A/n: Okay so here goes my next chapter, I don't really have anything to say
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I had obviously not thought this idea through, I had no clothes or luggage at all, and I had nowhere to go, all I had was about 50 bucks in my wallet – not much good in Ireland – and my credit card which has about 700 dollars in it from all my babysitting jobs and from helping my mom out in the realtors.
My first thought was to change my money into euros when I got off the plane then to look up a number for a hotel I could spend the night, if I got some sleep maybe I could think a little more clearly tomorrow.
Roughly an hour later I was checked into a small hotel called, "The Dubliner" and I looked into the mirror in the tiny bathroom.
I was a wreck, my face and eyes were all puffy, my hair was messy and static and I felt like I was going to heave, but I felt so magick-y that if a sneezed the whole city will be wiped from the face of the earth.
I sat on the cold uncomfortable bed, why does all this have to happen to me? I thought, I pulled out a photo of me and Hunter on Beltane from my wallet, I couldn't believe how pretty and feminine I looked that night. On an ordinary day I look like a mess, even worse now, how could Hunter ever feel attracted to me?
I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I felt nor looked any better, I picked up the phone and rang up for the number of the Greenfield rest home (where they take in stripped witches) and took down the address.
I walked out of the hotel and up the road and hailed for a cab. I climbed into one the appeared about 2 minutes later and I showed him the address.
"What cha' going to a place like that for missy? They say its cursed with evil"
"Please, I'm fed up with people asking questions, just drive"
He nodded and pulled out onto the road. I wondered why everybody seemed so concerned, they don't even know me.
Shortly we arrived at a huge mansion-like building, "That'll be 7 euros, miss" the cabby said, I handed him the money then slid out of the car and walked to the front door and pressed the buzzer.
A small round woman wearing a nurse's uniform answered the door, "My goodness child, are you alright?" she gasped when she saw my appearance
I nodded, "Can I see Ciaran MacEwan?" I said quietly
She eyed me carefully, I felt her casting her senses out at me, "Are you a relation?" she asked, basically she meant – "are you evil too?"
"I'm his daughter, please I need to see him," she widened the door, probably feeling that she was safe, that I wouldn't harm her and she led the way down the long corridors.
"So what kind of people you keep here? Other than stripped witches?" I asked
"Well some witches when the start loosing their mind, we need to bring them here and strip them because they could become a danger to themselves and other people, and stripped witches like your father who have no family or no one to take care of them, sometimes we get runaways, young witches like yourself."
I didn't weather she meant that she knew I was a runaway or that she was referring to young witches about my age.
Soon we came to a door that had the number 514 on it.
"He's in here" she opened the door for me and walked off back down the corridors.
What I saw – I didn't like, my father had disintegrated into a haggard old man, prematurely aged, sat in a wheel chair staring blankly out of the window.
"Ciaran?" I said softly.
He turned his wheel chair around to face me, and when he saw and recognised who I was his eyes widened, "Get out! You are not welcome here! You are not my daughter!" he screamed at me, his voice was horse and sore sounding.
I saw that his face and arms were covered in scratches.
"Father" I whispered, "I am so sorry" I sobbed.
I knelt down in front of him putting my face in his knees, "I never meant to hurt you, I was just scared"
I looked up to find a confused expression cross his face.
"What do you want from me?" he asked
"Your love, as a father" I replied.
"I have no daughter, you betrayed me"
"Ciaran? Look at you what have you done to yourself? These scratches, let me fix it for you"
"Get away from me!" he pulled away, "I want to get out of me," he said scratching at himself, "I want me to go!" I kind of got the feeling that he was feeling a little suicidal.
"I know I don't deserve what I ask of, I'm sorry, I shall leave"
I stood up and turned to head for the door.
"Child?" he croaked
I turned back around, "Yes?"
"If you truly mean what you say,"
"Yes father"
"Get me out of here"
I nodded, and silently I cast an illusion spell I had learned in Scotland and I wheeled my father out, if anybody saw us, they would thought I were carrying a shopping bag or a couple of books or something.
"Are you okay miss?" said the nurse who had led me up as I passed the front desk, "you look a little flustered."
"Uhm, yeah I'm fine thanks"
"That's one thick leather book you have there, did you have it when you came in?"
For a moment I had no idea what she was going on about but then I remembered the illusion spell.
"My dad's book of shadows, he wanted me to get rid of it for him. Too many memories"
The nurse nodded uncertainly and I hurried out there as quickly as I could, and as soon as we had got into a taxi I told him the hotel I was staying at and he sped off, all these taxis were making me miss Das Boot.
"So I'm a book am I?" my father croaked
I gave a short laugh, "It was an impressive illusion, who taught it to you?" he asked
"I went to that Wicca school in Scotland, I just got back a week ago" A week, is that all? I couldn't be I thought
"Father, I really am sorry," I said softly.
"I know my child, but you are going to do me a little favour" he smiled, looking more like his old self, "You are going to restore my powers"
I nodded slowly, "I didn't think that could be done?" I asked
"Yes it can, but you need that seekers athame, can you get it?"
I felt my heart drop when I heard him spat out the word seeker, he was referring to Hunter, my love, he was gone, I couldn't believe he was gone.
"What's wrong my daughter?" Ciaran asked
I kept silent, my lips tightened together. The taxi came to a halt, I helped my limp father out of the vehicle and up to my hotel room.
"Child?" he asked
"Hunter's dead" I said quietly
"Oh, daughter, I am sorry, I know what is like to loose your mùirn beatha dàns, but it is best that he is gone, he was a distraction, he was destroying your potential."
I nodded, "His athame is back in America, how could I get it?"
"A simple teleportation spell, obviously you have to do it, I'll tell you what to do"
I followed his instructions, it was quite complex, when he said simple, I think he was being humorous.
The spell took about half an hour to perform but when it was complete sure enough in front of me on the floor appeared a silver athame, Hunter's athame.
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I had obviously not thought this idea through, I had no clothes or luggage at all, and I had nowhere to go, all I had was about 50 bucks in my wallet – not much good in Ireland – and my credit card which has about 700 dollars in it from all my babysitting jobs and from helping my mom out in the realtors.
My first thought was to change my money into euros when I got off the plane then to look up a number for a hotel I could spend the night, if I got some sleep maybe I could think a little more clearly tomorrow.
Roughly an hour later I was checked into a small hotel called, "The Dubliner" and I looked into the mirror in the tiny bathroom.
I was a wreck, my face and eyes were all puffy, my hair was messy and static and I felt like I was going to heave, but I felt so magick-y that if a sneezed the whole city will be wiped from the face of the earth.
I sat on the cold uncomfortable bed, why does all this have to happen to me? I thought, I pulled out a photo of me and Hunter on Beltane from my wallet, I couldn't believe how pretty and feminine I looked that night. On an ordinary day I look like a mess, even worse now, how could Hunter ever feel attracted to me?
I curled up on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning I felt nor looked any better, I picked up the phone and rang up for the number of the Greenfield rest home (where they take in stripped witches) and took down the address.
I walked out of the hotel and up the road and hailed for a cab. I climbed into one the appeared about 2 minutes later and I showed him the address.
"What cha' going to a place like that for missy? They say its cursed with evil"
"Please, I'm fed up with people asking questions, just drive"
He nodded and pulled out onto the road. I wondered why everybody seemed so concerned, they don't even know me.
Shortly we arrived at a huge mansion-like building, "That'll be 7 euros, miss" the cabby said, I handed him the money then slid out of the car and walked to the front door and pressed the buzzer.
A small round woman wearing a nurse's uniform answered the door, "My goodness child, are you alright?" she gasped when she saw my appearance
I nodded, "Can I see Ciaran MacEwan?" I said quietly
She eyed me carefully, I felt her casting her senses out at me, "Are you a relation?" she asked, basically she meant – "are you evil too?"
"I'm his daughter, please I need to see him," she widened the door, probably feeling that she was safe, that I wouldn't harm her and she led the way down the long corridors.
"So what kind of people you keep here? Other than stripped witches?" I asked
"Well some witches when the start loosing their mind, we need to bring them here and strip them because they could become a danger to themselves and other people, and stripped witches like your father who have no family or no one to take care of them, sometimes we get runaways, young witches like yourself."
I didn't weather she meant that she knew I was a runaway or that she was referring to young witches about my age.
Soon we came to a door that had the number 514 on it.
"He's in here" she opened the door for me and walked off back down the corridors.
What I saw – I didn't like, my father had disintegrated into a haggard old man, prematurely aged, sat in a wheel chair staring blankly out of the window.
"Ciaran?" I said softly.
He turned his wheel chair around to face me, and when he saw and recognised who I was his eyes widened, "Get out! You are not welcome here! You are not my daughter!" he screamed at me, his voice was horse and sore sounding.
I saw that his face and arms were covered in scratches.
"Father" I whispered, "I am so sorry" I sobbed.
I knelt down in front of him putting my face in his knees, "I never meant to hurt you, I was just scared"
I looked up to find a confused expression cross his face.
"What do you want from me?" he asked
"Your love, as a father" I replied.
"I have no daughter, you betrayed me"
"Ciaran? Look at you what have you done to yourself? These scratches, let me fix it for you"
"Get away from me!" he pulled away, "I want to get out of me," he said scratching at himself, "I want me to go!" I kind of got the feeling that he was feeling a little suicidal.
"I know I don't deserve what I ask of, I'm sorry, I shall leave"
I stood up and turned to head for the door.
"Child?" he croaked
I turned back around, "Yes?"
"If you truly mean what you say,"
"Yes father"
"Get me out of here"
I nodded, and silently I cast an illusion spell I had learned in Scotland and I wheeled my father out, if anybody saw us, they would thought I were carrying a shopping bag or a couple of books or something.
"Are you okay miss?" said the nurse who had led me up as I passed the front desk, "you look a little flustered."
"Uhm, yeah I'm fine thanks"
"That's one thick leather book you have there, did you have it when you came in?"
For a moment I had no idea what she was going on about but then I remembered the illusion spell.
"My dad's book of shadows, he wanted me to get rid of it for him. Too many memories"
The nurse nodded uncertainly and I hurried out there as quickly as I could, and as soon as we had got into a taxi I told him the hotel I was staying at and he sped off, all these taxis were making me miss Das Boot.
"So I'm a book am I?" my father croaked
I gave a short laugh, "It was an impressive illusion, who taught it to you?" he asked
"I went to that Wicca school in Scotland, I just got back a week ago" A week, is that all? I couldn't be I thought
"Father, I really am sorry," I said softly.
"I know my child, but you are going to do me a little favour" he smiled, looking more like his old self, "You are going to restore my powers"
I nodded slowly, "I didn't think that could be done?" I asked
"Yes it can, but you need that seekers athame, can you get it?"
I felt my heart drop when I heard him spat out the word seeker, he was referring to Hunter, my love, he was gone, I couldn't believe he was gone.
"What's wrong my daughter?" Ciaran asked
I kept silent, my lips tightened together. The taxi came to a halt, I helped my limp father out of the vehicle and up to my hotel room.
"Child?" he asked
"Hunter's dead" I said quietly
"Oh, daughter, I am sorry, I know what is like to loose your mùirn beatha dàns, but it is best that he is gone, he was a distraction, he was destroying your potential."
I nodded, "His athame is back in America, how could I get it?"
"A simple teleportation spell, obviously you have to do it, I'll tell you what to do"
I followed his instructions, it was quite complex, when he said simple, I think he was being humorous.
The spell took about half an hour to perform but when it was complete sure enough in front of me on the floor appeared a silver athame, Hunter's athame.