Author's notes: I see that my threats worked *muahahahahah* However, I think my English teacher would frown upon my technique of blackmailing the audience. Honestly, I love the reviews; keep 'em coming! Actually I meant to have Morgan and Hunter make up (or out… lol) in the last chapter, but Hunter pissed me off so I had Morgan get angry. I can't help it, writing as Hunter is hard… guys are just too difficult (both to write and to draw… or even to try to deal with). Well, except for my RPG character who is an 80 year old man… he's so stubborn, and is constantly hitting people with his cane. I love him ^_^ Okay… back to the story, I'll try to add some excitement in this part.

Athar tells me that we fight like an old married couple. Morgan and I are but two parts of one soul, this shouldn't be happening like this. She rages like the Morrigán, and even scorched my door after leaving… why is this happening? Where did all of this anger come from? I think something is weighing heavily on both of us, but what is it?

Gíomanach

I rested my head against the steering wheel and began to cry upon pulling to the side of the road. Why had I done that? Hadn't part of the reason that I went to his house been to make up? I thought about how angry his usually gentle eyes had been and banged my head against the steering wheel, ignoring the dull pain on my forehead. Finally I lifted my head and pulled back into gear. Despite the fact that I needed to go home, I set out in the opposite direction feeling that the open road was the best cure for my aching heart.

The road spanned in front of me and I continued down it, letting it take me where it would. Finally I parked Das Boot, feeling that I had reached my destination. The power sink… I was at the old Methodist graveyard that we had gone to for Samhain. I got out of Das Boot and stepped into the cold air, the wind chilling me while I searched for my coat. Damnation! I had left it at Hunter's when I left in a hurry. In a book that I read, the priestesses of the old religion (Druids) often fasted and trained themselves to ignore hunger and cold through mental discipline. I remembered the circle that I had done out here barefoot in the cold snow and how I didn't even notice the temperature until I came back down. I could do that too, I concentrated on defying my body's need for warmth--

I silenced my thoughts… I had heard something, though I wasn't entirely sure what it was. My witchy senses perked up, and I knew that there had been something. I felt as if I was being pulled back into the woods. My feet seemed to take on a mind of their own and I walked through the cemetery and back into parts of the woods that I hadn't visited, even when I had turned into a wolf with Ciaran. However, I wasn't scared… I knew that I was being pulled back there for a reason and felt oddly comforted, despite all of Hunter's worries about something near the power sink.

Just within my view I saw a cottage, and remembered Mary K. telling me that someone had bought a house back here. It seemed that this was where I was meant to go and I continued walking toward the house, then I noticed a gold explorer much like the one that I assumed was Jaycee's mom's. My hand grasped the doorknob when I made my way up the porch and I opened the door. How strange that someone would just leave their house unlocked.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as I stepped partially in the door. The main room wasn't even furnished save for a few boxes, and the ground was covered in dust and dirt, with spider webs on the windows and ceilings. That's when I heard the noise that had brought me here in the first place… a girl's scream. I listened carefully to see if she needed my help, that's when I heard the other noise… a creaking, like the sound of floorboards, or a squeaky door… or mattress springs. My face turned bright red, thinking of what I had probably just overheard.

I turned around to leave and in the corner of my eye I saw a flash of light and then felt as if the wind had been knocked out of me. Afraid to turn around I ran, leaving the door open in my flight. The trees passed by me as I ran, my breathing in gasps. The sun had been setting as I made my way to the house and now it was quite dark, shadows cast forms as if to scare off any unwanted visitors. I turned and ran toward my car and as I passed the tree where I had turned I saw a wolf. The strong and ferocious creature growled at me baring his white teeth and then he seemed to lose interest in me and ran in the direction of the house.

Scared, I ran back to my car and with shaky hands I started it up again. My hands clenched the steering wheel, cutting off the circulation to my fingers and causing them to turn white. The distance to my house became shorter and shorter as the road sped behind me. I pushed what had happened from my mind, though I considered telling Hunter what had happened. I angrily pushed that thought from my mind as well, knowing that if I told him he'd only hold my walking to the house against me… and use it to prove that he was right about me needing protection.

I sped toward my house and finally reached it within ten minutes. The house was dark except for the kitchen and I wandered in there to see what was going on. I found my mom stirring a beef stew when I came in. Without looking at me she asked, "Isn't it a little late to be coming home on a school night?" I stifled a giggle, thinking that she had sensed me, just like a witch would have been able to. Then she turned to me. "Where's your sister?"

"She's not here?" I asked surprised. "I dropped her off at home before leaving with Bree. Did she leave a note?"

Mom shook her head. "It's not like her to just take off like that."

She was right… the only time that she had left without leaving a note or calling someone first was when she had been kidnapped by Selene. A chill ran down my spine as I recalled the painful memory of seeing Cal be killed, the soul being sucked from his body. I was suddenly afraid for my sister. "I'll call and see if she's at Jaycee's house."

I looked at the answering machine before calling: there were no new messages. I dialed Jaycee's number and listened while it rang a few times. Finally Jaycee's voice answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Jaycee… this is Morgan. Is Mary K. with you?"

"No, why is she missing?" Jaycee's voice sounded worried.

"Um…" I thought about whether I should scare her with the truth or not, when I heard the door open. "No, that's probably her right now. Thanks Jaycee." I hung up the phone and walked into the living room.

I caught her walking up the stairs, her clothing wrinkled and trying to smooth down her hair. I frowned knowing that she hadn't gone to school looking like that.

A little later we were all in the kitchen eating dinner. My mom frowned, "What was so important that you left without leaving a note or a message."

Mary K. looked nervous about her question for a second before answering eloquently. "I went to the library with Alisa so that we could work on our French." She shrugged. "I thought I had left a note, but I guess I had forgotten it. I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to worry you like that."

Mom's frown melted with what seemed like sincere regret from Mary K. "Just try to remember in the future; you really scared me."

"I'll be careful to leave a message next time." Dad looked up at my mom with a look that seemed to ask 'Why were you so easy on her?' But then he looked up at Mary K's serene smiling face and returned to looking at his plate without arguing.

The kitchen felt odd, I didn't know how to describe it, and Mary K. was making me feel uncomfortable. "I'm finished," I said picking up my plate to scrape it off. My parents frowned at my waste off food, and the fact that I was leaving then so early. "I had a big lunch today," was my feeble reply to their expressions. I quickly scraped off my plate and soaked it to get away from there as soon as possible.

My feet quickly scrambled up the stairs to my room, despite my efforts to remain cool and calm. Upon closing my door behind me, I leaned against it breathing deeply. What is wrong with me? I felt weak and shaky as I stood there leaning on the door, as if my energy was being drained from me. A flash before my eyes and I was transported back to the events from earlier: the house in the back of the woods, walking in and then the flash that knocked the wind out of me… and that wolf, something in it's eyes reflected more just animal instinct. A flash and I was back in my room, gasping for air as I was sitting in front of my door.

After a minute I crawled to my bed and grabbed my textbooks and note books to finish with my homework and studying, relieved to get to it after how much had ignored in light of the recent events.

I must have dozed off because I awoke at 1:30, my stomach growling in complaint at how little I had eaten of my dinner. Half-asleep I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a poptart and milk and then set back up to my room. As I passed Mary K.'s room, I noticed that the door was opened slightly. I paused, listening for her deep breathing of sleep, and upon not hearing it I peeked in.

Mary K. was gone.

*Author's stuff… or whatever* Sorry this took so long to get out… I've been lazy. So sue me. More cookies and reviews please. *Grabs Hunter* Review or the bunny gets it! (Sorry, inside Banishing Board joke)