A.N: Last Chapter (minus the epilogue) Enjoy!
It was a night like any other night in hell (here), with the three of out eating dinner at the table. Dad, as per usual, was stuffed under the old hag's spell. I, sadly enough, was as well. She sat there like the queen.
So, as I was saying, everything was normal until the doorbell chimed. I, knowing damn well who it was, got up from the table politely, and answered it. When I came back to the dining room, hell broke loose.
"Morgan!" Dad yelled. He jumped from the table, making everything rattle. Jena snapped to a standing position as well. She muttered something, and dad was still again.
"Hunter." Mom said with suspicion. "Hunter it's me." I could tell dad was fighting her spell.
"Your dead." He said flatly. Obviously Jena was winning this battle.
"I'm right here in front of you." Mom said quietly.
Dad shook his head violently. "Looks can be deceiving. You've been right in front of me the whole time. You've never been real. Your dead."
Mom stepped forward holding her hand out. Jena pushed her hand in front of herself, palm out. I'm about 99.9% sure it was supposed to knock mom off her feet. It merely made her stumble a bit. With her other hand, mom reflected Jena. This time, there were results. Jena was blown across the kitchen, taking a chair with her. "Hunter, I'm real. Feel me. Hold my hand. What have you got to lose?" Mom coaxed dad gently. With great will, he managed to step forward a few steps. Jena hauled herself to a sitting position. Mom's left hand still palm out. I guess it was holding her back.
"Hunter, don't listen to her baby. She's dead. She isn't real. You know this. There is no more Morgan Rowlands."
Mom's head snapped towards the pitiful heap of Jena. "Your right. There isn't a Morgan Rowlands. There is, however, a Morgan Niall. Now, you stay out of this." She turned back to dad, her face softening immensely. "Just touch me. I won't fade away." Dad reached out, and grabbed her hand. The spell was broken. I heard Jena gasp for air.
"Morgan," dad sighed, and pulled her into a hug. Mom one-armed him back, her other still outstretched. "Where have you been! You're alive!" I did the only thing I knew how to do. Stood back and watched. Jena was taking advantage of mom's lack of attention, and broke free. She, in mere seconds, had a knife and was holding it to Max's throat. Max, who had been hiding in the dark corner, was shocked.
"Let her go." Mom growled lowly. Jena grinned sadistically. "Let her go before I kill you!" Mom shouted.
"If you kill me, I kill her. I don't know who she is, or what she is to you, but obviously she's something." Jena looked Max over. "Though I don't see why." Dad stepped forward. Jena pushed the knife harder. A drop of blood dripped down Max's collarbone. Fear built up in me. No one dare move a muscle. I felt a stab, and became light-headed. I knew this feeling all to well. "Oh," I uttered, falling to the ground.
There was red. Only red. Nothing but red. The roof was red, the ground was red, the walls were red. Blood red. Plain blood. Mom! Dead. Dad! Dead. Max! Dad. Killian! Dead. Jena! Alive in the middle of them all. Jena. With a knife to Grandpa's throat. Jena. Sliding the knife. Grandpa! Dead.
"You!" I looked up. I wasn't afraid anymore. There was no more fear. Only determination. I was determined to not let everyone I love die. "You tried to take my dad! Now you try to take my sister." I felt dad's eyes on me with that. "You won't hurt them. I won't let you."
She snorted. "You. How do you expect to fight me? You're a pathetic waste of power. You're the prodigy, and you choose to lock it up, and throw away the key. You're a nothing compared to me." I stood. "You wouldn't know the first thing about..." She crumbled to the ground, knife dropping with her.
"The funny thing is, you are right. I am the prodigy. I am the power. I do lock it up. Want to know what's funnier?" I walked until I was directly in front of her and looked down. "Do you want to know the funniest part of it, Jena? Eventually, the lock becomes rusty, and with a simple kick it will unlock." She looked up at me. "You kicked that lock, bitch. You unlocked me." She whimpered in pain. "Do you know what that means Jena?" I asked ever so quietly. I nudged her with my foot. "Answer me."
"No." She barked in pain.
"That means that there is a good ten years of un-used power in me. I'm sure you know better than I do, what kinds of damage I could cause with this." I held up a hand.
"Moira stop it." Dad said in a hushed scream.
I ignored him. "Beg. Beg for me to let you live. Beg you dirty scum! Beg for your life, because you nearly cost me mine!" I stepped on her hand. She wailed.
"Moira, don't!" I heard mom plea.
"Why the bloody hell should I let you live?" I barked. She whimpered some more. I turned and walked away a few steps, then back, with a grin on my face. "Hard to believe I don't even know what I'm doing, isn't it? Hard to believe that I'm supposed to be safe from all this magick, and me using it. I don't know about you Jena, but I think I'd be scared if I was in your position."
"Moira. No." I felt a hand on each shoulder. To my left was my dad, and to my right my mom. Holding on to my previously un-used hand, my sister.
"You don't deserve to live." I whispered to Jena, before turning and hugging my family tightly. I don't know about her, but I had scared myself. It was as if I couldn't control myself. I needed to hurt her. I felt the need to cause pain and suffering.
Mom said something in another language, and Jena fell unconscious. Not long after, some people came, and dragged Jena from our house. They shook hands with dad, and stared in awe at mom.
Max and I were sitting on the couch, blankets around us, waiting for everyone to leave. Outside, the snow fell gently. The first snowfall of the season. It was mesmerizing.
"How are you two feeling?" Mom sat on the coffee table in front of us. It turned out, Jena had actually made a slit in Max's throat. Mom had healed it up fully. I, on the other hand, couldn't be healed.
"It felt so good. To be able to have power over her. I had a vision that she killed you all, and I knew I couldn't let it happen. I snapped. I felt so free. I knew I could kill her, and I didn't care." I looked up at mom with tears in my eyes. "Why didn't I care?" And I cried. I didn't stop for a while.
"You're my daughter?" Dad looked at Max. Max blushed, which I've never seen before.
"I think so." They both looked to mom. She nodded, grinning like mad. Dad and Max stared at each other for a while, before nearly suffocating each other in hugs.
The night wore on. Max and I were again, settled on the couch. Mom was seated nicely on top of dad. They were talking quietly, kissing every minute or so.
"Maybe we should stay with Killian tonight." I whispered to Max. She looked at me, and smiled. "Dad."
"Yes, Moira?" He peeled his eyes from mom.
"We're going to go stay with Killian tonight. Give you two...time to catch up." I smirked. Dad raised an eyebrow. "I'm implying nothing. Good night." Both Max and I hugged and kissed our parents. This was home. This was family. This, I knew, was going to be a great new life to live.