A/n: This chapter isn't in any of our current character's POV it's in our mysterious bad guys view so enjoy and review!
A black cloak hooded her as she carried the carved wooden box to Ciaran's room, she had him release from the rehab clinic and was now living with her.
His room was dark, the windows were boarded up and it had the tiniest gaps with blinding light seeping through. The floorboards creaked as she walked across them and she opened the box that contained the secrets to restoring Ciaran again, now she was back to full health again, she could do it.
Ciaran was sat facing the windows on an old fashion wheel-chair. He didn't have powers but he could hear her behind him.
"What do you want woman?" he rasped, he maybe in a weakened state and powerless, but Ciaran still retained his authority among his kind. And they still looked up to him.
"You know I'm ready for absolute power now, don't you, Ciaran? I realise I wasted myself in my lack of interest, but now I'm ready to be at your side as you crush them all… especially that DAUGHTER of yours"
Ciaran seemed uninterested and a little angry when she spat out his daughters name like that but her didn't bother let it show.
"Do you have it all or what?"
"I have everything I need now, my love" she hissed, "All except the seekers athame"
"For that you need a simple teleportation spell, I wrote it out for you, but you need something belonging to the seeker."
Her eyes widened, "But Ciaran what do we have of his? We don't have anything!"
"On the contrary, pass me your athame" she handed him a small silver dagger with a jagged blade and a black handle encrusted with rubies, he cut himself across the palm and smeared his blood along the blade.
"Ciaran, why your blood?" she asked bewildered
"Because I share the same blood as his beloved, it should be enough"
She nodded, "Yes Ciaran"
"Now! Do it!" he yelled
The woman sat on the wooden floor and placed the carved wooden box in front of her, she then pulled the hood back off her head leaving her long wispy white hair fall down her back and then pulled out a small piece of chalk and drew a perfect circle around her and sprinkled salt around it "With this salt I purify my circle" she murmured
Pulling out a large black pillar candle and she carved a few runes into it with the athame smeared with Ciaran's blood. Then she rubbed the blood on her fingers and drew a sigil on her forehead in it and then lit the candle with her mind dripping the last of the blood from the blade into the flame of the candle.
"Bring it forth, what's his is mine, bring me the instrument he used to unwind, ancient powers that reside in its blade, witness here, now, a transaction be made"
In a swirl of black and red lights Hunter's athame was now in her hand instead of her own.
"Well done" Ciaran said without expression, "Now return to me my powers"
She nodded and did so...
a/n: Short and sweet... i'll update as soon as i can! but MERRY XMAS FOR 2MRO EVERYONE! hope u all get what u wished for! and its my 18th bday 2mro so yay!