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chapter two:
Dirt and Stone
The day had been too long. Most days went fast, this one went slow and dragged on and on. Time seamed to stand still and there seamed no end in sight for the mounds of documents to be filed. When the clock struck five, she was ready for it, her bags packed, and left without saying good-bye to anyone. The drive home was sometimes tedious and on more than one occasion she slammed on her brakes to avoid hitting some dumb bastard. Before she hit the expressway her cellular rang, shocking her with the tune of Ode to Joy.
"Yeah?", few people had her cell number unless it was an emergency. "Hey, where are you?" The womans voice said. "About to head home why?" Robin was getting irritated, all she really wanted to do was go home and get in some snuggle time with her spastic cats. "Meet me at the Spiral Heart, we'll talk about it then." Carry was older and had some bizarre connections in the Pagan community, at least what there was of it. "Allright but this had better be good." Carry replied "Oh it will be." The familiar click told robin that the call had ended and she barely had enough time to change lanes, and headed further away from home than she already was.
The Spiral Heart.......
Hunter sat at a booth with yet another member of the council. Driving in the city was like being a rat caught in a maze. One way here, wrong way there, turn only. No right turn on red!?! He shuddered and took another sip of water, he wasn't going to drink the vial sodas that everyone called Cokes here, or that awful concoction Southerners called sweet tea. More shuddering. Carry sat there watching him amused, but not impressed, the council hadn't needed to tell her that he had screwd up bad. Her teenaged daughter, Laura, had come home with book after book of Sweep, a series on Wicca of all things. Some of the names were way too familiar and the terms of the history that was within. Carry knew that his assignment was his punishment. She was just there to introduce him to his contact.
Robin walked through the door and took a look around, finding Carry sitting with a handsome young blonde guy, which was difficult to fathom. After all Carry didn't like guys that much. Luckily it was the light that made him look like a man, he was still very young, and had this sad look about him. "Hey , what's going on?" Carry smiled at Robin and knew that she had made the right discission about setting this meeting up. Robin would give the boy what he needed, a cold hard look at reality outside of the council.
"Hello. Robin, this is Hunter, he has come all the way from England to.....do some investigative research." Unaware that Robin had read the books too, it was a shock to Carry and Hunter when the woman laughed. "You have got to be kidding right?" The look was serious and the laughter left her eyes as quickly as it had escaped her lips moments before.
"Is your name really Hunter?" He nodded. "Nail?", he nodded again. Robin sat down with a few silent moments looking at him before a waitress took her order for a coke. She looked at the boy again wondering how her girlfriend Faye would react to THE Hunter Nail showing up on her doorstep. Hunter also watched Robin. She was unlike the blood witches that he had meet before there was something different about her the way she watched him. Her eyes seaming to go out of focus for a few moments before coming back in a rush. She shook it off.
"Well this is interesting." Carry hadn't been one to intrude but this was important to the council and important to all the other Naturales that had found the craft.
"Yeah it is. Does this mean that the International Council of Witches is real as well?" Robin directed her question at Hunter. He recoiled as if he was a dog to familiar with punishment.
"Robin, he has an assignment here and needs our help. Your help actually, since you know the people he is going to be investigating."
"You have got to be kidding."Robin replied. Hunter looked at Robin again, he didn't like this at all, this woman obviously had some power a little tarnished perhaps. What clan was she he thought. Her copper hair and those strange eyes like the Mediterranean.
"Maybe you should tell me what this is all about." Robin watched him and knew before he said that he was investigating Onyx. This was going to be a bumpy night.
A dirt road-somewhere
"By the powers of hill and mound, thus I set the circles bounds. By three times three, thus shall it be. Hail and welcome."
Onyx gathered three or more nights a week, seldom were rituals ever used, they seemed stuffy and it didn't help their own powers. It isn't like the energy would ever stay focused. Only a couple of people picked up a book on witchcraft and the others were mostly just bored out of their wits. Faye watched as two figures walked up the hill to the place where Onyx stood. The short round one could only be Robin, dressed in black from head to foot, her silver pentacle glowing in the starlight. The moon had yet to rise. But the night sky was clear and promising of a nice hunt.
Another figure walked with Robin. Definitely taller and most certainly thinner. A man, that familiarity from the night before made her shiver with anticipation. As they drew closer Faye could only be aware of one thing, that the man before her was the presence the night- before in the forest, that he had come- this was the prince that Chandra told her about. He looked so familiar. "Hail and welcome" Robin greeted Faye and the rest of Onyx. "Smib Baby" Everyone echoed "Smib".
Hunter looked at Faye and Robin with such a questioning look that Robin shook her head, tossing her hair back she said. "You know Smib, So Mote it be!?! Goddess help us all!"
"Gooo Goddess" one young man said in the darkness. "
"Isis! Isis! Ra! Ra! Ra!", a coy slip of a girl said.
Faye pulled Robin away for a moment. "Who is this guy? I thought that you were coming alone?"
"Yeah well I had an unexpected house guest."
Faye stammered, "Huh? What are you talking about?" Just then one of the other girls shrieked in terror. Turning they saw a creature loping towards them out of the woods crashing through the dead branches. Something like arms thrashed wildly about. "Much adieu about nothing?" Robin questioned. Faye trotted over to the beast, hairy and frothing at the mouth. "What have I told you? You do this on your own time and not with the group. Now pull yourself together. Now Keebler!" Faye reached out her hand and griped his forehead in her palm, the beast was the thing that screamed now, falling to its knees, slowly changing back into a handsome slender young boy. A small discoloration appeared on the youths brow when Faye released him. It was in the shape of a star. "A pentacle is best used in the hand when there is a werewolf romping around."
A few people giggled, the shrieking girl knelt down beside Kebbler. Stroking his hair and speaking softly to him.
"I would like to introduce all of you to a friend of mine." Robin addressed the group, "this is Hunter Nail, he is visiting from England so try to make him feel less like the limy bastard that he is." Faye's eyes opened wider and wider she seamed to lose her strength and crumpled to the ground in a heap. Luckily Rick was there to catch her, or at least ease her fall by getting in her way.
"Another one bites the dust." Irena, one of those girls who was too beautiful to be hanging with anyone, said generally disgusted.
Hunter watched everyone taking things in. He cast his senses out and felt something different from each of the people that were standing around. The woman on the ground had a considerable amount of power she wasn't really unconscious either. His mind was searching for something from her and then he heard her thoughts in panic and yet excitement. "Oh my Goddess, he is real ,is he real, yes, that is him ,oh my God, oh my goddess, he has come for me, what am I going to do".....She wasn't really sending him a witch message and he wasn't sure if he should reply with one of his own so he didn't.
The slender boy that had emerged from the woods as a werewolf was kneeling trying to rise, the girl whose name was Ally, helped him to his feet. Keebler as they called him had the most interesting aura Hunter had ever seen, it looked like green and yellow flames encircling him. From his forehead there radiated bright bursting pastel bubbles. These Hunter associated with pain. No mention of werewolfs ever existing was recorded in the training that he had received in the ICoW. The others who had spoken before, Rick who was now trying to help Faye get up, and the snippy girl Irena, both had some energy about them. The energy from these two was not as substantial as the one who had fallen, but with proper training they could be competent in the arts. Hunter glanced around again and extended his senses into the woods nearby, he could feel the pulse of life in the woods, both animal and plant, but felt no thought patterns that he could understand. Communication with nature was still beyond his ability, but he did know how to detect other persons in the area. And had enough common sense to wonder what the hell was going on around this place.
A/N: HANG ON FOLKS, THIS RIDE IS GONNA GET BUMPY-R&R!
chapter two:
Dirt and Stone
The day had been too long. Most days went fast, this one went slow and dragged on and on. Time seamed to stand still and there seamed no end in sight for the mounds of documents to be filed. When the clock struck five, she was ready for it, her bags packed, and left without saying good-bye to anyone. The drive home was sometimes tedious and on more than one occasion she slammed on her brakes to avoid hitting some dumb bastard. Before she hit the expressway her cellular rang, shocking her with the tune of Ode to Joy.
"Yeah?", few people had her cell number unless it was an emergency. "Hey, where are you?" The womans voice said. "About to head home why?" Robin was getting irritated, all she really wanted to do was go home and get in some snuggle time with her spastic cats. "Meet me at the Spiral Heart, we'll talk about it then." Carry was older and had some bizarre connections in the Pagan community, at least what there was of it. "Allright but this had better be good." Carry replied "Oh it will be." The familiar click told robin that the call had ended and she barely had enough time to change lanes, and headed further away from home than she already was.
The Spiral Heart.......
Hunter sat at a booth with yet another member of the council. Driving in the city was like being a rat caught in a maze. One way here, wrong way there, turn only. No right turn on red!?! He shuddered and took another sip of water, he wasn't going to drink the vial sodas that everyone called Cokes here, or that awful concoction Southerners called sweet tea. More shuddering. Carry sat there watching him amused, but not impressed, the council hadn't needed to tell her that he had screwd up bad. Her teenaged daughter, Laura, had come home with book after book of Sweep, a series on Wicca of all things. Some of the names were way too familiar and the terms of the history that was within. Carry knew that his assignment was his punishment. She was just there to introduce him to his contact.
Robin walked through the door and took a look around, finding Carry sitting with a handsome young blonde guy, which was difficult to fathom. After all Carry didn't like guys that much. Luckily it was the light that made him look like a man, he was still very young, and had this sad look about him. "Hey , what's going on?" Carry smiled at Robin and knew that she had made the right discission about setting this meeting up. Robin would give the boy what he needed, a cold hard look at reality outside of the council.
"Hello. Robin, this is Hunter, he has come all the way from England to.....do some investigative research." Unaware that Robin had read the books too, it was a shock to Carry and Hunter when the woman laughed. "You have got to be kidding right?" The look was serious and the laughter left her eyes as quickly as it had escaped her lips moments before.
"Is your name really Hunter?" He nodded. "Nail?", he nodded again. Robin sat down with a few silent moments looking at him before a waitress took her order for a coke. She looked at the boy again wondering how her girlfriend Faye would react to THE Hunter Nail showing up on her doorstep. Hunter also watched Robin. She was unlike the blood witches that he had meet before there was something different about her the way she watched him. Her eyes seaming to go out of focus for a few moments before coming back in a rush. She shook it off.
"Well this is interesting." Carry hadn't been one to intrude but this was important to the council and important to all the other Naturales that had found the craft.
"Yeah it is. Does this mean that the International Council of Witches is real as well?" Robin directed her question at Hunter. He recoiled as if he was a dog to familiar with punishment.
"Robin, he has an assignment here and needs our help. Your help actually, since you know the people he is going to be investigating."
"You have got to be kidding."Robin replied. Hunter looked at Robin again, he didn't like this at all, this woman obviously had some power a little tarnished perhaps. What clan was she he thought. Her copper hair and those strange eyes like the Mediterranean.
"Maybe you should tell me what this is all about." Robin watched him and knew before he said that he was investigating Onyx. This was going to be a bumpy night.
A dirt road-somewhere
"By the powers of hill and mound, thus I set the circles bounds. By three times three, thus shall it be. Hail and welcome."
Onyx gathered three or more nights a week, seldom were rituals ever used, they seemed stuffy and it didn't help their own powers. It isn't like the energy would ever stay focused. Only a couple of people picked up a book on witchcraft and the others were mostly just bored out of their wits. Faye watched as two figures walked up the hill to the place where Onyx stood. The short round one could only be Robin, dressed in black from head to foot, her silver pentacle glowing in the starlight. The moon had yet to rise. But the night sky was clear and promising of a nice hunt.
Another figure walked with Robin. Definitely taller and most certainly thinner. A man, that familiarity from the night before made her shiver with anticipation. As they drew closer Faye could only be aware of one thing, that the man before her was the presence the night- before in the forest, that he had come- this was the prince that Chandra told her about. He looked so familiar. "Hail and welcome" Robin greeted Faye and the rest of Onyx. "Smib Baby" Everyone echoed "Smib".
Hunter looked at Faye and Robin with such a questioning look that Robin shook her head, tossing her hair back she said. "You know Smib, So Mote it be!?! Goddess help us all!"
"Gooo Goddess" one young man said in the darkness. "
"Isis! Isis! Ra! Ra! Ra!", a coy slip of a girl said.
Faye pulled Robin away for a moment. "Who is this guy? I thought that you were coming alone?"
"Yeah well I had an unexpected house guest."
Faye stammered, "Huh? What are you talking about?" Just then one of the other girls shrieked in terror. Turning they saw a creature loping towards them out of the woods crashing through the dead branches. Something like arms thrashed wildly about. "Much adieu about nothing?" Robin questioned. Faye trotted over to the beast, hairy and frothing at the mouth. "What have I told you? You do this on your own time and not with the group. Now pull yourself together. Now Keebler!" Faye reached out her hand and griped his forehead in her palm, the beast was the thing that screamed now, falling to its knees, slowly changing back into a handsome slender young boy. A small discoloration appeared on the youths brow when Faye released him. It was in the shape of a star. "A pentacle is best used in the hand when there is a werewolf romping around."
A few people giggled, the shrieking girl knelt down beside Kebbler. Stroking his hair and speaking softly to him.
"I would like to introduce all of you to a friend of mine." Robin addressed the group, "this is Hunter Nail, he is visiting from England so try to make him feel less like the limy bastard that he is." Faye's eyes opened wider and wider she seamed to lose her strength and crumpled to the ground in a heap. Luckily Rick was there to catch her, or at least ease her fall by getting in her way.
"Another one bites the dust." Irena, one of those girls who was too beautiful to be hanging with anyone, said generally disgusted.
Hunter watched everyone taking things in. He cast his senses out and felt something different from each of the people that were standing around. The woman on the ground had a considerable amount of power she wasn't really unconscious either. His mind was searching for something from her and then he heard her thoughts in panic and yet excitement. "Oh my Goddess, he is real ,is he real, yes, that is him ,oh my God, oh my goddess, he has come for me, what am I going to do".....She wasn't really sending him a witch message and he wasn't sure if he should reply with one of his own so he didn't.
The slender boy that had emerged from the woods as a werewolf was kneeling trying to rise, the girl whose name was Ally, helped him to his feet. Keebler as they called him had the most interesting aura Hunter had ever seen, it looked like green and yellow flames encircling him. From his forehead there radiated bright bursting pastel bubbles. These Hunter associated with pain. No mention of werewolfs ever existing was recorded in the training that he had received in the ICoW. The others who had spoken before, Rick who was now trying to help Faye get up, and the snippy girl Irena, both had some energy about them. The energy from these two was not as substantial as the one who had fallen, but with proper training they could be competent in the arts. Hunter glanced around again and extended his senses into the woods nearby, he could feel the pulse of life in the woods, both animal and plant, but felt no thought patterns that he could understand. Communication with nature was still beyond his ability, but he did know how to detect other persons in the area. And had enough common sense to wonder what the hell was going on around this place.
A/N: HANG ON FOLKS, THIS RIDE IS GONNA GET BUMPY-R&R!
