Morgan was adopted by the Stackhouse family when she was a baby
The Stackhouse siblings treating her as one of their own
But things change
Most for the better
Some for the worst
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Morgan's eyes slowly opened, quickly adjusting to the dim light of the room and instantly recognizing the ceiling of the master bedroom in the house. She let out a low groan as she slowly pushed herself up, eyebrows furrowing slightly as she felt no pain,
"You scared the shit out of me, darlin" Alcide spoke up
She looked to her left, seeing Alcide sitting there in one of the armchairs, turning her gaze to the right, spitting Eric leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, watching her.
". . The others" realization hitting her "my father, is he okay? And his guard?"
"They're fine, Älskling" Eric said, gaining her attention "they're here, but first things first, you need feed"
"That spell did a number on you" Alcide added, moving his shirt to the side
He got up from the chair, taking a few steps to the bed, sitting down next to her, Morgan's eyes instantly landing on his sun kissed skin. She took what was offered, leaning him closer and gently piercing his skin with her fangs, her eyelids fluttering at the taste of his blood. Alcide let out a low grunt, not of pain, but of pleasure, having grown to enjoy being bitten by his mate. Morgan only took what she needed, removing her fangs, a gasp emitting from her when she was suddenly lifted from the bed and positioned over Eric's lap, his own skin exposed to her. Her fangs pierced his skin as well, Eric's arms tightening around her as he let her feed. When she was brought in by Alcide, his anger had spiked and nearly threw Lex off of him had it not been for the silver, Morgan had been unconscious and he had felt her agonizing pain.
When he heard her scream, he briefly thought it was because she felt his own pain caused by the chains, but then remembered her bloodline and the night prior. She cast the spell to protect the ones she loved, but she didn't think to cast one for herself, hoping the shields around her property and home would be enough, but she was wrong. Morgan's eyes snapped open when new scents filled her nose, slowly removing her fangs frim Eric's neck as she turned her attention toward the bedroom door.
". . You have company, Älskling" Eric informed
"You need to feed" she said, turning her attention back to him
"Later" he assured, cleaning the blood from her lips "I swear to you"
She gave him a small nod, reluctantly getting up from his lap and looking down at herself, seeing that she had been changed out of her day clothes, most likely when she was unconscious. Morgan walked to the closet, removing Alcide's flannel from her body and letting it fall to the floor, quickly getting dressed before both of her mates decided to get handsy. Morgan draped her shawl over her arms, checking her eye makeup in the mirror and slightly adjusting her white hair, letting out a slow breath through her lips. She looked at her mates, who were standing by the bedroom door, giving them a small nod, walking over to the entrance of the master bedroom and opening the door. The three of them walked out, Eric walking down the stairs first, then Alcide, Morgan taking up the rear, her hand sliding down the wood railing as she grew closer to the new scents.
Her heels tapped against the flooring as she made her way over to the living area where the scents were the strongest, coming to a stop at the entrance. Six new figures sat on the sofas, their heads simultaneously turning toward her, two of them quickly getting to their feet as they looked at her. Two of the guests were male, the other four being female, along with a black cat and a white and black spotted snake. One of the males had long hair that was tied back into a bun, facial hair on his face with dark colored eyes, she couldn't tell his height since he was still sitting. The other male had short and dark hair with light brown eyes, standing an inch or two shorter than Eric. The first female was of japanese descent, black hair that flowed down to her elbows and green eyes, very little makeup on her face, wearing a simple black halter dress with a light gray shawl around her own arms.
The second female had skin lightly kissed by the sun, lighter green eyes eyes and brown hair, wearing a black turtle neck, dark jeans and boots. The third woman was of African American descent, long black hair and dark eyes, wearing a black, over sized shirt with the shoulders cut out, a pair of blue jeans and boots. The fourth woman had dark colored eyes as well, brown hair and wearing a black wife beater and gray jeans, all of them looking at her.
"That stupid fucking bitch" the woman with the shawl muttered, looking at Morgan "that pain she put you through . . You're just a baby"
When they looked at Morgan, they could easily see that she was in her early twenties, but they could feel her power coming off of her like waves. Strong magic resided within her, centering around her heart. Her hair was pure white and her skin was pale, wearing a black crop top and long skirt, black shawl draped over her arms and three necklaces around her neck -- one black choker, a sunstone and a moonstone.
"Don't mind her, she's got a bit of a temper when other witches are harmed" the male said with a small smile "I'm Maddox Kade, my mates -- Wren Caligari" the African American woman standing "and Sierra Wright" the other woman standing "this is Monroe Lockhart" gesturing to the woman with the shawl "and her mates, Luke Jacobs and Priya Vonner"
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"I'm Morgan Du Locke" the woman with white hair informed "these are my mates -- Eric Northman and Alcide Herveaux"
"Vampire witch hybrids don't normally happen" Sierra commented
". . Yeah, I kinda figured that out myself" nodding slightly
"Its a good thing we got here when we did" Maddox added, looking at Morgan "Monroe and I strengthened your shields. Now, spells from the witch will not affect anyone on the property"
"How are you feeling?" Monroe asked, concerned for the young witch
". . No pain" Morgan replied, honesty in her voice "thank you . . for your help"
"You don't have to thank us" a warm smile forming on her lips "it's not every day we get a call from a young one, or that some old biddy is stirring up trouble again"
"You know about her?" her eyebrows furrowing slightly
"I sensed a shift in the divide" Maddox informed "an old witch with a strong power. But evidently, not stronger than you. My natural gift is Sight. I can . . see things most witches can't -- energies, power, glimpses of the future, even. The spell she cast was strong, but your power is stronger, it's what kept you alive during it that spell"
