Author's Note – Hello to all my loyal readers of my fan fiction Eoh! I am so sorry for keeping you waiting for so long since the last chapter. I really hope that you all enjoy the next few chapters. Please keep reviewing I've only gotten 2 reviews for my 5th or 6th chapters, and the reviews are what keeping me going. I want to know whether I'm just wasting my time or not. Hey, question, has anyone here understood why I called it Eoh yet? I'm just curious. Anyways, enjoy and review!!:-)
Disclaimer – If I were really Cate Tiernan do you think I'd be writing fan fictions for my own books? Anyways, I do not own any characters or intellectual property that Cate Tiernan has created. I am solely the owner of my own attempts at new characters and ideas.
Chapter 7
Airports - Part 2
Morgan's POV –
I have come to realise that airplane food is severely underrated. I mean, it is pretty good, much better than hospital food anyways. As I had finished eating my beef and black bean sauce with exquisite fried rice I noticed that Hunter was a bit edgy. He seemed off in a distant world that really, isn't that odd for Hunter, but today... It felt as though we'd just been having a great phone conversation and he mysteriously decided to hang up.
"Hey, my love," He asked gently, "What's up, you seem troubled?" As he said this he lifted up my hands and held them in his.
"What's wrong with me? What is wrong with you, Hunter? You seem so distant today. Is anything the matter?"
"It's nothing, just a stupid dream. Forget it, ok Morgan."
"A dream? But it could mean something couldn't it? I mean, what about when I was having those dreams about, you know." I didn't want to say the word "Amyranth" on the plane. Anyone could hear, even a cell member.
"Look, just drop it ok!?" He said this too harshly I thought. His eyes were filled with anger.
A tear welled up in my eye and slowly trickled down my cold face. How could he be so mean, I was just trying to help? I mean, I just had to leave all my family and friends and he snapped at me because what, I care for him?
"Goddess, oh, Morgan, hey, my love, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that," He said ever so gently. "I didn't want to make you cry, I realise that you were only caring for me, but seriously, it doesn't mean anything, there is no reason to worry." And with that he wrapped his big arms around my shoulders and hugged me.
Hunter's POV –
Even as I held her, I knew that something was definitely going to go wrong. Why hadn't I just told her? Idiot! Well, I can't do anything now.
The PA system just stopped all the movies and games going on and the pilot started to give out the message that we would soon be landing at Heathrow airport and that we all had to have filled out our sheets for quarantine before we left the plane.
We all waited around the little black belt that rotates around a circle and waited for all of our baggage to come through. There were 11 suitcases in total and we were collecting the eighth when something struck me. What if Morgan and me were not meant to be? Perhaps the evil side of my ancestry in the Woodbane clan was making me forget Morgan, and just see the power. Something was making me desire her, but how do I know that this so called love, is not just being swayed but my subconscious desire to be strong?
This thought scared me so much I could not sleep that night. I guess the fact that I was also in a weird house in a weird neighbourhood in a country I had not been to in about half a year added to my insomnia. Morgan wasn't even there to talk to. She was going to be living at a dorm on campus. I guess I wouldn't have thought otherwise. Her parents really wouldn't want her and I sharing the same roof, even if my cousin and father were staying there too.
I put all of my troubling thoughts behind me and tried to focus on the task at hand. Sleeping. Even in my sleep I was not safe. Something would definitely pop up in my dreams about this situation. Argh! I got up to get a glass of water and just spent the night watching "The Simpson's" marathon on the television.
Author's Note – Ok, now that you've read it, tell me what you think! Just click on the link and write down your feelings. I don't even care if you're going to write about how much of a crap writer I am. By the way, another disclaimer, I don't own "The Simpson's" either. I know it seems out of place but I couldn't think of any other program. Probably because as I am writing this "The Simpson's" is on. Anyways, bye. -H :-)
