UNDER YOUR SPELL
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Okay... this was meant to be a depressing story, but while I was writing this, I was listening to music from Final Fantasy X (those who haven't played the game should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves...() and the song was called: rikku no teimu, which roughly translates into Rikku's theme. It's soooo happy! SO this chapter is my fluff chapter. Everyone has to have one of those.
Thankyou to:
Princess Elspeth: Thanks a bunch. You know how much your reviewing means to me.
Winter-Raven: Thankyou so much. It's so great to know I have people who keep looking at my work *wipes tears from eyes*. You're great, you know that?
Saz: Aggh! I'm running out of nice things to say! Just kidding. I'll never stop saying nice things to you guys. Yes, Morgan's wings were still there when her family was there. And don't ask me why the didn't run around going: "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH MORGAN'S GOT WINGS!!" I dunno. But thanks for reviewing! It's so cool of you!
Kiss Up: First of all, I'm so proud that you actually mentioned my story to someone else. Thankyou. It obviously shows you like the story then *smiles*.
Carla: You're Kiss Up's friend?? Thankyou also, for taking the time to actually look at this. It's great *Blows kisses*.
Anetka: I thank you enough at school, but I'll thank you again. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU
Maddy: You're such a great friend, Maddy. I love you. You've supported me and I feel like I can do anything. *sorry, I'm listening to my favourite piece of music and I'm all happy.* Love you!
Darke MacEwan Witch: You're signed?!?! Oh... poo! I would have checked out your stories if I'd noticed that while I was on the net... oh well... Yes, Morgan is a vampire. My obsession with Buffy is coming out! No, seriously, she's sort of a vampire cross a demon thing. Let's just call her fluffy. But on a more serious note, thankyou for reviewing and reading my story!
Soda Pop33: What a cool name!! Sorry, I just love your name, it's so cool! Tee hee... Don't ask me who brought Morgan back, because I'm trying to figure the damn thing out myself!! Thankyou for reviewing, it means so much to me.
In_awe_of_you: Claire, Claire, Claire... what to say about you? Geez girl, I love you so much!! Thankyou for being here and supporting me this year, it's absolutely fantastic. I'm so glad I came to our High school, because I was actually going to another one. But I'm glad I came to ours, because I met you. BTW: keep working at You-know-who!! Love you.
Dream Seeker: Do you wonder why I save you for last? Because then, the other reviewers won't get bored with me rattling on about how wonderful you are. I haven't got around to writing a certain e-mail for you, so I'll just ask you now, and e-mail me and let me know. Once you've finished your story (and I've finished mine), would you like to write a fic with me? I'd love it if you would like to, and please let me know ASAP. Thankyou so much for all your reviewing, and when you asked me if I'd believe you if you said you were a freshman, I do. Because I am too! Although, we don't use those terms over in Australia. I'm just a Year 8. You're great. Thankyou so much for absolutely everything.
To anyone else, if I haven't put you down as a thankyou, I owe you lots and lots of Golden Stars. Just kidding. Thankyou to all who reviewed, I mean it. I love you guys.
--Dancing With Lightning
Hush
Morgan lay in her old bed, unmoving, staring up at the ceiling as Mary K hesitantly dabbed at her chin with a wet cloth, removing the blood.
"Morgan?"
She slowly looked over at the door. Her mother was holding the phone.
"Are you all right with a few visitors?"
Morgan looked back at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Mary Grace disappeared from sight.
Mary K threw herself on her sister. "Don't cry! We love you!! It'll be okay!!!"
Morgan smiled, and ran a hand through her sister's hair. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Except now that I'm the older sister!!"
"What?" Morgan sat up, and was immediately come over with a wave of dizziness. "How long have I been gone?"
"Five years," Mary K said, shaking her head. "It's gone by so fast..."
The funny thing was, Morgan didn't seem to care about the fact that she'd been dead for five years, it was the fact that Mary K was older that seemed to bother her.
Morgan heard a car pull up in front of the house and lay back down, moaning. Mary K promptly stood up and trotted to her rooms, coming back with an armful of clothing. She threw the bundle on the floor and started picking through it. Pulling out a white skirt and a pink shirt, she passed them to her sister, along with a new pack of underwear.
"They were for me," she explained. "But you really need them more than me at the moment. Undies that are five years old? Puh-lease—ouch!!"
Morgan had swiftly aimed a throw with a cushion at her sister's head.
Cackling gleefully, she pulled on the underwear, making her sister turn around, then the skirt and the shirt. The shirt was a pale pink linen, and was soft against her skin. The skirt, however, was woollen and warm. A perfect match for a cool night like this. Greeting were heard downstairs, and Mary K attacked her sister's face with a little make-up. Morgan examined herself in the mirror.
Her eyes looked clearer, her mouth fuller, and her cheeks rosy. But she still looked like crap, not to put a too finer point on it. Oh well...
Then Mary K brushed her sister's hair and took her hand, leading her downstairs, to see Robbie, Bree, Jessica and Morgan Gurevitch.
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Hunter and Saebryn got off the plane, looking around at New York.
"And why are we going to this Widow's Vale place?" Saebryn asked.
"Because I want to check something out."
"You don't work for the council anymore! It disbanded! So why are you going?!"
Hunter took his luggage from a man with a smile, then headed outside to wave for a taxi. "I may not work for them anymore, but the new Council hat's around wanted me to check it out. There was a major power surge over a here a couple of days ago, and I want to see what it was."
Saebryn gathered her luggage and ran to where Hunter was waving down a taxi, nearly tripping over her dress. He helped the driver put them into the boot, then got in the backseat with Saebryn.
"Widow's Vale, if you don't mind."
"Fine, sir. We'll be there in a few hours. Just sit back and relax."
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Morgan sat on the den carpet, playing with Little Morgan and Jessica. "What nickname shall we give Morgan?" the older one asked, tickling Morgan Jr.
"I know! I'll call her Angel. That was my nickname a matter of days ago. Okay Angel?"
The almost three-year-old grinned at Morgan. "Kaykaykay!!!"
Morgan smiled, then gave Angel a hug. "You're beautiful, Angel."
"Thanks, Aunty Morgie!!"
Jessica laughed and clapped her hands: Buffy the Vampire Slayer had just come on the television, and Spike was talking to Buffy.
"Have a bit of a crush on Spike, do we?" Bree asked Jessica from the doorway. She nodded, smiling.
Bree came and sat next to Morgan, wrapping an arm around her best friend's shoulders.
"I missed you, you know that, hon?"
Morgan leaned into her friend. "I missed you more. I was able to watch you, and it hurt me more to watch, but I just couldn't keep my eyes from the mirror."
Bree kissed her forehead. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters."
"Hey, you two. Having a snugly moment?" Robbie stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe.
Morgan got up and hugged her other best friend.
"Do you know what a treat it is to see you two together?" she whispered in his ear.
He laughed. "I'm living the treat, sweetie."
Bree, Robbie and Morgan sat on the couch, watching the children play with each other. Then Bree looked at Morgan.
"So, how have you been?"
Morgan smiled. "I've been-"
"Aunty Morgie! Aunty Morgie! Watch me!!! WATCH ME, AUNTY MORGIE!!"
With a laugh, Morgan, Bree and Robbie turned to watch the two girls.
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"Here you are Mr and Mrs Niall."
Hunter and Saebryn got out of the car and Hunter walked up the driveway as Saebryn paid the driver and helped him get their luggage out of the taxi. He walked past a big, submarine-like car and smiled.
'I wish you were here, Morgan,' he thought. 'Life would be so different for me if you were here...'
"Aunty Morgie!! WATCH ME!!!"
He frowned. Aunty who? And who was that child screaming from inside the Rowlands' house? Mary K was only nineteen, it wasn't possible that she was stupid enough to have a child yet... he'd just have to wait and find out.
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Knock, knock, knock.
"I'LL GET IT!!!" Angel threw herself at the door, but Morgan caught her up and swung her around in the air, causing the younger girl to scream with delight. Jessica tugged on Morgan's skirt.
"Me too!!!"
Mary K ran to answer the door as Morgan put Angel down and picked Jessica up, twirling her around.
"Umm... is that you, Mary K?"
Mary K's mouth dropped open, unnoticed by Morgan, Bree, Robbie, or any of the other Rowlands'.
As Morgan put Jessica down, the girls screamed to go again.
"In a few minutes," Morgan panted. "You girls are heavy, and Aunty Morgan's getting dizzy now."
The girls laughed and began chasing each other around the den. Meanwhile, Mary K was still standing at the door with her mouth hanging open.
Morgan finally noticed her sister.
"Mary K? Are you all right?"
She stood up and walked to the door, poking her head around to see a tall figure with golden hair and green eyes.
It wasn't long before she realised she was fainting.
'Eeeshh,' she thought, annoyed. 'I've had enough sleeping!'
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Morgan coughed. Someone was waving smelling salts and two things were jumping on her stomach, screaming:
"WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!!!"
Then the two somethings, which turned out to be Jessica and Angel, were grabbed off her stomach. Morgan opened her eyes and looked up into Hunter's green eyes.
Then she screamed.
Hunter stood up, taking Morgan's wrist gently and pulling her up, also. She backed into Bree, who immediately put a protective arm around her best friend's shoulder.
"Hunter? What in the name of all the Goddesses and Gods are you doing here? And who's she?"
Hunter ran a hand through his blonde hair. "What I'm doing here doesn't matter. What are you doing here??"
"I live here," Morgan stated.
Now Hunter was confused. What was going on? Why was Morgan here? Had she never died in the first place? What was she doing here?
Morgan smiled. "Something brought me back from the dead."
"That's what it was!!" a red-headed woman exclaimed from her leaning position against the wall. "That's what the power surge was, the other day!!"
"Who are you?" Morgan asked.
Bree put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Morgan, Hunter got married a few months ago."
"WHAT?!?!"
A/N: Okay... this was meant to be a depressing story, but while I was writing this, I was listening to music from Final Fantasy X (those who haven't played the game should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves...() and the song was called: rikku no teimu, which roughly translates into Rikku's theme. It's soooo happy! SO this chapter is my fluff chapter. Everyone has to have one of those.
Thankyou to:
Princess Elspeth: Thanks a bunch. You know how much your reviewing means to me.
Winter-Raven: Thankyou so much. It's so great to know I have people who keep looking at my work *wipes tears from eyes*. You're great, you know that?
Saz: Aggh! I'm running out of nice things to say! Just kidding. I'll never stop saying nice things to you guys. Yes, Morgan's wings were still there when her family was there. And don't ask me why the didn't run around going: "AHHH AHHHH AHHHH MORGAN'S GOT WINGS!!" I dunno. But thanks for reviewing! It's so cool of you!
Kiss Up: First of all, I'm so proud that you actually mentioned my story to someone else. Thankyou. It obviously shows you like the story then *smiles*.
Carla: You're Kiss Up's friend?? Thankyou also, for taking the time to actually look at this. It's great *Blows kisses*.
Anetka: I thank you enough at school, but I'll thank you again. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU
Maddy: You're such a great friend, Maddy. I love you. You've supported me and I feel like I can do anything. *sorry, I'm listening to my favourite piece of music and I'm all happy.* Love you!
Darke MacEwan Witch: You're signed?!?! Oh... poo! I would have checked out your stories if I'd noticed that while I was on the net... oh well... Yes, Morgan is a vampire. My obsession with Buffy is coming out! No, seriously, she's sort of a vampire cross a demon thing. Let's just call her fluffy. But on a more serious note, thankyou for reviewing and reading my story!
Soda Pop33: What a cool name!! Sorry, I just love your name, it's so cool! Tee hee... Don't ask me who brought Morgan back, because I'm trying to figure the damn thing out myself!! Thankyou for reviewing, it means so much to me.
In_awe_of_you: Claire, Claire, Claire... what to say about you? Geez girl, I love you so much!! Thankyou for being here and supporting me this year, it's absolutely fantastic. I'm so glad I came to our High school, because I was actually going to another one. But I'm glad I came to ours, because I met you. BTW: keep working at You-know-who!! Love you.
Dream Seeker: Do you wonder why I save you for last? Because then, the other reviewers won't get bored with me rattling on about how wonderful you are. I haven't got around to writing a certain e-mail for you, so I'll just ask you now, and e-mail me and let me know. Once you've finished your story (and I've finished mine), would you like to write a fic with me? I'd love it if you would like to, and please let me know ASAP. Thankyou so much for all your reviewing, and when you asked me if I'd believe you if you said you were a freshman, I do. Because I am too! Although, we don't use those terms over in Australia. I'm just a Year 8. You're great. Thankyou so much for absolutely everything.
To anyone else, if I haven't put you down as a thankyou, I owe you lots and lots of Golden Stars. Just kidding. Thankyou to all who reviewed, I mean it. I love you guys.
--Dancing With Lightning
Hush
Morgan lay in her old bed, unmoving, staring up at the ceiling as Mary K hesitantly dabbed at her chin with a wet cloth, removing the blood.
"Morgan?"
She slowly looked over at the door. Her mother was holding the phone.
"Are you all right with a few visitors?"
Morgan looked back at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Mary Grace disappeared from sight.
Mary K threw herself on her sister. "Don't cry! We love you!! It'll be okay!!!"
Morgan smiled, and ran a hand through her sister's hair. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Except now that I'm the older sister!!"
"What?" Morgan sat up, and was immediately come over with a wave of dizziness. "How long have I been gone?"
"Five years," Mary K said, shaking her head. "It's gone by so fast..."
The funny thing was, Morgan didn't seem to care about the fact that she'd been dead for five years, it was the fact that Mary K was older that seemed to bother her.
Morgan heard a car pull up in front of the house and lay back down, moaning. Mary K promptly stood up and trotted to her rooms, coming back with an armful of clothing. She threw the bundle on the floor and started picking through it. Pulling out a white skirt and a pink shirt, she passed them to her sister, along with a new pack of underwear.
"They were for me," she explained. "But you really need them more than me at the moment. Undies that are five years old? Puh-lease—ouch!!"
Morgan had swiftly aimed a throw with a cushion at her sister's head.
Cackling gleefully, she pulled on the underwear, making her sister turn around, then the skirt and the shirt. The shirt was a pale pink linen, and was soft against her skin. The skirt, however, was woollen and warm. A perfect match for a cool night like this. Greeting were heard downstairs, and Mary K attacked her sister's face with a little make-up. Morgan examined herself in the mirror.
Her eyes looked clearer, her mouth fuller, and her cheeks rosy. But she still looked like crap, not to put a too finer point on it. Oh well...
Then Mary K brushed her sister's hair and took her hand, leading her downstairs, to see Robbie, Bree, Jessica and Morgan Gurevitch.
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Hunter and Saebryn got off the plane, looking around at New York.
"And why are we going to this Widow's Vale place?" Saebryn asked.
"Because I want to check something out."
"You don't work for the council anymore! It disbanded! So why are you going?!"
Hunter took his luggage from a man with a smile, then headed outside to wave for a taxi. "I may not work for them anymore, but the new Council hat's around wanted me to check it out. There was a major power surge over a here a couple of days ago, and I want to see what it was."
Saebryn gathered her luggage and ran to where Hunter was waving down a taxi, nearly tripping over her dress. He helped the driver put them into the boot, then got in the backseat with Saebryn.
"Widow's Vale, if you don't mind."
"Fine, sir. We'll be there in a few hours. Just sit back and relax."
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Morgan sat on the den carpet, playing with Little Morgan and Jessica. "What nickname shall we give Morgan?" the older one asked, tickling Morgan Jr.
"I know! I'll call her Angel. That was my nickname a matter of days ago. Okay Angel?"
The almost three-year-old grinned at Morgan. "Kaykaykay!!!"
Morgan smiled, then gave Angel a hug. "You're beautiful, Angel."
"Thanks, Aunty Morgie!!"
Jessica laughed and clapped her hands: Buffy the Vampire Slayer had just come on the television, and Spike was talking to Buffy.
"Have a bit of a crush on Spike, do we?" Bree asked Jessica from the doorway. She nodded, smiling.
Bree came and sat next to Morgan, wrapping an arm around her best friend's shoulders.
"I missed you, you know that, hon?"
Morgan leaned into her friend. "I missed you more. I was able to watch you, and it hurt me more to watch, but I just couldn't keep my eyes from the mirror."
Bree kissed her forehead. "But you're here now, and that's all that matters."
"Hey, you two. Having a snugly moment?" Robbie stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe.
Morgan got up and hugged her other best friend.
"Do you know what a treat it is to see you two together?" she whispered in his ear.
He laughed. "I'm living the treat, sweetie."
Bree, Robbie and Morgan sat on the couch, watching the children play with each other. Then Bree looked at Morgan.
"So, how have you been?"
Morgan smiled. "I've been-"
"Aunty Morgie! Aunty Morgie! Watch me!!! WATCH ME, AUNTY MORGIE!!"
With a laugh, Morgan, Bree and Robbie turned to watch the two girls.
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"Here you are Mr and Mrs Niall."
Hunter and Saebryn got out of the car and Hunter walked up the driveway as Saebryn paid the driver and helped him get their luggage out of the taxi. He walked past a big, submarine-like car and smiled.
'I wish you were here, Morgan,' he thought. 'Life would be so different for me if you were here...'
"Aunty Morgie!! WATCH ME!!!"
He frowned. Aunty who? And who was that child screaming from inside the Rowlands' house? Mary K was only nineteen, it wasn't possible that she was stupid enough to have a child yet... he'd just have to wait and find out.
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Knock, knock, knock.
"I'LL GET IT!!!" Angel threw herself at the door, but Morgan caught her up and swung her around in the air, causing the younger girl to scream with delight. Jessica tugged on Morgan's skirt.
"Me too!!!"
Mary K ran to answer the door as Morgan put Angel down and picked Jessica up, twirling her around.
"Umm... is that you, Mary K?"
Mary K's mouth dropped open, unnoticed by Morgan, Bree, Robbie, or any of the other Rowlands'.
As Morgan put Jessica down, the girls screamed to go again.
"In a few minutes," Morgan panted. "You girls are heavy, and Aunty Morgan's getting dizzy now."
The girls laughed and began chasing each other around the den. Meanwhile, Mary K was still standing at the door with her mouth hanging open.
Morgan finally noticed her sister.
"Mary K? Are you all right?"
She stood up and walked to the door, poking her head around to see a tall figure with golden hair and green eyes.
It wasn't long before she realised she was fainting.
'Eeeshh,' she thought, annoyed. 'I've had enough sleeping!'
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Morgan coughed. Someone was waving smelling salts and two things were jumping on her stomach, screaming:
"WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUP!!!"
Then the two somethings, which turned out to be Jessica and Angel, were grabbed off her stomach. Morgan opened her eyes and looked up into Hunter's green eyes.
Then she screamed.
Hunter stood up, taking Morgan's wrist gently and pulling her up, also. She backed into Bree, who immediately put a protective arm around her best friend's shoulder.
"Hunter? What in the name of all the Goddesses and Gods are you doing here? And who's she?"
Hunter ran a hand through his blonde hair. "What I'm doing here doesn't matter. What are you doing here??"
"I live here," Morgan stated.
Now Hunter was confused. What was going on? Why was Morgan here? Had she never died in the first place? What was she doing here?
Morgan smiled. "Something brought me back from the dead."
"That's what it was!!" a red-headed woman exclaimed from her leaning position against the wall. "That's what the power surge was, the other day!!"
"Who are you?" Morgan asked.
Bree put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Morgan, Hunter got married a few months ago."
"WHAT?!?!"