Chapter 4 - Having Fun (Killian's POV)
Today, Morgan and I were having fun, we were at the bar, with my friends - a few lads and lasses. It had become a routine with me, but to Morgan this was probably the best week of her life. Speaking of Morgan, she seems to fit it better with me and my friends, on the first day she met them, she was awkward and a little shy, but now she fit in as if she was doing this all her life. She talked to everyone in an easy manner, and like me, liked to do a little glamour to wow the audience. She also now flirted easily with other young men, almost playing around with them, twisting them around her finger. She was very different than when she was with her seeker, who would constantly disapprove of just a little magic made for fun.
"Heya guys!" I called, waving at a table, in which a group of guys sat at, and quite a few girls of course. At the corner of my eye I saw Morgan wave at them. Morgan was dressed in a beige shirt and skinny jeans. The beige matching her eyes, bringing out the sparkle in them.
I walked over and slid into a seat next to a girl - a witch - and started talking animatedly to her. I ordered a few beers and settled down. I watched Morgan flirt with a sandy haired guy, around 19, then as another youth came she seemingly ignored the first lad, and proceeded onto the new young dark haired youth.
"Doing well, isn't she?" asked Viper, a friend of mine. Viper was a nickname, we named him that as he was sly and slippery, having the ability to evade people when wanted, like a viper. He was also a 'contact' of mine, or rather, one of my 'eyes'. I had many connections, covering nearly the whole planet. It was mostly for Da's benefit though, as he had to know what was going on.
"Yeah," I gulped some of my beer down. "She's like one of us!"
We both watched, as yet another male walked over to her.
"At this rate, half the guys in this bar will be falling over their feet for her," Viper commented quietly. "Not that it would be a bad thing," he added, afterthought.
"We could ask her to help us get them talk," I said, pensively. "We could get more valuable information."
"That's what this bar is for," he pointed out. "Nothing can get a witch to talk more than buying them a few drinks. Drunk preferably."
"I guess you're right," I agreed. "Better get her before she finds another unfortunate lad."
I walked purposefully at her, she stopped and looked up. I dragged her away from them, and grinned and asked "So, sis, how's everything going?" She smiled back at me, her eyes lighting up with happiness. "Everything is going great!" Then she grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Did you see me just now? How was I?" I wondered what she was talking about, finally understanding that she was talking about her flirting with the two guys. "You blew them away, sis! They were falling over their feet on you." I told her enthusiastically. Without warning, she stiffened. I looked at her questioningly.
"What is it?" I asked her.
"It's Hunter" she said, quietly.
(Morgan's POV)
Morgan! Where are you? I miss you. I heard Hunter's voice in my head. A pang of longing was struck deep within me. I missed Hunter, his green eyes, golden hair, and well... Everything and every part of him. I wanted to touch him, and kiss him, feel his arms around me again. However, I knew that when Hunter found out I what I had chosen, he would never join me, not to the dark side.
I was suddenly conscious that Killian was looking at me expectantly.
"He asked where I was," I muttered, not looking at him. "What should I tell him?" I looked at him desperately.
"Say what you want," he said, giving me an encouraging smile. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I could feel a lump in my throat, and my mouth was dry.
Go away, I sent back. And don't try to find me. Instantly, I realized that I had just made a big mistake. He could trace where I was where I had sent a witch message, and I thought that there probably a good chance that he would try to find me. If he chose to track me, there would be no way I could avoid seeing him - he was too good a tracker, there was no way I would be able to cover my tracks in time, there was also no way that Killian would be good enough at this kind of thing. Ciaran, on the other hand, was almost impossible to find, and excellent at disappearing without a trace - that was, if he chose to. I decided to ask him to help me supposedly disappear.
In desperation, I sent Ciaran a witch message telling him the situation I was in, and asked him for some ideas on what to do. I waited for a while, then, to try to forget about what had just happened, carried on what I was doing before Hunter had sent me a witch message - flirting, drinking, and doing a little glamour.
(Hunter's POV)
Go away, and don't try to find me. I heard Morgan's voice resonating in my mind. My brief moment of happiness was spoiled when I realized what she had just said. What was happening? I needed to know. First things first, I had to tell Eoife what Morgan had just said.
I flew down the stairs. "Eoife!" I called. "She's replied." I turned to see Eoife sitting on the sofa.
"You don't sound too happy," She remarked. "What did she say?"
"Uh, to go away, and not to try to find her," I answered, gloomily.
Sky came and sat beside me. Looking concerned, she asked, "You okay?"
I gave her a strained smile. "I'm fine."
"We'll have to report to the council," Eoife told me. "Now, can you tell me where she sent this? We can track her, and find her."
I thought back. She was far away, in another city. I knew that place, I just couldn't remember which one it was. New York! It was a bar... The club where I had showed them when we had gone to New York. Not surprising. That's where lots of witches hung out.
"New York," I announced. "At the bar. The one we took them to last time we went to New York." When I saw their inquiring looks.
"To New York it is!" Eoife declared.
