A/n: Okay, as you could probably tell from these retarded notes that I have
nothing really interesting to say so I just babble to waste your time. . .
that's all I wanted to say. =D read and review!
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Morgan's POV
We walked up to the house that Kevin Timms lived in and we could sense he was in, and luckily he was alone.
We rang the doorbell and shortly a tall medium built man dressed in a pair jeans and a flannel shirt opened the door.
"Can I help you" he smiled at us.
At least he seemed nice enough, I cast out my senses and could tell he was a witch, he sharply turned his focus on me, and I dropped my senses, embarrassed.
He smiled, "It's okay, you're strong" it was a statement
"Err, Mr Timms I believe?" I asked
"Yes, that's right," he replied, "What can I do for you two?" he asked Hunter and myself.
"We were wondering if we could talk to you about Emma Whitegrass" Hunter asked the man.
His smile suddenly dropped, "Please, I don't want to talk about that" he said starting to close the door on us.
Hunter put his hand out and stopped him, "Please?" he asked, "It's important"
"Like life and death important" I said
"Like YOUR life" Hunter put in
He opened the door again, "I think you'd better come in" Kevin sighed.
A few minutes later we were sat in Kevin's living room, drinking tea and talking.
"I loved her, more than I thought possible, but she was evil, she practised the dark arts, I couldn't live with that, but I chose to"
"Well if you say that, why did you leave her at the altar?" Hunter asked
"I – I really don't know, it was like I was possessed, I was compelled to run away by – something."
Hunter and I looked cautiously at one another, I knew what he was thinking, as he knew what I was: there's more to this story than we know, more than even Emma knows.
"Why are you here asking about her now? She's dead isn't she?"
"Yes, she killed herself after she was stood up at the altar for the 5th time"
"Dear Goddess! 5 times! So why so eager to learn about her now though?"
"You see, she became vengeful in the afterlife, splitting up human mùirn beatha dàns who are about to get married, she did this to good friends off ours, we held a séance to find out why and who she was and she escaped, now she's gone mad, she's out for the blood of the 5 men she loved and lost." Hunter explained.
"She's killed her first fiancée already, Jack Redfeather, and we believe your next" I said gently.
His eyes went wide, "Oh Goddess!" he cried,
"We will do anything in our power to stop her," I told him
He looked at me a second, "Your power, yes," he said thoughtfully as if to himself, "What is your story, Morgan? Why are you so incredibly powerful?"
"Well, my father was Ciaran MacEwan" I said quietly,
"Evil witch! I trust you don't follow in his footsteps,"
I shook my head, "I followed my mother's, Maeve Riordan,"
"Bradhadair?" He gasped using her coven name
"Yes, did you know her?"
"Aye, I knew her. I grew up in a town next door to Bally Nigel, we were good friends, I was not of the Belwicket coven though, I'm not a woodbane, I'm a Burnhide, I belonged to a coven called White pearl, not exactly a legendary coven, it was a newly formulated one, named so because our leader and founder Helen Silversea was amazing with working Magick with pearls, we were an all Burnhide coven"
We continued to talk for a while longer then I felt a draft. I rubbed my arms and the next second later Emma has appeared in the centre of the room.
"Ah Morgan dear! How are you?"
"I'm fine, heard you felt like a killing spree" I replied sarcastically
"Well you know how it is" she grinned
I tried to put her under a binding spell, I tried anything I could think of, Hunter and Kevin did the same.
Emma laughed at us, "You idiots! I'm dead! You can't kill me twice"
"I can try," I growled.
We continued throwing useless spells at her, she then struck out so quick we didn't see it coming, she picked Kevin up by the name and snapped his neck and dropped him on the floor like she was casting aside a doll she no longer wanted to play with.
"Two down" she winked, then teleported out of the room.
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Morgan's POV
We walked up to the house that Kevin Timms lived in and we could sense he was in, and luckily he was alone.
We rang the doorbell and shortly a tall medium built man dressed in a pair jeans and a flannel shirt opened the door.
"Can I help you" he smiled at us.
At least he seemed nice enough, I cast out my senses and could tell he was a witch, he sharply turned his focus on me, and I dropped my senses, embarrassed.
He smiled, "It's okay, you're strong" it was a statement
"Err, Mr Timms I believe?" I asked
"Yes, that's right," he replied, "What can I do for you two?" he asked Hunter and myself.
"We were wondering if we could talk to you about Emma Whitegrass" Hunter asked the man.
His smile suddenly dropped, "Please, I don't want to talk about that" he said starting to close the door on us.
Hunter put his hand out and stopped him, "Please?" he asked, "It's important"
"Like life and death important" I said
"Like YOUR life" Hunter put in
He opened the door again, "I think you'd better come in" Kevin sighed.
A few minutes later we were sat in Kevin's living room, drinking tea and talking.
"I loved her, more than I thought possible, but she was evil, she practised the dark arts, I couldn't live with that, but I chose to"
"Well if you say that, why did you leave her at the altar?" Hunter asked
"I – I really don't know, it was like I was possessed, I was compelled to run away by – something."
Hunter and I looked cautiously at one another, I knew what he was thinking, as he knew what I was: there's more to this story than we know, more than even Emma knows.
"Why are you here asking about her now? She's dead isn't she?"
"Yes, she killed herself after she was stood up at the altar for the 5th time"
"Dear Goddess! 5 times! So why so eager to learn about her now though?"
"You see, she became vengeful in the afterlife, splitting up human mùirn beatha dàns who are about to get married, she did this to good friends off ours, we held a séance to find out why and who she was and she escaped, now she's gone mad, she's out for the blood of the 5 men she loved and lost." Hunter explained.
"She's killed her first fiancée already, Jack Redfeather, and we believe your next" I said gently.
His eyes went wide, "Oh Goddess!" he cried,
"We will do anything in our power to stop her," I told him
He looked at me a second, "Your power, yes," he said thoughtfully as if to himself, "What is your story, Morgan? Why are you so incredibly powerful?"
"Well, my father was Ciaran MacEwan" I said quietly,
"Evil witch! I trust you don't follow in his footsteps,"
I shook my head, "I followed my mother's, Maeve Riordan,"
"Bradhadair?" He gasped using her coven name
"Yes, did you know her?"
"Aye, I knew her. I grew up in a town next door to Bally Nigel, we were good friends, I was not of the Belwicket coven though, I'm not a woodbane, I'm a Burnhide, I belonged to a coven called White pearl, not exactly a legendary coven, it was a newly formulated one, named so because our leader and founder Helen Silversea was amazing with working Magick with pearls, we were an all Burnhide coven"
We continued to talk for a while longer then I felt a draft. I rubbed my arms and the next second later Emma has appeared in the centre of the room.
"Ah Morgan dear! How are you?"
"I'm fine, heard you felt like a killing spree" I replied sarcastically
"Well you know how it is" she grinned
I tried to put her under a binding spell, I tried anything I could think of, Hunter and Kevin did the same.
Emma laughed at us, "You idiots! I'm dead! You can't kill me twice"
"I can try," I growled.
We continued throwing useless spells at her, she then struck out so quick we didn't see it coming, she picked Kevin up by the name and snapped his neck and dropped him on the floor like she was casting aside a doll she no longer wanted to play with.
"Two down" she winked, then teleported out of the room.
