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Author's note: Something occurred to me today. Why am I writing this? With the exception of anyone who knows me, there is no real reason to read this fan-fiction. I enjoy it, and I enjoy writing it, but if no one else enjoys it, what's the point? I can have this fan-fiction any time I want. And it isn't fair to write this, and expect people to read it, if it has no real reason for egsisting in the first place. My decision isn't based on the number of reviews, it's that I've read the other stories, mine just seems like a cheep, unorganised nock off of them. Don't misunderstand me, I enjoy writing this. But I think I will bring it to a close and take it down, because I don't think it serves a purpose to anyone anymore. If you disagree, I would be happy to continue, just review and tell me so, I just thought this would be nicer for everyone.
"EAMONN!" Came the crackling, hissing, call from the intercom across the room.
"Eamonn, I know you're up there. Come down NOW" Came another order in that clipped English accent.
With a grunt he pushed himself off the floor and headed down stairs.
"Haven't you found him YET" She asked him, a look of annoyance passing over her frozen, ravenous features. Sometimes he hated her.
"No, but I'm looking." Eamonn said quietly, looking away.
"Well, your LOOKING is costing us precious time and money. Wait, scratch that, it's costing ME precious time and money, and you know I don't like my time, OR my money squandered. Don't you Eamonn?" She hissed at him, her cold eyes boring holes into him.
"Yes, I know." Eamonn quietly agreed, he just wanted to be out, away, anywhere else.
"I'll get right on it Shea, I won't disapoint you." Eamonn said, looking strait into those dark, cold eyes. "Not again. Not ever again."
"I hope so. You ARE one of my favorites you know. It would be such a shame to LOOSE you Eamonn." She said, dismissing him with a cool flip of her hand.
Morgan arived at Hunter's house a little before eight, she wanted to be early to the meeting. But when she got there, she discovered she wasn't the only impatient person, about a dozen powerful witches had already gathered in the small house.
"Morgan!" Hunter called over the din as she stepped into the warm living room. "There's someone I want you to meet." Hunter said, taking Morgan's coat and hanging it on an open hook in the closet.
"This is Milo, he's a coven leader of Algiz, a coven from New York. He came all the way here to meet with us." He said as a man, maybe in his mid-thirties, with ashy red hair and blue eyes walked up.
"Hello Morgan, I've heard a lot about you." Milo said, extending his hand and smiling.
"Hi" Morgan said, returning the smile and the handshake.
"We really should probably get started hunter, now that Morgan's here." Milo said, turning to Hunter.
"yes, your right. Come, let's go into the back room."
Author's note: Something occurred to me today. Why am I writing this? With the exception of anyone who knows me, there is no real reason to read this fan-fiction. I enjoy it, and I enjoy writing it, but if no one else enjoys it, what's the point? I can have this fan-fiction any time I want. And it isn't fair to write this, and expect people to read it, if it has no real reason for egsisting in the first place. My decision isn't based on the number of reviews, it's that I've read the other stories, mine just seems like a cheep, unorganised nock off of them. Don't misunderstand me, I enjoy writing this. But I think I will bring it to a close and take it down, because I don't think it serves a purpose to anyone anymore. If you disagree, I would be happy to continue, just review and tell me so, I just thought this would be nicer for everyone.
"EAMONN!" Came the crackling, hissing, call from the intercom across the room.
"Eamonn, I know you're up there. Come down NOW" Came another order in that clipped English accent.
With a grunt he pushed himself off the floor and headed down stairs.
"Haven't you found him YET" She asked him, a look of annoyance passing over her frozen, ravenous features. Sometimes he hated her.
"No, but I'm looking." Eamonn said quietly, looking away.
"Well, your LOOKING is costing us precious time and money. Wait, scratch that, it's costing ME precious time and money, and you know I don't like my time, OR my money squandered. Don't you Eamonn?" She hissed at him, her cold eyes boring holes into him.
"Yes, I know." Eamonn quietly agreed, he just wanted to be out, away, anywhere else.
"I'll get right on it Shea, I won't disapoint you." Eamonn said, looking strait into those dark, cold eyes. "Not again. Not ever again."
"I hope so. You ARE one of my favorites you know. It would be such a shame to LOOSE you Eamonn." She said, dismissing him with a cool flip of her hand.
Morgan arived at Hunter's house a little before eight, she wanted to be early to the meeting. But when she got there, she discovered she wasn't the only impatient person, about a dozen powerful witches had already gathered in the small house.
"Morgan!" Hunter called over the din as she stepped into the warm living room. "There's someone I want you to meet." Hunter said, taking Morgan's coat and hanging it on an open hook in the closet.
"This is Milo, he's a coven leader of Algiz, a coven from New York. He came all the way here to meet with us." He said as a man, maybe in his mid-thirties, with ashy red hair and blue eyes walked up.
"Hello Morgan, I've heard a lot about you." Milo said, extending his hand and smiling.
"Hi" Morgan said, returning the smile and the handshake.
"We really should probably get started hunter, now that Morgan's here." Milo said, turning to Hunter.
"yes, your right. Come, let's go into the back room."