[Hey dudes. It took a while (or maybe just a li'l longer)for me to get off my arse and write this chapter but I am and I have been inspired to write the next few quite soon as well (but still, no promises). And a massive thank you to all of the nice reviewers including: Fallen destiny, Ganymade, Lady Paranoid, groovy angel12, cute babey gurl, book lover03, angelic scars, you know your right, rosewood1, jademoon, starrieyz342, magick wolf and vampypinqino, whoa thats a mouth-full. And with all those compliments dudes, it gives this chap a lot to live up to! But anyway on with the next passage thingy...]
I kissed her last night. Well, more she kissed me. I was outside the B'n'B (the owner's constant smoking had finally gotten to me) at around midnight and staring at the moon. And She was definitely shining at me that night. And I did truly feel the Goddess.
But, anyway I am getting complacent, wrapped up in my own head. Morgan seems to be good at doing that to me. But No, I am here on a mission, and one fling cannot interfere with it, even if I honestly wish it to be more. I don't even know her. All I know is her power. If I knew her last name, I could find out more, and I could also find out why the hell she was walking with Cal. We had a fist-fight infront of her before things got, ahem, unexpected. Nothing I couldn't handle, but it did embarass me. But it obviously didn't put her off, 'cause as soon as I had she walked up and kissed me. It was incredible, not just 'kissing' but sort of, connecting. Like no energy I had felt before. And she left before I could talk to her properly, after dragging Cal into an alley to wake up tomorrow.
I am in a daze about this whole situation. It isn't like me. This whole place has turned everything on it's head. And I need information.
-Giomanach
"Have you seen Calhoun?!"
I looked up from my untouched breakfast to see Selene bustling into the dinning room. Killian looked up at my side. It took a few moments for what she had said to register through my sleep-deprived head. Crap, Cal. I had left him in an alley in the village last night. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Goddess knows, I wasn't going to bloody drag him all the way back to the house.
"Maybe he went on the razzle last night," Offered Killian lightly, "you know, have a taste of some proper Brit booze." Selene showed him a patronising smile, barely consealing her irratation at his input. I growled at her inwardly.
"I haven't Selene, why?" I tried to act innocently concerned, "Isn't he still sleeping?"
"I've checked his room, he isn't there." She answered, "his bed is made and I sensed no recent energies of him in there, so either he got up very early this morning or he didn't come home at all."
She looked at me, expecting a reaction. "Well, he definitely came home. I was with him." I lied. I looked at my plate, trying to invent an reason why Cal would have taken off somewhere. "Well, the lavender is in season up in the woods. Maybe he took off to gather it while the morning dew was still fresh. You said it yourself, you can't beat fresh British lavender in circles."
She sighed, magnanimously. "well, if you do see him dear, I'll be meditating in the parlour." And with that, she swept out of the room. I turned back to my bangers 'n' mash, not really seeing it. My head had been racing all night.
I could still taste the seeker on my lips. I had been lying on my bed, thinking about what had happened all night. Walking back, I hadn't even felt the cold wind, I had been in such a trance. It had been quite amazing, there was no doubt about that. I had kissed boys before, mostly at school before I left just after my GCSE's. But this was different. This wasn't just a clumsy snog. It was like being in a circle, though not like it at all. Feeling the energy that all the ancients felt rise in them before it was lost, yet just encompassing me and Hunter. It had been pure happiness, pure passion. And it had happened between me and an agent of a corrupt and anti-woodbane terrorist power. For all I know, he could hate woodbane blood as much as the scum that control him do.
I blinked the tears back into my eyes. I felt someones gaze at the back of my neck. Killian was staring at me suspiciously. He leaned forward, one eyebrow cocked at me. "Hmmmmmm," He said, stroking his chin puzzledly, "your off."
"What?" I asked.
"Your energy, it's all off. Your all different. Something's happened. But what?"
Obviously, I wouldn't deny anything. He knew too well when I was lying. I mentally noted never to think that I could hide anything from Killian. For someone so cheerful and outgoing, he sure is damn sensitive. Or maybe he's just sensitive to you, I thought.
"Well, if you must know, I'm seriously going of the idea of becoming Mrs Blaire." There, I thought, not a complete lie, "I-"
"Oh Jesus, I knew that already," Killian interupted.
My eyebrows lowered. "What? How on earth did you know that?"
"Because I knew you had better taste than him, even if that blonde you ran of from is anything to go by," I almost blushed at this. I hadn't really explained that to killian, but as long as he wasn't pointedly asking, I wasn't telling," and because it's obvious..." He paused for a second, "you don't love him."
I was dumbstruck. The one time my brother starts to be serious about human feelings, and it's while discussing my love-life. Wonders will never cease.
Without warning, I walked over to him and put my arms around him. It startled him (I'm not generally the open-affection type) but he hugged me back.
*
A few hours later, I found myself aimlessly walking into the village. I half-heartedly told myself that it was because there was nothing to do at home apart from listen to Killian atempt at playing the electric guitar in the study, because everyone else was out having lives, but I knew that was crap. I wanted to see Hunter. I giggled, unexpectedly. My secret little...Hmm. My secret little what? What was he exactly? A crush? A fling? A...no, no definitely not. I walked on, deciding not to think about it. The situation is already skrewed up enough without you developing false hopes, I told myself.
I suddenly walked into something hard and warm. "Oh hi," I heard from above my head. I looked up into Hunters green eyes. I stiffened with embarassment and stepped back. I mumbled something back, trying to hide a blush. Dammit.
I let my face look up to his. He was looking me up and down. Measuring, kind of. I prickled. I hated being judged. I shrank back further. Finally he brought his green eyes back to mine. My irratation melted, sunken in the mesmirising green. They came closer. I only realised he was kissing me when his lips finally touched mine, nervously. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. And I fell into him. I felt my spirit soar, intertwined with his, and one quote I had read somewhere which I had never quite understood until now blossomed into my head, "The wiccan heaven's are only trod through the warmth of your arms and the magick of your touch, my darling, my true love".
We walked around the village happily holding hands, and all that corny stuff. We talked about the village mostly, a tame topic. We strod up the leaf littered streets and back 'round up to the B'n'B. "You never get the beautiful russet foliage back in England, save for a few parks. It seems to be a Scottish speciality." He said vaguely, twirling a sycamore leaf between his gloved fingers.
"Would you prefer the boring brown?" I replied, taking the leaf from him. I concentrated on the leaf, and imagined sucking from it, falling back to nature as from it came. Easy stuff. I watched as the beautiful blood red evaporated away into crusty brown and shrivelled. I looked up at Hunter, smiling. But he was not smiling back. Instead he was staring at my eyes intensely and firmly, and I suddenly had the samll feeling of a child that had done something disappointing and stupid. I dropped the leaf and turned to walk on. He started, "Who are-" He stopped.
"Hang on," He said suddenly. I realised that we had walked right back round to where last nights fight had taken place. And back to the alley where we had dumped Cal. Only...
I stomped up the side of the B'n'B urgently, scanning the wet concrete. The moss and damp of the alley ws still there, but not a trace of Cal. "Oh crap." The thought suddenly hitting me, how bloody stupid can you be?! Of course he was going to wake up! You could have put a sleeping spell on him or make him lose his memory, but no, you had to be as arrogant as you always are and leave him! I practically swept past Hunter, needing to get back home as soon as possible, barely noticing his look of sour disgust at the empty alley, "He'll be back at the house," I muttered to him as I started up the road back home, "Oh Goddess I hope he hasn't had time to tell them anything."
I ran up the concrete track as fast as possible, adrenaline and fear driving me. What if he's told Dad that I attacked him to save a Seeker? What if he's told Dad about the existance of a Seeker?! Through the raging questions, I barely realised Hunter's gaze tracing my form intensely over the moors.
*
15 minutes later, I slammed into the front door. I fumbled with my keys, a million paranoid thoughts crashing through my head. I cast my senses over the house, taking my longer than it usually did to unravel the blocking spells guarding the walls from those who would intrude in my panic. They were all back, and yes, so was Cal. My already thumping heart shot bile into my throat. Shit.
Eventually, I stumbled into the hallway. I felt the eyes on me before I saw them. All five of them were gathered in the hallway, all silenced when I stepped in. Straight away I knew it was stupid to have thought I could have saved my skin. I scanned over every one elses gaze, and looked straight to my Dad. If any pair of eyes could strike fear, then it would be his. Kind of ironic, I inherited them. His brown eyes were lidded and suspicious, and I knew he was using every method of reading me without physically forcing into my head. He wasn't even bothering to be subtle about it. Surely that wasn't the look he would give to a daughter who had betrayed him with a seeker?
Mum broke the silence first. "Morgan, is there something you have to tell us?"
[Well there we are, cliff-hanger. I thought you deserved one after all the typo comments. I would spell properly, but I don't have spell check on this thing and I honestly can't be arsed to read through it all again!]
I kissed her last night. Well, more she kissed me. I was outside the B'n'B (the owner's constant smoking had finally gotten to me) at around midnight and staring at the moon. And She was definitely shining at me that night. And I did truly feel the Goddess.
But, anyway I am getting complacent, wrapped up in my own head. Morgan seems to be good at doing that to me. But No, I am here on a mission, and one fling cannot interfere with it, even if I honestly wish it to be more. I don't even know her. All I know is her power. If I knew her last name, I could find out more, and I could also find out why the hell she was walking with Cal. We had a fist-fight infront of her before things got, ahem, unexpected. Nothing I couldn't handle, but it did embarass me. But it obviously didn't put her off, 'cause as soon as I had she walked up and kissed me. It was incredible, not just 'kissing' but sort of, connecting. Like no energy I had felt before. And she left before I could talk to her properly, after dragging Cal into an alley to wake up tomorrow.
I am in a daze about this whole situation. It isn't like me. This whole place has turned everything on it's head. And I need information.
-Giomanach
"Have you seen Calhoun?!"
I looked up from my untouched breakfast to see Selene bustling into the dinning room. Killian looked up at my side. It took a few moments for what she had said to register through my sleep-deprived head. Crap, Cal. I had left him in an alley in the village last night. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Goddess knows, I wasn't going to bloody drag him all the way back to the house.
"Maybe he went on the razzle last night," Offered Killian lightly, "you know, have a taste of some proper Brit booze." Selene showed him a patronising smile, barely consealing her irratation at his input. I growled at her inwardly.
"I haven't Selene, why?" I tried to act innocently concerned, "Isn't he still sleeping?"
"I've checked his room, he isn't there." She answered, "his bed is made and I sensed no recent energies of him in there, so either he got up very early this morning or he didn't come home at all."
She looked at me, expecting a reaction. "Well, he definitely came home. I was with him." I lied. I looked at my plate, trying to invent an reason why Cal would have taken off somewhere. "Well, the lavender is in season up in the woods. Maybe he took off to gather it while the morning dew was still fresh. You said it yourself, you can't beat fresh British lavender in circles."
She sighed, magnanimously. "well, if you do see him dear, I'll be meditating in the parlour." And with that, she swept out of the room. I turned back to my bangers 'n' mash, not really seeing it. My head had been racing all night.
I could still taste the seeker on my lips. I had been lying on my bed, thinking about what had happened all night. Walking back, I hadn't even felt the cold wind, I had been in such a trance. It had been quite amazing, there was no doubt about that. I had kissed boys before, mostly at school before I left just after my GCSE's. But this was different. This wasn't just a clumsy snog. It was like being in a circle, though not like it at all. Feeling the energy that all the ancients felt rise in them before it was lost, yet just encompassing me and Hunter. It had been pure happiness, pure passion. And it had happened between me and an agent of a corrupt and anti-woodbane terrorist power. For all I know, he could hate woodbane blood as much as the scum that control him do.
I blinked the tears back into my eyes. I felt someones gaze at the back of my neck. Killian was staring at me suspiciously. He leaned forward, one eyebrow cocked at me. "Hmmmmmm," He said, stroking his chin puzzledly, "your off."
"What?" I asked.
"Your energy, it's all off. Your all different. Something's happened. But what?"
Obviously, I wouldn't deny anything. He knew too well when I was lying. I mentally noted never to think that I could hide anything from Killian. For someone so cheerful and outgoing, he sure is damn sensitive. Or maybe he's just sensitive to you, I thought.
"Well, if you must know, I'm seriously going of the idea of becoming Mrs Blaire." There, I thought, not a complete lie, "I-"
"Oh Jesus, I knew that already," Killian interupted.
My eyebrows lowered. "What? How on earth did you know that?"
"Because I knew you had better taste than him, even if that blonde you ran of from is anything to go by," I almost blushed at this. I hadn't really explained that to killian, but as long as he wasn't pointedly asking, I wasn't telling," and because it's obvious..." He paused for a second, "you don't love him."
I was dumbstruck. The one time my brother starts to be serious about human feelings, and it's while discussing my love-life. Wonders will never cease.
Without warning, I walked over to him and put my arms around him. It startled him (I'm not generally the open-affection type) but he hugged me back.
*
A few hours later, I found myself aimlessly walking into the village. I half-heartedly told myself that it was because there was nothing to do at home apart from listen to Killian atempt at playing the electric guitar in the study, because everyone else was out having lives, but I knew that was crap. I wanted to see Hunter. I giggled, unexpectedly. My secret little...Hmm. My secret little what? What was he exactly? A crush? A fling? A...no, no definitely not. I walked on, deciding not to think about it. The situation is already skrewed up enough without you developing false hopes, I told myself.
I suddenly walked into something hard and warm. "Oh hi," I heard from above my head. I looked up into Hunters green eyes. I stiffened with embarassment and stepped back. I mumbled something back, trying to hide a blush. Dammit.
I let my face look up to his. He was looking me up and down. Measuring, kind of. I prickled. I hated being judged. I shrank back further. Finally he brought his green eyes back to mine. My irratation melted, sunken in the mesmirising green. They came closer. I only realised he was kissing me when his lips finally touched mine, nervously. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. And I fell into him. I felt my spirit soar, intertwined with his, and one quote I had read somewhere which I had never quite understood until now blossomed into my head, "The wiccan heaven's are only trod through the warmth of your arms and the magick of your touch, my darling, my true love".
We walked around the village happily holding hands, and all that corny stuff. We talked about the village mostly, a tame topic. We strod up the leaf littered streets and back 'round up to the B'n'B. "You never get the beautiful russet foliage back in England, save for a few parks. It seems to be a Scottish speciality." He said vaguely, twirling a sycamore leaf between his gloved fingers.
"Would you prefer the boring brown?" I replied, taking the leaf from him. I concentrated on the leaf, and imagined sucking from it, falling back to nature as from it came. Easy stuff. I watched as the beautiful blood red evaporated away into crusty brown and shrivelled. I looked up at Hunter, smiling. But he was not smiling back. Instead he was staring at my eyes intensely and firmly, and I suddenly had the samll feeling of a child that had done something disappointing and stupid. I dropped the leaf and turned to walk on. He started, "Who are-" He stopped.
"Hang on," He said suddenly. I realised that we had walked right back round to where last nights fight had taken place. And back to the alley where we had dumped Cal. Only...
I stomped up the side of the B'n'B urgently, scanning the wet concrete. The moss and damp of the alley ws still there, but not a trace of Cal. "Oh crap." The thought suddenly hitting me, how bloody stupid can you be?! Of course he was going to wake up! You could have put a sleeping spell on him or make him lose his memory, but no, you had to be as arrogant as you always are and leave him! I practically swept past Hunter, needing to get back home as soon as possible, barely noticing his look of sour disgust at the empty alley, "He'll be back at the house," I muttered to him as I started up the road back home, "Oh Goddess I hope he hasn't had time to tell them anything."
I ran up the concrete track as fast as possible, adrenaline and fear driving me. What if he's told Dad that I attacked him to save a Seeker? What if he's told Dad about the existance of a Seeker?! Through the raging questions, I barely realised Hunter's gaze tracing my form intensely over the moors.
*
15 minutes later, I slammed into the front door. I fumbled with my keys, a million paranoid thoughts crashing through my head. I cast my senses over the house, taking my longer than it usually did to unravel the blocking spells guarding the walls from those who would intrude in my panic. They were all back, and yes, so was Cal. My already thumping heart shot bile into my throat. Shit.
Eventually, I stumbled into the hallway. I felt the eyes on me before I saw them. All five of them were gathered in the hallway, all silenced when I stepped in. Straight away I knew it was stupid to have thought I could have saved my skin. I scanned over every one elses gaze, and looked straight to my Dad. If any pair of eyes could strike fear, then it would be his. Kind of ironic, I inherited them. His brown eyes were lidded and suspicious, and I knew he was using every method of reading me without physically forcing into my head. He wasn't even bothering to be subtle about it. Surely that wasn't the look he would give to a daughter who had betrayed him with a seeker?
Mum broke the silence first. "Morgan, is there something you have to tell us?"
[Well there we are, cliff-hanger. I thought you deserved one after all the typo comments. I would spell properly, but I don't have spell check on this thing and I honestly can't be arsed to read through it all again!]