Author's Note~ Have you solved it yet? Who is this Witch that is using dark
magick against Morgan and Hunter? Anyways. I don't know how many chapters
I'm going to carry this on. Hopefully, enough, hehe. Thanks for all your
support so far. it has helped keep me going.
The washer swished as my purple t-shirt circulated. Hunter had lent me one of his extra huge shirts and it smelt like him. I sat on his couch drinking tea as I did so many times. My eyes focused on the steady fire of a candle that sat on the coffee table. Let me see. I thought wishfully.
I watched the flame flicker but nothing came. Hunter sat down beside me, "I've tried that already. Don't waste your energy. This person is taking care to cover their tracks."
"Apparently." I said to my cup as I took another sip of my warmed tea. Then I set it down. I was still a little shaken after the whole bloody aching episode. Hunter set his tea down beside mine.
He put his manly arm around me and I felt more security. "Don't worry Morgan. I'll figure out who's behind all this and then I'll kick their ass!"
I stared up at him and smiled, "Got to love that manly testosterone. Do me a favor?"
"What's that?" he asked staring down at me.
"Leave me some ass to kick." I grinned and he laughed laying his soft cheek against my forehead.
"One second. be right back." He got up and walked up the stairs. I had no clue what he was up to.
When he came back down he had a huge smile on his face, "My dad's deeply asleep."
I gave him a strange stare; "you know I don't feel comfortable doing certain things when your dad is in the house."
"I know but that's not what I'm talking about." Hunter's eyebrows rose and he moved towards me. How could I resist his English charm? He sat down and started to kiss me. This time I was certain that there would be no interruptions. For a while we laid on the couch kissing and then the make out fest moved to the floor. We accidentally rolled off of the couch; Hunter's back hit the floor with a BANG. That didn't stop us though.
Then I heard a loud yawn and pulled away, "Hunter.I think your dad's awake."
Quickly I got to my feet and brushed my fingers through my hair. Hunter stood straightening out his clothes. Then we took a seat on the couch and started drinking our tea again. A minute later Mr. Niall stumbled tiredly down the stairs.
He gave me a funny look, "Why are you wearing Hunter's shirt?" He made it sound like we had. yah. done that. Hunter started to explain the whole incident in the car leaving out the fact that we were making out. Mr. Niall listened in complete silence.
"This person is very persistent." Mr. Niall observed, "This person knows the dark side quite well I'm guessing. I doubt we'll find out who this person is until your stalker wants you to know."
The washer pinged and Hunter rose to put my shirt in the drier. Mr. Niall and I sat there in complete silence. I wondered if he still had some form of doubt in my intentions. He thought I was like my father. I gained some of his trust through betraying my father but I felt as thought he didn't completely trust me.
"So. how you felling?" he asked without looking at me.
"I feel a lot better now, thank you for asking." I answered and that ended the conversation.
Hunter came back saying, "it's not coming out. stupid laundry detergent."
I laughed, "It's fine Hunter. I just tell my parents that my shirt got caught on something and ripped and that you were kind enough to lend me one of yours. No big deal. What time is it?"
"It's five thirty four." Hunter sighed.
I got up and said, "Well. I've got to get going. I'm beat."
"I'll follow you home" Hunter started to get up but my voice stopped him.
"No it's okay. I'll sent you a witch message if something happens." I looked deep into his eyes giving him a reassuring nod.
He walked past me; "I'm at least walking you to your car."
I smirked, "That's fine."
We walked side by side to Das Boot and then Hunter inspected it. Making sure there were no curses. Then we did a layer of protection spells and I was free to go home. "Be careful!" Hunter yelled as I pulled out of the driveway. I gave him a smile and drove off.
When I got on the road where the red truck had first appeared, I checked my rear view mirror. No red truck. I looked at the road ahead of me and saw the white cat several feet ahead of me. I cast my senses only to prove myself right. The cat stared at me mockingly. It taunted me. Now I was only two feet away from it and my mind was made up. I pushed the pedal to the floor laughing wickedly, "DIE!"
It darted out of the way just in time. I started to slow down in disappointment. The stalker disappeared from sight. I had no more interruptions on my way home. When I walked through the door I passed my family whom sat in the living room and went to my room. Sleep sounded like the best cure after I changed into some nice pajama pants.
The washer swished as my purple t-shirt circulated. Hunter had lent me one of his extra huge shirts and it smelt like him. I sat on his couch drinking tea as I did so many times. My eyes focused on the steady fire of a candle that sat on the coffee table. Let me see. I thought wishfully.
I watched the flame flicker but nothing came. Hunter sat down beside me, "I've tried that already. Don't waste your energy. This person is taking care to cover their tracks."
"Apparently." I said to my cup as I took another sip of my warmed tea. Then I set it down. I was still a little shaken after the whole bloody aching episode. Hunter set his tea down beside mine.
He put his manly arm around me and I felt more security. "Don't worry Morgan. I'll figure out who's behind all this and then I'll kick their ass!"
I stared up at him and smiled, "Got to love that manly testosterone. Do me a favor?"
"What's that?" he asked staring down at me.
"Leave me some ass to kick." I grinned and he laughed laying his soft cheek against my forehead.
"One second. be right back." He got up and walked up the stairs. I had no clue what he was up to.
When he came back down he had a huge smile on his face, "My dad's deeply asleep."
I gave him a strange stare; "you know I don't feel comfortable doing certain things when your dad is in the house."
"I know but that's not what I'm talking about." Hunter's eyebrows rose and he moved towards me. How could I resist his English charm? He sat down and started to kiss me. This time I was certain that there would be no interruptions. For a while we laid on the couch kissing and then the make out fest moved to the floor. We accidentally rolled off of the couch; Hunter's back hit the floor with a BANG. That didn't stop us though.
Then I heard a loud yawn and pulled away, "Hunter.I think your dad's awake."
Quickly I got to my feet and brushed my fingers through my hair. Hunter stood straightening out his clothes. Then we took a seat on the couch and started drinking our tea again. A minute later Mr. Niall stumbled tiredly down the stairs.
He gave me a funny look, "Why are you wearing Hunter's shirt?" He made it sound like we had. yah. done that. Hunter started to explain the whole incident in the car leaving out the fact that we were making out. Mr. Niall listened in complete silence.
"This person is very persistent." Mr. Niall observed, "This person knows the dark side quite well I'm guessing. I doubt we'll find out who this person is until your stalker wants you to know."
The washer pinged and Hunter rose to put my shirt in the drier. Mr. Niall and I sat there in complete silence. I wondered if he still had some form of doubt in my intentions. He thought I was like my father. I gained some of his trust through betraying my father but I felt as thought he didn't completely trust me.
"So. how you felling?" he asked without looking at me.
"I feel a lot better now, thank you for asking." I answered and that ended the conversation.
Hunter came back saying, "it's not coming out. stupid laundry detergent."
I laughed, "It's fine Hunter. I just tell my parents that my shirt got caught on something and ripped and that you were kind enough to lend me one of yours. No big deal. What time is it?"
"It's five thirty four." Hunter sighed.
I got up and said, "Well. I've got to get going. I'm beat."
"I'll follow you home" Hunter started to get up but my voice stopped him.
"No it's okay. I'll sent you a witch message if something happens." I looked deep into his eyes giving him a reassuring nod.
He walked past me; "I'm at least walking you to your car."
I smirked, "That's fine."
We walked side by side to Das Boot and then Hunter inspected it. Making sure there were no curses. Then we did a layer of protection spells and I was free to go home. "Be careful!" Hunter yelled as I pulled out of the driveway. I gave him a smile and drove off.
When I got on the road where the red truck had first appeared, I checked my rear view mirror. No red truck. I looked at the road ahead of me and saw the white cat several feet ahead of me. I cast my senses only to prove myself right. The cat stared at me mockingly. It taunted me. Now I was only two feet away from it and my mind was made up. I pushed the pedal to the floor laughing wickedly, "DIE!"
It darted out of the way just in time. I started to slow down in disappointment. The stalker disappeared from sight. I had no more interruptions on my way home. When I walked through the door I passed my family whom sat in the living room and went to my room. Sleep sounded like the best cure after I changed into some nice pajama pants.
