Authors Note: You know, I really had no intention of continuing this fic,
but after reading the last review (Thanks Ballet Babe83!) I decided to read
over my fic and see if I got a spark of inspiration. Well, in truth, my
memory of the books has faded drastically, but I think I'll be able to
piece it all together. So, without any more stalling, here's the eleventh
chapter of Wrongly Accused (more than a year late!)
I don't own, so please, with all the kindness you can gather, don't sue!!!
Morgan's POV
I looked in confusion as the pain in my mind slowly subsided. The feeling of dizziness lessened, and my eyes scanned the room, puzzled to see that Raven, Bree, and Jenna were fuzzy, almost see-through. It wasn't as if my vision was distorted; their bodies had actually begun to fade. I looked down at my own hands, wondering if I was also involved in the strange spell that had been cruelly cast over us. I could see the carpet through my hand.
But as I looked closer, my hand began to fill in, as if someone was painting a picture before my eyes. My skin was becoming solid and each unique feature revived itself, making my hand whole again. I raised my eyes to look at the others, and realized that Raven, Bree, and Jenna had also begun the swift shift back to solid bodies. I noticed something else also. A fuzzy Robbie, Sky, and Simon had joined us in the room, looking down at their bodies in bewilderment as their bodies slowly began to form. But there was one thing missing. One person missing. My muirn beatha dans.
Oh, Goddess, no! Please, don't take him away from me! We've just reunited again, for the first time in 6 months. Don't you dare take him away from me! I won't allow it! I will get him back, and you sure as hell better help me! My mind screamed, turning from a begging tone to a more forceful and angry one as my will power kicked in. I would not lose him. Ever. And to my sheer delight, the outline of Hunter's body began taking shape, slowly filling in, like all of the others. We are going to be okay, my mind whispered, hoping that if I were to think it, it would come true. I was wrong.
I noticed that something was wrong as Hunter raised his head, tears in his eyes, and eyes the room in utter confusion. As I ran up to him, reaching down to put my arms around him, wanting to feel him in my arms as proof that we were okay. But my hands went right through him. I began to whimper in fear, pleading that this was all a dream. Maybe I had passed out in happiness and had allowed my fear in losing Hunter again take over. But as he began to scream and cry in pain, pleading for the Goddess to bring me back, to bring us all back, I knew that this was just another part of the puzzle that created the continuous nightmare I was living.
Oh, how I wanted to hold him, wanted to comfort him as his last shred of hope slowly dissolved and his eyes grew empty. But I couldn't. We were in different realms, and he couldn't see, hear, or touch us. It didn't make sense. As I cried, huddled beside Hunter's shaking body, the rest of my coven gathered around me, holding me, crying with me, sharing my pain. It was soothing, but not the same without Hunter's arms around me, too. The rest of my coven could touch me. And it was dreadful to think that Hunter couldn't see us, that he was all alone. I at least had my coven, my family, to comfort me, but Hunter had nothing.
I shivered, crying into the shoulder of Bree as she rocked me back and forth. I knew that we needed to get ourselves together, to wipe away the tears, the fear, the anger, and begin to plan what needed to be done to bring Hunter back. Or to bring us back. But we didn't know what had been altered. We had all dissolved, disappearing, and then coming back, but now Hunter couldn't feel our presences. Were we still in the same room, or was this another room, spelled to look like the room we were partying in? It was all so confusing. How do you decipher a spell that you can't understand?
I slowly stood up, wiping away the trail of tears that had dried on my cheeks. I wouldn't cry anymore. We would break the spell, and strip the powers of whoever had placed it. Personally, my guess was my father, though I don't know if he even deserved such a title. Normal people don't abuse their rights as parents by punishing their children for not becoming evil like them. And Ciaran knew me well enough to use the thing I loved most to hurt me. He used Hunter.
The others slowly stood up with me, there eyes full of sorrow and confusion. I walked around, touching things, making sure that it was only Hunter we couldn't touch. It was. I turned to the hallway and began making my way towards it, walking across the room. As I took the last step from the room, I hit a barrier. And flew backwards. I glared at the invisible wall that locked us in the room, knowing that I should have expected it. Why would the spell caster make it easy for us to break the spell by giving us access to the outside world where we could find help?
"We need to do something," I spoke quietly, just above a whisper. "Have any of who encountered anything like this before? Do we have any information we can use to defeat the spell that's been cast?" They looked around at each other, and from the blank look in their eyes, I knew it was hopeless. There was nothing we could do.
I heard someone begin to laugh, and I was about ready to wipe the smile of the face of whoever found this moment amusing when I noticed that the sound was coming from behind me. And my entire coven, including a crying Hunter, was all in front of me. I stood up, turning around slowly and came face to face with Ciaran, a beaming smile like the Cheshire cat lighting up his face. I did the only thing I could think of. Gathered all of my physical strength, and lashed out at him, hitting him across the face. His smile didn't falter once. I aimed to take another hit when Hunter began screaming. I turned to look as he crumpled to the floor, his body writhing in pain.
"Hit me again, and I'll kill him," Ciaran whispered in my ear, just loud enough to be heard over Hunters moans of agony. Tears stung my eyes as I flung myself at Hunter and tried to touch him. But again my hand went through him, and his screaming continued. I kneeled down beside him, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to make the pain go away. Then I knew what I would have to do. Knew what Ciaran would ask of me, and I knew what my answer would have to be. The last of my pride shattered as I stared down at my soulmate's body, and I crawled to Ciaran, ready to do anything, even embrace the dark side, for Hunter.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Did you like it? It's past 12 o-clock and I'm tired, but I wanted to get it uploaded tonight, so here it is! Please excuse the lateness of the chapter, but I fear that it took so long that I lost all of my fans and there will be no reviews!!!!! Will you review for me??? Review for my inspiration so I can continue??? Review!!!!
I don't own, so please, with all the kindness you can gather, don't sue!!!
Morgan's POV
I looked in confusion as the pain in my mind slowly subsided. The feeling of dizziness lessened, and my eyes scanned the room, puzzled to see that Raven, Bree, and Jenna were fuzzy, almost see-through. It wasn't as if my vision was distorted; their bodies had actually begun to fade. I looked down at my own hands, wondering if I was also involved in the strange spell that had been cruelly cast over us. I could see the carpet through my hand.
But as I looked closer, my hand began to fill in, as if someone was painting a picture before my eyes. My skin was becoming solid and each unique feature revived itself, making my hand whole again. I raised my eyes to look at the others, and realized that Raven, Bree, and Jenna had also begun the swift shift back to solid bodies. I noticed something else also. A fuzzy Robbie, Sky, and Simon had joined us in the room, looking down at their bodies in bewilderment as their bodies slowly began to form. But there was one thing missing. One person missing. My muirn beatha dans.
Oh, Goddess, no! Please, don't take him away from me! We've just reunited again, for the first time in 6 months. Don't you dare take him away from me! I won't allow it! I will get him back, and you sure as hell better help me! My mind screamed, turning from a begging tone to a more forceful and angry one as my will power kicked in. I would not lose him. Ever. And to my sheer delight, the outline of Hunter's body began taking shape, slowly filling in, like all of the others. We are going to be okay, my mind whispered, hoping that if I were to think it, it would come true. I was wrong.
I noticed that something was wrong as Hunter raised his head, tears in his eyes, and eyes the room in utter confusion. As I ran up to him, reaching down to put my arms around him, wanting to feel him in my arms as proof that we were okay. But my hands went right through him. I began to whimper in fear, pleading that this was all a dream. Maybe I had passed out in happiness and had allowed my fear in losing Hunter again take over. But as he began to scream and cry in pain, pleading for the Goddess to bring me back, to bring us all back, I knew that this was just another part of the puzzle that created the continuous nightmare I was living.
Oh, how I wanted to hold him, wanted to comfort him as his last shred of hope slowly dissolved and his eyes grew empty. But I couldn't. We were in different realms, and he couldn't see, hear, or touch us. It didn't make sense. As I cried, huddled beside Hunter's shaking body, the rest of my coven gathered around me, holding me, crying with me, sharing my pain. It was soothing, but not the same without Hunter's arms around me, too. The rest of my coven could touch me. And it was dreadful to think that Hunter couldn't see us, that he was all alone. I at least had my coven, my family, to comfort me, but Hunter had nothing.
I shivered, crying into the shoulder of Bree as she rocked me back and forth. I knew that we needed to get ourselves together, to wipe away the tears, the fear, the anger, and begin to plan what needed to be done to bring Hunter back. Or to bring us back. But we didn't know what had been altered. We had all dissolved, disappearing, and then coming back, but now Hunter couldn't feel our presences. Were we still in the same room, or was this another room, spelled to look like the room we were partying in? It was all so confusing. How do you decipher a spell that you can't understand?
I slowly stood up, wiping away the trail of tears that had dried on my cheeks. I wouldn't cry anymore. We would break the spell, and strip the powers of whoever had placed it. Personally, my guess was my father, though I don't know if he even deserved such a title. Normal people don't abuse their rights as parents by punishing their children for not becoming evil like them. And Ciaran knew me well enough to use the thing I loved most to hurt me. He used Hunter.
The others slowly stood up with me, there eyes full of sorrow and confusion. I walked around, touching things, making sure that it was only Hunter we couldn't touch. It was. I turned to the hallway and began making my way towards it, walking across the room. As I took the last step from the room, I hit a barrier. And flew backwards. I glared at the invisible wall that locked us in the room, knowing that I should have expected it. Why would the spell caster make it easy for us to break the spell by giving us access to the outside world where we could find help?
"We need to do something," I spoke quietly, just above a whisper. "Have any of who encountered anything like this before? Do we have any information we can use to defeat the spell that's been cast?" They looked around at each other, and from the blank look in their eyes, I knew it was hopeless. There was nothing we could do.
I heard someone begin to laugh, and I was about ready to wipe the smile of the face of whoever found this moment amusing when I noticed that the sound was coming from behind me. And my entire coven, including a crying Hunter, was all in front of me. I stood up, turning around slowly and came face to face with Ciaran, a beaming smile like the Cheshire cat lighting up his face. I did the only thing I could think of. Gathered all of my physical strength, and lashed out at him, hitting him across the face. His smile didn't falter once. I aimed to take another hit when Hunter began screaming. I turned to look as he crumpled to the floor, his body writhing in pain.
"Hit me again, and I'll kill him," Ciaran whispered in my ear, just loud enough to be heard over Hunters moans of agony. Tears stung my eyes as I flung myself at Hunter and tried to touch him. But again my hand went through him, and his screaming continued. I kneeled down beside him, not knowing what to do, not knowing how to make the pain go away. Then I knew what I would have to do. Knew what Ciaran would ask of me, and I knew what my answer would have to be. The last of my pride shattered as I stared down at my soulmate's body, and I crawled to Ciaran, ready to do anything, even embrace the dark side, for Hunter.
-Fatalinie Blanchet
Did you like it? It's past 12 o-clock and I'm tired, but I wanted to get it uploaded tonight, so here it is! Please excuse the lateness of the chapter, but I fear that it took so long that I lost all of my fans and there will be no reviews!!!!! Will you review for me??? Review for my inspiration so I can continue??? Review!!!!