Author's Note – Hello All! Oddly enough, I don't really have much to say at the moment so I'll just get straight to the disclaimer and then continue with the story that you have all been waiting patiently for

Disclaimer -Whether in previous or future chapters, I can confirm that I do not own any characters or ideas created by Cate Tiernan no matter how much I would want to have thought of them. I am solely the owner of the ideas and characters that I create, that are not from the Sweep/Wicca series.

Chapter 10

Ice

Hunter's POV –

The music was blaring everywhere I went and oddly enough, this experience was a lot like the one Morgan and I had in New York last year, I could feel all the different auras and presence's, no doubt this was a witch club. Oh, Morgan… How I ache to love you again. I feel like something has been pulled out of me, just ripped from my chest without my permission. With my love, I feel as if I've lost my soul. It wasn't like a shock experience either. Little by little my love just dissipated into nowhere and I couldn't even feel that it wasn't there until it was totally gone. Life isn't worth living without her around. Damn this!

Just get back to work, you're here for a reason you realise, push Morgan to the back of your mind and do your job! I walked into the foyer of the club and went into the men's room. I splashed some water on my face and rubbed my eyes. Was it just me or did I really look like a soulless body? A man walked next to me after getting out of the cubicle and started washing his hands.

"You're the Seeker huh?" he asked, he had a weird look on his face. Like he was cynically amused at me. Could you even do those two things at the same time?

"How…?"

"Kennet told me you might look a bit depressed."

"Thankyou Kennet." I muttered under my breath "So, you must be Mr,"

"Michael Carmichael," he cut in "Former New York Amyranth member." He shook my hand. "Pleased to meet you Mr Niall, I am very happy to be of service to your cause."

Happy? Since when was anyone happy to help out the ICOW?

"Yeah well, thankyou very much for helping us. Did you say that you were from the New York Amyranth cell?" I looked at him with my eyes wide open. He was one of the guys willing to steal Morgan's powers from her. ARGH! WHY DOES EVERYTHING REMIND ME OF HER!

Morgan's POV –

My life is just not worth living anymore. I know this sounds totally over the top just because Hunter didn't take me with him, it's just…everything. He has been so out of it lately, and I'm not even sure he loves me anymore. The hugs that he gives me feel cold and empty, there is no sparkle in his eyes when he sees me, and he doesn't buckle at the knees when we touch. No, now we seem like two foreigners in an unknown land. I don't even think he knows who I am any more. I've lost my muirn beatha dan, my soul mate, and with him leaves my soul. What is the point of living when it is without your only true love?

I was at my dorm now, there was nothing left to do except leave him the note. I sat down at my polished desk and immediately started sobbing. Goodbye world, Goodbye life, Goodbye love…

Dearest Giomanach,

For my loveless, lover...

By the time you've read this letter,

I most probably will be gone.

For tomorrow and days after,

I shan't see the break of dawn.

You were my one true lover,

My muirn beatha dan,

We can't live without each other,

But it seems to me you can.

I'll go to the pub owned by Danny,

And down shot after shot of tequila

And I'll make sure I take one too many,

Tablets of painkiller

And now as you've caused me pain,

That all my drinking cannot drown,

I want you, to listen,

For you not to make a sound.

You did this to me, Loveless Lover,

You did it to my heart,

The heart you broke and crushed,

The heart you tore apart.

But don't blame yourself loveless lover,

Because if it was never meant to be,

It shouldn't matter to you,

As I whisper goodbye to thee.

Love always,

Your loving lover,

Morgan XXOO

Author's Note - Yay, a cliffhanger! I've never done one of those before, but don't worry I won't leave you hanging for a long as last time. Did you like the poem? I wrote it, I don't know if Morgan is poetic or not but I thought it made the whole situation more dramatic if she said goodbye like that. Oh, and just for you guys who will stop breathing if Morgan dies. I promise you, it will turn out all good in the end!

Peace,

Helena