Authors Note: Okay, got this part done…expect more Morgan and Hunter
in the next part…First part of this is in Hunters POV…second is 6 months
later and in Morgan's POV…
Don't own, don't sue
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****Hunters Point Of View****
I sighed in relief as I gained control of my body. Shaking out my stiff arms and legs, my thoughts went strait to Morgan. I remember her chanting some sort of spell. I remember not being able to move or talk, and I remember Ciaran coming into the room, him talking to Morgan. The pain of realizing I was wrong was still fresh in my mind. The pain of seeing Morgan stabbed and bleeding was there too. But still, even though the memories were in my mind, it still felt like a dream-no, a nightmare.
I felt my body shudder in a sudden wave of pain as I looked around the room and saw the proof. A large blood stain had soaked into the carpet in the middle of the room, alongside it, a blood covered switchblade. I felt the unexpected tears running down my face before my body fully processed what they were.
I looked behind me, noticing for the first time the other people in the room with me. They were all staring endlessly at the blood stain on the carpet. Not just any blood stain, Morgan's blood stain. I heard a loud cry and saw Bree collapse into Robbie's arms, her face red and drenched with tears. Images flashed through my mind…the first time I'd seen Morgan, met her…the first time we hugged, the first time we kissed…the tears poured harder down my face.
I walked up to the stain, feeling unconnected to my body-to the world. My legs collapsed under me, and I sat in a heap beside the blood that belonged to my muirn beatha dans, the only person who fit me so well, the only person who I could ever love. I had an urge to pick up the blade covered in my Morgan's blood. To end my life, just like I'd ended Morgan's. I knew that it was my fault, my fault that my Morgan had to leave her life. I regretted ever accusing her, ever doubting her of turning evil.
I sat and cried bitter tears for my lost love, knowing that I'd never see her again, knowing that I'd never feel the happiness I felt when I was with her. I felt the rest of my coven come and sit in a circle around the blood stain, all there eyes tearful. I knew right then, then even without Morgan, I was not alone. We were going to find her together, we were going to correct a wrong.
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**** Six Months Later****
**** Morgan's POV****
It had been exactly a six months since I'd left. A year since that horrible night. The night I lost everything. Hunter, my family, friends, my home. Anytime I reflect on that night, shivers run up my spine. I remember Hunter and my coven as clear as the sun standing out on a hot summer day. I can almost hear them whispering to me, hear their voices on the wind, calling to me. Calling me back to Widow's Vale.
It's almost unbelievable how I adapted so quickly to this unknown place. When the guy I'd hitched a ride with dropped me off at the hospital in this town, I felt as if I'd never feel at home. As if I'd always be a stranger, walking the streets alone.
After I left the hospital, my wound mended and healing, I went and rented a motel for the night. I remember the feeling of loneliness as I laid alone in the unfamiliar bed, weeping tears of sorrow and pain, feeling every wave of cold air that came from the broken window and gap between the door and floor. I had only been able to pay the 10 dollars rent for the motel because I'd gotten some money from the guy who drove me here.
The morning after that, I'd enrolled myself in the high school near by, lying to them by saying my parents were not in town yet, but soon to show up. I'd been hired for a job as a waitress at a nightclub. I got a far salary, and was able to rent a motel room every night. After I'd made some friends, I'd moved in with one of them, having to pay half the rent for the small shack we were staying at. That's where I've lived ever since then. I had enough money to keep cloths on my back, and enough money to feed myself everyday.
I'd spent these months studying Wicca. My main priority was to grow to be as powerful as I could, and I was getting there. I could feel my power grow, even when I've learned a simple thing like a new ruin. I could feel the power in my veins, scorching my skin as it freezes it. I knew that I would need to return, return to my problems, return to Windows Vale.
****
I yawned loudly, stretching out on my small hard mat. I lazily looked around the room, hearing the soft snores of my friend Marie, who was sleeping on the other side of the room. I got up and walked over to my bag full of clothes. Which consisted of four shirts, five pants, and some underclothing.
I picked out the lose, baggy black pants, that had red pockets of different sizes patched all over it. I slipped the pants on, taking a black belt with silver studs and tightening it around my waist to keep the pants from falling off. I pulled a tight red shirt over my head, and hooked some chains around my neck. I grabbed my earrings and keys, putting them in my pocket, I quickly wrote a note to Marie.
Marie~
Hey, I'm taking my two weeks of vacation now. Please tell Boss that I won't be in for work. Oh, ya, and I'm taking your car-don't be mad, I'll return it, promise…
Love ya,
-Aqua
I'd signed my name Aqua, the name that I went by. Nobody actually new my real name. The name brought back too many sad memories, and I didn't want anyone to know my name in fear that someone might find me. My new name would be most important now, for I was going back to Widows Vale today.
No one would recognize me, with my new style and attitude, at least, I'd hoped they wouldn't. My hair had grown a tad bit longer, and my body had matured a little from it's no-curves and flatness. They wouldn't recognize me, they probably wouldn't even remember. I was going back, even if the risks were great. I was going back to see the people I loved, the ones that used to love me…
-Fatalinie Blanchet
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****Hunters Point Of View****
I sighed in relief as I gained control of my body. Shaking out my stiff arms and legs, my thoughts went strait to Morgan. I remember her chanting some sort of spell. I remember not being able to move or talk, and I remember Ciaran coming into the room, him talking to Morgan. The pain of realizing I was wrong was still fresh in my mind. The pain of seeing Morgan stabbed and bleeding was there too. But still, even though the memories were in my mind, it still felt like a dream-no, a nightmare.
I felt my body shudder in a sudden wave of pain as I looked around the room and saw the proof. A large blood stain had soaked into the carpet in the middle of the room, alongside it, a blood covered switchblade. I felt the unexpected tears running down my face before my body fully processed what they were.
I looked behind me, noticing for the first time the other people in the room with me. They were all staring endlessly at the blood stain on the carpet. Not just any blood stain, Morgan's blood stain. I heard a loud cry and saw Bree collapse into Robbie's arms, her face red and drenched with tears. Images flashed through my mind…the first time I'd seen Morgan, met her…the first time we hugged, the first time we kissed…the tears poured harder down my face.
I walked up to the stain, feeling unconnected to my body-to the world. My legs collapsed under me, and I sat in a heap beside the blood that belonged to my muirn beatha dans, the only person who fit me so well, the only person who I could ever love. I had an urge to pick up the blade covered in my Morgan's blood. To end my life, just like I'd ended Morgan's. I knew that it was my fault, my fault that my Morgan had to leave her life. I regretted ever accusing her, ever doubting her of turning evil.
I sat and cried bitter tears for my lost love, knowing that I'd never see her again, knowing that I'd never feel the happiness I felt when I was with her. I felt the rest of my coven come and sit in a circle around the blood stain, all there eyes tearful. I knew right then, then even without Morgan, I was not alone. We were going to find her together, we were going to correct a wrong.
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**** Six Months Later****
**** Morgan's POV****
It had been exactly a six months since I'd left. A year since that horrible night. The night I lost everything. Hunter, my family, friends, my home. Anytime I reflect on that night, shivers run up my spine. I remember Hunter and my coven as clear as the sun standing out on a hot summer day. I can almost hear them whispering to me, hear their voices on the wind, calling to me. Calling me back to Widow's Vale.
It's almost unbelievable how I adapted so quickly to this unknown place. When the guy I'd hitched a ride with dropped me off at the hospital in this town, I felt as if I'd never feel at home. As if I'd always be a stranger, walking the streets alone.
After I left the hospital, my wound mended and healing, I went and rented a motel for the night. I remember the feeling of loneliness as I laid alone in the unfamiliar bed, weeping tears of sorrow and pain, feeling every wave of cold air that came from the broken window and gap between the door and floor. I had only been able to pay the 10 dollars rent for the motel because I'd gotten some money from the guy who drove me here.
The morning after that, I'd enrolled myself in the high school near by, lying to them by saying my parents were not in town yet, but soon to show up. I'd been hired for a job as a waitress at a nightclub. I got a far salary, and was able to rent a motel room every night. After I'd made some friends, I'd moved in with one of them, having to pay half the rent for the small shack we were staying at. That's where I've lived ever since then. I had enough money to keep cloths on my back, and enough money to feed myself everyday.
I'd spent these months studying Wicca. My main priority was to grow to be as powerful as I could, and I was getting there. I could feel my power grow, even when I've learned a simple thing like a new ruin. I could feel the power in my veins, scorching my skin as it freezes it. I knew that I would need to return, return to my problems, return to Windows Vale.
****
I yawned loudly, stretching out on my small hard mat. I lazily looked around the room, hearing the soft snores of my friend Marie, who was sleeping on the other side of the room. I got up and walked over to my bag full of clothes. Which consisted of four shirts, five pants, and some underclothing.
I picked out the lose, baggy black pants, that had red pockets of different sizes patched all over it. I slipped the pants on, taking a black belt with silver studs and tightening it around my waist to keep the pants from falling off. I pulled a tight red shirt over my head, and hooked some chains around my neck. I grabbed my earrings and keys, putting them in my pocket, I quickly wrote a note to Marie.
Marie~
Hey, I'm taking my two weeks of vacation now. Please tell Boss that I won't be in for work. Oh, ya, and I'm taking your car-don't be mad, I'll return it, promise…
Love ya,
-Aqua
I'd signed my name Aqua, the name that I went by. Nobody actually new my real name. The name brought back too many sad memories, and I didn't want anyone to know my name in fear that someone might find me. My new name would be most important now, for I was going back to Widows Vale today.
No one would recognize me, with my new style and attitude, at least, I'd hoped they wouldn't. My hair had grown a tad bit longer, and my body had matured a little from it's no-curves and flatness. They wouldn't recognize me, they probably wouldn't even remember. I was going back, even if the risks were great. I was going back to see the people I loved, the ones that used to love me…
-Fatalinie Blanchet
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