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As Timothy explains, images and visions flash behind Morgan's eyes; visions of blood, DARKNESS, sorrow, and fear. She sees this woman, Melinda, Xander's mother, and the literal hell she is put through. She sees Xander, at age eleven, as his life is changed forever, as the darkness encompasses him, rips Melinda away from him forever while something different, something made out of nightmares and carnage, is replaced in the wake of tragedy and chaos.

It suddenly becomes hard to breathe, the heartache that clouds Timothy's emotions takes hold of Morgan's lungs in a VICE grip. She stirs uncomfortably, trying not to let it show that she has to cough. When her face turns red and her eyes begin to water, she turns her head away and takes in a big breath before hacking into her elbow. It's a dry, desperate plea to breathe again. Once it's over, she reaches for the glass of water on the coffee table between her and Timothy.

"I'm sorry..." Morgan croaks, placing her hand on her chest, "I'm so terribly sorry...just...my allergies are kicking my butt," she chuckles, wiping her eyes.

Once she's finally recollected herself, she clears her throat and forces her mind to clear. Finally closing it off from Timothy once and for all. She's seen enough.

"I'm going to be totally up front and honest with you, Mr. Lynch," Morgan says, setting her notepad to the side. She moves to the edge of her seat and clasps her hands together on her knees. "What's attached itself to Xander, it's.." she shakes her head, "It's a monster in wolf's clothing. You think it's bad now, but...I'm sorry, but it's only going to get WORSE."

She gives him a minute to let it sink in. "These entities, these...PARASITES, they don't just want to control Xander, they want to turn him into something inhuman. Something capable of BIBLICAL disaster. It's important to me that you understand how dangerous this situation is. There is a place, beneath our world and above it, where these beings call their home. Sometimes, I'm sure you've heard this term before, the veil splits...allowing creatures like the one that has attached itself to Xander to slip through. That's where people like me come in."

Morgan gives Timothy a reassuring smile, then hesitantly reaches forward to place one of her hands on top of his, giving it a small squeeze.

"Mr. Lynch...I'm a WITCH," she admits, then wets her lips, "And not just a bored housewife who googles how-to guides and buys those cheap esoteric self help books that are in the clearance section of Barnes and Noble, but a real witch. I practice real magic and have real powers and I have access to these other worlds that I'm speaking off." Another long pause, to let her confession sink in.

"I know I sound...completely insane," she chuckles again, "I sound like a con-woman and a liar. But I promise you, every single word coming out of my mouth is the truth. I need you to trust me. You asked for my help and I'm going to help you and Xander in any way that I can. But I NEED you to trust me. You can't tell another soul what I've told you today. Everything we talked about between us today needs to stay between us. Do you understand?"

TIMOTHY WRINGS HIS HANDS TOGETHER as though what he was thinking about was making him nervous, rubbing his thumb over the top of his hand. He nods, slowly, the gravity in his chest shifting. ❝ It's a PART of him. ❞ A shaky hand runs through his hair, and the demon hunter sighs.

❝ He's nineteen. ❞ A pause, and for a second Timothy just stares at her, wondering if he should spill every little detail. It was a lot, they would be here for quite a while. ❝ It started with me. ❞ He's QUIET for a moment, reflecting at a time long ago, when he was younger and less tormented by what he had been through. There was PAIN in his voice when he speaks again, a guilt radiating through him. ❝ When I was a kid... I saw something I shouldn't have. I suppose it IMPRINTED on me, I don't know. Maybe it was always supposed to be this way. ❞

His brows scrunch up, and the demon hunter shifts in his seat, uncomfortable. ❝ I used to be a security guard at a parking garage in college. I had this friend, Michael. I don't know how, but the same... thing I saw... it found us. It killed him, right in front of me. And then again, later... like this thing was just... having fun tormenting me it went after Melinda. ❞ Timothy doesn't try to explain who she is, he's not sure that he will ever be able to. ❝ Except this time it was different. She fell in love with this man... but I knew... I knew something was WRONG with him. Nine months later... Xander was born. ❞

He finally catches her in the eye grateful that she's listening, ❝ I think it's a part of him. ❞

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AGE: 18 YEARS OLD AND OVER. On Morgan MacVeigh’s 18th birthday, her father’s sept of their ancestral coven is attacked by The Followers of the Black Mare; a radical religious cult and longtime enemy of Morgan’s family that pride themselves on their vast knowledge of arcane magic and Unseelie fae lore.

Morgan, along with several other young promising members of the MacVeigh coven, are kidnapped rather than ruthlessly executed like how the rest of their loved ones were during Black Mare’s attack. Months later, they become severely traumatized from their time spent within the faerie cult’s clutches until the day comes when everyone is eventually able to escape. They are rescued by the central branch of the MacVeigh coven who’s special forces unit traveled all the way from Scotland just to rescue Morgan and her fellow witches. They find themselves being taken back to the coven’s central headquarters located on the Isle of Mull, the birthplace and childhood home of Morgan’s father.

While under the protection and guardianship of her father’s extended side of the family, a terrible secret is revealed to Morgan that will change the way she views her ancestral coven forever. She is forced to come to terms with the fact that she is no more safe housed within the innerworkings of the coven’s secret society than she was while being imprisoned by the Black Mare. Desperate to get away, Morgan decides to set off totally on her own for the first time in her life and goes into hiding. Now she is not only on the run from the Black Mare, but from her own kin as well.

AGE: 5 - 10 YEARS OLD. Morgan is just a little girl in this verse living her life on the island of Delacroix, Michigan; her mother’s childhood home. She has not come into the full extent of her powers yet, nor has she began her training as a MacVeigh witch. At the age of 10 years old, every witch is finally initiated into the coven for them to begin their journey towards becoming a powerful warrior-witch and assassin. While awaiting that fateful day, Morgan spends most of her time either learning, playing outside with her friends, or going on fantastical adventures around her hometown alongside her big brother, Michael.  

AGE: 11- 17 YEARS OLD. After finally being initiated into her coven’s traditional practices, Morgan’s teenage years are split between her living life as a small town socialite to the public, while training to be an accomplished assassin-witch in private. In this verse, we will see her slowly working her way towards becoming the highly intelligent and vastly skilled individual that we see her as during her present day/main verse.  

Morgan’s coven was never eradicated, there was never any impending threat looming over her family’s head, thus no reason for her to ever have left home or run away. Basically, this is her ultimate canon AU.

In this verse, she grew up in upstate New York alongside her brother and several other members of her father’s coven where they would be raised to become assassin witches and highly intelligent scholars of the magical realm. All while shrouded by the secrecy, affluence,  and legacy of the MacVeigh coven.

Morgan’s coven was never eradicated, there was never any impending threat looming over her family’s head, thus no reason for her to ever have left home or run away. Basically, this is her ultimate canon AU.

In this verse, she grew up in upstate New York alongside her brother and several other members of her father’s coven where they would be raised to become assassin witches and highly intelligent scholars of the magical realm. All while shrouded by the secrecy, affluence,  and legacy of the MacVeigh coven.

Morgan has succumbed to the ultimate core of her magic and its malevolent fae origin. Witches call it “going dark” on the account of its cold and soulless nature, as well as the fact that when a witch goes dark, their eyes turn black whenever they are about to or proceed to use their magic.

This verse is the equivalent to a demon or an “Evil” verse.

Similar to Morgan’s COVEN BOUND verse but it takes place during the past / previous era(s) of her coven’s long history, plot dependent. Fandoms this verse is good for are as it follows: Reign, The Borgias, Assassin’s Creed, Vikings, The Last Kingdom, etc..

Morgan’s dream of owning her very own bookshop has finally come true. She ends up inheriting the property in question from her longtime employer shortly after their inevitable passing. However, what appears to be just an ordinary everyday bookstore on the surface, actually harbors a vast secret library of sacred texts, used books, and rare tombs that contain endless amounts of information and lore into anything magic or supernatural. [ in development, verse age: 30+ ]

Morgan finally goes back to school to get a proper college degree and becomes a licensed therapist. She uses her powers as a witch to help her human clients, but also chooses to see those belonging to the supernatural community who are also suffering from paranormal induced psychological trauma as well.  [ in development, verse age: 30+ ]

A BLACK RAVEN soars across the world’s battlefields, plucking out the dead eyes and the ears and the tongues of fallen soldiers. The Phantom Queen has arrived to take what is hers. Goddess of death, war, and fate       The Morrígan was once a powerful high-ranking member of the Tuatha Dé Danann, of the Seelie Court. She was responsible for the council brought to leaders of the Tuatha Dé Danann’s armies before war. Wide and consort of The Dagda, she is cunning and ruthless when it comes to getting what she wants and will stop at absolutely nothing to ensure that her own personal endeavors are sought through. 

How ironic that centuries later, long after Tuatha Dé Danann were forced to retreat from the Emerald Isle back into the depths of the Otherworld, her own reincarnation would turn out to be a descendent of the same group of Irish settlers who forced her and her people to retreat to the other side of the veil.

In this verse, Morgan and the The Morrígan have become one. She has given into her role as the second coming of the Celtic Goddess of carnage and destruction, so much so, that she can hardly tell herself apart from the ancient spirit that’s attached itself to her soul. 

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OPEN ; MORGAN MACVEIGH

"Please, just...stay a little while longer. It's too cold to go outside. And...too quiet in here to be left all alone."

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"You may not long for the darkness...but it longs for you. And yet, you've already let it in, haven't you?" // @deceivesthem liked for something short n sweet.

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"Yeah ----" Michael nodded, and began to gesture around the circle of the group, " That's Carter, over there, messing with the TV and whatnot," Carter without looking back raised a thumbs up, "This little bastard right here is a...uh...a cousin from out of town," he threw his arm around Rascal who just grinned and winked at Patrick.

"Cheers, mate. Name's Elias. But friends call me Eli," Rascal sank right into his faux persona with ease and poured him another shot of the vodka.

"I'm Ciara," the girl with the bright orange hair and thick Irish accent raised her hand, "My friends call me Ce-Ce but if you even think twice about calling me that I'll-"

"Ciara..." Morgan warned her friend in a stern, almost motherly, tone of voice.

"What?" Ciara shrugged and pushed herself up from leaning over the kitchen island, "I was only jokin'. Best he learn now before he hears someone else call me that and I get grumpy."

"Yeah, but you're always grumpy," Michael snickered. Ciara shot him a slight glare but there was a small smile on her lips as she shook her head at him, "Looks like Carter's almost got the Blue-Ray set up so I am gonna order us some pizza. What do y'all want?"

"As many bloody black olives as you can fit on the thing," Rascal chimed with another smile on his face.

"You're disgusting," Ciara replied, heading back into the living alongside Michael who began drawing up a list on his smartphone.

"Chicken wrap for me on wheat!" Carter called from where he was testing the Blue-Ray remote control against the TV.

"I'm fine with anything, really," Morgan insisted, "But make sure you get orange soda!" It's been so long since she's had it but it was her favorite as a kid.

"Already ahead of you!" Michael reassured, plopping down onto the big leather sofa in the living room next to Ciara. Carter took a seat himself in the adjacent, mismatched lounge chair.

"What about you, Patrick? What are you in the mood for?" Morgan asked, starting to make her way to the living room as well, "Hey, make room for us," he ordered of her brother and Ciara, "Patrick is out guest, he doesn't deserve to sit on the floor."

"Fine, I'll bloody do it. but I'm grabbing the beanbag chair from your room," Ciara jumped up from the couch with a roll of her eyes. As the baby of the group, she was still such a teenager at heart.

"No canoodling, you two," Michael remarked, smiling faintly to himself.

Carter glared out of the corner of his eye, jaw set, and Morgan gently kicked her older brother's shin before sitting down next to him and pulling Patrick down to sit at her other side.

Suddenly the very somber room was brought to life at the prospect of apple cider vodka. He hadn't seen that one coming. Not that he had come here to pawn off something that potentially tasted bad because he didn't want that to be the first impression he left Morgan's family with. He was suddenly very hopeful that it wasn't that bad of a drink. One of them still remained in the living room setting up the Blu-Ray player but everyone else was on board with trying it for the first time. If all else failed, the regular apple cider that Morgan offered would have to suffice.

❝ If this really does taste as bad as it kind of sounds then yeah, maybe I'll take you up on one of those offers, ❞ he replied to her with a bashful smile. ❝ Probably regular apple cider so, you know, nobody think I'm the worst guest ever if this turns out to be gross. ❞ Patrick looked around the room at the others, trying to tuck away his anxiousness in exchange for joking around with the new crowd.

Patrick chuckled nervously, being reminded that his best friend Teddy playfully called him "Patty" from time to time, so it wasn't a nickname that he was bothered by too much. ❝ Sure you can if you want. I'm so sorry. What did you say your name was? Something tells me you're Michael, ❞ he addressed her brother. If it wasn't the playful banter between the two it was definitely the family resemblance.

Another chuckle, slowly letting her nerves melt away as the get-together in the kitchen allowed him to lighten up and joke along with the crowd. ❝ I don't even know if I have a favorite scary movie, to be honest. Um...is it boring to say Halloween maybe? Actually, I do like the Jason movies, too. Poltergeist is pretty cool, too. Maybe that one I like the most. ❞

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OPEN ; MORGAN MACVEIGH

"Why does hospital coffee have to suck so much? You would think they could at least give us a halfway decent cup of coffee while sitting here, panicking, wondering whether or not our loved ones are gonna be okay or not."

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"Listen here, English in America we tip our waitresses and bar staff. Especially when they're stuck serving your ungrateful butt, working single coverage, and need to put some money away for a new carburetor for their car. So unless you got a few Benjamíns hidden away up your fancy sleeves, I'm cuttin' you off for the night. "

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"Hello. I need a room for the night. Hopefully this should suffice," without hesitation, Morgan pulls out a neat stack of bills from her carry-on purse. All of them were single one-dollar notes, bundled tightly together with a bright orange band that read exactly fifty dollars.

"If amenities cost extra, I'm willing to pay for those too. I know running an inn like this is costly, so every cent counts. Do you offer room service here, as well?"

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"And sometimes in threes," the witch replied, "Or thirteen, give or take a century. What's dead should say dead but unfortunately...that is not always the case."

    𖤐  ⸻  ❛ What goes around comes back around again. ❜

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@hexsreality asked: ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜

"No, you can't," the other witch nods in agreement, "We were taught growing up that magic and scientific energy were similar, if not sometimes, one in the same source. Just like how in primary school when children are taught that energy cannot be created nor destroyed, my coven taught us that the same rules applied to magic. As you said, you can kill the practitioner, but their magic is forever one way or another."

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Morgan still knew very little about werewolves. She had only ever run into them twice during the course of her life so far. Not to mention, there were numerous types of werewolves and different species, hybrids, even tribrids to account for. From what she's been told and researched, they were the recluses of the magical community. You'd think it would be vampires, seeing as how they sleep all day and only come out at night. But, vampires are the same way in the sense that there are so many different breeds. Just when you think you've got it all figured out one minute, a new species of creature is popping out of the woodwork the next.

"There's going to be a full moon on Halloween," Morgan stated as a matter-of-fact as she gave Charlie his coffee, and sat down at the table one seat across from him.

She spoke in a low tone of voice so nobody else at the cafe would be able to hear their conversation, "Are you going to like...change at night or something like other werewolves do? Morgan asked hesitantly, "Do you need a place to stay to ride out the transformation? Because if so, my apartment does have a boiler room nobody but me and my landlord go into..."

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OPEN ; MORGAN MACVEIGH

"People who say they want to have sex with slasher characters like Michael Meyers or Jason Voorhees scare me. Like seriously, whenever someone makes a vulgar comment about a monster character like them, I'm immediately concerned about their mental wellbeing."

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Strangely enough, this wasn't even the worst part about her job. But it was definitely her least favorite. Or at least, that's what she told herself.

She sat across from Victor, legs crossed at the ankles, hands folded in her lap, dressed in a dark navy blue blazer-pencil skirt combo like she was just another stiff detective come to burden the man with more questions about the passing of his associates. However, the difference between the real cops and Morgan, is that she knew exactly what had happened that night for she was there when things took an awful turn for the worst.

Victor's emotions washed over her grief, a sudden spike in anxiety, dismay all natural reactions to hearing the news of the passing of someone you care about. Or at least had the slightest inkling of emotional investment in.

She tried to close her mind off to the Victor's in order to focus on the task at hand, but not so much that she should miss something important transpiring within the man's subconscious that could help her get to the bottom of why his friends had died.

Why they were only another addition to the case of the strange deaths happening all around town that has its citizens trapped within a vice grip of fear and confusion.

"Victor," Morgan began again, her voice soft with genuine compassion, "I'm saying this because I know nobody else has bothered to, but I truly am sorry for your loss. I want to find the person who did this but I can't do it alone. If you think you can continue this conversation, your cooperation could potentially mean that I can put a stop to these strange deaths before another person gets hurt. Before I have to have this same conversation with somebody else."

After a brief moment, she reached into her blazer pocket and pulled out a calling card with a photoshopped city police logo and her alias's contact information on it.

"Otherwise, just say the word and I'll leave. But I would prefer to leave my card behind just in case you want to continue this conversation elsewhere, at another time perhaps."

@magicveiled asked: "I'm sorry you had to find out this way." // morgan to victor

victor needed a moment to process the fact that his best mate was dead. he had held onto hope that he was locked away somewhere and didn't have the means to reach out. " thank you for telling me... " he whispered, defeat in his voice. victor hadn't even worked through the grief enough to ask morgan how she knew about his mate. " just tragic... "

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"I wish you could see the world through my eyes, Victor. There is magic all around us, even now at this very moment, right under your nose where you'd least expect it. I'm not saying scientific fact isn't valid, merely questioning to what extent can we consider some of life's strangest abnormalities to be a result of your precious science, or something else entirely otherworldly."

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"When I looked in her eyes, they were blue, but nobody's at home." ( song: "Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps)" by David Bowie )

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