A/N: Sorry it took so long. I have at least three hours of home every
night, then I'm wiped. I'm going to try and type like mad tonight, and
tomorrow. Sorry to keep ya'll waiting. Enjoy! (~~is, as before, italics)
"Wait, you know her?" Cally growled.
I stuttered for a second. "She's my cousin."
"So where are these kids, Hunter." My head snapped towards the vice. "There they are." There stood my aunt, who I hadn't seen since the beginning of this mess.
"Auntie! We're at your house?!" I exclaimed. Both she and dad were nodding. "And your okay with having seven full blown blood witches in your house?" Auntie was exactly supportive of our ways. She never had been for mom either.
"Well..." She glanced at dad. "If it means I can see my niece of course." She paused and added, "And I have seven babysitters at my disposal, what more could a single mother ask for?"
I cocked my head slightly, as she hugged the life out of me. Single? Last time I seen her, she was happily married. I let it go, and hugged her back.
Aunt M settled us in. We were all in her guest room, by dad's suggestion. He didn't want us split. To much of Aunties disapprovement, she let it happen. "I swear to god, if I find a guy in bed with a girl," I had heard her mumble under her breathe. The seven of us claimed our beds, by tossing our bags on them In the room, there were two fold out couches, a blow up mattress on the floor and a recliner. Unfortunately, Auntie wasn't going to get what she wanted. One of us would ultimately end up in the same bed as a boy. All of us actually, but she had nothing to worry about. It had been like this for two years, and nothing happened. Nothing that she was expecting.
"This is you?" Tenna laughed at the frame in her hand. I snarled at her, then laughed. A picture that they had taken of me, when I so graciously, and girlily, had my dress flipped up over my head. I do believe I was three at the time, and loved giving dad and mom a hard time about putting me in a dress. I just wouldn't stand for it.
"Yes, that would be me." I admitted, dramatically. Rider took the frame from her, and laughed loudly. "Okay, can we stop with the embarrassing pictures of Moira now, Auntie. A girl can only take so much." I begged. Auntie had whipped out the old photo albums and pictures the second we had all sat down. I guess mom had given her all of our stuff for safe keeping when the first wave was released. The ten of us squished into the living room. Austin, Cally and Preston were sandwiched onto the 'love seat.' Tenna, Noah and Rider were on the bigger couch with auntie, and Kaci. I was currently squishing dad, as the two of us sat on the recliner.
"No, no. I like this idea." Noah smirked, flipping the page in the photo album he was looking in. Tenna pointed at another picture, smiling. I dropped my face into my hand and grumbled.
Aunt Mary K finally put an end to it by saying, "You're all skin and bones. Why don't I go whip something up for dinner." If she hadn't been my aunt, and had been fifteen or so years younger, I'm sure the guys would have kissed her. We hadn't really had a decent meal in months. Every week or so, someone from the Charter would pop food in for us, wherever we were. Mostly it was just things that didn't have to be heated, or that could be heated using the fireplace. "Hunter, care to help?" Dad shifted under me, making me stand. I squeezed his hand, and sat back down.
"Ok, now this is too cute." Tenna laughed at another picture of me. My first memory as a kid. I was three, and dad had made me mad. I had pinned him on the floor, and was standing on his stomach with my arms crossed. Of course he was letting me win, but I'm sure I didn't know that at the time. I rolled my eyes, and for some reason they landed on Cally. She seemed to be in some sort of funk. I couldn't exactly tell what she was feeling either. That was different.
"Alright, as cute as Moira is, I've had enough of pictures." Cally said acidly. Austin and Preston looked at her.
"Okay miss priss. What's up your ass?" Rider piped in. Leave it to Rider to get right in there. "You've been a snob since we got here."
"Nothing." she replied quietly.
Dad came in and leaned on the door jam. "Mary K said there's a TV in the basement. Movies are in the cupboard down there. You have enough time to watch a film before dinner is ready." He had barely spit it out, when all the guys went running. Auntie had given us the brief tour of the house, before we had settled down here. Tenna gracefully unfolded herself from the couch, and followed the guys, Cally on her heels. I held back, staying in my chair. "What's the matter, Moira?" I looked at dad and tried to smile. "What's that?" He came closer and looked in my hands. A picture of him, me and mom. Three years ago. I missed mom. What had it been, six months? "I know you miss her doll, but we can't do anything. Not for a while. It's too dangerous."
"Yea I know. It just sucks." Dad hugged me, letting the picture fall. We stayed like that until Kaci came crawling in to the room.
"This is sooo good." Preston shoved another spoon full of potatoes in his mouth. We were sitting oddly in the kitchen. Since auntie's table was really only made for six, there weren't enough chairs. Noah and I had managed to find a few more in the attic, and dragged them down.
"Thank you...wow, okay this is going to be hard. What's your name again." Auntie looked at Preston, who at the moment, had a full mouth. Kaci clapped her hands on her highchair 'table.' Auntie fed her another spoon full.
"Preston." Tenna filled in. Dinner went rather smoothly. But the time we had all finished up, there wasn't a crumb left on any plate. Rider and I volunteered to do the dishes, while everyone else was getting ready for bed. When we were finished, we made our way upstairs.
"Cally, what is wrong with you? Stop moving." Austin sighed. The lights were flicked on burning my sleepy eyes. "And don't bloody 'nothing' me either."
"Does anyone else find it weird that all this is Moira?" I widened my eyes. "Moira's dad, Moira's aunt. Moira this, Moira that. We're getting the crap end of this deal." I was shaking in anger now, still pretending to be sleeping. "Why is that do you think? Favoritism from the Charter, because her dad started it, that's what I say."
"Cally, why don't you just shut up. Yes, it is her aunt and her dad's place, but it's your fault we're here in the first place. If you hadn't pissed Moira off, we'd still be back wherever we were before. Rotting." Rider growled. I couldn't tell if he was defending me or shooting me down.
I felt Noah sit up beside me. "Would you all just shut it? Cally, who's place were we at two months ago? Yours. Rider, three weeks ago? Your grandparents. Where you both seen your whole family." Sitting up quickly, I grabbed my pillow, and pack.
"Next time you should make sure I'm asleep before you all start talking about me." I wrenched the door open, and made my way downstairs. There was no way I could have held my temper, and magick, if I was in the same room as Cally, and I didn't want dad to have to move us again because of it. I wanted my find my dad, but this house was too big, and I was too mad to cast my senses, so I settled on the floor in the basement. I was too revved up to sleep, I knew, so I pulled my oldest book of shadows out and read the first entry in it.
~~I met the 'boom' today. We're on the run. Ciaran MacEwan is sending dark waves after the seven of us. In a way its kinda ironic. My biological grandfather, is trying to kill the granddaughter he doesn't know he has.
I was the first part of the boom to arrive here. Somewhere in the south of England. After myself, a boy named Noah showed up. Dad had told me about him. He was my other part Woodbane, and I was his last part Wyndenkell. Maybe that's the reason that I like him the best out of them all. He's short for his age, only a few inches taller than me. He's anything but obnoxious. Brown, choppy hair, and olive green eyes, with a patch of freckles dusted across his dark complexion. He was freaked out about what was going on, and he knew that it was my blood after us. Somehow, he didn't seem to care.
Tenna showed up next. A tiny girl, with extremely long, mocha colored hair, and eyes to match. Sweet as possible in our situation. She smiled brightly at Noah and I when she came in. She was quiet, I could sense it, but she seemed to want to get the bad funk out of the air, so the three of us diverged ourselves in a share-around. Tenna was the youngest of five children, and somehow she had ended up the most powerful of them all. She, like the seven of us, was fourteen, born on October 31st, and the only girl in her family. Her mom had died in a car accident a few years after she was born.
The air changed the second Rider Goheart stepped in. Right away, I could tell he was the life of the party, the guy that gets right in there. Within being around him for five minutes, I picked up on habits of his. He loved to smirk, showing his white teeth and he ran his hand through his wavy, caramel-colored hair at least fifteen times.
Austin and Preston were dropped at the same time. From what I can tell, they're both good guys. Both short, copper hair and blue eyes. Both rather tall. Preston, I think, is already 5'5 and hadn't hit his growth spurt yet.
I knew I wouldn't like her. It was the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she flounced into the room like she owned the place. She tossed her dark, short hair over her shoulder, and grinned like she was the star of the show. She flirted with the guys instantly, and I had to laugh when all four shot her down. She scowled at me, and spat in my direction. She knew who I was, and this was all to be blamed on me. ~~
Nothing's really changed. I'm still the closest to Noah. He's the brother, mom never had a chance to have. We got along just like that.
"Night Moira." Noah curled up on the floor beside me, throwing a blanket over us. Just like him to come after me.
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"Wait, you know her?" Cally growled.
I stuttered for a second. "She's my cousin."
"So where are these kids, Hunter." My head snapped towards the vice. "There they are." There stood my aunt, who I hadn't seen since the beginning of this mess.
"Auntie! We're at your house?!" I exclaimed. Both she and dad were nodding. "And your okay with having seven full blown blood witches in your house?" Auntie was exactly supportive of our ways. She never had been for mom either.
"Well..." She glanced at dad. "If it means I can see my niece of course." She paused and added, "And I have seven babysitters at my disposal, what more could a single mother ask for?"
I cocked my head slightly, as she hugged the life out of me. Single? Last time I seen her, she was happily married. I let it go, and hugged her back.
Aunt M settled us in. We were all in her guest room, by dad's suggestion. He didn't want us split. To much of Aunties disapprovement, she let it happen. "I swear to god, if I find a guy in bed with a girl," I had heard her mumble under her breathe. The seven of us claimed our beds, by tossing our bags on them In the room, there were two fold out couches, a blow up mattress on the floor and a recliner. Unfortunately, Auntie wasn't going to get what she wanted. One of us would ultimately end up in the same bed as a boy. All of us actually, but she had nothing to worry about. It had been like this for two years, and nothing happened. Nothing that she was expecting.
"This is you?" Tenna laughed at the frame in her hand. I snarled at her, then laughed. A picture that they had taken of me, when I so graciously, and girlily, had my dress flipped up over my head. I do believe I was three at the time, and loved giving dad and mom a hard time about putting me in a dress. I just wouldn't stand for it.
"Yes, that would be me." I admitted, dramatically. Rider took the frame from her, and laughed loudly. "Okay, can we stop with the embarrassing pictures of Moira now, Auntie. A girl can only take so much." I begged. Auntie had whipped out the old photo albums and pictures the second we had all sat down. I guess mom had given her all of our stuff for safe keeping when the first wave was released. The ten of us squished into the living room. Austin, Cally and Preston were sandwiched onto the 'love seat.' Tenna, Noah and Rider were on the bigger couch with auntie, and Kaci. I was currently squishing dad, as the two of us sat on the recliner.
"No, no. I like this idea." Noah smirked, flipping the page in the photo album he was looking in. Tenna pointed at another picture, smiling. I dropped my face into my hand and grumbled.
Aunt Mary K finally put an end to it by saying, "You're all skin and bones. Why don't I go whip something up for dinner." If she hadn't been my aunt, and had been fifteen or so years younger, I'm sure the guys would have kissed her. We hadn't really had a decent meal in months. Every week or so, someone from the Charter would pop food in for us, wherever we were. Mostly it was just things that didn't have to be heated, or that could be heated using the fireplace. "Hunter, care to help?" Dad shifted under me, making me stand. I squeezed his hand, and sat back down.
"Ok, now this is too cute." Tenna laughed at another picture of me. My first memory as a kid. I was three, and dad had made me mad. I had pinned him on the floor, and was standing on his stomach with my arms crossed. Of course he was letting me win, but I'm sure I didn't know that at the time. I rolled my eyes, and for some reason they landed on Cally. She seemed to be in some sort of funk. I couldn't exactly tell what she was feeling either. That was different.
"Alright, as cute as Moira is, I've had enough of pictures." Cally said acidly. Austin and Preston looked at her.
"Okay miss priss. What's up your ass?" Rider piped in. Leave it to Rider to get right in there. "You've been a snob since we got here."
"Nothing." she replied quietly.
Dad came in and leaned on the door jam. "Mary K said there's a TV in the basement. Movies are in the cupboard down there. You have enough time to watch a film before dinner is ready." He had barely spit it out, when all the guys went running. Auntie had given us the brief tour of the house, before we had settled down here. Tenna gracefully unfolded herself from the couch, and followed the guys, Cally on her heels. I held back, staying in my chair. "What's the matter, Moira?" I looked at dad and tried to smile. "What's that?" He came closer and looked in my hands. A picture of him, me and mom. Three years ago. I missed mom. What had it been, six months? "I know you miss her doll, but we can't do anything. Not for a while. It's too dangerous."
"Yea I know. It just sucks." Dad hugged me, letting the picture fall. We stayed like that until Kaci came crawling in to the room.
"This is sooo good." Preston shoved another spoon full of potatoes in his mouth. We were sitting oddly in the kitchen. Since auntie's table was really only made for six, there weren't enough chairs. Noah and I had managed to find a few more in the attic, and dragged them down.
"Thank you...wow, okay this is going to be hard. What's your name again." Auntie looked at Preston, who at the moment, had a full mouth. Kaci clapped her hands on her highchair 'table.' Auntie fed her another spoon full.
"Preston." Tenna filled in. Dinner went rather smoothly. But the time we had all finished up, there wasn't a crumb left on any plate. Rider and I volunteered to do the dishes, while everyone else was getting ready for bed. When we were finished, we made our way upstairs.
"Cally, what is wrong with you? Stop moving." Austin sighed. The lights were flicked on burning my sleepy eyes. "And don't bloody 'nothing' me either."
"Does anyone else find it weird that all this is Moira?" I widened my eyes. "Moira's dad, Moira's aunt. Moira this, Moira that. We're getting the crap end of this deal." I was shaking in anger now, still pretending to be sleeping. "Why is that do you think? Favoritism from the Charter, because her dad started it, that's what I say."
"Cally, why don't you just shut up. Yes, it is her aunt and her dad's place, but it's your fault we're here in the first place. If you hadn't pissed Moira off, we'd still be back wherever we were before. Rotting." Rider growled. I couldn't tell if he was defending me or shooting me down.
I felt Noah sit up beside me. "Would you all just shut it? Cally, who's place were we at two months ago? Yours. Rider, three weeks ago? Your grandparents. Where you both seen your whole family." Sitting up quickly, I grabbed my pillow, and pack.
"Next time you should make sure I'm asleep before you all start talking about me." I wrenched the door open, and made my way downstairs. There was no way I could have held my temper, and magick, if I was in the same room as Cally, and I didn't want dad to have to move us again because of it. I wanted my find my dad, but this house was too big, and I was too mad to cast my senses, so I settled on the floor in the basement. I was too revved up to sleep, I knew, so I pulled my oldest book of shadows out and read the first entry in it.
~~I met the 'boom' today. We're on the run. Ciaran MacEwan is sending dark waves after the seven of us. In a way its kinda ironic. My biological grandfather, is trying to kill the granddaughter he doesn't know he has.
I was the first part of the boom to arrive here. Somewhere in the south of England. After myself, a boy named Noah showed up. Dad had told me about him. He was my other part Woodbane, and I was his last part Wyndenkell. Maybe that's the reason that I like him the best out of them all. He's short for his age, only a few inches taller than me. He's anything but obnoxious. Brown, choppy hair, and olive green eyes, with a patch of freckles dusted across his dark complexion. He was freaked out about what was going on, and he knew that it was my blood after us. Somehow, he didn't seem to care.
Tenna showed up next. A tiny girl, with extremely long, mocha colored hair, and eyes to match. Sweet as possible in our situation. She smiled brightly at Noah and I when she came in. She was quiet, I could sense it, but she seemed to want to get the bad funk out of the air, so the three of us diverged ourselves in a share-around. Tenna was the youngest of five children, and somehow she had ended up the most powerful of them all. She, like the seven of us, was fourteen, born on October 31st, and the only girl in her family. Her mom had died in a car accident a few years after she was born.
The air changed the second Rider Goheart stepped in. Right away, I could tell he was the life of the party, the guy that gets right in there. Within being around him for five minutes, I picked up on habits of his. He loved to smirk, showing his white teeth and he ran his hand through his wavy, caramel-colored hair at least fifteen times.
Austin and Preston were dropped at the same time. From what I can tell, they're both good guys. Both short, copper hair and blue eyes. Both rather tall. Preston, I think, is already 5'5 and hadn't hit his growth spurt yet.
I knew I wouldn't like her. It was the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she flounced into the room like she owned the place. She tossed her dark, short hair over her shoulder, and grinned like she was the star of the show. She flirted with the guys instantly, and I had to laugh when all four shot her down. She scowled at me, and spat in my direction. She knew who I was, and this was all to be blamed on me. ~~
Nothing's really changed. I'm still the closest to Noah. He's the brother, mom never had a chance to have. We got along just like that.
"Night Moira." Noah curled up on the floor beside me, throwing a blanket over us. Just like him to come after me.
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