UNDER YOUR SPELL
--Dancing With Lightning
A/N: Okay, this time I mean that Under Your Spell is drawing to a close. This will mostly likely be the second to last chapter, because after this is an epilogue. Tell me if you want a sequel though. Just a thing: Excuse the bit of 'not very nice' speech I use in this, I usually don't put 'naughty words' in my stories, but it just seemed appropriate. BTW, don't ask me how she flew to the ocean, let's just say there's a big lake-ocean-y thingy near Widow's Vale. I won't talk much; I'll let you get on with the fic. But with the epilogue, there won't be an author's note at the beginning; it will be at the end. So I can make it nice and long, yeah? Anyway, enjoy!
Thanks to all who reviewed. I will thank you guys again!!
--Dancing With Lightning
This Is My Story
Time passed so quickly, and Morgan realised it was ten years since she died, which meant she's been alive for five. It seemed so strange, because she was going to a wedding of her sister's, and Mary K had chosen Morgan to be her 'Maid Of Honour'. Alisa and another friend of Mary K's from work were bridesmaids, and Bree and Robbie's daughters were the flower girls. Morgan tugged at the back of her dress, feeling the tight fabric bind her chest.
"Couldn't get anything tighter, Mary K?" she asked sarcastically.
Her sister laughed, looking beautiful in her white wedding dress. "You should get married too, Morgan."
Morgan shook her head. "Hunter's married," she said simply. "He's the only one I'd ever consider choosing."
Mary K nodded, then hugged her sister. "Well, let's get this over and done with, then."
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After the wedding, there was a big dinner, and everyone went home, Mary K and her husband to pack for their honeymoon, which they were taking in Paris. Morgan went home with Hunter for a while, and sat down with his family to have some tea. Everyone was exhausted. They just sipped in silence for a while, before Hunter said,
"So, when's the next wedding?"
Sky blushed, as did Morgan. "I probably won't be getting married," Morgan said lightly. "I just like how I am."
Sky nodded. "Anyway, are they allowing gay couples to marry, because if they are..."
Everyone laughed, and Morgan stood up, brushing off her jeans. "I should probably go."
Hunter followed to the door, and took her arm before she went. "I already feel bad," he murmured. "You do know if circumstances were different..."
"I do know," Morgan reassured him. "But sometimes, Hunter, you just have to face the big, fat truth. Circumstances aren't different, and they never will be. It's too late to apologise, Hunter, that was five years ago. I've moved on, and so you should have too."
He nodded, gave her a hug, and watched her walk out to her car.
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Morgan sat at home for a while, watching television with Mary Grace and Sean, before she decided to go for a walk. Grabbing her coat, she walked out of the house and down the street, her hands buried in her pockets to keep them warm on the cool night.
She always walked this way, but tonight she decided to turn left, instead of right at an intersection. Within a few minutes, she was walking through some fields with trees and flowers brushing her legs and face. A cool wind blew past her and she shivered, drawing her coat closer around her.
"Cold, Morgan?"
Morgan spun around, coming face to face with Jonathan. "Not you again."
He smiled. "Do you know how long it's taken me to track you down, Rowlands? I've been looking for you for years."
"Really? I haven't given you a second thought."
He grabbed her neck and squeezed; Morgan began gasping for air, clawing at his throat. She let the other hand drop to her coat pocket as he lifted her into the air. "Hm. You're just a human now. Yet... a human without magick."
Morgan pulled the box out oh her pocket, the little black wooden one, and let it fall to the ground.
The lid clattered open.
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It was so different for Morgan now, she felt so much more energised. She wove in and out of trees, throwing spells at Jonathan as he threw them back. Then she remembered:
"It's a special potion that will only make you turn into a demon when you want to. Then you don't have to hide."
Morgan knelt down in some bushes and concentrated. It was just like shape- changing, really. Within minutes she was speeding upwards from her cover of bushes and dodging his spells, doing a complicated sort of dance in the air, as she spun and threw spells, and also avoided his. Morgan dived into a cluster of trees, and she heard him sigh.
"Where can you be, oh Nárauko? What are you?"
She rolled out of the tree and landed gracefully on the ground.
"I can be whatever you're afraid of, Jonathan. I can get inside your mind and take control, I can make you wish for things you don't want to. And you know why that is? Not because I've got the power of Belwicket behind me, not because I am a demon... because I have control."
She took his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder, placing a foot on top of his chest, making him unable to get up. He struggled, but she kept her foot to his chest.
He aimed another spell at her, and it hit her in the forehead. A wound opened up and started bleeding sluggishly, but she ignored it. She pointed at his head and said,
"The power of Darkness is inside me, Jonathan, but not for long. I'm everything you can never be. And now you'll be the Dark Magick trapped inside the corpse of a dead, rotting man."
She whispered:
"Help me stop what others cannot!
"Help me rid this world of evil!
"Help me, Goddess of Flame,
"Help me stop the ungodly DARK WAVE!!"
A mini version of what was the Dark Wave flew out of her body, and into Jonathan's. He slumped, dead.
"Never to come back again..." Morgan whispered. "I won't let it happen!!"
So Morgan took the body into the air with her, flew to the ocean and did the worst thing she could have. She dropped the body.
"Sharks will find you, Jonathan... then someone won't be able to bring you back from the dead."
It was then she came to realise the Dark Wave was out of her system and she had to get back to shore before...
"SHIT!!"
She flew back to shore, clumsily flapping her wings as they started to break down. Little balls of light flew from her wings, as if they were spirits. Huh, they probably were. She was a version of the devil, after all.
She had just reached the shore before her wings completely disappeared. She screamed as she fell a few metres to the sand, hitting it with a thump.
Her face was covered with sand. And quite strangely, she laughed, spitting sand from her mouth. Then, a freezing wave washed over her, and she laughed some more. She felt so relaxed, so calm, so...
...so real.
She stood up, beginning to shiver. Then, Morgan began the long walk back home.
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Morgan jogged the rest of the way home, to dry off her clothes and hair. By the time she got to her house, it was almost midnight, and Sean was pacing the kitchen anxiously, while Mary Grace sat at the table, wringing her hands. As she walked into the kitchen, Sean stopped pacing and just stared at her, and Mary Grace rushed over to her, jerking Morgan into a hug.
"Where have you been?" Sean asked furiously. "Your walk usually takes half an hour, not three!"
Morgan pulled away. "I had things to take care of."
"What things, sweetheart?" Mary Grace asked, pushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face.
"Nothing. It's all over now."
"Morgan..."
"It's all over," she told them firmly. "It's just a memory."
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Morgan was sitting in her room, sketching the tree outside her bedroom window when she heard the phone ring. She could tell who was ringing, but only very faintly. Her powers were weak, and were never likely to become any stronger. But, she liked the way she was. It was... Hunter's cell phone, but she wasn't sure if it was Hunter or not.
Mary Grace came into Morgan's room. "Phone for you, honey."
"Thanks, ma," she raised the phone to her ear. "And what can I do for you?"
"Morgan, this is Saebryn."
Eeep. "Yes? What can I do for you, Saebryn?"
"I'd just like to let you know that Hunter and I are getting a divorce. I know he's not happy, and I know he'd rather be with you. I think you deserve him more than me."
"Saebryn... that's really sweet." Morgan fiddled with the ends of her hair.
"Well, I'm going back home. I will see you around, though. I'll call and write and annoy you with e-mail."
Morgan laughed. "I look forward to it. Thankyou, Saebryn. When can I see you off at the airport? I'd like to say goodbye."
"It's too late," Saebryn laughed. "I'm about to board the plane. I just wanted to make things up with you."
"Well, you've done a great job at fixing everything. Thanks a lot, Saebryn, and... have a nice flight."
"I will. Bye, Morgan."
"Seeya."
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Hunter came around to see Morgan afterward, and they both got into his car and drove back to his house.
"So... you and Saebryn really got divorced?"
"Yes, we'd both had enough."
He pulled his into the driveway of his house, then turned to her, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, 'Well, what now?'
Morgan didn't say anything; she just leaned over and kissed him.
A/N: Okay, this time I mean that Under Your Spell is drawing to a close. This will mostly likely be the second to last chapter, because after this is an epilogue. Tell me if you want a sequel though. Just a thing: Excuse the bit of 'not very nice' speech I use in this, I usually don't put 'naughty words' in my stories, but it just seemed appropriate. BTW, don't ask me how she flew to the ocean, let's just say there's a big lake-ocean-y thingy near Widow's Vale. I won't talk much; I'll let you get on with the fic. But with the epilogue, there won't be an author's note at the beginning; it will be at the end. So I can make it nice and long, yeah? Anyway, enjoy!
Thanks to all who reviewed. I will thank you guys again!!
--Dancing With Lightning
This Is My Story
Time passed so quickly, and Morgan realised it was ten years since she died, which meant she's been alive for five. It seemed so strange, because she was going to a wedding of her sister's, and Mary K had chosen Morgan to be her 'Maid Of Honour'. Alisa and another friend of Mary K's from work were bridesmaids, and Bree and Robbie's daughters were the flower girls. Morgan tugged at the back of her dress, feeling the tight fabric bind her chest.
"Couldn't get anything tighter, Mary K?" she asked sarcastically.
Her sister laughed, looking beautiful in her white wedding dress. "You should get married too, Morgan."
Morgan shook her head. "Hunter's married," she said simply. "He's the only one I'd ever consider choosing."
Mary K nodded, then hugged her sister. "Well, let's get this over and done with, then."
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After the wedding, there was a big dinner, and everyone went home, Mary K and her husband to pack for their honeymoon, which they were taking in Paris. Morgan went home with Hunter for a while, and sat down with his family to have some tea. Everyone was exhausted. They just sipped in silence for a while, before Hunter said,
"So, when's the next wedding?"
Sky blushed, as did Morgan. "I probably won't be getting married," Morgan said lightly. "I just like how I am."
Sky nodded. "Anyway, are they allowing gay couples to marry, because if they are..."
Everyone laughed, and Morgan stood up, brushing off her jeans. "I should probably go."
Hunter followed to the door, and took her arm before she went. "I already feel bad," he murmured. "You do know if circumstances were different..."
"I do know," Morgan reassured him. "But sometimes, Hunter, you just have to face the big, fat truth. Circumstances aren't different, and they never will be. It's too late to apologise, Hunter, that was five years ago. I've moved on, and so you should have too."
He nodded, gave her a hug, and watched her walk out to her car.
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Morgan sat at home for a while, watching television with Mary Grace and Sean, before she decided to go for a walk. Grabbing her coat, she walked out of the house and down the street, her hands buried in her pockets to keep them warm on the cool night.
She always walked this way, but tonight she decided to turn left, instead of right at an intersection. Within a few minutes, she was walking through some fields with trees and flowers brushing her legs and face. A cool wind blew past her and she shivered, drawing her coat closer around her.
"Cold, Morgan?"
Morgan spun around, coming face to face with Jonathan. "Not you again."
He smiled. "Do you know how long it's taken me to track you down, Rowlands? I've been looking for you for years."
"Really? I haven't given you a second thought."
He grabbed her neck and squeezed; Morgan began gasping for air, clawing at his throat. She let the other hand drop to her coat pocket as he lifted her into the air. "Hm. You're just a human now. Yet... a human without magick."
Morgan pulled the box out oh her pocket, the little black wooden one, and let it fall to the ground.
The lid clattered open.
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It was so different for Morgan now, she felt so much more energised. She wove in and out of trees, throwing spells at Jonathan as he threw them back. Then she remembered:
"It's a special potion that will only make you turn into a demon when you want to. Then you don't have to hide."
Morgan knelt down in some bushes and concentrated. It was just like shape- changing, really. Within minutes she was speeding upwards from her cover of bushes and dodging his spells, doing a complicated sort of dance in the air, as she spun and threw spells, and also avoided his. Morgan dived into a cluster of trees, and she heard him sigh.
"Where can you be, oh Nárauko? What are you?"
She rolled out of the tree and landed gracefully on the ground.
"I can be whatever you're afraid of, Jonathan. I can get inside your mind and take control, I can make you wish for things you don't want to. And you know why that is? Not because I've got the power of Belwicket behind me, not because I am a demon... because I have control."
She took his wrist and flipped him over her shoulder, placing a foot on top of his chest, making him unable to get up. He struggled, but she kept her foot to his chest.
He aimed another spell at her, and it hit her in the forehead. A wound opened up and started bleeding sluggishly, but she ignored it. She pointed at his head and said,
"The power of Darkness is inside me, Jonathan, but not for long. I'm everything you can never be. And now you'll be the Dark Magick trapped inside the corpse of a dead, rotting man."
She whispered:
"Help me stop what others cannot!
"Help me rid this world of evil!
"Help me, Goddess of Flame,
"Help me stop the ungodly DARK WAVE!!"
A mini version of what was the Dark Wave flew out of her body, and into Jonathan's. He slumped, dead.
"Never to come back again..." Morgan whispered. "I won't let it happen!!"
So Morgan took the body into the air with her, flew to the ocean and did the worst thing she could have. She dropped the body.
"Sharks will find you, Jonathan... then someone won't be able to bring you back from the dead."
It was then she came to realise the Dark Wave was out of her system and she had to get back to shore before...
"SHIT!!"
She flew back to shore, clumsily flapping her wings as they started to break down. Little balls of light flew from her wings, as if they were spirits. Huh, they probably were. She was a version of the devil, after all.
She had just reached the shore before her wings completely disappeared. She screamed as she fell a few metres to the sand, hitting it with a thump.
Her face was covered with sand. And quite strangely, she laughed, spitting sand from her mouth. Then, a freezing wave washed over her, and she laughed some more. She felt so relaxed, so calm, so...
...so real.
She stood up, beginning to shiver. Then, Morgan began the long walk back home.
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Morgan jogged the rest of the way home, to dry off her clothes and hair. By the time she got to her house, it was almost midnight, and Sean was pacing the kitchen anxiously, while Mary Grace sat at the table, wringing her hands. As she walked into the kitchen, Sean stopped pacing and just stared at her, and Mary Grace rushed over to her, jerking Morgan into a hug.
"Where have you been?" Sean asked furiously. "Your walk usually takes half an hour, not three!"
Morgan pulled away. "I had things to take care of."
"What things, sweetheart?" Mary Grace asked, pushing a strand of hair from her daughter's face.
"Nothing. It's all over now."
"Morgan..."
"It's all over," she told them firmly. "It's just a memory."
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Morgan was sitting in her room, sketching the tree outside her bedroom window when she heard the phone ring. She could tell who was ringing, but only very faintly. Her powers were weak, and were never likely to become any stronger. But, she liked the way she was. It was... Hunter's cell phone, but she wasn't sure if it was Hunter or not.
Mary Grace came into Morgan's room. "Phone for you, honey."
"Thanks, ma," she raised the phone to her ear. "And what can I do for you?"
"Morgan, this is Saebryn."
Eeep. "Yes? What can I do for you, Saebryn?"
"I'd just like to let you know that Hunter and I are getting a divorce. I know he's not happy, and I know he'd rather be with you. I think you deserve him more than me."
"Saebryn... that's really sweet." Morgan fiddled with the ends of her hair.
"Well, I'm going back home. I will see you around, though. I'll call and write and annoy you with e-mail."
Morgan laughed. "I look forward to it. Thankyou, Saebryn. When can I see you off at the airport? I'd like to say goodbye."
"It's too late," Saebryn laughed. "I'm about to board the plane. I just wanted to make things up with you."
"Well, you've done a great job at fixing everything. Thanks a lot, Saebryn, and... have a nice flight."
"I will. Bye, Morgan."
"Seeya."
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Hunter came around to see Morgan afterward, and they both got into his car and drove back to his house.
"So... you and Saebryn really got divorced?"
"Yes, we'd both had enough."
He pulled his into the driveway of his house, then turned to her, shrugging his shoulders as if to say, 'Well, what now?'
Morgan didn't say anything; she just leaned over and kissed him.