Authors Note: Okay, sorry this part took so long. I've been kinda busy and
haven't gotten the time. I hope you like this part. Please review!!!
I own nothing, please don't sue…
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I felt a shiver run through my body as I saw the sign Welcome to Widows Vale. The shiver subsided.
Welcome to Widows Vale? Ya, right! I was probably the least welcome person in the town. I chuckled quietly, trying to ignore the butterflies tickling my stomach. My breath caught in my throat when I drove past the familiar houses and buildings.
You never should have come back here, you should turn around now, a voice whispered in my head. My hands tightened on the steering wheel. No, this is my home, this is where I belong, I snapped back at the voice.
I felt myself sweating lightly as I drove past Practical Magick. What if I saw someone from Kithic? What if I saw Hunter, my muirn beatha dans? What if he tried to strip me of my powers again? What ifs ran through my head at supersonic speed, all staying unanswered.
A part of my wanted to see Hunter. Just see him. What I would do to just see his blond hair and gorgeous smile one last time. When I left Widows Vale six months ago, I never went a minute without thinking about him. Anything I saw would bring a vision of his smiling face in my mind. After a couple months, my memories of him began to fade, but my lust for was always there, just hidden away in the depths of my heart.
I felt my nervousness increase as I turned onto my old street. I was going to talk to my family. I was going to tell them everything. Everything about Wicca, my coven, Hunter. I would reveal all my emotions, the ones I'd kept from them for so long. Hopefully they'd understand, but the thought that they might not brought a shudder through my body.
I pulled into the driveway.
Parking the car, I looked in the mirror once, making sure that I looked good. My first appearance would mean a lot to them. I had to show them that I could take care of myself. I would also need them to keep me secret for the month I was here. I knew how much my parents and Mary K. hated Wicca. I just hoped that they wouldn't call up Hunter the moment I leave the room. I don't think that they'd mind if Hunter took my powers away. They'd probably be delighted, maybe even celebrating.
I stepped slowly out of the car. I knew that they were home because the garage doors were open and I could see the two cars parked there. Hopefully, Mary K. would be home too, not on a date or at a party. I shut the door quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible.
I walked up to the front door and knocked lightly. I could feel my body shaking, my fear rising. What if they kicked me out? What if they didn't love me anymore? What if they adopted a new child to replace me? My thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open.
I looked up and saw Mary K. staring at me. Just staring. Her mouth dropped down into a wide O. I thought she was going to faint for a second, but changed my mind as she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I could hear the worried voices of my parents as they walked to the doorway. I heard a gasp and felt another pair of arms wrap around me. Then, one last pair of strong arms hugged me firmly, and I joined completely in the family hug, wondering why I'd ever left this love.
Hunter, a voice whispered in my mind. You left because of Hunter and your coven. I pulled away gently from my family's embrace and looked at them for the first time in months. Everyone's face was tear streaked, and it took my a moment to notice that mine was too. I slowly wiped them away and took the offered hand my father held out to me.
"Can I talk to you guys?" I asked quietly. They all nodded and led me into the house. The house that was once mine, but never would be again.
****
I had told them everything. I told my story from beginning to end, starting from the day I'd met Cal. They had sat there quietly through my story, not moving or making a sound, as if in shock. When I had gotten to the part about Hunter, who tried to strip my powers, and Ciaran, who had tried to kill me, my mother and sister started crying again. When I was finally finished talking, I felt a wave of relief pass over me. I had wanted to get these secrets out for a long time, and it felt good to finally let go.
I sighed heavily, and continued thinking about my family as I slipped into a relaxing sleep, feeling happy and loved.
****
I yawned loudly and walked down the stairs, still in the nightgown Mary K, had let me borrow last night. I caught the scent of bacon, eggs, and any other brunch food I could think of. My mouth began to water and I had to stop from drooling as I walked into the kitchen. I hadn't eaten a meal like this since I'd left, and it felt great when I snuck a piece of bacon when my mom wasn't looking and pop it in my mouth.
My mind stayed off Hunter and my coven all morning. I knew that I was going to have to face them, no matter how I tried to convince myself that I could avoid the crisis that had occurred between us a long six months back. I was going to go to Practical Magick today, and conquer my fears.
I finished breakfast, and felt as bloated as ever. I crawled up the stairs, using Mary K. as support. We laughed and giggled, just like old times, and my heart pumped with excitement of being back.
I took a quick shower, then went into my room and put on a pair on tight white pants, followed by my belt. I slipped on a black tee-shirt that had some funky design across the front. I put some eyeliner and mascara on, and lightly reddened my lips. After pulling a brush through my long hair, I took a look at myself in the mirror. The old Morgan would never dress like this. Sometimes I missed my old look, but it felt good to have guys turn there head to look at me. I still wasn't that pretty. My face wasn't gorgeous like models. Compared to them, I was plain, drawn in black and white, but I still looked good.
It took me all of fifteen minutes to get ready, and I was now out the door, walking at a snail's pace to Marie's car. I took a minute to look around, admiring beautiful house and landscaping. I truly felt at home here, and it hurt me that there might be a chance that I'll have to go back to my old place, and finish my life as a waitress. I would do anything to stay here, with my family. The only people that truly love me.
I got in the car, and made my way Practical Magick, feeling more and more nervous as I got closer. My breathing grew heavier as I slammed the car door shut and forced myself to step through the building door. Memories immediately flashed through my mind. This place brought back so many sad memories, as well as good ones. I could remember the first time I went here, the first time I bought something. I could feel the nervousness and excitement I had felt when I had first learned about Wicca. I shut my eyes and smiled. It felt so good to be here again, remembering my old life. I sighed.
"Can I help you?" a familiar voice asked. My eyes snapped open and I found myself staring into Alyce's face.
"No, I'm just looking right now," I mumbled under my breath. It was difficult to speak. My throat had closed up and scrunched tight, making it hard to breath. I felt myself sweating lightly. I felt an urge to hug her, to throw my arms around her and tell her how much I'd missed her. But I knew she would run to Hunter, and I was not going through the stripping ceremony again, I'd rather die than not have my powers.
"Well, if you need help or want to buy anything, I'll be as the front counter," she said politely and smiled. She looked at me once more, and I knew she recognized me, but just couldn't quite place where she'd seen me. I smiled back, feeling more relaxed. She walked away.
I looked around the store, knowing that I could only buy a small thing. I only had about ten dollars on me. I spent about five minutes looking around, and finally chose to buy a cute little candle that had had some ruin signs on it. I walked up to the front counter and handed the candle to Alyce. She was wringing up the candle when I heard someone growl in frustration behind me. I turned my head quickly, to take a small glance, and saw Bree and Robbie walking my way, and in the middle of the two, the only guy that's ever truly loved me, as well as hurt me beyond imagination.
Hunter, my mind whispered.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Okay, I'm going to write the eighth chapter in an hour or so. My mom and I have to go shopping. I hoped you liked this part and are still interested in my fic!!! Anyway…please review!!! I love reviews and NEED more…Thanks!!!
I own nothing, please don't sue…
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I felt a shiver run through my body as I saw the sign Welcome to Widows Vale. The shiver subsided.
Welcome to Widows Vale? Ya, right! I was probably the least welcome person in the town. I chuckled quietly, trying to ignore the butterflies tickling my stomach. My breath caught in my throat when I drove past the familiar houses and buildings.
You never should have come back here, you should turn around now, a voice whispered in my head. My hands tightened on the steering wheel. No, this is my home, this is where I belong, I snapped back at the voice.
I felt myself sweating lightly as I drove past Practical Magick. What if I saw someone from Kithic? What if I saw Hunter, my muirn beatha dans? What if he tried to strip me of my powers again? What ifs ran through my head at supersonic speed, all staying unanswered.
A part of my wanted to see Hunter. Just see him. What I would do to just see his blond hair and gorgeous smile one last time. When I left Widows Vale six months ago, I never went a minute without thinking about him. Anything I saw would bring a vision of his smiling face in my mind. After a couple months, my memories of him began to fade, but my lust for was always there, just hidden away in the depths of my heart.
I felt my nervousness increase as I turned onto my old street. I was going to talk to my family. I was going to tell them everything. Everything about Wicca, my coven, Hunter. I would reveal all my emotions, the ones I'd kept from them for so long. Hopefully they'd understand, but the thought that they might not brought a shudder through my body.
I pulled into the driveway.
Parking the car, I looked in the mirror once, making sure that I looked good. My first appearance would mean a lot to them. I had to show them that I could take care of myself. I would also need them to keep me secret for the month I was here. I knew how much my parents and Mary K. hated Wicca. I just hoped that they wouldn't call up Hunter the moment I leave the room. I don't think that they'd mind if Hunter took my powers away. They'd probably be delighted, maybe even celebrating.
I stepped slowly out of the car. I knew that they were home because the garage doors were open and I could see the two cars parked there. Hopefully, Mary K. would be home too, not on a date or at a party. I shut the door quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible.
I walked up to the front door and knocked lightly. I could feel my body shaking, my fear rising. What if they kicked me out? What if they didn't love me anymore? What if they adopted a new child to replace me? My thoughts were interrupted as the door swung open.
I looked up and saw Mary K. staring at me. Just staring. Her mouth dropped down into a wide O. I thought she was going to faint for a second, but changed my mind as she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I could hear the worried voices of my parents as they walked to the doorway. I heard a gasp and felt another pair of arms wrap around me. Then, one last pair of strong arms hugged me firmly, and I joined completely in the family hug, wondering why I'd ever left this love.
Hunter, a voice whispered in my mind. You left because of Hunter and your coven. I pulled away gently from my family's embrace and looked at them for the first time in months. Everyone's face was tear streaked, and it took my a moment to notice that mine was too. I slowly wiped them away and took the offered hand my father held out to me.
"Can I talk to you guys?" I asked quietly. They all nodded and led me into the house. The house that was once mine, but never would be again.
****
I had told them everything. I told my story from beginning to end, starting from the day I'd met Cal. They had sat there quietly through my story, not moving or making a sound, as if in shock. When I had gotten to the part about Hunter, who tried to strip my powers, and Ciaran, who had tried to kill me, my mother and sister started crying again. When I was finally finished talking, I felt a wave of relief pass over me. I had wanted to get these secrets out for a long time, and it felt good to finally let go.
I sighed heavily, and continued thinking about my family as I slipped into a relaxing sleep, feeling happy and loved.
****
I yawned loudly and walked down the stairs, still in the nightgown Mary K, had let me borrow last night. I caught the scent of bacon, eggs, and any other brunch food I could think of. My mouth began to water and I had to stop from drooling as I walked into the kitchen. I hadn't eaten a meal like this since I'd left, and it felt great when I snuck a piece of bacon when my mom wasn't looking and pop it in my mouth.
My mind stayed off Hunter and my coven all morning. I knew that I was going to have to face them, no matter how I tried to convince myself that I could avoid the crisis that had occurred between us a long six months back. I was going to go to Practical Magick today, and conquer my fears.
I finished breakfast, and felt as bloated as ever. I crawled up the stairs, using Mary K. as support. We laughed and giggled, just like old times, and my heart pumped with excitement of being back.
I took a quick shower, then went into my room and put on a pair on tight white pants, followed by my belt. I slipped on a black tee-shirt that had some funky design across the front. I put some eyeliner and mascara on, and lightly reddened my lips. After pulling a brush through my long hair, I took a look at myself in the mirror. The old Morgan would never dress like this. Sometimes I missed my old look, but it felt good to have guys turn there head to look at me. I still wasn't that pretty. My face wasn't gorgeous like models. Compared to them, I was plain, drawn in black and white, but I still looked good.
It took me all of fifteen minutes to get ready, and I was now out the door, walking at a snail's pace to Marie's car. I took a minute to look around, admiring beautiful house and landscaping. I truly felt at home here, and it hurt me that there might be a chance that I'll have to go back to my old place, and finish my life as a waitress. I would do anything to stay here, with my family. The only people that truly love me.
I got in the car, and made my way Practical Magick, feeling more and more nervous as I got closer. My breathing grew heavier as I slammed the car door shut and forced myself to step through the building door. Memories immediately flashed through my mind. This place brought back so many sad memories, as well as good ones. I could remember the first time I went here, the first time I bought something. I could feel the nervousness and excitement I had felt when I had first learned about Wicca. I shut my eyes and smiled. It felt so good to be here again, remembering my old life. I sighed.
"Can I help you?" a familiar voice asked. My eyes snapped open and I found myself staring into Alyce's face.
"No, I'm just looking right now," I mumbled under my breath. It was difficult to speak. My throat had closed up and scrunched tight, making it hard to breath. I felt myself sweating lightly. I felt an urge to hug her, to throw my arms around her and tell her how much I'd missed her. But I knew she would run to Hunter, and I was not going through the stripping ceremony again, I'd rather die than not have my powers.
"Well, if you need help or want to buy anything, I'll be as the front counter," she said politely and smiled. She looked at me once more, and I knew she recognized me, but just couldn't quite place where she'd seen me. I smiled back, feeling more relaxed. She walked away.
I looked around the store, knowing that I could only buy a small thing. I only had about ten dollars on me. I spent about five minutes looking around, and finally chose to buy a cute little candle that had had some ruin signs on it. I walked up to the front counter and handed the candle to Alyce. She was wringing up the candle when I heard someone growl in frustration behind me. I turned my head quickly, to take a small glance, and saw Bree and Robbie walking my way, and in the middle of the two, the only guy that's ever truly loved me, as well as hurt me beyond imagination.
Hunter, my mind whispered.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Okay, I'm going to write the eighth chapter in an hour or so. My mom and I have to go shopping. I hoped you liked this part and are still interested in my fic!!! Anyway…please review!!! I love reviews and NEED more…Thanks!!!