Authors Note: Okay, I got this part done, if anybody has a better idea on
who the bad guy should be, I might change it… but I like this one pretty
well. Thank you to KaLiChiCk13 for helping out so much…( I love you fic,
please keep posting!) I'm going to try to write the next part
tomorrow…Review!!!!!!!!!!!!
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As I stepped inside Hunters house, he grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. I could feel my hand shaking-or was it mine? I felt a shiver run through my body as I entered the room and saw that the room looked identical to when we did the stripping ceremony on David. The memory flashed through my mind-David, wearing white, with his hands bound behind his back. He knelt in a the center of the room, inside a pentagram if glowing sapphire. I snapped back into the present time.
I looked around the room. There were lit candles on the altar, and each of the corners of the room. This room was like a perfect duplicate, except this time, I would be the one in the middle, with my hands bound like a prisoner.
I felt the room getting smaller, slowing shrinking towards me. My vision began getting fuzzy, and I began to sway on my feet. Don't faint, please don't faint, I told myself. I felt a strong pair of hands wrap around my waist, and everything snapped back into place. I looked up to see Hunter, looking down at me, worry in his eyes.
"You okay?" he asked me. I nodded slowly, not feeling strong enough to speak out loudly without choking up. He looked into my eyes, and I could see that he knew I was lying. It almost felt like old times, when Hunter was holding me tightly, and we would lean in closer to each other, closer, until out lips touched. I felt my chin tilt up, and his head tilt down. It felt so good to be close to him, to have him to lean on for protection. It felt so right. My body flooded with heat
Out lips were only centimeters apart, and I could feel his body tense as they touched, ever so lightly. He jerked away.
"Uh," he mumbled, trying to regain control. His arm dropped from my waist, just before Sky walked up to us.
"Morgan, follow me. I have some white clothes you need to change into," she told me, her voice cold. She gripped my arm tightly, and pulled me up the stairs. My thoughts stayed on Hunter. Goddess, would I miss him.
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I gasped in pain as Hunter bound the rope tightly around my wrists. I could feel the ropes bite into my skin. Hunter gently pushed me down into the middle of the room. I knelt on my knees, my head down, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill.
I stole a glance around the room with out anyone noticing. I saw that my whole coven was here to witness this event. Bree had tears in her eyes, and was hanging on Robbie for comfort. I also saw Alyce, who was in the corner of the room, looking uncomfortable and sad.
Hunter began to round them up, at the corner of the pentagram. Hunter was at the top, his eyes guarded. He began surrounding the pentagram with salt. He traced the signs for each of the four directions, invoking the Guardian of each as he went. When he was finished, he began to speak.
"We call on the Goddess and God to be with us in this rite of justice. With the setting of the sun, we take from Morgan Rowlands the magic that you gifted her," he paused for a minute, taking a deep breath. Then began again. "No more shall she wake a witch. No more shall she know your beauty for your power. No more shall she do harm. No more shall she be one of us."
I feel my soul dieing as the words were spoken. The tears that I had been keeping
back, began to pour down my face. A sob broke through my tight throat, and Hunter paused once again.
"Morgan Rowlands, the International Council of witches has talked and passed judgment on you. You called on a dark spirit, and as a result, a man died. For that you are being punished by having your powers stripped from you. Do you understand?" I opened my mouth to answer, to say yes, but those weren't the words that came. I began chanting an unknown spell, the words flowing from me. I could feel the power that they held as the air in the room began feeling like it held electricity. When I finished the spell, the room grew quiet. I looked around. Everyone was frozen, unmoving.
I struggled with the binding around my wrists, but Hunter had tied them too tight. I looked up again, everybody was still in the same position that they were the last time I looked. I tired to get a closer look, and noticed that they weren't even blinking. I jerked my head around when I heard rustling on the other side of the room. I turned to see Ciaran, my real birth father, step out from the shadows.
I gasped.
Was he going to kill me? Was it him who killed the teacher? Was he the one responsible for the mess I was in? Questions shot through my mind, coming faster and faster as the seconds grew. I knelt there, staring up into my fathers eyes.
It was like a game, a contest. Who would look away first? My eyes shrank to a glare as he stepped closer to me. He knelt beside me, a smile corrupting his face.
"Does my sweet and loving daughter need my help?" he asked me. As impossible as it may seem, my eyes squinted further. He gave a low chuckle, then grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He untied me, and as the rope dropped to the ground, I realized the situation I was in. Everybody was frozen, I was here, defenseless, in the same room as my father Ciaran, a very powerful witch, and he must hate me. I mean, I did put a watch signal on him some time ago… and he did get in some trouble by the council because we were able to track him down.
"So, are you ready to join my side now?" he asked me, the smile never leaving his face. To join his side? To have my father by my side? To become one with evil. I thought about it for a minute, my forehead creasing with wrinkled lines. Never. The second the thought passed through my mind, I knew it was true.
"Never," I snapped, jerking away from his powerful grip. His smile never faded, but actually grew wider. I felt my anger growing, like a surfer riding a wave that was slowing increasing in size and speed. I wanted so swing my fist at his face. I wanted to hear it bash against his face, and cherish every drop of blood that hit the floor. But I held back. I knew that if I did, he would kill me, and I was hoping to get out of this alive. So, instead of physically attacking him, I decided to give him a piece of my mind.
"Why the hell would I ever want to join your side? I'm not one of those people who have fun killing people! I don't take joy in planning evil plots to blow up a city or something! It's bad enough knowing that my own real father is someone who does this stuff, you really think I would want to join? I have other friends, thank you very much," I told him, trying not to yell, but not succeeding. My words were a lot more colorful than that, and I was a little more descriptive, but that's about what I said. His hand snapped out, and in a moment he had my wrist in a painful lock. I winced in pain. He leaned in close to me, close enough to feel him warm breath on my face.
"Do you really think, that these people are you friends? The moment they thought you had contacted a dark spirit, they turned on you. How do you think that they'd be able to stick with you? And your stupid seeker boyfriend," he shot a glance at Hunter's unmoving body. Then looked at me again. "do you think he really loves you? He's only here to watch you. You're his assignment. His project waiting to turn evil. You saw that yesterday night, how quickly he turned on you. Be with people that you can trust, really, truly trust."
"Come on Morgan, together, with our powers, we can be the best. Better than the council, better than Hunter and his dumb friends. Think about it, following out own rules, having more powers than you can ever dream…Please, I now begging you, join me. It's in your blood, you're one of us, not one of them," he said and shot another glare at Hunter and the rest of my ex- coven. "Think about it, Morgan, think about our future," he began again in a whisper. I felt a smile cross my lips, and I turned and looked him in the eyes. He matched my smile, and urged me forward. "Think about it," he whispered once again. My smile grew, I had found my answer.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Okay, that's all for now… I'm tired and have to get some shut eye. I hoped you liked this part, and hope that your liking the fic overall. If anybody has any suggestions or helpful hints, feel free to share them with me. Please review!!!!!!
I own nothing, don't sue.
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As I stepped inside Hunters house, he grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. I could feel my hand shaking-or was it mine? I felt a shiver run through my body as I entered the room and saw that the room looked identical to when we did the stripping ceremony on David. The memory flashed through my mind-David, wearing white, with his hands bound behind his back. He knelt in a the center of the room, inside a pentagram if glowing sapphire. I snapped back into the present time.
I looked around the room. There were lit candles on the altar, and each of the corners of the room. This room was like a perfect duplicate, except this time, I would be the one in the middle, with my hands bound like a prisoner.
I felt the room getting smaller, slowing shrinking towards me. My vision began getting fuzzy, and I began to sway on my feet. Don't faint, please don't faint, I told myself. I felt a strong pair of hands wrap around my waist, and everything snapped back into place. I looked up to see Hunter, looking down at me, worry in his eyes.
"You okay?" he asked me. I nodded slowly, not feeling strong enough to speak out loudly without choking up. He looked into my eyes, and I could see that he knew I was lying. It almost felt like old times, when Hunter was holding me tightly, and we would lean in closer to each other, closer, until out lips touched. I felt my chin tilt up, and his head tilt down. It felt so good to be close to him, to have him to lean on for protection. It felt so right. My body flooded with heat
Out lips were only centimeters apart, and I could feel his body tense as they touched, ever so lightly. He jerked away.
"Uh," he mumbled, trying to regain control. His arm dropped from my waist, just before Sky walked up to us.
"Morgan, follow me. I have some white clothes you need to change into," she told me, her voice cold. She gripped my arm tightly, and pulled me up the stairs. My thoughts stayed on Hunter. Goddess, would I miss him.
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I gasped in pain as Hunter bound the rope tightly around my wrists. I could feel the ropes bite into my skin. Hunter gently pushed me down into the middle of the room. I knelt on my knees, my head down, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill.
I stole a glance around the room with out anyone noticing. I saw that my whole coven was here to witness this event. Bree had tears in her eyes, and was hanging on Robbie for comfort. I also saw Alyce, who was in the corner of the room, looking uncomfortable and sad.
Hunter began to round them up, at the corner of the pentagram. Hunter was at the top, his eyes guarded. He began surrounding the pentagram with salt. He traced the signs for each of the four directions, invoking the Guardian of each as he went. When he was finished, he began to speak.
"We call on the Goddess and God to be with us in this rite of justice. With the setting of the sun, we take from Morgan Rowlands the magic that you gifted her," he paused for a minute, taking a deep breath. Then began again. "No more shall she wake a witch. No more shall she know your beauty for your power. No more shall she do harm. No more shall she be one of us."
I feel my soul dieing as the words were spoken. The tears that I had been keeping
back, began to pour down my face. A sob broke through my tight throat, and Hunter paused once again.
"Morgan Rowlands, the International Council of witches has talked and passed judgment on you. You called on a dark spirit, and as a result, a man died. For that you are being punished by having your powers stripped from you. Do you understand?" I opened my mouth to answer, to say yes, but those weren't the words that came. I began chanting an unknown spell, the words flowing from me. I could feel the power that they held as the air in the room began feeling like it held electricity. When I finished the spell, the room grew quiet. I looked around. Everyone was frozen, unmoving.
I struggled with the binding around my wrists, but Hunter had tied them too tight. I looked up again, everybody was still in the same position that they were the last time I looked. I tired to get a closer look, and noticed that they weren't even blinking. I jerked my head around when I heard rustling on the other side of the room. I turned to see Ciaran, my real birth father, step out from the shadows.
I gasped.
Was he going to kill me? Was it him who killed the teacher? Was he the one responsible for the mess I was in? Questions shot through my mind, coming faster and faster as the seconds grew. I knelt there, staring up into my fathers eyes.
It was like a game, a contest. Who would look away first? My eyes shrank to a glare as he stepped closer to me. He knelt beside me, a smile corrupting his face.
"Does my sweet and loving daughter need my help?" he asked me. As impossible as it may seem, my eyes squinted further. He gave a low chuckle, then grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He untied me, and as the rope dropped to the ground, I realized the situation I was in. Everybody was frozen, I was here, defenseless, in the same room as my father Ciaran, a very powerful witch, and he must hate me. I mean, I did put a watch signal on him some time ago… and he did get in some trouble by the council because we were able to track him down.
"So, are you ready to join my side now?" he asked me, the smile never leaving his face. To join his side? To have my father by my side? To become one with evil. I thought about it for a minute, my forehead creasing with wrinkled lines. Never. The second the thought passed through my mind, I knew it was true.
"Never," I snapped, jerking away from his powerful grip. His smile never faded, but actually grew wider. I felt my anger growing, like a surfer riding a wave that was slowing increasing in size and speed. I wanted so swing my fist at his face. I wanted to hear it bash against his face, and cherish every drop of blood that hit the floor. But I held back. I knew that if I did, he would kill me, and I was hoping to get out of this alive. So, instead of physically attacking him, I decided to give him a piece of my mind.
"Why the hell would I ever want to join your side? I'm not one of those people who have fun killing people! I don't take joy in planning evil plots to blow up a city or something! It's bad enough knowing that my own real father is someone who does this stuff, you really think I would want to join? I have other friends, thank you very much," I told him, trying not to yell, but not succeeding. My words were a lot more colorful than that, and I was a little more descriptive, but that's about what I said. His hand snapped out, and in a moment he had my wrist in a painful lock. I winced in pain. He leaned in close to me, close enough to feel him warm breath on my face.
"Do you really think, that these people are you friends? The moment they thought you had contacted a dark spirit, they turned on you. How do you think that they'd be able to stick with you? And your stupid seeker boyfriend," he shot a glance at Hunter's unmoving body. Then looked at me again. "do you think he really loves you? He's only here to watch you. You're his assignment. His project waiting to turn evil. You saw that yesterday night, how quickly he turned on you. Be with people that you can trust, really, truly trust."
"Come on Morgan, together, with our powers, we can be the best. Better than the council, better than Hunter and his dumb friends. Think about it, following out own rules, having more powers than you can ever dream…Please, I now begging you, join me. It's in your blood, you're one of us, not one of them," he said and shot another glare at Hunter and the rest of my ex- coven. "Think about it, Morgan, think about our future," he began again in a whisper. I felt a smile cross my lips, and I turned and looked him in the eyes. He matched my smile, and urged me forward. "Think about it," he whispered once again. My smile grew, I had found my answer.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Okay, that's all for now… I'm tired and have to get some shut eye. I hoped you liked this part, and hope that your liking the fic overall. If anybody has any suggestions or helpful hints, feel free to share them with me. Please review!!!!!!