[Hey all. After the overwealming response to my first chapter (yeah, right) how could I possible deny you a second one? And this time
would people actually REVIEW before I get really angry, and release all the wrath of Amyranth upon you!?!
PS: Oh yeah, and I do not own Sweep/Wicca etc]
Selene and Cal are in Scotland. I just got off the phone from Kennet claiming they booked on the San Francisco to
Edinburugh flight just hours ago. After searching and working for months to get something on them. This royally buggers things up, but
what else could I expect?
Kennet also said that he would send someone else over to Scotland in my place as I had made so much progress here
in San Fransisco. I told him not to. That I had spent too much time and energy trying to nail Selene and Cal for all that they've done,
not just to my family but to thousands worldwide. After a while he reluctantly agreed, but said that I should be careful. He had heard
rumours about the house where they are suspected to be staying. In the middle of the highland nowhere, rumours of foul magicks, and also
that it was suspicious how Selene was travelling over seas, especially at such a prominent time in the Wiccan calender. A top-ranking witch
like her isn't likely to move from her post in the San Fransisco branch, not now, and not without a serious interior motive.
Sky has just come in to tell me that she has booked the plane tickets to Edinburugh airport, to depart at 7 am tomorrow.
I swore along time ago that on the memory of my parents and my brother that I would find who was responsible for tearing my
family's life apart, no matter what the danger or the risk. I would gamble everything I have to see that bitch and her scumbag son under my
braigh.
-Giomanach
"Morgan,love! You want jam or marmalade on your toast?" My Mother shouted from downstairs.
I groaned into my big white pillow. Mum had gone through a brief period years ago, before she had me, when she hadn't used her magick at all,
out of fear when her birth coven, Belwicket in Ireland had been destroyed. The whole deal is a pretty sore subject in the house, but she still yells, wasting
the silent and far-less-loud-on-her-sleeping-daughter, Goddess given talent of the witch message.
"Just margerine please, Mother". I sent, showing her how it was done. I snuggled my sheets again.
"Sweetheart, please get down here, I need more conversation than Madam Belltower over here." She interupted, using the proper method. I sighed. I
should have known. My Mother might dislike Amyranth and all Dads business in it, but she completely dispises Selene, possibly even more than I do. I
better go and break it up.
*
After pulling on my slippers and saying my mental goodbyes to my dream of a Sunday morning lie-in, I slumped into the dining room. I looked
around at Cal and Selene, hearing Mum bustling around in the kitchen. Dad must have run off for an mystery errand. I sighed. Big fat surprise.
"Good morning," said Cal, radient as always."Good night?"
I licked my lips. Damn him, what right has he got to look that sexy on a Sunday morning?
"Oh, just fine..." I stopped. Selene was glancing at us from over the rim of her coffee cup at the other end of our antique pine table, Mum's pride
and joy. My hackles went up. "Good flight,was it Selene?" At this point, Mum appeared and landed my plate of cold toast down infront of me irritably.
"Yes, Morgan, tremendous," Selene replied Suavely, ignoring Mom, "beautiful view over the Atlantic-"
"You want your coffee re-heating Selene, it must be cold by now," Interrupted Mum icily. The perfect housewife.
I sighed. I had to get out of here. I turned to Cal, "Look, how about I go get dressed, and then I go show you around our fair house?"
He agreed and I got up and walked through the lounge. "Uggghhhhh," I heard the sofa grunt. I smiled for the first time this morning. Killian.
And sure enough, over the back of the black leather couch lay my extremely hung-over, unconscious brother, covered in beer cans, sprawled all over it.
Well, I can't let him drown in his own drool, I thought. "Kill', Anne Robinson called, she wants her little stud-muffin to come home."
His eyes opened. "Hey sis'," he slurred, "Ughh, dear Goddess, my head."
"Serves you bloody right," I smiled. He gave me his puppy dog look. "No, Killian, you deserve every deceased brain cell."
"Go on, I'm in pain." He moaned dramatically.
"Oh, fine then," I placed my hand over his forehead. This was pretty basic magick, just to give a temporary illusion to the witch it's performed
on that they are completely sober, whether that be the night or the morning after. And, of course, one of Killian's and my specialities.
I felt his headache and sickly nausea hit me, although I knew I was only feeling a slight fraction of what he was. Idiot, I sent to him, as I felt my
energy transfer to him.
"Thankie," He smiled. I playfully smacked him around the ear and ran up to change.
*
"We really should go in," Cal said, my arms around his waist, feeling the setting sun on my back.
"Yes we really-," I stopped as he started kissing my neck. I giggled, "-really, really should."
He held me tighter, pressed up against the the house. I looked out over his shoulder and my homes moors. The dying evening sun was just perched on
top of one of the tallest mountains. First there was the valley moors, then there was the thick pine forests, buzzing with springing deer and singing
sparrows and then the beautiful mysterious mountains, all bathed in a beautiful orange glow. I breathed in the crisp air and let contentment fill me.
Cal leaned back and held me closer. He pushed my long brown hair behind my ear and he scanned my face. "What are you thinking?"
"That you look incredibly gorgeous," I replied to his golden eyes. He smiled his beautiful smile and kissed me. He tasted warm, exotic and
exciting.
"I'm not the only one," he said. I stiffened. I hated being complimented. It always embarassed me, made me suspicious, like they wanted
something. Anyway, it was obviously always a lie. I'm as plain as they come. If it wasn't for my power, I'd as good as blend in with wallpaper. A large
nose, drab brown eyes and hair and not a cup size to speak of, not exactly super-model material.
"I love you, you know." He said. My heart stopped. Where the hell had that come from?! I searched into his eyes and directed my senses
wodering if it was true. He held my gaze. I felt nothing but affection and desire and...love. I didn't know what to say.
"We should go in," he said after I stood there speechless for a few seconds. He led me by the hand back into the house. I hardly noticed where I
was going. I was in a daze. How on the goddess's earth could Cal Blaire love me?
[NOW REVIEW. REVIEW. REVIEW. In one of the next chapters I might change the POV to Hunters. Not Cal's coz I just plain dont like Cal. So
REVIEW]
would people actually REVIEW before I get really angry, and release all the wrath of Amyranth upon you!?!
PS: Oh yeah, and I do not own Sweep/Wicca etc]
Selene and Cal are in Scotland. I just got off the phone from Kennet claiming they booked on the San Francisco to
Edinburugh flight just hours ago. After searching and working for months to get something on them. This royally buggers things up, but
what else could I expect?
Kennet also said that he would send someone else over to Scotland in my place as I had made so much progress here
in San Fransisco. I told him not to. That I had spent too much time and energy trying to nail Selene and Cal for all that they've done,
not just to my family but to thousands worldwide. After a while he reluctantly agreed, but said that I should be careful. He had heard
rumours about the house where they are suspected to be staying. In the middle of the highland nowhere, rumours of foul magicks, and also
that it was suspicious how Selene was travelling over seas, especially at such a prominent time in the Wiccan calender. A top-ranking witch
like her isn't likely to move from her post in the San Fransisco branch, not now, and not without a serious interior motive.
Sky has just come in to tell me that she has booked the plane tickets to Edinburugh airport, to depart at 7 am tomorrow.
I swore along time ago that on the memory of my parents and my brother that I would find who was responsible for tearing my
family's life apart, no matter what the danger or the risk. I would gamble everything I have to see that bitch and her scumbag son under my
braigh.
-Giomanach
"Morgan,love! You want jam or marmalade on your toast?" My Mother shouted from downstairs.
I groaned into my big white pillow. Mum had gone through a brief period years ago, before she had me, when she hadn't used her magick at all,
out of fear when her birth coven, Belwicket in Ireland had been destroyed. The whole deal is a pretty sore subject in the house, but she still yells, wasting
the silent and far-less-loud-on-her-sleeping-daughter, Goddess given talent of the witch message.
"Just margerine please, Mother". I sent, showing her how it was done. I snuggled my sheets again.
"Sweetheart, please get down here, I need more conversation than Madam Belltower over here." She interupted, using the proper method. I sighed. I
should have known. My Mother might dislike Amyranth and all Dads business in it, but she completely dispises Selene, possibly even more than I do. I
better go and break it up.
*
After pulling on my slippers and saying my mental goodbyes to my dream of a Sunday morning lie-in, I slumped into the dining room. I looked
around at Cal and Selene, hearing Mum bustling around in the kitchen. Dad must have run off for an mystery errand. I sighed. Big fat surprise.
"Good morning," said Cal, radient as always."Good night?"
I licked my lips. Damn him, what right has he got to look that sexy on a Sunday morning?
"Oh, just fine..." I stopped. Selene was glancing at us from over the rim of her coffee cup at the other end of our antique pine table, Mum's pride
and joy. My hackles went up. "Good flight,was it Selene?" At this point, Mum appeared and landed my plate of cold toast down infront of me irritably.
"Yes, Morgan, tremendous," Selene replied Suavely, ignoring Mom, "beautiful view over the Atlantic-"
"You want your coffee re-heating Selene, it must be cold by now," Interrupted Mum icily. The perfect housewife.
I sighed. I had to get out of here. I turned to Cal, "Look, how about I go get dressed, and then I go show you around our fair house?"
He agreed and I got up and walked through the lounge. "Uggghhhhh," I heard the sofa grunt. I smiled for the first time this morning. Killian.
And sure enough, over the back of the black leather couch lay my extremely hung-over, unconscious brother, covered in beer cans, sprawled all over it.
Well, I can't let him drown in his own drool, I thought. "Kill', Anne Robinson called, she wants her little stud-muffin to come home."
His eyes opened. "Hey sis'," he slurred, "Ughh, dear Goddess, my head."
"Serves you bloody right," I smiled. He gave me his puppy dog look. "No, Killian, you deserve every deceased brain cell."
"Go on, I'm in pain." He moaned dramatically.
"Oh, fine then," I placed my hand over his forehead. This was pretty basic magick, just to give a temporary illusion to the witch it's performed
on that they are completely sober, whether that be the night or the morning after. And, of course, one of Killian's and my specialities.
I felt his headache and sickly nausea hit me, although I knew I was only feeling a slight fraction of what he was. Idiot, I sent to him, as I felt my
energy transfer to him.
"Thankie," He smiled. I playfully smacked him around the ear and ran up to change.
*
"We really should go in," Cal said, my arms around his waist, feeling the setting sun on my back.
"Yes we really-," I stopped as he started kissing my neck. I giggled, "-really, really should."
He held me tighter, pressed up against the the house. I looked out over his shoulder and my homes moors. The dying evening sun was just perched on
top of one of the tallest mountains. First there was the valley moors, then there was the thick pine forests, buzzing with springing deer and singing
sparrows and then the beautiful mysterious mountains, all bathed in a beautiful orange glow. I breathed in the crisp air and let contentment fill me.
Cal leaned back and held me closer. He pushed my long brown hair behind my ear and he scanned my face. "What are you thinking?"
"That you look incredibly gorgeous," I replied to his golden eyes. He smiled his beautiful smile and kissed me. He tasted warm, exotic and
exciting.
"I'm not the only one," he said. I stiffened. I hated being complimented. It always embarassed me, made me suspicious, like they wanted
something. Anyway, it was obviously always a lie. I'm as plain as they come. If it wasn't for my power, I'd as good as blend in with wallpaper. A large
nose, drab brown eyes and hair and not a cup size to speak of, not exactly super-model material.
"I love you, you know." He said. My heart stopped. Where the hell had that come from?! I searched into his eyes and directed my senses
wodering if it was true. He held my gaze. I felt nothing but affection and desire and...love. I didn't know what to say.
"We should go in," he said after I stood there speechless for a few seconds. He led me by the hand back into the house. I hardly noticed where I
was going. I was in a daze. How on the goddess's earth could Cal Blaire love me?
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