A/N: I snuck away from my homework to do this!!lol. Here's chapter eight.
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"You called me down?" I said to the secretary. "Moira Niall." I told her. She looked at me, then nodded.
"Someone is here to see you." She pointed to a few chairs off to the side of the office, one in which was occupied. An older man, with longer brown hair was sitting there, looking either nervous or impatient, I couldn't tell which.
"But I don't know him." I said quickly.
"Don't worry. I'm right here, girl. I'm not going to let you get hurt." She was a younger secretary, and definitely a cheeky one. I weakly smiled, and went into the room.
"Uh. Hi?" I said slowly. The man looked up at me and stood.
"You look like your mother." He said smiling.
I gave him a long look. "How did you know my mother?"
"Well, lass. I'm her brother."
I narrowed my eyes at the man. "My mom didn't have a brother. My aunt is her only sibling."
He smiled slightly. "I didn't think you would believe me. Try a tath meanma."
"Tath ta whata?" I stuttered. "You must be wiccan." I concluded. Dad was always saying odd words like that. I sighed. Dad.
"Of course I am. Are you not?" He asked me, clearly shocked.
"No. I'm not." I paused. "Technically, I guess by blood I am, but no." The man sat down again, his lips twisted between a grin and a frown.
"The great Morgan Rowlands, daughter isn't a wiccan."
"Who are you?" I asked him. He looked up at me.
"Guess I skipped that part. Killian MacEwan." He stuck his hand out, to shake. I ignored it completely. I heard him utter, "teens" under his breath.
"My mom didn't have a brother." I repeated.
"She has two actually. Half-brothers at least, and a half-sister with that."
"Say I believe you. Why now, after sixteen years, do you come to see me. Mom's been dead for a while." I choked out the last bit.
"Because lass, I don't think she's truly dead." That was that. I stared at him for a minute or two, unmoving, then turned and took off. I slammed out the school door, and pounded on the pavement until I reached The Sabbat, dad's store. By the time I got there, I was out of breath, with tears stinging my cheeks. I clamored through the front door, the bell overhead jingling merrily. Dad, who was sitting behind the counter, looked up, and smiled. The look on my face wiped his smile away immediately.
"Does mom have a brother?" I demanded, walking up to him. He frowned.
"What? What brings this on?"
"Does mom have a brother!?" I yelled. A few customers looked towards us. I watched dad expectantly. The bell jingled again, and Killian walked through.
"Niall."
"Killian." Dad said equally shocked as Killian had been only moments ago. "What are you doing here?"
I looked between these men. The man I didn't know, and the man that I felt I no longer knew. "So it's true then." I said quietly. Rage built in my eyes. "You knew all along that she had a brother, and you didn't tell me? Do you find it easier to keep secrets from me, rather than tell me the truth, dad?" I turned to my uncle now. "And you? Just waltz into my life sixteen years later and drop bombs on me."
"Moira, can we take this..." Dad nodded towards the back.
"No. We can't. I just find out I have an uncle. Two actually, and this one tells me mom's still alive. Yea dad, that's something I really want to wait to rant about."
"What did you say?" Dad said quietly. He was staring at Killian.
"I sensed her the other day. I swear I did."
It had taken too long to bury this to have it come back and bite me in the ass. "You can't sense someone that's been dead for fourteen years!" Dad said, when I was little, I'd sit by the door and wait. He'd pick me up, and pull me away, but I'd always go back. I guess part of me still thought she'd come waltzing through the door, and pick me up.
I had yelled a good ten more minutes at dad and Killian, before leaving in a huffing mess, and running home. There was no way I would be going back to school today. I ran up stairs to my room, and pulled out my laptop. I waited rather impatiently for it to boot up. Once it was running, I put in a search for Morgan Niall. I checked all twenty-six sites, but all had her death date on them. Morgan Rowlands came up the same. Damn that man for getting my hopes up. Who was I kidding? I knew she was dead. I set my laptop aside, and flopped onto my back. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead...could she be alive? No. She's dead, she's dead. I watched her die...so to speak.
After letting my stomach grumbled for twenty minutes, I made my way downstairs. When I hit the last step, I seen dad and Killian sitting on opposite couches. "When did you two get here?" I asked bitterly. I didn't even hear them come in.
"I knocked on your door when we came home." Dad said. "You didn't answer, so I let you be."
"Oh." I replied quietly.
"Listen, Moira, I'm really sorry about how I approached this." Killian started. "I was thinking I could treat you to dinner? Talk? Catch up?"
"Umm..." I stalled, looking at dad briefly. He nodded at me and smiled. I may be completely mad at him, but I needed to know I wasn't going off with some whacko. "Sure. Are you coming, dad?" He was my uncle, but I didn't want to be alone with him.
"No." He answered. I formed a small oh with my mouth. "I thought I might go buy some food. Our pantry is rather bare."
A wash of the face, and a change of clothes later, Killian and I were facing each other in a cheery restaurant.
"Do you have any kids?" I asked him.
"Three actually." I knew I was about to see pictures. Sure enough, out came the wallet, and three pictures. "This is Evan." He handed me a picture of a boy, young man, with fairly dark brown hair. "Turned out to be a little hell-raiser like I was, when I was seventeen." He handed me the other two pictures. "The girl is Karis, and the other boy is Chase." They were both red headed, and looked like doubles.
Killian had just set the money down to pay, when I felt the buzz again.
"Killian, we need to go!" I said in a deadly whisper. I bolted from the restaurant with him on my tail, and had just come out the door when it hit.
"Hey, are you alright?" The first thing I seen when I opened my eyes, was the bright street light. The next was Killian.
"No. I want to go home." I said quietly. Killian stood, pulling me with him. We got to his rental car, and took off for home.
"What did you see?"
"What?" I was shocked he even knew what was happening.
"I know what Morgan is."
"You knew what she was." I corrected. Strangely, that reminded me of what I had just seen. I hated to do this to myself, but was it possible that she was still alive?
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"You called me down?" I said to the secretary. "Moira Niall." I told her. She looked at me, then nodded.
"Someone is here to see you." She pointed to a few chairs off to the side of the office, one in which was occupied. An older man, with longer brown hair was sitting there, looking either nervous or impatient, I couldn't tell which.
"But I don't know him." I said quickly.
"Don't worry. I'm right here, girl. I'm not going to let you get hurt." She was a younger secretary, and definitely a cheeky one. I weakly smiled, and went into the room.
"Uh. Hi?" I said slowly. The man looked up at me and stood.
"You look like your mother." He said smiling.
I gave him a long look. "How did you know my mother?"
"Well, lass. I'm her brother."
I narrowed my eyes at the man. "My mom didn't have a brother. My aunt is her only sibling."
He smiled slightly. "I didn't think you would believe me. Try a tath meanma."
"Tath ta whata?" I stuttered. "You must be wiccan." I concluded. Dad was always saying odd words like that. I sighed. Dad.
"Of course I am. Are you not?" He asked me, clearly shocked.
"No. I'm not." I paused. "Technically, I guess by blood I am, but no." The man sat down again, his lips twisted between a grin and a frown.
"The great Morgan Rowlands, daughter isn't a wiccan."
"Who are you?" I asked him. He looked up at me.
"Guess I skipped that part. Killian MacEwan." He stuck his hand out, to shake. I ignored it completely. I heard him utter, "teens" under his breath.
"My mom didn't have a brother." I repeated.
"She has two actually. Half-brothers at least, and a half-sister with that."
"Say I believe you. Why now, after sixteen years, do you come to see me. Mom's been dead for a while." I choked out the last bit.
"Because lass, I don't think she's truly dead." That was that. I stared at him for a minute or two, unmoving, then turned and took off. I slammed out the school door, and pounded on the pavement until I reached The Sabbat, dad's store. By the time I got there, I was out of breath, with tears stinging my cheeks. I clamored through the front door, the bell overhead jingling merrily. Dad, who was sitting behind the counter, looked up, and smiled. The look on my face wiped his smile away immediately.
"Does mom have a brother?" I demanded, walking up to him. He frowned.
"What? What brings this on?"
"Does mom have a brother!?" I yelled. A few customers looked towards us. I watched dad expectantly. The bell jingled again, and Killian walked through.
"Niall."
"Killian." Dad said equally shocked as Killian had been only moments ago. "What are you doing here?"
I looked between these men. The man I didn't know, and the man that I felt I no longer knew. "So it's true then." I said quietly. Rage built in my eyes. "You knew all along that she had a brother, and you didn't tell me? Do you find it easier to keep secrets from me, rather than tell me the truth, dad?" I turned to my uncle now. "And you? Just waltz into my life sixteen years later and drop bombs on me."
"Moira, can we take this..." Dad nodded towards the back.
"No. We can't. I just find out I have an uncle. Two actually, and this one tells me mom's still alive. Yea dad, that's something I really want to wait to rant about."
"What did you say?" Dad said quietly. He was staring at Killian.
"I sensed her the other day. I swear I did."
It had taken too long to bury this to have it come back and bite me in the ass. "You can't sense someone that's been dead for fourteen years!" Dad said, when I was little, I'd sit by the door and wait. He'd pick me up, and pull me away, but I'd always go back. I guess part of me still thought she'd come waltzing through the door, and pick me up.
I had yelled a good ten more minutes at dad and Killian, before leaving in a huffing mess, and running home. There was no way I would be going back to school today. I ran up stairs to my room, and pulled out my laptop. I waited rather impatiently for it to boot up. Once it was running, I put in a search for Morgan Niall. I checked all twenty-six sites, but all had her death date on them. Morgan Rowlands came up the same. Damn that man for getting my hopes up. Who was I kidding? I knew she was dead. I set my laptop aside, and flopped onto my back. She's dead, she's dead, she's dead...could she be alive? No. She's dead, she's dead. I watched her die...so to speak.
After letting my stomach grumbled for twenty minutes, I made my way downstairs. When I hit the last step, I seen dad and Killian sitting on opposite couches. "When did you two get here?" I asked bitterly. I didn't even hear them come in.
"I knocked on your door when we came home." Dad said. "You didn't answer, so I let you be."
"Oh." I replied quietly.
"Listen, Moira, I'm really sorry about how I approached this." Killian started. "I was thinking I could treat you to dinner? Talk? Catch up?"
"Umm..." I stalled, looking at dad briefly. He nodded at me and smiled. I may be completely mad at him, but I needed to know I wasn't going off with some whacko. "Sure. Are you coming, dad?" He was my uncle, but I didn't want to be alone with him.
"No." He answered. I formed a small oh with my mouth. "I thought I might go buy some food. Our pantry is rather bare."
A wash of the face, and a change of clothes later, Killian and I were facing each other in a cheery restaurant.
"Do you have any kids?" I asked him.
"Three actually." I knew I was about to see pictures. Sure enough, out came the wallet, and three pictures. "This is Evan." He handed me a picture of a boy, young man, with fairly dark brown hair. "Turned out to be a little hell-raiser like I was, when I was seventeen." He handed me the other two pictures. "The girl is Karis, and the other boy is Chase." They were both red headed, and looked like doubles.
Killian had just set the money down to pay, when I felt the buzz again.
"Killian, we need to go!" I said in a deadly whisper. I bolted from the restaurant with him on my tail, and had just come out the door when it hit.
"Hey, are you alright?" The first thing I seen when I opened my eyes, was the bright street light. The next was Killian.
"No. I want to go home." I said quietly. Killian stood, pulling me with him. We got to his rental car, and took off for home.
"What did you see?"
"What?" I was shocked he even knew what was happening.
"I know what Morgan is."
"You knew what she was." I corrected. Strangely, that reminded me of what I had just seen. I hated to do this to myself, but was it possible that she was still alive?
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