W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams Chapter 6

W.I.T.C.H. Porn Story: Waking Dreams Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I don’t own Witch.

Tee-hee, I’ve been spelling Leannn wrong the whole way through, I’m such a moron. Haha. Thank god for dictionary’s.

Give me Vampires!

The solar was beautifully decorated; a room fit for a queen should never be anything but. Royal blue satin upholstery was embroidered with a gold trim. The wood was a dark cherry wood, polished to its highest shine to reflect the light that filtered in from the large French windows that were thrown wide open to allow the fragrant spring breeze inside.

Cornelia knew she was dreaming. Although Wills bedroom may have had a stupendous view, it was nothing compared to the rolling patchwork of green grass that stretched out before her, the forty shades of green melted into one another only separated by the curled hedgerows that grew wildly.

Forty shades of green, she snorted. Real original.

A movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she whirled to look at the figure casually draped against the wall by the fireplace in which a roaring fire added its warmth to the room. The man stood in black leather pants and yet seemed to feel no effects of the heat. The breath that she had been gathering to make a sarcastic comment caught in her throat. His raven black hair curtained his face and carefully hid that profile from her gaze.

She made to approach him, just like she did every single time and yet there was something different about this dream. Yes, the scenery had changed but he She swallowed thickly as he looked up as though suddenly noticing her and a small smirk, almost malicious in its origin, curved his lips. Her mouth went dry. God, those pants did not cover anything, she thought with a scarlet blush. Surprised, she felt her cheeks and she frowned at the heat she found there. She never blushed before, not so realistically anyway. His shirt was laced loosely so that a good portion of his chest and his abdomen was in plain view between the gaping white material. A cloak, thick, luxurious velvet, hung down his back, swept away from getting entangled with his legs. Supple boots reached to his knees and a sword was sheathed at his side.

Curious she looked down at her wardrobe and her brows furrowed. What am I wearing!

It appears to be your pajamas. His accented voice flowed through the deafening silence. It was almost as though her ears had clicked and now sound was overwhelming her.

Something was wrong about this. All wrong. He never spoke before; he simply mocked her with looks and smiles, facial expressions that told her more than words ever could. Shed never really spoke before, she never had any control over herself before and yet, despite the initial fuzzy feeling in her stomach that she realized was a healthy dose of lust for the perfect male specimen before her, she was herself. She was having Cornelia Hale thoughts, Cornelia Hale fashion crisis and Cornelia Hale reactions.

You like? He gestured to the room.

Cornelia rolled her eyes at the generic question. This was all wrong! Its interesting. Now whats going on?

Going on? Cornelia, love, I dont believe I know what youre talking about.

Ok, then let me make it simple for you. Wheres the dais? Where are the grapes? Where are your little minion creatures and EW cant you at least pretend to hide your dignity! A lot could be said for Cornelia Hale, discretion just wasnt one of those things. She had the nerve to criticize Irma for her bluntness but Cornelia had the ability to make even Irma blush with her straightforwardness. At least Irma would have pretended not to notice the mans ahem, package.

A black brow rose inquisitively. I think I liked it better when you didnt talk then again, Ive always known you to have a sharp tongue.

I doubt you know very much about my tongue. Cornelia snapped with a flick of her golden hair as she wandered over to the open balcony. God the air smelt so fresh here. So clean and Ever hear of personal space?

He didnt step back, instead, if anything, he leaned closer as though he were looking over her shoulder but the balcony was big enough for them to stand side by side, heck he could have one corner and she could have another and three more people could have stood between them. You owe me, Cornelia. And now Ive come for my payment.

I dont even know you, apart from those dreams; which Ill have you know are about to be taken care of via my very powerful and extremely pissed off best friend, who happens to be Queen of Meridian! So you might as well just go away and save yourself the humiliation of being beaten up by group of girls.

He sighed wearily and closed his eyes. Are you quite finished?

She folded her arms and tossed up her chin. Ive not even started yet.

Yes, yes Cornelia. Youre powerful, your friends are powerful, that is all well and good but I need your help now.

My help! She exclaimed furiously. You basically molest me in my dreams, you freaky pervert and now you want my help? Get real. My help isnt what you need. Try psychiatric help. That should work real wonders for you.

He simply brushed off her comments with a disinterested wave of his hand making her bristle. Walking away from her, giving her hair just the barest stroke of his long fingertips which she immediately batted away, he turned to the landscape before him.

You owe me, my Cornelia, and Im here to collect my debt.

As far as I know, youve been here for months. Why didnt you collect your debt then? Cornelia snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. She had just about enough of this guy and if she had control of herself, then she had power again.

Dont even think of it! He ordered darkly, striding forward and catching her hand even before she could begin to move it.

Swallowing thickly, she stepped back, wrenching her hand out of his blistering grip. Rubbing it, she was surprised there were no burn marks where his fingers had come into scalding contact with her skin.

Now see here, you are trying my patience.

You have patience? Wow, now theres a shocker and a half. Ill put this in a language even you can understand. Go away. I dont owe you anything. She told him firmly with a haughty tone.

Instead of leaving as she asked, or even getting angry at which point she had vowed to cause his side of the balcony to crumble under his feet, he just threw his head back and laughed. Laughed! At her Cornelia Hale! She wasnt Irma. She didnt say things for laughs.

With a disgusted snort, she turned on her heel with the intention of marching right out of that Balcony and out of that dream! Where the hell was Will anyway? Wasnt she supposed to be watching over her? Some guardian Will was.

However, she got one step before she was being yanked roughly to face him again. She yelped in pain. He, whose name she still didnt know -though he seemed to like showing that he knew hers. His eyes were no longer coolly amused or arrogant; no they were furious and blazing with intensity that burned into hers, as his face tightened in his attempt to control his fury.

You try my patience, girl.

Though she was subtly trembling because no matter what, he was stronger than her, she tilted up her head and glared at him, carefully avoiding his eyes because she was well aware that they were a danger in themselves. Look, I dont know who you are or what you want. But, whatever it is; forget about it because it is not ever going to happen.

He chuckled cruelly and snapped his fingers. Suddenly the illusion splintered and the whole room and scenery shattered around her. In surprise, she screamed and ducked to shield her face from the glass shards that were flung into the air.

As the air became silent once more, she hesitantly looked up assuming to find herself in bed with Will asleep in the chair beside her. Of course, assume makes an ass out of you and me and therefore, Cornelia should have known better. For as she looked up, she realized that she wasnt in the guest room in Wills home but in her old room. Her very old room, for she had decorated the walls just last year with the help of the guardians and everything had been moved around to create a more Feng Shui feel (for Hay Lin wouldnt help unless she could rearrange the furniture and Cornelia happened to like it, so it stayed).

If you were going to try to make me believe that this was all reality or whatever, you seriously over looked one major fact. This isnt my room.

Isnt it?

Its different now. See that bed, it isnt there anymore. I got a new one and that radio broke last summer at our camp out, so you totally messed up. Go you! She snorted and folded her arms. This guy was pathetic. And he was the reason she had lost sleep? Pfft, puh-lease. Shed have to tell Elyon that the guy was a piss poor faerie, if he even was one that is. Then again, a sly voice that sounded suspiciously like Taranee, pointed out that he hadnt really tried to intimidate her that much and that was dangerous enough in itself.

He simply smiled indulgently at her and moved to pat her head, only to thread his fingers into her locks. With a disgusted growl, she yanked her hair out of her grip only to hiss as she lost a few strands. If she didnt get away from this guy shed probably end up with a bald patch and that was threatening all in itself.

So nave. He murmured moving around her and trailing a finger down her bare arm. Her knees quaked and it took all of her will to strengthen them.

Surprised, she glanced down to see she was no longer wearing her pajamas but a negligee, something silk and trimmed with lace that went to her knees and no further. Shocked, she crossed her arms over her chest suddenly aware of the cool air in the room. He cast her an amused look as a quiet satisfied chuckle escaped his lips. Warily she stepped away from him as though the distance would protect her from whatever he should try next.

Put my clothes back on! She hissed venomously.

Shush. He whispered, raising a finger to her lips. Youll miss the next act.

Curious, she looked in the direction he was gesturing. The door before them was flung open and No that couldnt be right. How could she be here and there at the same time? On closer inspection, she realized that they couldnt because that Cornelia was too young.

She smirked. Cant even get my age right? Here, Ill give you a hint. Im 17, not thirteen.

Good to know youre almost legal. he murmured. And youre fourteen there, not thirteen.

Point is; she doesnt exist anymore.

For Danus sake, woman, must I explain everything to you? He demanded; his every word and gesture laced with frustration and annoyance. He rounded on her, eyes flaring and a cool breeze whipped through his silken hair. That is you, from your past.

I hate her! I hate her! The past Cornelia screamed, flinging herself onto her bed with adequate melodrama. With a miserable sniff and suspiciously dry eyes, she pushed herself to her feet and stomped over to her vanity chest. Curious, the real Cornelia inched closer to her, reaching out to touch her only for her hand to slip right through the fragile image. She darted a look at her dream companion.

Whats going on? How is this?

You are seeing a memory.

A a no, no I dont remember this. Youre lying. Whatever trick youre trying to play on me, its not going to work.

Shush, Cornelia. He smirked cruelly. This is the best part.

Im not listening to this. She snapped, striding to the door but after yanking at it with all of her might, it still wouldnt budge. Let me out. I swear to god, if you dont I will sue your ass so fast you won-

Cornelia, do not make me say this again.

Shes not fit to be leader. Im the oldest. Ive been here longer. Theyre my friends. She cant be leader. Shes too weak. She hasnt got any powers. Hell, she got kidnapped on her first day on the job, not to mention how she let that cute guy get captured. Shes totally unfit. Cornelia-P (The past one) was seething to her reflection. Picking up a tube of lipstick, she drew it expertly over her lips. She cant have him either. She declared while the real Cornelia watched on in shock.

No No I I dont remember this. Youre making this up!

Cornelia. he warned and he began to chuckle as he watched the realization begin seep into his blonde haired plaything.

I saw him first. Cornelia-Ps gaze fell on an ornamental fairy sitting on her vanity chest. Vaguely Cornelia-R remembered thinking on how the wings looked so similar to hers.

I wish I just wish She cant have him. I havent had any cute guys all year. Cornelia-Ps eyes flickered to the phone. Picking it up, she dialed in a familiar number. Elyon? Its me Cornelia yeah I know Ugh, Sometimes I wish they wouldnt drag me into their little group sessions. Theyre so immature at times.

Cornelia-R winced as she listened to her old self batter her friends. How could she have been so judgmental? Yes, they could be annoying but they were also so true, so loyal and they had always been there for her.

Oh, Will freaked out about picture day or something. She didnt come to school so we had to go looking for her. I mean, I was all set to just let her be, you know. Like, its up to her if she wants to come to school. Far be it from me to stop her. She probably figured shed break the camera or something. But the girls got all frantic, so someone had to go and be the adult. Anyways so we find her in this dive with this boy, she said she got lost or something. And he was in there hiding from a gang of boys I know. He was rescuing this little creature thing from these boys. Totally noble and seriously hot. And hes older to boot Exactly. So after we get them out, were leaving and he has to go home and he like gives me this completely meaningful glance. I mean, I did help save his life and Wills like, all over him I know. I mean, like hed even look twice at her.

But he did Cornelia whispered. He had looked back at Will just before he had lunged back into the catacombs. And that had been what had pissed her off at the time.

Yeah, well Ive got to go. Mums blackmailing me into babysitting Lily tonight, so I better be on time and I have a whole heap of math homework I just wanted to let you know why I wasnt there. Yeah, bye. Cornelia hung up the phone and sighed as she gazed at her reflection. He cant like her. Shes got no powers. Shes got red hair, for crying out loud. And shes got nothing down there.

Cornelia winced as she watched her old self glance down at her chest and beside her, he laughed delightedly but there was a sadistic hint to it.

I didnt mean that, not really.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Shut up. Cornelia whispered.

You can have him for yourself.

Cornelia froze as his voice seemed to reverberate around the room, no longer an intimate caress that cruised along her body like warm silk.

The younger Cornelia jerked suddenly, her gaze darting around the room as though looking for the culprit.

Whos there?

What are you doing? Cornelia whispered, starting forward but vaguely unaware of where she should be in this strange play.

It doesnt matter who I am-

I asked you a question, who are you? Young Cornelia demanded haughtily as she slammed her brush down on her vanity.

Now that wasnt the question you asked, milady.

Young Cornelia shot to her feet, golden hair falling down to curtain her face as she braced herself against the vanity. Look Buster, I am the earth guardian and Im-

Youre powerless without the heart. I, on the other hand, can grant your every wish and desire.

What are you doing! Cornelia screamed, beginning to panic. Something bad was about to happen here. She didnt like how he was acting or how smooth his voice was. Most of all, she didnt like the glint in her own spring blue eyes. Leave her alone.

Now, now Cornelia. We each have our parts to play. Unfortunately, I just happen to know my lines. Besides, he smirked, playing with a thick silver ring on his thumb, This has already happened; theres nothing we can do to change the past. I may be powerful, but even the Leannn Sidhe have their limits. He flashed a grin at her; still it was vicious and malignant. Naturally, I wont be informing you of what they are.

Oh really?

My name is Kerrigan and I am here to serve you, milady. Just make your wish and I will comply.

What? Like a genie?

If you wish, milady.

Like Im supposed to believe that. Im blonde, not dense.

Unfortunately, youre both if you listen to him. Cornelia grumbled.

She cant hear you, my dear Cornelia.

Why not?

Its impossible for two forms of the same being to exist in one dimension. Moreover, if you heard yourself speaking, youd think yourself insane. Not a pretty picture, white makes you look pasty.

Yeah and that look died with the gay pirates. Cornelia retorted sharply looking pointedly at his outfit. Wheres Polly?

He sent her a withering look and in the blink of an eye, the tip of his sword was pressed to her Adams apple that bobbed nervously. Watch what you say, or Ill cut that tongue out of your mouth. The dark look on his face melted to callous amusement. Ah, shes about to speak.

Ok then, Ill bite. Make Caleb fall in love with me, not Will.

NO! You dont know what youre saying- Cornelia rounded on him as everything clicked into place. This wasnt just a figment of her dream, this was real. It had happened. She hadnt known what she was saying at the time shed She doesnt know what shes saying. I I didnt know. You cant- That wasnt fair!

He sneered. Life is not fair. You meant that wish, I can taste the truth in your words.

Like I thought. Cornelia snarled grumpily. All talk; no action.

He smirked at her muttered words. Pity she has no idea what she has done, nor will she remember. With a flick of his hand, the younger version of the stunning blonde before him, managed to muffle a yawn before she got to her feet and stumbled towards the bed. As her head touched the pillow, she was instantly asleep. When she wakes up, this will be nothing but a dream.

You preyed on me. Cornelia whispered, her stomach churned and she suddenly felt overwhelmingly queasy.

He shrugged. I granted your wish.

For a price. She shot back.

Ah yes, which reminds me. I want payment.

I want you dead. Seems were both SOL.

SOL? He queried curiously.

CORNELIA! WAKE UP!

Cornelia smirked viciously hearing the words coming from somewhere outside. They were there, just out of reach but they were there. Her friends had never let her down before, she knew they wouldnt now. And judging by his expression, he couldnt hear them. Her smirk deepened, her eyes glimmering with triumph. Shit out of luck!

CORNELIA! THERES A SALE ON!

She could have laughed at her friends attempts to wake her, but it was his expression that made the chuckle bubble out to ring victoriously between them for he could hear them now trying to shatter his illusion.

You wont escape me.

I think I will.

Im coming for you. he told her levelly.

Oh, I hope so. she replied. Because you picked the wrong girl to mess with. The dream shattered and everything went black.

She is just sleeping, right? Hay Lin questioned anxiously as she hovered over her friend, idly contemplating whether or not, poking her would be any help in rousing her.

Will gave the Asian girl a reassuring smile. Yeah, shes just sleeping Hay Lin.

But, what if shes like catatonic or something?

Taranee frowned and shook her head. Her breathings normal, her pulse is strong if a little fast. Shes just in a deep sleep. Kind of like how I was after the morpion bite, without the morpion, the sting and the pain.

What about that smelly stuff you use to bring people to consciousness? Caleb suggested as he paced the room.

Smelling salts? Yeah that might work. Hay Lin, go get the smelling salts. There should be some in the first aid box in the medicine cabinet. Will ordered as she sat down on the bed beside her blonde friend to take her hand in hers.

Suddenly, without warning, Cornelias eyes snapped open, frightening the four girls so much they jumped and poor Hay Lin fell off the bed that shed been scrambling off with a heavy thump.

Owchies.

Cornelia, are you ok?

Yeah, you were doing this weird twitching thing, kind of reminded me of Mr. Snuggles, -may he rest in peace.

Cornelia wrinkled her nose and sat up before sagging forward only to be caught by Will. Major Headache. she managed to groan as she clutched her aching skull.

Hay Lin?

Im on it.

Cornelia? Caleb ventured, hesitantly sitting down on the bed and taking her free hand in his. What happened?

Cornelia winced against the pain but tried to block it out in an effort to concentrate on the questions that would soon be fired at her. I had a dream.

The dream? Hay Lin asked as she walked into the room with a glass of water and two aspirins clutched in her hand which she promptly handed over before sitting down. She leaned against Caleb, using him to steady herself.

Cornelia shook her head, winced; and then threw the aspirin in her mouth before gulping down the water. Wiping her mouth, she set the glass down and sleepily closed her eyes as she leaned back against the head board. Not that one. It was different. I was me.

As opposed to someone who isnt you?

Irma, please. Will warned. She knew what Cornelia meant and that was all that mattered.

Ok. Continue Queen C.

So Cornelia began to tell her friends about the dream with each of them injecting their own comments and reactions to his actions and treatment of her. Obviously she left out certain bits; after all she hadnt even come to terms with them yet. Had she Had she forced Caleb to fall in love with her? Had she taken away Wills chance? Had she hurt two of the most important people in her life?

Her eyes lifted to take in the pair of them, both holding a hand of hers and watching her with concern. Casually, she took her hands and clasped them together, placing Calebs hand over Wills. She offered them a weak smile. Im sorry.

For what? Will asked, as she casually extracted her hand from Calebs, not quite liking the way her skin prickled from the touch.

For being me.

Hey can I get that in writing? Irma demanded, thrusting out a note pad and pen.

I was apologizing to Will, not you. Cornelia bit out.

Hey, I put up with you more than she does.

Shes the cats mother. Will retorted snippily.

You ask for it.

Oh yes, please Queen C, grant me with your ominous presence. My life is meaningless without you.

So youll be signing the Valentines card this year, since youve lost your anonymity?

As if Id send you a card. Valentines day is for people you love.

OK you two! Taranee intervened while Hay Lin watched the whole scene with an expression of awe while chewing on a strand of hair. Break it up.

Miss Will, breakfast is served.

Caleb jumped and looked around for the owner of the crackling voice but found no one but them to be in the room. Uh, guys?

Will jumped off the bed and walked to a small metal box on the wall. She pressed the black button and spoke into it. Thanks Collins, well be down in a few.

She turned to her friends and a bewildered Caleb. Its like a walkie-talkie.

But not portable. Irma added in case the rebel leader had any ideas of trying to yank the intercom out of the wall to take back to Meridian. Hed done such things before so she didnt put anything past him.

He nodded to show he understood but it was clear to all the girls that he didnt and that caused a private smile to be shared between them.

Cornelia threw her cover off. Well Im going to have a shower; Ill be down in a few minutes.

The group nodded and left her alone. As the door closed behind her with a click, she sighed and flopped back onto the bed. Things were about to get very interesting.

Will scowled down at her account book and with the end of her pen; she tapped in a few more numbers into the calculator. To her left, sitting at the end of the breakfast bar, was Caleb chewing thoughtfully on a triangle of toast. Collins was making pancakes at the stove with Blunk tugging plaintively at his pressed breeches to be allowed to help. Surprisingly, instead of brushing the small passling away with a cry of surprise, he simply passed Blunk a spoon and a bowl.

Irma and Hay Lin were sitting on stools opposite her fighting over the remote control and Taranee was tapping away at her computer. All five of them were carefully avoiding the topic of Cornelias dreams, almost as though to speak of it would summon something unconscionable to happen.

Irma!

Nu-uh, Hales, I wanna watch this show.

Youve seen it already. God, Will, tell her to turn it back.

Will sighed and flipping over her pencil, she began to erase a total in her account book. Irma, let Hay Lin watch her cartoon.

Taranee removed her glasses to rub her eyes. I have to head into town today to pick up my contact lenses; does anyone want to come with me?

Hay Lins hand shot up, almost smacking Irma in her haste to volunteer. Already having spent time so much time in each others company, she was raring to get out to the shops and the crowds of the town since she was beginning to feel slightly claustrophobic in Wills mansion.

Suddenly music burst out and those in the kitchen jolted in surprise. Taranee winced and quickly fumbled to turn off the volume. Sorry.

Taranee, I think you should consider taking that thing back to the computer store.

Or a priest.

Its not haunted, Irma. It is impossible for a mechanical object to be possessed by a spiritual entity.

Yeah, lets just stick with one supernatural being for the moment. Will mustered up a wry smile as she pressed a hand to her brow. She was way out of her depth with this and throwing a quick glance at Caleb, she realized he was feeling much the same. Raking a hand through her red hair, she glanced up at the pine paneling covering the ceiling. How did people deal with faeries? The only experience she ever had in dealing with faeries was from what shed seen in films and in those films, the heroes were generally faeries or they had swords and had been battling Faeries all their life. Besides, the main bad guys were always vampires and werewolves and sometimes ghosts, maybe the odd witch thrown in for variation. Faeries were relatively new territory.

Iron! Hay Lin suddenly exclaimed; turning away from the TV (so Irma turned it back to her show) to face Will. I read it in some book or something but if you hit them with Iron, they totally go poof?

They turn gay? Taranee probed.

No, silly, they dissolve.

Will covered her smile and took out another note book to jot down Hay Lins idea. Taranee, what about the internet, what does it say about faeries?

Taranee shrugged and began to tap on her keys. Caleb exhaled noisily and pushed away from the breakfast stable to stalk over to the window.

We should be consulting with Elyon. She must have contacted the Faerie Queen by now.

Elyon said shed contact us when she had everything organized. We wait until we receive her orders.

Caleb shook his head and bit back a frustrated sound. And what if Cornelia is safer in Meridian?

How can I be certain of that? What if the reason he contacts her in dreams is because he cant get to her here? Will demanded, eyes blazing. She didnt lose her temper easily but things were getting out of hand. I cant take any chances. We do this the way Elyon wants it.

Guys! Taranee jumped in before Caleb and Will could continue their meaningless tirade. It was a problem with having two leaders; neither was used to being questioned. Caleb would have to realize soon that Will wasnt the same girl who had let him take the lead, she had years to play leader now and she was actually quite good at it. When it came to things such as Meridian, no one could beat Caleb, hed lived there all his life but when it came to the well being of the girls, no one cared more than Will.

Both of them stopped glaring at each other long enough to look at her inquiringly. Yes/Yeah?

Ive found something. I just dont know how much help itll provide. The gist is that most people believe faeries to be creatures with gossamer wings and mischievous acts as they were in the Enid Blyton stories.

I knew the Famous Five werent normal! Irma proclaimed triumphantly with a wave of her fork, sending her cube of pancake which had been settled nicely on the prongs into the air. She watched in fascination as it came down to Oops. Sorry Caleb.

Caleb sighed and reached up to pick the pancake piece off the top of his head while Will and Hay Lin smothered their snickers.

No throwing food, Miss Irma. Collins chided as he placed a plate heaped with pancakes down in the spot before Will who gave him a grateful smile as she moved her account book out of the way.

However, others believe that Faeries were the hidden children of Adam and Eve. Supposedly the first man and woman hid their children because they were naked, having just been washed. God was angry with them for hiding the children from him and so he declared that theyd never see them again.

Kind of makes God sound like a pedophile. Irma muttered with a shudder.

Lets not jump on the God bashing wagon. Will chided, tapping her fingers against the table. But that makes the faeries sound like children. This, Kerrigan guy, doesnt sound that childlike to me.

Well theres another theory that faeries were fallen Angels. Kind of like the Lucifer deal but since they werent truly evil, he sentenced them to live amongst the mortals, not mortal and yet not angelic.

Stuck between two worlds, belonging to neither. That sounds about right. Will mused.

Ah, heres something about Ireland. Their idea is that Faeries were once gods and spirits of druids, high priests and very important people. However as people began to turn to Christianity, the belief in them faded and so did their powers.

Christi- what? Caleb asked with an expression of complete bewilderment.

Its a religion. People believe theres one god and they pray and worship him. In this case, the god would be Jesus Christ. There are a lot of religions for various people and therefore a lot of different ideas of who god is and what hes like. Taranee tried to explain but it was difficult to explain something that really had no science behind it to back it up but was something that was always just there.

Recognizing the look on Calebs face and needing to know more, Will stepped in. Its not important Caleb. So this Faerie idea is kind of like Phobos, while he had his army and people were scared of him, he was powerful but when people began to rebel against him and to fight, he lost that power.

Hes still powerful.

Magically, yes he probably is but that only goes so far. Will replied. Go on Taranee.

Well, this is generally the belief in Ireland. Supposedly the gods were known collectively as the Tuatha de Danann, the people of Danu. Danu was the mother goddess, she had no physical form but she was the mother of creation. She gave birth or created the God Dagda, he is sort of the Irish equivalent of Zeus or Jupiter in Greek and Roman mythology respectively. He was the king of the Tuatha De Danan; however, he didnt have as many children as say Zeus did.

I always found that weird in Greek mythology. Every time you read about a Greek god, his father was Zeus. The entire people on mount Olympus must have been inbred.

Thank you Irma. Now continue Taranee.

Irma grumbled under her breath but motioned the olive skinned girl to continue. Anyway, belief in the Tuatha De Danann dwindled and they became known as the Daoine Sidhe, the proud warriors.

Sidhe? Isnt the man tormenting Cornelia a Sidhe?

A Leanne Sidhe or something like that. Will acknowledged Calebs question.

Thats more likely the faeries were interested in. Theres other ideas that they were people suffering from Williams Syndrome she trailed off on a shrug, taking off her glasses to rub them before placing them back on her nose again and frowning. Oh here, supposedly some believe that Faeries are restless dead because the High Fairy King of Ireland, Finvarra, King of the Daoine Sidhe has an entourage of recent and ancient dead people.

Whoa, creepy.

Will shivered delicately before hunching her shoulders against the definite chill that ran down her spine. Ok, so well go with the theory that they were once gods. Its an Irish based legend, right? And Elyon said were dealing with someone vaguely Irish, so that makes the most sense.

But Finvarra and then Dada I mean, which is the real king? Gods cant die, can they?

They all paused to ponder Hay Lins tentative question while Collins smacked Blunk over the head for trying to lick the bowl, which in Collins view was highly unhygienic.

No, thats why they became Faeries, because they couldnt just die, they just had to fade away, right? Will groaned heavily. This is worse than Maths.

At least I can understand Maths. Taranee sighed heavily and closed up her laptop. Everyone has so many theories because no ones ever come in contact with real Fey folk before. Theres no way to know which is which for certain. Maybe theyre a melting pot of all of the theories. Like Vampires. Some believe they cant walk in daylight, others say they can. They can change their shape but some cant. They can be killed by a stake to heart but it has to be a certain type of wood. Do you understand what Im saying?

In other words we find out when we get there. As long as we can use our powers against them, they dont stand a chance. Irma declared, fisting her hand.

He, Irma, we just have a problem with Kerrigan. Lets not tar all faeries with the same brush.

The kitchen door opened and Cornelia walked in, dressed in a cream long sleeved cashmere sweater and a pair of dark blue Levis. Her blonde hair had been brushed into a bright golden sheen. Her eyes roamed over her friends and although they warmed, there was a definite haunted look to them.

Morning.

Hey, are you feeling better? Hay Lin asked as she jumped to her feet to offer Cornelia her spot. As Cornelia took it, she hurried off to fetch the remaining batch of pancakes Collins had protected from Blunk.

The shower did wonders. Thanks. She picked up her knife and fork and paused over the pancake tower. This looks great, Collins.

You need to keep your strength up, Miss Cornelia. Those diets only drain you of your youthful energy. He chided gently, taking the dishcloth he had draped over his shoulder off, he turned to Will. If you do not need me, Miss Will, I have some shopping to do.

Sure Collins, but if you want, we could do it? she offered as she gauged her friends reaction to the suggestion.

That is very much appreciated Miss Will, but I am the only person who knows where to get the best deals at the market. Maybe some day I will take you with me.

She gave him a smile and watched him leave. A prickling sensation alerted her to the fact that someone was glaring at her. It didnt take her long to figure out whom. She looked expectantly at Caleb. What?

How can you speak so freely in front of him?

Because I know I can trust him.

How? Caleb demanded, green eyes blistering, a muscle twitching in his cheek.

I just do, I dont question your judgment, do I?

Thats because my judgment is sound. Youre just a

Just a what? She fired back, bristling at his attitude towards her. He treated her like a child and it was getting just a tad bit annoying. She was seventeen years old, two years older than he was when he had decided to go take on the King of Meridian who, by the way had powers, which Caleb still did NOT have! At least she had ok, so she wasnt much better. The most she could hope to do was to blind her opponent but hey, it was better than nothing and it didnt mean she was completely helpless. She just wished hed see that. Shed grown up.

Youre a kid, Will. How can you possibly know if hes trustworthy? How do you know he wont go a reveal your secret to the newspapers?

Even if he did, no one would believe him. Will retorted hotly, her cheeks flaming in temper. How dare he accuse her of putting her and her friends at risk? She would never do it. Collins had always been reliable. When her mother and Michael were away, he was the one that looked after her. He tutored her in Maths and history. He didnt tell her off when she was in detention, if she had a problem, she could go to him. He was like a grandfather to her.

He is Irish, Will, isnt he? Hay Lin question cautiously, flicking Caleb an anxious glance and flinching as his eyes sharpened at that piece of information.

Yes, but he left there decades upon decades ago when his father was murdered by the IRA. Hes got American citizenship and hes human, so just dont say anything Caleb.

Cornelia sighed. I trust him. If Will says hes trustworthy, then I believe her.

Irma choked and Hay Lin slapped her helpfully on the back. You-? she broke off and shook her head, as though to clear the cobwebs from it. Thats great Cornelia she smiled before speaking in an aside to Hay Lin. Didnt she always undermine Will?

Times are a-changin. The Asian girl chimed happily. Collins is cool. Besides, no one makes pancakes as good as he does.

Oh that makes him trustworthy. Caleb sneered causing Hay Lin to stick out her tongue in reaction.

Blunk scrambled up onto the stool Caleb had vacated when he stood up to pace. Blunk with Caleb. Dont trust bad man. Wont let Blunk lick bowl.

Well theres your case proved, Caleb. Will countered with a dismissive tone. Caleb snorted but said nothing and so, deciding the argument was over for the moment, she turned to Cornelia. So any more memories about your dream?

Cornelia shook her head. Apart from the fact that the man was seriously fashion challenged, none. Curiously, her eyes flicked from Caleb to Will and back again. He was glaring at the back of her head, obviously put out at being dismissed. And Wills smile was strained, her eyes dark with temper. For her attempts at ignoring Caleb, she was obviously still very aware he was there and her thoughts were very much focused on what he had said. Had Kerrigan been right? He had never directly said she had stopped Caleb and Will from being together, they might not have been. In fact maybe she and Caleb would have gotten together, just not as fast as they had.

She just didnt know. But the implication was there at the back of her mind because there had always seemed to be this intangible connection between the two of them that she couldnt touch. Besides her words had been make Caleb fall in love with me, not Will. But Caleb hadnt shown much of an interest in her until after Wills party. That was weeks later. Was there a delay? It was just all so confusing. This meant she had met him before that wasnt a good thing.

Well Elyon should be contacting us today, but until then I say we go into town. I have to organize some time off and inform Terence that I wont be able to take Cubs tonight. Taranee needs to collect her contact lenses.

Cubs? Caleb questioned before he could prevent himself.

Cub Scouts, its an organization for young boys to meet up and do fun things. That made it sound simple; it was never that simple at the meetings. The boys were boisterous in their little uniforms and neckties, their voices loud as they protested against the games she had come up with but for the most part, they were generally very good. Just camping with them tended to be chaotic. She sometimes believed she would fare better if she was in a fight with the moat monster back in Meridian.

And you take them? Where?

Irma snorted and began to snicker into her hand. Cornelia rolled her eyes at her friends juvenile antics. She means that she looks after them, leads them. She tells them what games theyll be playing, takes their attendance and fees and makes sure none of them get hurt. Basically, shes kind of like their captain.

Lucky kids. Caleb mumbled dryly, his ears burning slightly with humiliation due to Irmas laughter. This world was very strange indeed.

Will simply glowered at him. Egotistical Jerk that he was. She was a good leader, her boys adored her when they werent planting cherry bombs down the toilets. Besides Caleb had no room to talk. Babysitting Chris, need she say more? Yeah. So whos coming?

Me! Me!

Ok, Hay Lin, stop jumping around like that. Youll break the stool. Will muttered as she packed away her things and wrote down Terences number on the back of her palm. What about you Cornelia?

Actually, I was thinking of staying here and hanging out. Do you mind?

Uh Wills cinnamon eyes flickered quickly to catch Calebs thoughts on the matter but not fast enough as Cornelia caught the look.

Look, Ill be fine. I dont need to be babysat.

Well I dont really want to go anyway, so Ill stay. Caleb said slowly.

Oh for pitys sake, just go Caleb. Ill be fine, in fact, Id like a little bit of alone time and besides, Malachi will be here and Toad, no one will get past that dog. And Blunk too.

Hate to burst your bubble babe, but I aint leaving this house. Triple hour bill of Charmed today before noon and nothing, not even an earthquake will make me leave this house. Irma drawled lazily as lifted the TV Guide to point out the fact that Charmed was indeed listed three times. Then her eyes narrowed. And I mean no earthquakes!

Cornelia sighed. Fine, see Will. I wont be alone.

Will bit her lip, looking as though she was about to protest before the fight leaked out of her. Fine. But if you even feel like theres anything wrong, anything at all. Call me and Ill come straight back. Got that?

Yes mom, now go.

Ok. Will sighed. Ill go grab my coat guys and meet you by the door and if you two have any spare time, could you do my chores for me? Itll not take long, thanks guys, youre the best. She quickly darted out the door.

Cornelia turned to Irma with a frown. She doesnt seriously think that Im going to do her chores?

Hey, Im not doing them. Three hours of Charmed. Im not leaving the living room.

Fine, shall I tell Malachi youre in there?

Shut up Cornelia, go dream of your demon lover.

Cornelia flicked her hair dramatically over her shoulder before she sauntered out of the room leaving a steaming Irma behind with a bewildered but happy Blunk. Everyone had left lots of pancakes for him.

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