Author's Note: Aw! Thanks for the great reviews! I love having input on my writing! I'll also be honest as well. I've almost finished writing the story. I just have two chapters left to write, so there will be six chapters. Maybe seven if I get wordy. I know it's short, but that is why it's called a short story! I'm also going to back the story up on a flash stick just in case. (I don't want to have to rewrite this story from scratch!) Last but not least, my updates are going to be more spread out because of school, but they will happen!

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Chapter Two: All Dressed in White

Chase stared down at his rival, Morgan still clinging tight to his waist, little pink hearts practically floating out of her head. Hannibal Bean was, perhaps, the only creature more evil than him. The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a butter knife and spread on toast. Hm… And sprinkled with a light dusting of cinnamon and sugar with a tall glass of chocolate mil- er I digress. I'm a little hungry. Now! Back to our story!

Just as Chase was about to give the evil fruit- vegetable- thing… a piece of his mind an unexpected squeal burst out. Chase almost fell over as Morgan released him.

"Uncle Hannibal!" She cried with joy. Chase's eye twitched as the girl embraced her 'Uncle'. Some just looked wrong with the whole picture. He felt sick again.

"You're an uncle?" He asked completely skeptical. Obviously this poor girl was just a brain washed pawn all a part of Hannibal Bean's greater scheme.

"More like a godfather really." Hannibal said in his smooth southern voice. He patted Morgan's blond head gently with his tentacle. "She far too pretty to be my relation after all. Isn't that right my little Miss Morgan?"

"Aw! You say the sweetest things!"

"Well, I try." Chase rolled his eyes. He felt his stomach turning. Any moment now and blue floors would become green…or brown. Whichever came up first. It's only a matter of time. "Morgan. Your father is on his way. Why don't you go outside and wait for him?"

"Daddy is coming? Yay!" She squealed another horrible squeal of delight and ran outside. Once the two Heylin masters were sure she was gone they faced each other with fierce, burning intensity. Chase spoke first.

"What are you up to bean?"

"So quick to get to the point aren't we? Well, it's very simple. In three hours I'm getting you out of my way for good!" Hannibal bean folded his tentacles in a cocky manner. "You see, once you're married to that little nut case you'll be far too busy to deal with me."

"Ha! What could possible make you think I'd marry her or anyone for that matter! Especially now that I know she is you're pawn."

"Because if you haven't noticed she's Morgan Le Faye, the only daughter of Lance Le Faye, who should be arriving any minute here." Chase's face fell. In the Heylin community Lance Le Faye was someone you didn't mess with, even Chase wasn't about to pull his chain. At least not until he became more powerful. Lance was a great sorcerer with money, power, and some serious connections to the Mafia. That bouncy, sunshine brat's last name should have clued him in right away as to what he was dealing with. Even more, Lance Le Faye and he had been great rivals since the 1960's. It was a long complicated story involving a certain dragon and a yo-yo… So long story short- they hated each other.

"Still, even so- How the hell did Morgan come to think I was going to marry her?"

"MySpace," The bean answered calmly. "And a few written letters from yours truly. It was quite romantic actually. 'Your' last letter was perhaps the best one I wrote. That gullible fool thinks that you really love her."

"It doesn't matter. Once Lance arrives I tell him the whole story." Chase glared down at the bean.

"Tsk. Tsk. Go ahead boy, but I'll let you in on a little secret. I just so happen to be very close to the Le Fayes. Anything I say is as good as gold to them. Not to mention he hates you, remember? They'll never believe a word you say."

The two heard the stone door crash open and Morgan cheering 'He is here! He is here! Papa is here'. Chase paled as he realized how in just five minutes he had been trapped with very few and difficult ways out.

Lance Le Faye came strolling in casually as if he owned Chase's lair. His black hair was almost as long as Chase's, but it was smoothed, aged, and streaked with silvery gray hairs. His facial features may have been of a man in his forties despite his age, but it was so stone cut that he could have been a living marble statue. Morgan practically ran alongside her father just to keep up with his relaxed strides. He wore a majestic white robe embroider with golden thread that caught the light just right. There was too many precious gems and ring to even describe on his fairly aged hands and around his neck. He truly looked like a wizard of olden times. The second Chase's eyes and his connected there was the same tension there had been almost fifty years ago. Lance still remembered. He was in no hurry to let bygones be bygones.

"By the way, If you do anything in any way to harm his daughter, He'll kill you. I'm sure you know that." Hannibal whispered delightedly at the thought. "And of course the writer of this shitty story will punish you with fuzzy bunnies!"

"Stop breaking the fourth wall! Damn it!" Chase hissed. They both bowed to honor the soon to be father in law.

"Ah! My dear and faithful friend Hannibal. Here to help keep an eye on things I see! You know you don't have to bow to me." Lance said in a deep rich voice. Hannibal and Chase simultaneously rose. "I didn't say you could rise!"

Chase bowed down again just knowing that his two greatest enemies loved every minute of the situation. They would pay for this! Somehow, someday they would pay dearly.

"Alright, Alright. Don't be such a suck up." Chase growled as he rose back to his full height. "Morgan, are you sure you want to marry this 'man'?"

"Yes Daddy! I love him so much!" Lance stiffened at the phrase his young daughter used. It was obvious he hated the idea of his only precious little daughter getting married to his bitterest rival. Maybe Chase could use this to his advantage. The old sorcerer sighed and pulled out a huge bundle of letters. There must have been hundreds of letters! Damn! Just how many letters did Hannibal write?!

"You do realize he is old enough to be my great grandfather, don't you?"

"Do you realize that mom is old enough to be my big sister?" She had him there. Morgan's real mother had died years ago. The mom she referred to was actually her step mother, but they were so close, both in age and friendship that Morgan didn't think of her as a step mother in anyway.

"I still think you should wait a month to get to know this 'man' in person. He may be completely different from these little letters of his."

"A month!" She and Hannibal cried together.

"Thank God…" Chase sighed. That was more than enough time to wiggle his way out of this problem.

"But that's so far way in July Daddy! I want a June wedding! It's got to be tonight!" Lance chuckled at his daughter.

"Now, now a month would be best. Maybe you'll find out that you don't really want to-"

"I said tonight!" She screamed. Her eye filled with the sparks of determination and rage. Lance flinched. Despite his power and reputation he was no match for his daughter's demands. With each word her voice rose in pitch. "Because if it's not I'll- I'll- Oh! You know what I'll do daddy! And you'll be sorry! I love Chase! I've loved him for so long! We just have to be married tonight."

"Sweetie how about three weeks?"

"I want it tonight! Tonight! Tonight! Tonight!"

" Two weeks?!"

"No! No! No!" She cried desperately stomping her foot for punctuation.

"Morgan-"

"Tonight! It has to be or else! You can't stop our love!" She cried out in a soap opera like fashion.

"Morgan!"

"Chase and I will run away if we have too!"

"Enough! One Week and that is final!" boomed the sorcerer. Dark flames burst forth and covered the portion of the room behind Lance Le Faye. His eye's glowed blue. "Do you understand me?"

Morgan scowled, then pouted, and mumbled her reluctant agreement. Chase cursed under his breath. He had to get this crazy girl out of his hair without invoking the wrath of her father. A fight between them could last for days and maybe destroy the world. What good is being the ruler of a world that didn't exist? Great… It was only Sunday and he knew it was going to be a long, long, long week. And if I have anything to write about it, it will be!

"I love you Chasey!" Morgan sang out happily as she kissed Chase on the cheek.

"Blah!" Oh! The floor turned brown. Like I said- It had only been a matter of time…