Disclaimer: I don't own sweep. I never have, never will.



I know who you are. I know what you're trying to do. It won't work. I won't let you win.

Run, because I'm coming to get you.



"Morgan?" Hunter called from the kitchen, his voice edged with alarm. "Come here quickly. Look at this." As Morgan entered the room, Hunter turned and held up a piece of paper.

"What is it?" Morgan asked.

"It's, well, here just look at it. I think I know who it's from though. Well, I don't know WHO it's from, but I'm not clueless." Hunter said, as Morgan read the short note.

"Goddess Hunter. What does it mean? I know what you're trying to do?" Morgan looked up at Hunter questioningly.

"I've been feeling a presence following me. It's been there for about five days, following me. It hasn't seemed to be harmful, yet anyway. But that's why I sent Sam away. I would send you away too, but I think I'll be needing your help." He said, reading the note again.

"Do you think it's Amaranth?" Morgan asked, a look of horror crossing her face. "So soon?"

"I doubt it. It's a new evil most defiantly. Amaranth doesn't work like this. And this seems to be one person, not a coven." Hunter said, looking up from the page.

"I have to call the council. This is important. Maybe I should call a meeting with all the coven leaders and local council officials…" Hunter trailed off, heading for the phone.

Turning back, as if for an after thought, he said to Morgan, "We have a LOT of work to do. Go get your books. You'll need all the knowledge you can muster."





Author's note: Yes, I know, it was a VERY short chapter, but doesn't it explain a lot? Review! I'm getting lonely. ::Pouts:: And I like it when you guys give me new ideas!