Morgana a week later (age 8)

I had woken up and I had no idea where I was or what had happened. After a while I suddenly remembered and I trembled with fear… at least I don’t think I’m at home.

That’s when he walks into the room. I felt like the huge knot in my stomach had been untied.

“MORGAN! YOUR AWAKE!” he shout and runs over smiling and hugs me tightly, “I was so scared I was gonna lose you”.

I smile and hug back, trembling, unable to control my body.

“You’ve been out for over a week!! A-a-a-a-and and your heart stopped…three…times” he says sadly “Danielle had to bring you back” clinging to me, his voice shaking, I could tell he was holding back his tears… I don’t know if it is joy or what.

“I-I-I-I am sorry” I stutter.

“It’s ok, its ok” he kisses my cheek and instantly he goes red “I um um, sorry” he lets go of me.

I smile at him happily “its ok” I then think back and turn sad again “I thought Danielle would take me home”

He shakes his head, still slightly red, “she knew your mummy did it, she wanted to keep you safe”

I nod and snuggle up to him, feeling safer near him.

He wraps his arms round me again “you’re not still hurting are you? I could ask Danielle if she could get you painkillers”

“I’m fine… thank you” I smile.

He nods and smiles shyly at me.

“Are you ok?” I ask, worried about him. ‘I wonder why he keeps going red’ I think.

He shifts uncomfortably and pulls at his sleeves to hide something “I’m fine”

I instantly know he’s not fine and launch myself at him and pin him down and pull his sleeves up and stare at his arms in shock.

He squirms underneath me, wincing, I’m not sure why though. “MORGAN! Let go please” he cries out and I let go instantly, my face a mask of horror.

“it’s nothing, I swear its nothing, I’m fine” he pulls his sleeves back down and gets up, “I’ll be right back, I promise “he turns to run from the room, I see the blood soaking through his shirt.

“Please… don’t leave me here alone… let me heal you” I plead.

He backs out the room and closes the door. I sit there alone, hugging my knees as I feel the darkness take over again and I pass into a dark sleep.

 

I’m fast asleep when Niklaus returns, my eyes are puffy and so are my cheeks, I must have been crying. I don’t hear him walk over he lies next to me, cuddling me.

                As my nightmare becomes worse, I scream and cry more. In my dream, my mum is whipping me to fight harder, the dog is back. Its tearing me apart. I scream and scream for help and no one comes, my tears flood down my cheeks more.

                He shakes me to wake up, his face horrified. His soothing voice brings me back to the real world, “Morgan wake up, wake up, it’s only a dream”

                I wake up trembling and cling to him, the tears still flowing.

                “It’s ok, I’m here, no one is going to hurt you”

                I shake my head, “she got in my dream. My back hurts”

                His face looks horrified again, “can I? um can i have a look?” he stuttered.

                I nod and turn round and lift up my top, I cringe as soon as the cold air hits them. He traces the 4 new claw marks that travel from my neck to the base of my spine, I wince as he does and he looks sickened by this… but I’m used to it, “is there any way to stop this?”

                “I don’t know” I say sadly.

He takes some strange bottle out of his pocket and pours it on my back and rubs it in, I wince then relax as I feel myself healing and I lie back into him. “Thank you nikkie”

                He smiles and hugs me tightly, “don’t thank me”

                “You’re he reason I’m still alive”

                “No, Danielle is” he snuggles into me

                I shake my head “the thought of you coming round to play, kept me fighting, you my best friend Nikkie!”

                “Then I guess I need to thank you, because it’s you that kept me going, so I guess we equal” he smiles at me brightly. I smile and giggle back he always sounds so posh.

                He rests his forehead against mine and looks into my eyes “I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, I give you my word, while you stay here, you’ll be safe”

                I hug him tightly , tears of joy in my eyes, “you sound like my granddaddy Thor” I say proudly.

His mouth drops open “that’s so COOL!! MY BEST FRIEND IS ROYALTY!” He jumps up and tackles me onto the bed. He tickles me causing me to giggle loudly and squeal in happiness “I can’t believe you’re a goddess”

                I scramble away from his wiggling fingers “I am… though I haven’t got my powers yet”

                “I wonder what you’ll get… what do you want?”

                “Electricity” I say and smile at him proudly and happy, “like Odin, mummy got Thor strength and I don’t wanna be like her”

                “No electric shocking me when you get your powers” he looks at me scared.

                I giggle, “maaaaayyybbbeee a mild shock” I wink at him.

                He rolls his eyes then looks sad “I won’t get any powers now”  he says quietly, looking down at the floor as he says it.

                “Why not? Your daddy is Satan”

                “Because of me being a hybrid, granddad said that it means that the power of my bloodline is cut off so I won’t get any now” he says sadly.

                I look at him shocked “you’re a…. what?”

                “I’m sorry, daddy said not to tell” he hugs his knees to his chest sadly, “I got attacked by this pack of wolves a few months ago and and” he starts to shake, I look at him worriedly “turns out they were hybrids, wolf and vampire and because I was bitten…. I turned into one”

                I pounce on him and hug him tightly, burying my face in his chest. He smells nice, he always smells nice, “mean wolfs”

                “yeah” he says still shaking “I don’t wanna talk about it anymore, I got training with granddad in a bit…” I look at him sadly, I don’t want him to go. “but we could play after? I could show you my room if you want?”

                I just nod and keep hugging him. I don’t want him to go. I want him to stay here with me. He squeezes me tightly before he gets off the bed to leave. I look at him sadly “bye nikkie”.

                He smiles at me “see ya later princess Morgan” he bows to me grinning, then runs off giggling”

“bye bye my prince Nikkie” i giggle and look under the bed and pull my rucksack out and pull my book out.

I open the first page and throw the book across the other side of the room in fear. I sit there hugging my knees, staring in shock at the book. Black smoke starts to pour out of the book and slowly take form as my mother. “YOU WICKED CHILD!! WHY DIDN’T YOU DIE?!?! WHY DID YOU RUN?!?!? I WILL TAKE YOU BACK AND MAKE YOUR LIFE WORSE, MORGANA!!!”

I sit there sobbing, my whole body trembling with fear. When the book is slammed shut again and the figure disappears. I crawl timidly to the book and on the cover of my favourite book, in red writing was….