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Quinn

In the same instant he saw her, she was gone, but the message she left swirled aroundin his mind'She loves you more than you know, but He knows about her, and The Sword is now calling. Let it choose her before she dies, and the immortality it hides will rise.' None of that made sense to Quinn. He knew Dove was surly talking about Rashel and that the 'He' she referred to must be Hunter, without a doubt. But nothing else was right. He looked over to Ash, who looked as impassive as ever. He'd gotten in to the car and was staring right at Quinn with questioning eyes.

"Well that was weird" Typical Ash response.

He was going to responded with some form of insult involving the words 'dick head' and 'get out of my fucking car' when his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID to see it was Lord Thierry.

"Hello Sir" He greeted him formally.

"Quinn, you and Ash need to abort the mission and return to Vegas, immediately." Thierry's tone had finality to it that Quinn knew not to question.

"Yes, Sir" He paused unsure whether to inform Thierry on what now seemed like an Illusion, properly induced by over exposure to the sun, at least that what her was telling himself. "There is something I'd like to talk t you about as well, Sir."

The tone of Thierry's response made Quinn wonder if he had been expecting this "Indeed, you do. I'll greet you when you arrive. Good Bye" He put the phone down.

Quinn spun the car in one perfect motion, lifting up the roads dust as he did, and floored it back to Vegas.

In the wing mirror he saw those brown eyes again, concern deep within their depths. "Make me proud"

Blaise

I love undercover missions. They make me feel like a spy. A sexy one, almost like a Bond Girl but I'm the lead role and not just hanging out in the background. But this mission is different to any uncover mission I've ever attempted. This is dangerous, and now I've gotten myself too involved.

And I'm in this one alone.

I took this mission at the special request on Lord Thierry. He'd told me it was imperative I kept it completely secret. 'Even from Thea' he'd added. I love my sister dearly, although I don't always show it well. That night when I thought I would lose her, and in a sense did, was the night that changed me. I followed her lead to Circle Daybreak and found my Soulmate in the form of Phillip North. He's a lost witch, or was a lost witch until his sister became a vampire and discovered her extraordinary telepathic abilities, which she later found out; though an interesting encounter with Ash Redfern, who else? Was because she's a witch also.

I hate lying to both Thea and Phillip; they think I've gone on some kind of 'inner peace' seeking travels. I fed them this whole load of bull about me 'wanting to better myself and my powers'. But I had too. It will also keep them safe. Thierry said 'the less everybody knows about this the better'. At the end of the day, if it will keep them safe, I'll do it. They'll understand.

I haven't spoken to Thierry in weeks though, I was too caught up. It's been a rush since they found him. Hunter of'course; they found him in a cave of all places, deep in the forests of The Dark Kingdom. I wasn't with them when they found him, but I was with them when they healed him. That is when I became too involved.

When he woke I was there. And he recognised me almost instantly. I'm a Harman Witch; the most powerful witch family. Hunter knew I'd be useful and never sensed my hidden motives, and soon after healing, he acquired me as his personal witch. I tended to his wounds, he still has extensive and gruesome looking burns all over his body, but mostly on his face; there are patches of flesh still missing from his jaw and eye sockets, because it completely burnt away they will never fully heal. I also used my magic to help him find something. A sword.

The Sword, the real reason I was undercover at Circle Midnight. There were reports that the darker witches were acquiring a weapon. Something from a story that only witches still believed in, The Cult of Veilea. I personally didn't buy into the whole secret society thing, but Thierry had been adamant in his reasoning. It had to be me on this mission as well; I was there only connection to Circle Midnight.

We did find The Sword, and it was through my magic that it was found. It was discovered in England, in Yorkshire to be precise. I few witches that were trained in combat tried to wheeled it, but it became clear that only 'The One' could control it. It infected those who tried and failed, it killed them slowly, as if it knew there intentions. They then began searching for The Warrior, Hecate's chosen, The Swords true Master. I could have told them who it was. Thierry never told me, but I knew it had to be one who was both a Night Person and a human, there must be a balance; the Veilea always spoke of 'The Balance'. They also must possess some combat skill, which I guessed. A half breed vampire hunter, so Jezebel Redfern? No, not likely as she's a Wild Power. There was only one other option, Rashel 'The Cat' Jordan.

They'd know soon enough though, The Sword will call for its Master; it yearns for them to make the bound once more. The witches knew what they needed to do, and they knew how to. In mere minutes it will happen. The Sword will once again find it's barer, The Warrior chosen though Spirit by Hecate Witch Queen. What I'm about to do is unforgivable, but I hope, that somewhere deep inside Rashel she'll understand my actions. One day...