Author's Note~ my Internet use is slowly deteriorating. So if I don't update for a while it's because of my Damn Internet service! HEHE! _____________________________________________________________________

We dove through drawers and papers searching for the paper that contained Justine's true name. Drawer after drawer each one proved to be more and more disappointing. I threw up my hands frustrated, "It's hopeless! For all we know that piece of paper could be somewhere in Canada!"

Hunter scratched his head again, "That's a possibility."

All he did was scratch his head. Scratch, scratch, and scratch some more. I decided to speak up, "I've got an idea. Why don't you stop scratching your head and start scratching somewhere else? Maybe your brain has sunk below your waste."

He looked down, "No, love. don't think it's there." He came up to me and pulled me close. I started laughing then he started to laugh too. Our laughter filled the house. I laid my head on his shoulder. We were in his bedroom. Staring down at me he started to lay soft kisses on my face. Then he made it down to my lips.

Rational thought was left on the floor along with Hunter's shirt. We fell onto the bed. I didn't take anything off. A sudden cough made me pull away, "Hunter. not now. Your dad's in the room right next to us."

I felt his reluctance to pull away. A groan came out of his flushed lips, "If only I could have you alone for 24 hours." He grabbed his shirt and threw it back on. I brushed my fingers through my hair. Then I rushed over to fix his. It was blonde and soft. I pulled my hand away from temptation.

"Someday we'll have a house of our own. Then we won't have to worry about interruptions." I replied softly as I straightened out my black blouse.

We got out of Hunter's room before his dad woke completely. Hunter took a deep breath, "I don't think remembrance is going to work. I think Justine erased her true name from my head."

"What makes you think that?" I questioned uncertainly.

He snickered, "you know me. I don't just forget things. I memorized herbs and stones and spells with no problem and they're all still up here." He pointed at his head for indication.

My head shook, "She really knows what she is doing."

A nod came from Hunter, "She does."

For a few seconds we sat in silent concentration. I primarily concentrated on how screwed we were. I'm powerful but not initiated like Justine. Why me? I asked myself. My life had become so complicated after I found Wicca. My parents did not approve, school had taken the back seat in my life, and Dark Witches have been after me. Wicca was supposed to be this beautiful thing. But for me it was a battle. So many Witches were able to enjoy Wicca and magick. It made me jealous.

Hunter gave me a compassionate look, "what are you thinking about Morgan?"

Chances were he already knew. He had this habit of picking up on my feelings. I closed my eyes, "I'm thinking about how I'm missing out on all the beauty of Wicca. Here I am. a powerful uninitiated blood witch and I'm too busy fighting dark magick to enjoy my religion."

"Morgan, I know it's been tough for you but you've been doing great! Someday you'll be able to enjoy the magick flowing through you. Hopefully I'll be there to enjoy it with you. It won't always be so dark, I promise." Hunter embraced me.

I believed him, "Thanks for the boost. How are we going to handle this Justine problem? Any ideas whatsoever?" I hoped he had some answers because I sure the hell didn't!

He leaned against me, "I'm not sure yet. I'm guessing you don't have any ideas either."

"None." I answered sadly. Again I found myself thinking about how screwed we were. We sat there pathetically with moping looks on our faces.

Mr. Niall walked down the stairs and peaked over at us. We were just staring into space. thinking. He lifted his eyebrow, "What's wrong with you two?"

Hunter let out a little puff of air, "Justine Courceau. That's what's wrong."

Mr. Niall's eyes got large, "What? Where?"

"She's in Widows Vale. She's here to destroy me. Thus she is destroying Hunter's life." I explained dazedly.

"Hunter has her true name. She should not be a problem." Mr. Niall stated self confidently.

Snickering, Hunter corrected him, "Not exactly. The paper you scribbled it on is missing and she's erased it from my memory." Then Hunter's face lit up with hope towards his father, "You don't happen to remember it, do you?"

Mr. Niall paused for a moment. A frown formed on his face, "I did remember it. but not anymore." He pulled up a seat on an old recliner. Now, three of us sat there. Hunter and his father trying to remember Justine's true name and I trying to come up with a back- up plan. Three pathetic looking blood witches sitting in a typical American living room. Classic.

"I've got an idea!" I began, "When Justine shows herself in cat form next time, I'll somehow paralyze her and take her over here!"

Hunter shook his head; "No. she'll outwit you in some way with that plan."

I quickly plotted another one; "Maybe I can try to plant a watch sigil on her."

He gave me a stare of uncertainty, "um."

"Hunter, you know I'm capable of it. I've planted one on my own evil father for Goddesses sake!" I responded defensively.

"It's all we've got so we'll give it a try." Hunter kissed my head and I sank into the couch delighted to have come up with something. I would plant a watch sigil on Justine. I had to.