Just before we start the story I got some hate mail for Black rose World and The big pear form a girl that I will not name. But what the hell is your problem. If you don't like my stories fine I don't care. But that's your opinion; quite a lot of people liked them actually.

Wiccan-gal: I'm glad you like Hope. I want to make her a part of… the HOT news. Well its only hot news if you really like this story and I can't say anything else. The hot news will be posted around chapter 10, possibly if it is true. But I think you will like it. Well its not hot news but you will like it. Oh and I can't say anything on the Elsu and Moira front as, I'm not too sure what will happen

Nofurylikewiccanscorn: I promise to all my loyal fans (who like this story) that I will end this story unlike some of my other ones. I thought it would be a good idea as no one has done one. Its always just about Moira and Morgan. But I think the reason that there are a lot of stories on Moira Morgan and Hunter is because that is what the site is about. Funny that isn't it?

Case File:

Subject: Erimentha Eventide

Parents: Sky Eventide and Elijah Hubert

Current Location: Mental institution, England (told you meaning would come soon)

Powers: Telepathic, Empathic

Triggers: none apparent

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Erimentha sat, clutching her knees close to her for comfort. She was so alone. The doctors had just come in to try and give her food. She hadn't eaten in so long she had forgotten. But it was for a reason. They were drugged.

She knew the food was starting to get drugged as soon as the voices started to slow and eventually stop. She had tried for so long to make them stop. She had disconnected herself from the outside world but the voices wouldn't stop. They pounded in her head, so loud she couldn't tell them apart. All she could do was cry and stay away. She cried herself to sleep. She tried to listen to the voices. She knew that someone in there was wrong, evil. But they must have known that the voices had stopped, that she could not hear their thoughts.

Or so they thought,

She could still here them, but it wasn't as bad as it used to be. In fact, it wasn't bad at all. She could only hear them when she wanted to. Hell, she was making money out of it. People would pay her if they got what they were thinking right. She was always right. Most normal people would deny it, but being in a mental home, people just paid her. Her talents came in handy sometimes.

She looked at the plate on the floor. She could feel the drugs in it. Not only could she read their minds, but she could feel what they were feeling. She was so tempted to go eat that food, consequences be damned. But she had to be strong. Darren would be here soon. He would bring her food. He was the person she treasured the most in the world. Even when she could hear his thoughts, they didn't scare her. She knew he loved her like his own sister.

She remembered when the voices started to go away. Darren came in by himself. He stood at the door, silent. As he usually did. She never noticed much though. Usually people came in groups of five. She had her own room since the incident with her last roommate. She often wondered how her eye was now. She had looked up at him and smiled for the first time since she had come here. She had run up and hugged him, told him he couldn't hear them anymore. He was happy for her. He knew how much she suffered from her gift.

In that moment, she could still feel a rush of emotions from everyone, but not as bad as it was. But she could feel the strong attraction towards her radiating off of him. She had drawn back from the hug and pressed herself against him, including her lips. He had been surprised at first but had returned the gesture. Ever since then, they had been together. No one knew about it, of course. No one knew about any of it. No would knew that she never ate her food, that Darren brought her food, or even more, that they were lovers. Although, it wouldn't matter. She was 17. But the problem was that if Darren's bosses found out he would be sacked and Erimentha would be alone.

I'm on my way Erimentha heard in her head. She sighed with relief. It had been 3 hours since he left to get food. Usually he was an hour at most. He was a witch and usually sent her messages when she couldn't see him. She loved him so much, her first love.

She stood up and looked around the room. She had been here for the past 5 years, since she was assigned here. Since the voices started to get worse. Before she could control them, she could tell what she wanted out of their heads. But when she started to go to proper coven meetings on her twelfth birthday, they got stronger and louder. She couldn't take it and had to shout to her herself. Eventually her Mum and Dad brought her here. That was after the Widows Vale institution failed. This was the only one strong enough to hold her, barely. She had been in this room for 2 years now. It was as bare as ever, she wasn't allowed anything. A bed, a desk and a few chairs. They allowed her to have a bookcase to keep her busy. But they didn't think she would use it, until recently. There was no window, which was why she was moved into this room. She had tried to escape too many times. Just because there wasn't a window, didn't mean she didn't try. That was probably why she was still in here. Trying to escape so much, at any cost, including the staff's health.

Around the same time that she moved into this room, her parents separated. They couldn't take all this. She knew they loved each other, but this was taking its toll on their marriage. It didn't surprise her. Would have done the same to everyone's. They needed to be apart, so they said. Her mother had moved back to Ireland to be with her family and her father went back to America to be with his. They came to visit as much as they could but, it wasn't like them being there all the time. But she remembered coming back in from lunch, a time when they didn't try and drug her, she came into the room and saw her father's arm around her mothers. She knew that they were still deeply in love with each other. That was when she tried to act saner, try to get out of here to be a family again. But it didn't work.

She looked down at herself. Her jet black hair desperately needed to be cut. Obviously that was out of the question for her because of fear of the scissors. They must think I'm a moron. Her flannel pyjamas recently cleaned. She didn't have anything else to wear. Darren had stayed with her; she had tried to cover herself with a towel. He kept playing with it, trying to pull it down. She laughed at the memory.

Her eyes caught on the plate of food in the corner. She was so hungry but she had to wait for Darren. They had found out she was sane again because when they came in she actually spoke to them, not nice things but at least they were sane. That night, someone had come into her room and drugged her in her sleep. She had caught them in the middle of the venom (as she called it) being put in her. She had grabbed their hand and twisted it back. The next morning she discovered she broke it. But the drugs were in her system and the voices came back. She begged Darren to stay with her that night, every night. It was a week before the effects wore off.

That day when she had walked in for lunch and picked up her's, she just put the pills up her sleeve and hid them in a bag, under her mattress. Of course, they figured out pretty quickly that she wasn't taking them. That was when they had started to drug her food. Darren was pretty worried about her when she stopped eating the food so offered to bring her food. And that was the way now.

She sometimes wondered why they wanted to keep her here. Then she thought it was because of her gifts. Because she was different from anyone they had ever seen. But one of them didn't like her. She couldn't tell who it was though. There was always a big group of five that came in, it was one of them. They must have scrambled their brains waves or something because she couldn't get a read on it, or their feelings.

She heard the door opened and turned to see who it was, hoping for Darren. Unfortunately, she couldn't see who it was because before she could even see the character at the door, she was knocked to the floor by to other bodies. They took a hold of her hands and pulled her back up. They were two assistants that she never knew the name of. But her rage grew as soon as she saw Dr Frankly come in, two more assistants pulling Darren in.

"What's this?" He said, holding up the bag of food, bringing out each morsel of food. She tried to pull out of the grasp holding onto her, but to no avail. "Now why would you possibly want this junk when the kitchen supplies food to you, free of charge?"

"You know perfectly fine why, now let me go!" She demanded.

"I think you should stat it out because I really have no idea what you are talking about." He said with a smug look plastered all over his face. She would say that it was him; he was always in that group of five. But, if any of those doctors had the chance to catch her in the act, they would do this.

"This food may not be free of charge, but hell, it's free of drugs." She spat at him. HE laughed, bitterly.

"Do you still believe that we're drugging you? We never have been. You just believe that because you're a sick sick little girl who needs help." He walked up to her and caught her chin in his hand. She spat in his face making him instantly let go of her face.

"I'm not a sick little girl. I got worse when I came here. Don't deny your drugging me. You just want me here because you're a sick mind has ideas that you could use on me, isn't that right?" she asked. He looked over to the men holding Darren and nodded. On of the men took his hand and punched him in the stomach. Darren doubled over in pain and the other man kicked him down to the ground.

"Darren!" She screamed and tried to wrestle free of their grip but they held on tighter.

"We know what goes on you in your mind Erimentha. How you can wrap this young man around your finger. We know what your doing and it won't work. You're a sick girl and you are staying here." She breathed so loudly it sounded like a dragon. They continued you torture him and tears fell from her eyes. She hated them seeing her at her weaken state, crying. But Dr Frankly loved it.

"Yes that's it, cry your eyes out. It won't do you any good. He's leaving anyway. Not by choice of course, you have him obsessed by you. But doing this." He held up the bag of food. "And you thought you would get away with it." He laughed again. He walked over to Darren and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up. Blood poured down everywhere and Erimentha's tears continued to fall.

"You boy, you could have made something. But look what you did."

"Yeah, I fell in love. Something you clearly have never done, I mean. Who would want you as a soul mate?" He said smiling. Dr Frankly punched him in the face and made a gesture for the two men to drag him out the room. The two holding Erimentha threw her against the wall and ran for the door. She heard the door lock as she crouched against the wall and cried.

"BASTARDS!" She yelled after them. You're not going to get away with this; I'm not going to live with that, I'm not staying here.