright again outside. I heard talking, rapid, fast talking, in urgent, hushed voices. I got up immediately in only my nightgown and went out into the living room to see mother and father talking. They looked at me with wide eyes.


"

What's the matter?" I asked it without thinking. My moÿther looked away guiltily, my father stared at the floor, and both remained silent. "What's wrong??" I very nearly yelled. Finally someone answered. "Meriel..." My mother began. "Meriel what?! What did she do this time?!" They were always doing this! Making such a big deal of things! "Meriel's gone," My father finished quietly. "Gone? What do you mean she's gone?!"



My mother seemed to visibly collect herself, shake off her sadness, and looked straight at me. "We mean she took some clothes and left late last night. Covered her tracks real well." I did not believe it. They could not be telling me this. "Are you saying...?" I couldn't believe it. I simply couldn't. My father cleared his throat. Both us women looked at him expectantly. "Aiden O' Deorain left last night too."



I suddenly knew clear as day that my sister, my impulsive, impetuous, wild sibling, had run off with a man she barely knew. A man who was suspected of using dark magick.










AN: What did you think? I'll get the next chapter up as soon as I can. I'm working on it. It'll be good. Please, REVIEW! The reason I rewrote this story was because I think it's a great fic, but hardly anybody read it consistently.