A/n: I think this chapter will be a bit longer than the others so far. Anyway what do you guy's think of my story? Please, please read and review!

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Morgan's POV

"Hmm, if I was a pissed off ghost who finds pleasure in tearing apart mùirn beatha dàns, where would I go?" Sky said sarcastically

"Well she's obviously going to resurrect Ciaran at one point, but I think she'll go for her mùirn beatha dàns," Hunter said, "I mean its quite obvious, the way she's still utterly obsessed with him"

I stare at the group contributing their ideas and I stood in the middle not really hearing any of it, I felt totally numb, she can't resurrect Ciaran! I thought frantically

"I was thinking, maybe if we scryed to find the venue where Emma got married then we could look at the record books and see if we could find out where this mùirn beatha dàns lives" Hunter suggested, "What do you think Morgan?"

He directed his question at me, but I still couldn't hear him, I felt sick and dizzy, oh goddess! This wasn't happening!

"Morgan?" my head snapped round to face my love, Hunter in the face

"Sorry" I murmured, "What was that?"

"Will you scry with me?" he asked, "You are the strongest scryer and besides you scry with fire you'll get better results"

I nodded and took a tall white pillar candle from the mantle piece and I drew a chalk circle on the floor and Hunter and I sat down within it, I placed the candle in front of us closing the circle behind us.

Hunter and I sat cross-legged with a knees touching and so was our foreheads, I sunk deep into a meditation and lit the candle with my mind.

*Show me* I willed the flame, *Show me the venue that destroyed Emma's heart 5 times*

The flame grew larger and brighter and Hunter and I were looking into it willing a vision to come before us.

Suddenly we saw the New York Botanical Garden, which held many weddings and many wedding receptions.

Hunter and I pulled apart and looked deeply into each other's eyes, I was lost within him, we sought refuge in our own world, a world built for only us two, as soul mates, as mùirn beatha dàns.

"What did you see?" Sky said bringing us back to reality.

"The New York Botanical Garden"

"She married here in New York?" Sky asked surprised

Hunter and I both nodded.

"Morgan and I will go and find the records"

I nodded and grabbed the keys for "my car" and we both left the apartment leaving Robbie, Sky and Alwyn behind.

When we arrived at the desk enquiry, Hunter rang the bell for some assistance.

Shortly a small round woman smiling woman appeared, she reminded me a little of my friend Alyce Fernbrake who lives up in red kill in an occult store she owns.

"Yes, can I help you?" she asked, oh yeah now that sounded like Alyce, I smiled at the woman.

"Please, we are thinking about getting married here, and a friend of ours has book here several times, we would just like to take a look at her file." Hunter asked

The woman eyed us wondering why we would want to look at a booking file.

"Okay then," she said warily, "What name is it?"

"Emma Whitegrass"

The woman's eye widened, "You mean the witch who killed herself on the altar?"

Hunter nodded, "We just need to take a look at it for a second. If that's okay"

The woman nodded slowly then rose up to get it.

A Short while later she returned holding a brown envelope then she handed it to Hunter, "don't tell my supervisor" she smiled, "bring it back when you've finished with it."

We walked over to the waiting room and looked at the envelope, on the front it read, Emma Whitegrass, Hunter took out 5 pieces of paper stapled together and we looked at the first one.

"Emma Whitegrass/Jack Redfeather wedding, 22nd of August 1985" I read aloud. Below it was a list of wedding details such as guests, minister, prices etc. Hunter flipped over the page to see the next one, "Emma Whitegrass/Kevin Timms wedding, 25th of December 1989" I read. Hunter flipped the page again, "Emma Whitegrass/Russell Moonstone wedding, 3rd of March 1992" I said reading from the page. Hunter then flipped the page for the forth wedding, "Emma Whitegrass/Joseph Black wedding, 19th October 1995" I read. "And finally," I said as Hunter flipped over the page, "Emma Whitegrass/Oliver Weaver wedding, 15th April 1998 - this must have been her mùirn beatha dàns" I cried.

Hunter walked back over to the reception desk and asked the nice woman for a pen and a piece of paper, he came back over and took down the five names and handed the woman back her pen and the Emma Whitegrass file, "Thank you" he smiled at her, she nodded and said, "Good luck with your wedding" again Hunter said thank you and we headed out.

As I drove home I pulled the car over and stopped at a shop so Hunter could pick up the local newspapers.

He looked at the front page of both of them, "Oh Goddess!" he muttered,

"What's wrong?" I asked

He read the headline's aloud, "The Post reads: Wife finds husband's heart ripped out. And The Times reads: Local man found dead by wife"

I shrugged, "What you trying to say here Hunter? You think Emma has something to do with it?"

"I think yes" Hunter said, "The man's name was Jack Redfeather"

I frowned, I knew that name, why was is so familiar – then I got it, "Oh god" I sighed

Hunter read a bit into it describing what happened.

"His wife said she saw a woman standing over his body saying "you must be his new whore" then she vanished"

Okay I thought that sounds like Emma, "So it's not just his mùirn beatha dàns he's after, it's all of them, goddess I hope she hasn't got to the other 4 yet"