Heya, you might not believe me but I have actually been working hard on this recently. I have a fair amount done but I only actually wrote this chapter last night!! I'm filling in the missing bits, which is no fun because they're the boring parts. And though I'm progressing with that I also added another character and gave the story a whole new twist. I wrote a really good chapter last night but its set later on in the story so I have to wait ages before I can get it typed up on here which isn't fair I want to see what you guys think of it.

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I don't own sweep….wish I did I could buy those cool boots (which just in case your interested I almost have the money for).

I stared out the window of the back seat in Ciarans car. We were heading into New York I observed from the surroundings. I didn't dare move or make a sound. It was just two, heart breaking, painful hours since I had left everything I knew and loved to save Hunter. I hope he's safe now. We went strait to the car from the cemetery. No stop home to see the faces of my family for one last time, not even to collect my things. I hadn't said a word to Ciaran since we left. I didn't trust myself to. If I had my magick just now…

I tried to concentrate on the view outside my window as the traffic slowly reached New York. But my thoughts kept wandering back to Hunter and I felt tears fill my eyes making my vision blur. He was badly hurt when we left him, I couldn't even send a witch message to anyone to help him, Ciaran wouldn't let me. Sky is still in England, it might be ages until his dad finds him. The car stopped abruptly interrupting my thoughts. Ciaran got out of the car, then without saying a word opened my door for me. I got out careful not to make eye contact with him. We stood outside a magnificent house, magnificent but cold and empty.

"This is to be your new home Morgan." Ciaran smiled at me. If I hadn't known he was a soulless, evil man I might have mistaken it for a genuine smile but to smile at me after what he did to me was completely heartless. I responded by giving him a look that could turn fire to ice. He ignored my coldness and carried on smiling. He opened the front door to step into a large entrance hall. It was like the entrance lounge to a grand hotel, but without the reception desk. A large red carpeted staircase spiralled round the walls of the room up about three floors so that from the entrance hall you could see all the way up the third floor and then a beautiful ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling was the biggest chandelier I had ever seen hanging down all three floors glittering in the sunlight. I was amazed but was careful not to change the expression on my face as Ciaran studied it carefully. I had blocked m thoughts too that was as far as my magick went. He led me upstairs to my room. A four poster bed beautifully carved with wooden roses winding up the bedpost, with long deep crimson drapes. There were two other doors out of the room one into a huge non-sweet bathroom and the other into a walk-in wardrobe with every kind of clothing I could ever have imagined. A beautiful full-length mirror on the back wall and a huge window with seats were you could sit and admire the view. How could Ciaran afford all this? He didn't have a job as far as I knew, he must have used some kind of dark magick for never ending riches or something. He must have got it ready months ago, he was so sure I was coming. I had fallen so easily into his trap.

"I'll leave you to settle in shall I? If you need to call me my house phone mobile number and a few other important numbers you'll need at some point are programmed into the phone downstairs." Ciaran headed towards the door.

"You're not staying here?" I had expected this to be his house.

"No, I have a house nearer the centre, this house is just for you." Just for me? This house was easily big enough for me to get lost in. I didn't say anything else willing him to leave quickly. He did. I never wanted to see him again. I collapsed on the bed and cried.

Later I sat on the edge of the bed alone. Silent tears ran down my cheeks still. I didn't want any of this. These things were beautiful but all I want is to be home, in my normal room, just off the phone with Hunter, still feeling pleasantly happy from the call. But I wasn't, I never would be again. Ever. What do my parents think happened to me? And Hunter. I can't stop thinking about him. I miss him so much it hurts. I can't stand it. I would give up everything to be in his arms right now, warm on the floor leaning against the couch in his living room. I would give anything for just one more minute with him. I would run all the way back to Widows Vale if I thought it would mean I could be with him. But to be with him even for a minute meant his life was over. If I ran away to him, he would be dead by Ciarans hand before I got the words "I love you" out of my mouth. I wonder what he's doing right now, if he's back at home recovering? Is he thinking of me? Is he missing me as much too? I stare out the window at the smog-covered New York. Lights glittered in the distance. It beautiful really the view from the window, but without Hunter all the beauty is drained out of my life. I close the heavy curtains and collapsed on the bed again. I sink into the thick covers but instead of being comforting its strange and unfamiliar. If only I could see him. I picture him in my head, trying to remember every detail of him. His short blonde hair slightly ruffled from his habit of running his fingers through it, his bright startlingly green eyes, his crisp English accent, how it felt being close to him. But its useless and incredibly painful. I'm never going to see him again.

(A.N There that was longer than the last chapters hope your happy people, it kind of sucked but its gets much better soon…. promise! C: R&R so I know I'm not doing all this for nothing. Thank you 