Coven Of Three

Ch.5

"Sticky Situation"

"So let me get this straight. Both of you came from halfway around the world to find me because of some stupid myth?" Marly was not having fun - the two strangers were either delusional or terribly, unforgivably gullible.

"It's hardly a myth, madam. It's the truth! How would you explain Monsieur Faxon's affinity towards rocks and the earth as well as mine towards the weather? And you, mademoiselle, have you not noticed how fire seems to capture your attention?" She knew she had always been a pyro but she was not about to admit it to these complete, and rather creepy, strangers.

"Just because you like to take long walks in the rain; he likes to play in the dirt and I like to set things on fire does *not* make us witches!"

"But it doesn't mean we're not." It was the first time Conley had spoken in a long time and both Niall and Marly turned to look at him. "I know this is a lot to swallow. At first I didn't believe 'im either. But you have to admit, there is a lot of truth in what 'e says. Besides how else would you explain our last names - Earthshaker, Windtalker, Firewalke-"

"My last name is Hawkins." Marly said waspishly and rather louder then she had intended. She really didn't like being told what to think.

"Ah. . . but madam, you were adopted - Hawkins is the last name of your adoptive parents." Niall countered as Marly felt her skin pale.

"How did you know that?" She asked warily.

"Like I have already mentioned, I have been researching our respective families for quiet some time. It took longer than I had anticipated to locate you and your brother seeing as most of your records have disappeared." He was about to continue when Marly cut in.

"He said you made him sign something, that you had his signature - what was he talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"My brother, Owen. What did you make him sign?" the two exchanged glances, alarm on Niall's part and mildly worried on Conley's.

"Not us, madam, what exactly did he say? He might be in very grave danger." Marly looked at them strangely but answered the question.

"He said he couldn't stay long because someone was looking for him and they had his signature." Again, looks were exchanged. "What?!" She asked, exasperated.

"Mademoiselle, do you not know where he is?"

'"No, I don't, he said he'd be back but that was a couple days ago - STOP THAT!" both men jumped when Marly yelled and she flushed slightly. She really had a temper. "He said he'd come back to my apartment, maybe he's there already." She started to get up but she was interrupted by a forcefully "NO!" from the two strangers.

Quickly, Niall grabbed her arm so she wouldn't get away. Suddenly Marly's situation came back to her: Middle of the night + two strange strangers = bad. What had she gotten herself into?

"Let go of me." Now she was dangerously close to yelling for the police.

"Non, Madam, you must stay with us, its not safe out there alone." Marly was too busy yanking her arms away and looking for someone to help her to hear what he had said. Conveniently, no one was around. ^I should have listened to Owen^ she thought.

Too late she realized that she had her back turned to the large Australian, this comprehension came seconds before someone slammed something hard into the top of her head.

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Still holding the unconscious girl's hand Niall looked up to see Conley standing over her with a stick.

"Is that your answer to everything?!" He asked, exasperated. He had only known his stoic friend for a few months but he had learned that when faced with a challenge Conley's preferred method of handling it was force. Like when he had tried to coerce the girl into coming with them with his mind.

"She was making a scene." Was his only explanation. Niall sighed. He knew he wouldn't get anywhere with the big man and decided to let it drop. There would be time for argument later.

"Fine. Then since you knocked her out, Monsieur Faxon, you get to carry her back to the hotel."

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Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Owen looked up and down the street where the spell had instructed Marly to go. She wasn't anywhere in site. Owen couldn't help himself. He started cursing in every language he knew, making a colorful, vulgar picture of the street's parentage that had nothing to do with asphalt.

"You know how you said you'd do what I said, whatever it was?" ^I'm not in the mood for this^ Owen thought to himself. "Go to the police, they will be able to track her through legal channels. I'll do my best on this end but there's only so much I can do." Owen glanced at the man in surprise. He had never looked this worried or concerned before. Either they were better friends then he thought, or Max felt something more for Marly then he let on.

Owen wasn't sure how he felt about that but he would sort it out later. "Thanks, man." Was all he said.

A/n: well now that I have nothing better to do I guess I'll be updating more often, although I don't know quiet where to go from here. I have some ideas but very vague ones. Moonlitdemon: I like him too! ^_^ heres another chapter for ya! ***and the plot thickens***

Metero Paradox: *maniacal laughter* you'll have to wait and find out wont you?? *maniacal laughter continues*

Enjoy!

-Em