Sorry it took so long. My computer crashed and I lost everything. I had to start all over with my thesis. Here is the next installment. Enjoy. Anybody interested in editing please email me. Thanks.
"Conall Conall wake up."
"Yes, love. Is something wrong?"
"I just had another dream."
He sat up and propped up a couple of pillows then pulled me back against his chest.
"I am listening."
"I didn't ask before, but what does liath mean?"
"It means grey. Why?"
"That's what the witches called Vincent, the liath. He is a large grey wolf. I saw what happened to cause him not to be able to change. He was obsessed with Naal to the point that he killed her husband and tried to kill her child. Her mother put some type of protection spell around their house so he couldn't enter so he had the others to do it. This time I was in a cave and used magic to escape. I saw her, I was her, running through the woods. I called out to other witches, but before they could reach me/her he had killed her. It was really weird though because in the beginning I was Naal then once we got to the point of the first dream I became me again. I watched him rip her apart then I saw the witches curse him. He is to spend eternity able to feel the wolf, but never to transform. Then the lead witch spoke to me! She called me daughter of Naal and said that I was the key to his release and that I had to learn my blood to stop him."
"A person in your dream actually spoke to you?"
"Yeah. So I guess your theory about me being a dormant witch must be right."
"It is more right than either of us realize. My love you are a what we call a taibreamh draiodoir mna, or dream witch. Your line must have been very powerful."
"Not powerful enough cause they're all dead."
"You said she told you that you had to learn your blood to stop him."
"Yes."
"So I guess that it is a good thing that the elders are researching your family tree."
"I guess so."
"Natalie I don't want you going back to work until we have this all worked out. I don't trust Crandle and if this all pans out to be true then he is after you to break the curse. There's no telling what he would do to you."
"How's this for a compromise. I will talk to Mr. Benton and see if I can work from home. I have video conferencing on my computer. I could send a messenger to get my files. If he says no then I'll take a leave."
"I never thought you would agree to it."
"Well I only part way agreed."
"You didn't throw a fit though. "
"I'm still too tired from earlier and I have this whole dormant witch thing going around in my mind."
"Note to self: keep mate too tired to win arguments."
"Ha Ha. I have to admit that all this has me a little afraid. Too much to soon. Could all this be related, you know me meeting you, Crandle and the buyout, the dreams or memories? Hey do you think he orchestrated the buy out? From what I saw in that dream he's really fucked up in the head."
"If he did orchestrate the buy out then the Tierney Alpha is in on it with him and I don't think he is. It's more likely that he somehow managed to get Elliot to send him to America to head it up though."
"That's creepy. So he's been looking for me or something? That's just weird."
"I want to do something."
"Ummmmmmmmm."
"Not that. At least not right now. I want to try to go through your mind again. Maybe if your aware the shield won't be up or not as strong. Hopefully it will give some clues into your life. Maybe a hint about your powers, your mother anything that can help."
"If you think it will help I guess so. It won't hurt will it?"
"No. I will put you in a semi conscious state so you will be able to hear me and hopefully the shield won't be as strong. I'll just watch your memories like a movie as they come. I'll be in your subconscious mind and may have to guide you a little."
"Werewolf hypnosis."
"Something like that, but a human can't see your thoughts. I will be able to and if I'm lucky you'll respond enough to allow me to guide you a little."
"Okay, let's do it."
"Okay love close your eyes and doze for me."
This feels kind of weird to me. I can feel Conall in my head guiding me backwards. It's like he's rewinding a movie. I can see everything that has happened over the last three days. Is he talking to me?
"Let me see you in college love."
Wow look at that ridiculous hairdo. Not a good look I can't believe we dressed like that. Wait until I remind Ronnie about that ugly purple velor jumpsuit she thought was so sexy. Ewwww. I can see all the time I spent studying while Ronnie was partying. She had fun in college. I wasn't there for fun, I had work to do. I had to make good grades. I get to a memory of Ronnie introducing me to that loser Derrick. What a sorry ass he was. We never even made it to the first date. Jack ass!
"Show me what high school was like for you Natalie?"
High school. I hated high school. I don't want to remember high school. My mom died when I had just started. There's our old house. We used to have a great time there, just me and her. She was so cool. She used to always seem to know when I was coming or when the phone would ring. We did the craziest stuff late at night. She would want to go swimming late at night or wake up and eat oat meal cookies and coke at 2 in the morning. Then one day she was gone. I flash to that day. I am walking to the house and I see a strange woman standing on the porch and a cop car parked at the curb. She meets me at the walkway and tells me that I have to go with her. She wouldn't even let me go in the house to get my stuff. She tells me there was an accident and that I my mom was hurt really bad, that she didn't make it and that I would be going into foster care. I hated her and the police officer. I just stared straight ahead and never said another word to her. I stopped listening and I replayed memories from my favorite times with my mother.
I changed schools then and went to my first foster home. It was a middle aged couple with two other foster kids, a little girl and a boy about my age. It wasn't so bad in the beginning. I still only spoke when necessary. Then there is darkness like somebody turned out the lights. I can feel Conall pushing a little harder and speaking to me.
"Love I need you to relax and let me go further. I am here and will help you no matter what we find."
I feel my heart rate pick and I get that cold clammy feeling you get when you're really afraid, but I relax so he can push forward. I see my old crappy room. I'm laying on my bed and Frank, the other foster kid, came in. He is asking me a question. What is he saying? I try to focus on his voice.
"Did they tell you what happened to your mom? They said it was bloody in the house and that's why you couldn't go in. They said she was ripped up like something from a horror film. She was in pieces."
I'm watching this exchange and I can remember it. I can remember him saying this stuff to me. He said they believed it was the work of a serial killer because she was the ninth woman they found hacked up like that, but they couldn't figure out a murder weapon. He said that the guy was traveling the US hacking women to pieces and nobody knew who he was and that he was going to come and get me too. That's when I looked at him and I threw him across the room into a wall. He slumped to the floor unconscious. I was so scared that I grabbed my jacket and ran. I slept on a park bench for a couple of days and then the police found me and they took me back to my foster parents. I wouldn't stay there though I just kept running. I remember being in four different homes now. I thought it was only two, but it was four. I saw myself using my powers a few times. I moved things and I could throw people around. I saw myself start a fire in a trash can, I'm a fire starte. I got really mad once with a girl in school and hit her with some kind of force from my hands. She feel to the floor and cracked her head wide open. Blood was everywhere. They came and took her to the hospital and when they asked me what happened I lied. She couldn't remember what happened, but she never was mean to me again. I guess that was why I didn't know I was a witch. I just buried it deep like everything else and never thought about it again.
11th grade was the beginning of a turn around for me. I was in the last foster home. A woman name Miranda Blake. She was tough. She told me she wouldn't tolerate my crap and that she knew I had had a tough break, but that was no excuse for messing up my future. She told me she expected me to apply myself and get good grades and she wouldn't except anything less. She was strong and capable. She was a successful woman with her own house and car. Nobody controlled her and I liked that. Her life was her own. I remember now how I decided that she was everything I wanted to be. That's when the Natalie of today was born. I gained an overwhelming need to be in control. I didn't ever want to be dependant on anybody.
"Natalie wake up."
"Wow that was kinda intense," I said.
"It helped to explain some things. We can talk about it tomorrow though. Right now I want to hold my mate and sleep."
"We can talk about it now."
"No I want to think some more about everything I saw and also give you sometime to process it. You remembered some really harsh stuff. Let's just relax and go over it tomorrow."
"Conall I appreciate that you want to help me, but we don't have to wait until tomorrow. Honestly, I am okay. We can talk now."
"I am not trying to protect you if that is what you are thinking. I really need to think about what I saw. Your memories raised some questions for me."
"Like....?"
"You won't let this go will you?"