A/N Hello folks! How are we all? You might have noticed that I'm in a
cheerful mood today but so if my writing sounds like I was hyper when
writing it then I am! Lol!
A word of advice- read the diary entry at the beginning of the chapter- it explains a lot. You might guess who is (I made the name up by the way) but if you don't then you'll find out soon. Happy reading!
Hunter's POV:-
I brought Sgath back yesterday. It was easy. All I had to do was open a birth dearc and he was mine. He has agreed to work for me, but I know that it is only because he wants her. Because he wants Bradhadair's daughter. Giomanach remembers nothing of her and he will learn to love me. I will start preparing the love spell tonight and finalise it tomorrow when I visit him. Sgath has one ready for when he goes to meet her. The plan is in action. We will win.
-Naimhdeas
"There's someone here to see you." I looked up at the nurse with interest. "It's Miss McEwan, the woman who brought you here."
"Let her come in." I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and ran a hand through my hair, forgetting that it makes my hair stick up in a stupid way. I was going to meet Miss McEwan. I didn't even know her first name, but already I felt a connection to her as though we had been introduced before.
The door opened and I flung myself onto a chair, trying to look casual. "Hunter?" I looked up as if I didn't know who would be standing there, and my mouth dropped open.
Standing before me was a slim woman with sandy brown hair which was tied back neatly with a gold ribbon. She was wearing a crème suit which clung to her figure in all the right places and she held her head high with a natural self-confidence. Her lips curved into a smile and I found myself taking quick, shallow breaths.
She extended her hand, "Miss McEwan?" She blushed at the use of her full name and I kissed her hand softly. As I let go, I looked up at her eyes which were an inviting shade of honey brown.
"Please, call me Iona." She smiled and her eyes lit up with delight. "Shall we sit down?" I nodded and motioned to the chair next to mine.
I sat down without taking my eyes off of her. "I want to thank you for bringing me here, Iona." I took her hand gently. "The nurses say you saved my life."
"Who wouldn't have tried to save such a handsome young man? It was my pleasure to help you." It was my turn to blush. "I understand that you remember nothing of before the accident?" I nodded slowly. "That is most regrettable, but I should like to help in any way I can."
My mind tried to form questions to ask, but it seemed incapable of coherent thought. "Is there anything you would like to ask? I will try to answer them as best I can." I nodded stupidly. "Would you like me to tell you about where I found you?"
"That would be wonderful, Iona." I was given another glimpse of her brilliant white teeth as she smiled.
"I found you not far from here, in a place called Cobh. It's a small fishing village but it's a beautiful area. You had your crash just outside the village. I assume you swerved for an animal or another car, because when I drove past later your car was in a ditch."
"Why were you in Cobh?" She looked at me as though she was a little taken aback and then cocked her head to one side.
"You are very interesting, very interesting." She paused before going on. "I was visiting an old school friend who lives in Cobh and I left at around nine o'clock. I passed your car and naturally, I stopped to see what help I could offer."
"Why did you bring me here? Shouldn't I have been taken to hospital? I could have had an internal injury." I frowned, trying to picture the situation.
"I do not know the area well, Hunter. I do not know where the nearest hospital is, but I am told that it is at least an hour away from Cobh." She raised one hand to silence me. "My father is cared for here and I knew that you would be well looked after. The care offered is excellent and I wanted you to have only the best."
"Do you know anything about my family? My background?" She sighed and put a hand on my cheek, stroking it gently.
"I am sorry Hunter. I do not know anything about your past, but I know that you have a future to look forwards to." Her hand fell to her side.
"I must go, I wish to visit my father briefly before I leave." She stood up and stepped towards the door. I sprang up to open the door for her.
"Thank you, Iona." We looked at each other for a moment and then she leant in and kissed my cheek. A sweet fragrance lingered in the air around her.
"I will come back, Hunter." With that, she left and I watched her until she turned the corner with a smile on my face.
Morgan's POV:-
I walked down the street slowly, not looking at any of the people I passed. The shops blurred into one as I huddled into my coat, trying to escape from the sharp wind.
"Morgan. Morgan? Is that you?" I glanced at the person who was calling me. I waved briefly at the man with the shaggy brown hair and golden eyes before crossing to the other side of the street and ploughed my way towards Practical Magick.
"Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse Me." I smiled at the recognition of that powerful voice and then stopped and fainted.
"Morgan?" I blinked up at Cal and he grinned down at me. "Don't scare me like that." I backed away from him on all fours and he frowned. "What's wrong? Have I got something stuck in my teeth?"
I couldn't help but grin nervously at his easy humour and charm. Then I remembered who he was. "You're... you're d... dead." I spluttered. "I saw you die." His smile disappeared.
"I didn't die. I was just knocked out. The council took me into rehab and I only got out yesterday. I missed you." He cocked his head to one side and frowned. "You don't look happy to see me. What's happened?"
I blacked out again.
)o()o(
My eyes fluttered open and I looked into Cal's golden eyes. I smiled as he leant down and kissed me, his lips pressing gently on mine.
"Are you okay, honey?" I nodded and he heaved a sigh of relief. "I was worried." I looked around and saw that I was lying on Cal's bed.
"How did I get here? What happened?" I tried to sit up, but Cal placed a hand on my chest and propped another pillow under me. "Thanks."
"You fainted. Remember?" I frowned and then nodded. "I carried you back." We sat in silence for a few moments. "I've really missed you."
"Me too," he grinned and kissed my nose. "I can't quite believe that you're not dead. It's just... it's been such a long time. Too long."
"Well we'll have to make up for that, won't we." I giggled and he lay down beside me. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.
His arms were roaming over my back as he kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to him and one hand slid over his smooth chest. He started to lift my shirt and understanding, I prised his off of him. He was kissing me deeply now and I ran my fingers through his hair.
Suddenly I sat up and covered my mouth. Cal reached out his arm to stop me, looking hurt. "I'm gonna be sick." He let go. I raced to the bathroom and promptly threw up.
"Are you okay?" Cal came to the door, but he didn't come any further. I had dim memories of someone cleaning me up, holding me as I cried and my heart let out a pang.
"I have to go home." Cal nodded but still didn't come to me. I had to get out of here. He pecked me on the cheek as I passed.
"I'll call." I nodded and grabbed my coat before rushing out into the cold once again.
A/N Not as long as it could have been but never mind- I wanted to stop it there. In case you were wondering, Naimhdeas means malice which is the desire to hurt people. It is an actual Gaelic word so you should be very proud, lol. I'm going away for two weeks and though I'll have a computer there, I might not be able to update, but I'll update when I get home.
You know the drill- Review!!!
A word of advice- read the diary entry at the beginning of the chapter- it explains a lot. You might guess who is (I made the name up by the way) but if you don't then you'll find out soon. Happy reading!
Hunter's POV:-
I brought Sgath back yesterday. It was easy. All I had to do was open a birth dearc and he was mine. He has agreed to work for me, but I know that it is only because he wants her. Because he wants Bradhadair's daughter. Giomanach remembers nothing of her and he will learn to love me. I will start preparing the love spell tonight and finalise it tomorrow when I visit him. Sgath has one ready for when he goes to meet her. The plan is in action. We will win.
-Naimhdeas
"There's someone here to see you." I looked up at the nurse with interest. "It's Miss McEwan, the woman who brought you here."
"Let her come in." I glanced at my reflection in the mirror and ran a hand through my hair, forgetting that it makes my hair stick up in a stupid way. I was going to meet Miss McEwan. I didn't even know her first name, but already I felt a connection to her as though we had been introduced before.
The door opened and I flung myself onto a chair, trying to look casual. "Hunter?" I looked up as if I didn't know who would be standing there, and my mouth dropped open.
Standing before me was a slim woman with sandy brown hair which was tied back neatly with a gold ribbon. She was wearing a crème suit which clung to her figure in all the right places and she held her head high with a natural self-confidence. Her lips curved into a smile and I found myself taking quick, shallow breaths.
She extended her hand, "Miss McEwan?" She blushed at the use of her full name and I kissed her hand softly. As I let go, I looked up at her eyes which were an inviting shade of honey brown.
"Please, call me Iona." She smiled and her eyes lit up with delight. "Shall we sit down?" I nodded and motioned to the chair next to mine.
I sat down without taking my eyes off of her. "I want to thank you for bringing me here, Iona." I took her hand gently. "The nurses say you saved my life."
"Who wouldn't have tried to save such a handsome young man? It was my pleasure to help you." It was my turn to blush. "I understand that you remember nothing of before the accident?" I nodded slowly. "That is most regrettable, but I should like to help in any way I can."
My mind tried to form questions to ask, but it seemed incapable of coherent thought. "Is there anything you would like to ask? I will try to answer them as best I can." I nodded stupidly. "Would you like me to tell you about where I found you?"
"That would be wonderful, Iona." I was given another glimpse of her brilliant white teeth as she smiled.
"I found you not far from here, in a place called Cobh. It's a small fishing village but it's a beautiful area. You had your crash just outside the village. I assume you swerved for an animal or another car, because when I drove past later your car was in a ditch."
"Why were you in Cobh?" She looked at me as though she was a little taken aback and then cocked her head to one side.
"You are very interesting, very interesting." She paused before going on. "I was visiting an old school friend who lives in Cobh and I left at around nine o'clock. I passed your car and naturally, I stopped to see what help I could offer."
"Why did you bring me here? Shouldn't I have been taken to hospital? I could have had an internal injury." I frowned, trying to picture the situation.
"I do not know the area well, Hunter. I do not know where the nearest hospital is, but I am told that it is at least an hour away from Cobh." She raised one hand to silence me. "My father is cared for here and I knew that you would be well looked after. The care offered is excellent and I wanted you to have only the best."
"Do you know anything about my family? My background?" She sighed and put a hand on my cheek, stroking it gently.
"I am sorry Hunter. I do not know anything about your past, but I know that you have a future to look forwards to." Her hand fell to her side.
"I must go, I wish to visit my father briefly before I leave." She stood up and stepped towards the door. I sprang up to open the door for her.
"Thank you, Iona." We looked at each other for a moment and then she leant in and kissed my cheek. A sweet fragrance lingered in the air around her.
"I will come back, Hunter." With that, she left and I watched her until she turned the corner with a smile on my face.
Morgan's POV:-
I walked down the street slowly, not looking at any of the people I passed. The shops blurred into one as I huddled into my coat, trying to escape from the sharp wind.
"Morgan. Morgan? Is that you?" I glanced at the person who was calling me. I waved briefly at the man with the shaggy brown hair and golden eyes before crossing to the other side of the street and ploughed my way towards Practical Magick.
"Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse Me." I smiled at the recognition of that powerful voice and then stopped and fainted.
"Morgan?" I blinked up at Cal and he grinned down at me. "Don't scare me like that." I backed away from him on all fours and he frowned. "What's wrong? Have I got something stuck in my teeth?"
I couldn't help but grin nervously at his easy humour and charm. Then I remembered who he was. "You're... you're d... dead." I spluttered. "I saw you die." His smile disappeared.
"I didn't die. I was just knocked out. The council took me into rehab and I only got out yesterday. I missed you." He cocked his head to one side and frowned. "You don't look happy to see me. What's happened?"
I blacked out again.
)o()o(
My eyes fluttered open and I looked into Cal's golden eyes. I smiled as he leant down and kissed me, his lips pressing gently on mine.
"Are you okay, honey?" I nodded and he heaved a sigh of relief. "I was worried." I looked around and saw that I was lying on Cal's bed.
"How did I get here? What happened?" I tried to sit up, but Cal placed a hand on my chest and propped another pillow under me. "Thanks."
"You fainted. Remember?" I frowned and then nodded. "I carried you back." We sat in silence for a few moments. "I've really missed you."
"Me too," he grinned and kissed my nose. "I can't quite believe that you're not dead. It's just... it's been such a long time. Too long."
"Well we'll have to make up for that, won't we." I giggled and he lay down beside me. He slipped an arm around my waist and pulled me towards him.
His arms were roaming over my back as he kissed me hard. I opened my mouth to him and one hand slid over his smooth chest. He started to lift my shirt and understanding, I prised his off of him. He was kissing me deeply now and I ran my fingers through his hair.
Suddenly I sat up and covered my mouth. Cal reached out his arm to stop me, looking hurt. "I'm gonna be sick." He let go. I raced to the bathroom and promptly threw up.
"Are you okay?" Cal came to the door, but he didn't come any further. I had dim memories of someone cleaning me up, holding me as I cried and my heart let out a pang.
"I have to go home." Cal nodded but still didn't come to me. I had to get out of here. He pecked me on the cheek as I passed.
"I'll call." I nodded and grabbed my coat before rushing out into the cold once again.
A/N Not as long as it could have been but never mind- I wanted to stop it there. In case you were wondering, Naimhdeas means malice which is the desire to hurt people. It is an actual Gaelic word so you should be very proud, lol. I'm going away for two weeks and though I'll have a computer there, I might not be able to update, but I'll update when I get home.
You know the drill- Review!!!