Here's another chapter of the story. I tried to write some more for In the Stars, but I have so many ideas for it, and I can't put my ideas in order yet. I'm hoping to have the next chapter sometime next week. Anyway, here's some emotion for you. Also some language in ***. Thanks for all the reviews. I was a bit surprised at so much feedback. Oh, and I also want to make one thing clear. I got a review from Corcra saying that Hunter wouldn't curse the clouds. He just cussed. F***, s***, damn, all that. Just wanted to clarify. Thanks for the review. Anyway, here's the next chapter.
JadeMoon**
Chapter 2: Escape
~Last chapter, Hunter's POV~
I was pulled under the water and kicked my legs furiously, trying to surface again… There was a bith dearc.
~Hunter's POV~
I stared at the bith dearc stupidly, trying to think of the spell I knew to dismantle it. But nothing came to me. I was frozen with fear. Hunter. The voice slipped into my mind, and I recognized it as Morgan's. It wasn't a witch message, but more like a wake – up call for me. I needed to get back to her. I once again swam to the shore, breathing quickly. I couldn't remember the spell right now. I tried to think it through, but was only able to remember about half of it. Think! The screams intensified as the bith dearc came closer. I turned my head and saw it advancing quickly.
I couldn't outrun it anymore. I turned to face the bith dearc, watching people scramble away from the corners of my eyes. My body was being pulled slightly to the bith dearc. I took a deep breath and reached into my jacket pocket to grip my athame. I couldn't find it anywhere. S***, I left it at the inn. I would have to do without it. I prayed to the Goddess that I could do the spell without my athame.
I thought to witch message Morgan, but she would never get here in time. Plus, I didn't want to worry her right now with the possibility of my demise. She needed to be as far away from this as possible. The bith dearc was here for me. I chanted the Gaelic words softly under my breath. I was halfway through when I heard a voice on the horizon. Hunter. Hunter, give it up. I was able to recognize the accent as being Scotch, but I didn't know whose voice it was. I continued with the spell quickly, feeling pressure in my head. Whoever had spoken was trying to see into my mind. I put up blocks in my head and ran through the spell. I shouted the last words and threw my arms wide. I felt myself being sucked toward it, and I shouted. A rush of cold air hit me as the bith dearc became smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared.
I continued to feel the pressure in my head. Whoever was there hadn't realized that I dismantled the bith dearc. I swam toward the shore again, feeling the pressure lessen slightly. I felt the ground beneath my feet and walked onto the small beach. I collapsed onto the sand as people started running toward me. I felt the pressure in my head lessen until a scream echoed in my mind. Noooooooooooooooo! I covered me ears and cried out with the voice. The connection broke all of a sudden, and I passed out.
~Morgan's POV~
I hurried toward the shore, praying that Hunter was alive. My emotions were in overdrive, and I couldn't sense the presence of anything. "You better not have taken him," I whispered silently. "God, Goddess, whoever, you couldn't have taken him. No way can you f*****g take him."
I came to a stop at the harbor, looking around. I saw a crowd of people hovering around a body, and I ran towards it. "Take it easy, son." I heard a man say. I pushed through the small crowd, practically stepping on the body. I stopped short and saw that it wasn't Hunter, but rather a teenager, about sixteen. His mother knelt on the ground, speaking to him softly, tears running down her face. The boy looked like he would black out at any second. I walked out of the crowd, my arms wrapped around my torso. I soon realized I was crying, the rain mixing with the tears.
I knew I needed to cast my senses for Hunter, but I couldn't at that moment. I was crying too hard. I saw bodies on the ground, covered with sheets. Hunter wasn't there. He wasn't sitting with other survivors, either. I looked up, wiping my eyes, as a ray of sunlight pierced my vision. I looked up and saw the sun coming up. I looked back down and saw the sunlight hit a figure in my line of vision. The sun was too strong, and I couldn't see it clearly. I walked forward, my hand covering my eyes, until I was in front of the body. The sun disappeared behind a cloud, and Hunter was standing right in front of me.
We stared at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, until; finally, Hunter wrapped his arms around me, hard. I felt like I was suffocating but didn't care. I burst into tears again and held him tightly. "Hunter," I whispered, but was silenced by a sob. "Hunter, I didn't know if you were dead or not."
Hunter laughed quietly through his tears. "Why didn't you cast your senses?" he asked.
I couldn't help but laugh. I felt like I could do anything now that Hunter was here with me. "I couldn't. I couldn't concentrate or calm down. My senses were pretty out of wack." I looked up into Hunter's face and saw that he had a cut above his eye. I frowned. "How did you get that?"
"Don't ask," he said. "I don't know how. Enough of this small talk." He leaned down and pressed his mouth hard against mine. I gasped but responded hungrily. I needed this desperately. We pulled apart after what seemed like hours. I wanted more. I really wanted to go home and jump into bed with him. I blushed at the idea. I wasn't a teenager anymore, but still, after so many years with Hunter, I still felt a little embarrassed thinking those thoughts. As if he read my mind (and probably did), Hunter grasped my hand. "Let's head back," he whispered.
AN: Well, a little longer than last chapter. Don't forget to review!