Hello all! After a small hiatus of a year, I've decided to dig up a story that I had in one of my notebooks and start writing fanfics again… Yay!

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Summary: Morgan has lived with Ciarnan her whole life… She knows everything about her past and what happened to her mother. She's very rebellious and gets away with everything… but when a small incident occurs Morgan is sent off to Widows Vale to live with Selene and Cal but her mission isn't to be with Cal… it's to get Hunter

'An Introduction'

I looked over to my digital clock on the night table. 12:00 flashed at me in red lights. 'Midnight. Perfect.' I moved off my bed and, being quiet, made my way over to my closet. Skipping the notorious squeaky floor boards, I pulled out my favorite outfit.

It was way in the back of closet so that neither my father nor his wife could find it. it consisted of black knee-high boots, a short black and gray plaid skirt with three small chain belts on it, a long sleeve fishnet shirt and a black bra. I didn't have much of a chest, probably an A, but, of course, I really didn't care. I pulled my long brown hair, which reached my mid-back, into a high pony tail. I applied some blood-red lipstick, black eyeliner, and smoke-gray eye shadow.

I opened my bedroom windows and let the country air surround me. This is what I loved most about Scotland. 'Fresh Air.' I had lived with my father for twelve years in the states. Well, not him, but the members of his coven. I cast my senses out and made sure everyone was asleep. Once I finished that task, I jumped down from my second story window. I walked down to the back of the house and walked the familiar path to my favorite club, "Hallow Darkness." I made my way to the front of the line and flashed a smile at the bouncer, Ian. He unhooked the rope and pointed me in the direction of my friends.

Meara, Analiese, Aislinn, Elizabeth, and Maria were all standing by the bar, drinks in hand. Meara had midnight black hair that lead straight down her back. Her skin was pale and she had sapphire blue eyes. Analiese had brown eyes and hair that were the same shade, which was up in a bun with a few loose curly strands. Aislinn had pale blue eyes and golden blonde hair. Elizabeth had silver blonde hair with frosted blue tips that matched her eyes. Maria had wine red hair with brown eyes that tonight were covered by red contacts.

We all wore black out fits. Club goers knew us well in these parts; there wasn't a club where we hadn't "made an impression." My friends downed their drinks, ordered another round, and gave me a second glass so I could catch up. I never really paid attention to what I was drinking. It didn't matter to me as long as it had the same effect. Actually, none of us paid attention to what we were drinking; all we did was ask for the strongest one. It usually was the same one, depending on the club, but we didn't know the name. After having about 5 or 6 (I lost count), we made our way onto the dance floor. What happened afterwards was a mystery to me.

I like going to this club because most people here knew we were wiccans. Those who were wiccans knew we were all full woodebanes, those who were woodebanes knew to fear me the most, though they had very good reason. For, you see, I am Morgan Riordan-Maceawan, Ciarnan's daughter, heiress to Amaranth, fiancé of Diarmuid O'Conner. Most importantly…

I am the 'Sgiúrs Dan'.

The destroyer

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