Author's Note – Hiya! Sorry for the wait on this chapter. I really hope you enjoy it. I am going to try and make it super long because I was thinking about whether or not the chapters I write are too short. Please, if you think they're too short don't hesitate to tell me. Thankyou SO much for all of your positive and uplifting comments! They make it all worthwhile!( By the way, since don't let me put any squiggly lines or asterisks to mark the witch messages, I've decided on a simple WM, to show when any witch messages are being sent. Read, enjoy and review!( Disclaimer – I don't own any intellectual property thought up by anyone but me. I own no characters or ideas already used by Cate Tiernan. I own my ideas and my characters only.

Chapter 8
Even in your dreams... Hunter's POV - DREAM –It was a small dark room, with no furnishings of any kind. No light. It felt as though the box was enclosing me, enveloping me in its darkness, taking me over. Turning me from good to evil...

A man entered the room. I didn't recognise him but light was emanating from his body. Certain warmth covered me and I just suddenly knew that he was going to give me something that I would never forget. Something life changing, something special...-END OF DREAM

I woke up from my whacked out dream with the sound of Morgan's voice in my head WM – Hey, sorry if I woke you, I just really need you now – WM WM – Goddess, what is wrong Morgan? – WM, I asked sincerely, I still felt tired but if something was happening to Morgan... WM – It's just, just. I don't know, it is stupid, I shouldn't have brought it up, and I bet that it's nothing - WM WM – No, please, Morgan. I care so much about you. I love you; we can't keep secrets from each other ok, at least not things that bother us –WM WM – OK, my love, I'll tell you, but I think it is best if I come over to tell you – WM WM – No, it is ok, I'll come to the dormitories, are you in room 213? – WM WM – Yeah, please hurry, I'll wait for you outside of my room, bye my love, drive safely – WM

I quickly put some pants on and a shirt and out of habit I put my hand through my already messy hair. "God, Niall, you know that that makes you look stupid when you do that" I said to myself quietly, while looking in the bathroom mirror trying to brush my teeth and flatten my hair at the same time.

Once I looked reasonably presentable I grabbed my mobile phone (AN: Cell phone, whatever you want) (Morgan, had forced me to get one since I wasn't a very contactable person, especially when one of us had had our powers cut off, making it impossible to send witch messages) and dialled from memory a taxi service. Unlike Widow's Vale, where there was one taxicab, that belonged to the one company and closed at 10:00pm, London had many 24 hour taxi services.

As I stood outside and shivered to death in the coldness of the night, it may have been summer but it was still cold, I thought about my dream a bit more. "I wonder what was happening, it felt like someone was draining my powers through my dream. Like they were sending subliminal witch messages with just the surroundings," I thought to myself "Weird" With that I shuddered and headlights started coming up the quiet street on which I live on. It stopped right in front of me.

As I leant over to open the door of the car and step in, the taxi driver stared directly at me. He was the man from my dreams! He gained direct eye contact with me and the bastard put me under a binding spell even I couldn't shake off! I quietly abided with his directions. With his mind he controlled my every move and made me sit in his taxi and buckle my seat belt. I closed the door sharply and he quickly took off.

Now that I was in there I started fighting him off. But his spell was so strong. How did he even know who I was? How did he know that I called? Why me? Why me? Why me????????? He was forcing something into my mind. Something unfamiliar, like a time bomb, the information could explode at any second. But when?

I finally found the spell to break him off. I was free! My abilities shocked him, and he lost control of the wheel. With the spell I had done, my anger, the anger that had built up inside me when I was repressed went into the spell. Which caused a spell so fierce, it burst the left back wheel of the old car. With him losing control and with the sudden explosion of the tyre, the taxi started tumbling down the cliff on the side of the road, and luckily enough I managed to get the seat belt off myself before it crushed my rib cage.

The glass shattered and I feared for my life. It slashed the skin on my face and on my bare hands and blood started dripping from my body. The car must have hurtled downhill five times until it stopped the right way up. Everything was a mangled mess and the man from my dreams was severely hurt. I tried to help him up, but he seemed to have some kind of protection spell on him that prevented me from using any kind of magick on him. My hands burned when I touched him so I backed away and just sat down next to the mess.

In the distance I could hear sirens going off. Someone had called the police and the ambulance. "Oh, Goddess, I'd have to think of some kind of story for the police. They would definitely not take the story of me being put under a spell and being forced into a car with a strange man from my dreams. And I'd have tell Morgan and my family about this too. I felt like shit, apart from being stabbed all over my body with glass and experiencing a major car crash, I would have to lie, or at least twist the truth for Morgan. I mean, I was the one who said "we can't keep secrets from each other ok, at least not things that bother us" what a hypocrite. I'm such a bastard, but I guess, it is for her own good. I can handle this on my own. I can handle this by myself, it is nothing for Morgan to worry over."

The ambulance and the police came soon after I had thought about this. Without questions they put the man and me from my dream into separate stretchers and drove us into hospital. I lay there thinking about nothing when the time bomb exploded.

DREAM - I was back in the black room. There was no light, just plain blackness. The man entered again, this time he spoke to me and I wondered that if Morgan had not interrupted my slumber, if I would have experienced his words before hand. "You and Morgan Riordan-McEwan, it is not meant to be, you know. She's just a bitch, a bitch like her mother. Come join us, come join her father and I, we can help you discover your full potential you know" With every word he spoke, it was like he was hypnotising me making me believe something that was not real. I fought my hardest but with each word it became harder and harder. I eventually gave up out of weakness and let myself experience his words. "She's just going to play you. She's too strong for you" Come join us, we can bring you down." –END OF DREAM

I woke up sweating, in a strange, overcrowded room of London hospital. I was squashed into the corner of a waiting room. The hospital was definitely overcrowded that evening. A baby was crying in the background and a mother was complaining to a nurse about the lack of rooms that night. The faces of Skye, Da and Morgan looked down upon me. "Hunter..." Morgan said, frightened, "are you ok?" "I'm ok, my love, I'll be fine..." I was not going to be fine. The thought of me loving Morgan felt weird to me. I just wasn't in love with her anymore