Sealed

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Flan looked up at her and saw Aithne glowing back at him in Quinn's eyes. It was her words that Flan heard when she soothed his joyous soul.

"I knew you did not die that night, somehow in my heart I knew. That is why I took no other man. That is why I clung to my love for you." Flan could see her presence in Quinn's eyes. "My love...."

Flan wrapped his arms around her and rolled over on his back, their bodies still as one. He pulled her close and kissed his lover's mouth. Her hips ground tight against him, he moaned in her mouth and gathered her hair in his hand. "My Aithne, I feel your passion, your fierceness once again, I am yours again to fuck as you did back in our human form."

Flan pulled her hair back sharply and saw the renewed passion of Aithne in her eyes. She pulled her knees up and straddled Flan's cock and ground her hips harder against him. Flan pulled her hair back causing her to arch her back even further back. His lovers tits jutted towards the sky, Her freshly tattooed body radiated in the sunlight. Aithne threw her arms back and grabbed Flann's legs to give herself more leverage. She undulated her hips and Flan watched her pussy glide over his cock.

Flan let go of her hair and brought both hands up to her face. He touched it lightly before gliding his hands slowly down her body. He lightly encircling her breast, before moving slowly down her belly over her tree of life tattoo. Flan slid his hands over her hip bones and softly traced them with his thumbs, from the bottom over their crest and back around to her ass. "My sweet, wife, my lover, your body feels like heaven on earth, I have missed you."

Quinn looked down at him, but it was Meara in her eyes. Flan's passion ignighted and he grabbed her ass, letting his finger press deep into her flesh. Through gritted teeth in a commanding voice, he spoke. "Fuck me like the warrior Queen that you are. Fuck me, My Meara, my Aithne, my Quinn. Fuck me, now!"

 

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Quinn arched her back, her breasts on display for him. Her dark hair fell around her like a mystic veil. Her eyes lingered on his. She raked her nails down his chest. She fucked him hard, her hips grinding, rocking.

"You are my love, my heart..." She lowered her lashes for a moment and guided his hand to her clit. His large fingers teasing her as she impaled herself on his cock.

She shivered and cried out. Climaxing on his cock, flooding him with her arousal.

"Yes, my love.... don't stop."

 

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Quinn guided their hands towards her clit, she started to pull hers away, but Flan stopped her. "Help me, my love. I love it when your hand is with mine." She spread her lips open for him with her index and middle finger. With his hand on top of hers, Flan made small circles around Quinn's clit. Flan watched her face change as the intense stimulation grew.

Flan reached out and grabbed her other hand an placed it on his chest. He looked up at her and pleaded with his eyes. She pinched his nipple hard. Flan's hips thrust forward and lifted her up in the air. "I love it when you pinched my nipples, my love."

The crowd around the couple were engaged in an out right orgy. The other vampires present were having sex and exchanging blood. The sun shone brightly on the crowd, many of the day walkers were just sitting in a circle watching the crowd enjoying the sun. It was a blessed site to behold.

 

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Quinn found her pleasure. She writhed on his cock like an ancient goddess, sharing her love and her fertility with all. It was surreal. The crowd cheered again as she slumped against Flan's chest,breathless and quivering.

"How does the sun feel on your skin, my love?" She whispered against his ear. The warmth felt amazing on her skin, she felt radiated through.

"You were worth the wait." She sighed, kissing his shoulders and his chest.

 

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"How does the sun feel on your skin, my love?" She whispered against his ear. The warmth felt amazing on her skin, she felt radiated through.

Quinn's breathy question, so close to Flan's ear was intoxicating. "A Grá (my love), The sun's warmth pales in comparison to your heat!" He moaned and pushed tight against her. Flan felt his orgasm building, a powerful contraction came from deep within his body. Flan threw his head back and cried out so loud that all the music and lovemaking around them came to a stop. All eyes focused on them.

Something was different with this orgasm! Flan's groin felt alive, fertile, like life could once again spring forth from his loins. Flan emptied his seed deep within Quinn's womb with such power that Flan had never experienced. He collapsed back in a post orgasmic daze. "Thabharfainn fuil mo chroí duit!(I`d give you the blood of my heart) Take more blood, my love. The blood closest to my heart is yours."

"You were worth the wait." She sighed, kissing his shoulders and his chest.

As Flan felt her fangs sink into his chest, his eyes fluttered back and he was taken back to a memory of their last night together as mortals. ...

Aithne's body was pressed back against Flan's chest. Having just finished making love, her skin was warm and glowing. It had been a warm night so they were laying naked above the layers of furs. Aithne's body glowed in the bright moonlight and the soft flickering of the lamps. Flan was softly caressing her body.

"A Grá, Is saol breá é! (My love, 'It's a beautiful life!)" Flan kissed the back of her neck, gently slid his hand over Aithne's breast. Her chest had become fuller in the recent days. Flan was picturing laying behind her watching his child suckle at her breast.

Flan kissed her shoulder and his hand moved down to her belly. A small round bulge had recently appeared. Knowing his child was growing within Aithne was such a joyous feeling the Flan was moved to tears. He kissed her shoulder as tears streamed down his face. "Morgan, her name is Morgan" Flan had suddenly blurted out and he smiled down at Aithne's glowing face.

The vision faded as Quinn, let go of his chest and was screaming out with a powerful orgasm. Cheers erupted from the crowd and the dancing and love making began again.

 

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Quinn clung to him shivering. The emotions and the pleasure were so intense that her body, mind and soul were overpowered. She hid her face against her strong warrior. She trusted him with her whole self. She always had. She thought it was strange that she felt Aithne and Meara, Morgan did not seem to be with her. Her spirit was separate from her. She mused that it must be because Morgan had died a child and this was such an intense and erotic experience.

"I vow I will be with you always." She whispered as she sealed the wounds on her chest as he had done hers. SHe placed her hand on his flame marking. She closed her eyes and words came to her, a song long forgotten. A love song, a pledge between two lovers.

He knew it well. A simple melody that she sung as angelicly soft. The gathering grew quiet, the orgy melting into caresses and loving embraces.

"Mon anam cara" She whispered as the song came to a close.

 

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"Gráim thú (I love you)!" Flan held her for a moment, feeling her heart beat against his. The warmth of her body and the warmth of the sun comforted him. "I think it is time to get out of here. Gretchen will bring us some clothes to put on. How would you like to return to your girlhood home. I bought McKenna Manor for you and your uncles have been removed from the premises and sent overseas?"

Flan kisses her lips and waited for her answer.

 

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Gretchen handed them both silken robes to put on. Quinn's a brilliant white satin that made her look every bit the bride. The crowds cheered as she put her arms around his neck and they were gone.

She closed her eyes as in a matter of moments he took her home. It was so different to travel this way by daylight. She kissed his throat as he took her to McKenna Manor. Even as her feet touched the stone path she could feel the difference there. THe evil was gone, so was the heartache.

She led Flan into her home. "There is a bedroom in the tower. I always wanted it when I was a little girl. My uncles said no, because "They" could get to the tower easily." She said with a laugh as she led him up the stairs with a grin.

 

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"I must confess that I knew that was where to put our bedroom, because I stood outside your window reading your thoughts were you were little. I had the staff prepare our wedding bed."

Flan followed his lovely bride up the stairs that were lit by small candles and red rose peddles were scattered on the stairs. At the top of the stairs on a big thick wooden door a heart-shaped wreath of red and white roses hung on the door. He opened the door, swooped Quinn off her feet, and carried her to the extra large bed covered in red, white, pink, and yellow rose peddles.

Flan pulled Quinn in close and kissed her tenderly. "We are HOME, my love! Our souls are one. I want to lay with your body entwined with mine and never leave. The world will go without us, my love. We need only loose ourselves in each other's arms and come back out in a few hundred years."

Flan kissed his bride and smoothed her hair behind her ears. He stepped back slightly an untied her robe, which fell open revealing her tree of life tattoo. Flan dropped to his knees in front of Quinn and kissed her belly. "Did you feel it too, my love? A feeling that life may come from these bodies?" He buried his face in her sex and kissed her deeply.

 

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Quinn made her way back to the bed. Her legs spread as her love dipped his tongue inside of her. her body quivered as he pressed his face against her sex.

"yes, I feel it to my love. i feel it too." His hands traveled up and held her breasts, squeasing them as he made her cum. SHe shivered and writhed beneath him.

The fragrance of the petals and her sex filled the room. It was a heady combination, a sensory flood.

Quinn arched her backside off of the bed, pushing, wanting more.

 

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Flan kissed his way up her body, stopping only slightly to admire Quinn's new tattoos and he lovely breast. He kissed her neck, letting his fans lightly scrape her skin. His tongue slid along her jawline and to her lips.

Quinn's pussy was very wet, Flan slipped deep inside her with one stroke. His hungry mouth sought out her tongue and he pierced her tongue slightly with his fang. His lips covered her small wound and sucked her blood in rhythm to his pumping of his cock.

"Mmmmmmmmm" He love the little sighs she makes when she is excited. Flan was picking up the pace, making her whimper even more.

 

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Quinn found herself falling into a trance like state, her body on a new plane of pleasure, the blood coursing from her to Flan.

She could see herself riding behind Flan on the highlands outside of this very castle. She clung to his back. Her blade laid beside his across the backside of the horse. "Meara" She mused. It was night and she clung to him in the cold. He was cold to the touch, unlike now. His body was so hot now, his cock pushed more heat into her with every thrust.

Meara had stayed his lover for her lifetime. She was a warrior and she had tied by the sword. But the night before she had been in Flan's arms. And Flan had been there to say goodbye as they had laid her on the pyre at night.

Quinn cried as she thought of how much FLan had loved her. He had loved her across thousands of years. That was a magic all of its own.

 

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The lives of the women he had loved flashed before his eyes. He felt them all together but one, his sweet little Morgan was missing. He remembered their playtime in the garden and down by the boat house, such a sweet love was hers innocent and true.

The night he found her floating in the water, his heart was broken. He killed two McKenna men that night in front of the whole clan. He snapped their bodies in half like twigs. He could smell Morgan's death on their hands! In a loud voice that made them all cover their ears. he had threatened do wipe every last McKenna male off the planet if they ever harmed another McKenna female again.

Flan was brought back out of his trance by the loud moaning of Quinn. He felt another orgasm growing in his loins. He looked into her eyes and saw his other lovers looking back, but where was his girl's soul.

Flan cried out her name when his first wave occurred. "Morgan, sweet baby!" He looked down at Quinn with a puzzled look on his face. "Where is her soul, my loves. The white peddles were for her innocence. I am sorry. I am happy to have you back in my arms, but I cannot understand where she is."

Flan collapsed on the bed, pulling Quinn on top of his body. He soothed her head with kisses. "Grá mo Chroí (Love of my heart)! I want to lay with you like this and watch the sunset. I want to fall asleep at night in your arms."

 

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Quinn fell asleep. The bed seemed to almost swallow her tired body. She felt herself melting into her dreams.

She was sitting on a hillside crying. Mourning, little Morgan. Her heart ached for the little girl.

Then she saw her. Morgan came to sit beside her.

"Quinn don't cry. There is a reason I am not with you. I will be soon. I am going to be the new life inside of you. Do not mourn me, for I will be loved by you both forever and always." She nested against Quinn and kissed her cheek. Then she was gone.

Quinn awoke with a start, a golden warmth, a quivering like a butterfly against her skin, came from her womb.

 

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Flan slipped out of bed and walked over to the balcony over looking the lake, something was calling him to the window. He was chasing away memories of finding Morgan floating in the water, when suddenly he saw something moving down by the boat house. It was not human, but not vamperic! He could not smell anything or hear movement. He strained to see the light airy figure of a little girl, skipping around the dock. It couldn't be!

Flan flew down to the boathouse in an instant, landing beside the little girl. He tried to hug her, but his arms went through her. Morgan's ghostly apparition smiled up at him. "My love" she whispered. Flan was moved to tears. "Where have you been, my sweet angel? Why did you not join with Quinn?" Morgan reached up to touch Flan's tear, her touch left a cool sensation of his face. "Don't cry, I will be with you soon." She disappeared with a sweet little giggle and a single white rose peddle floated down at Flan's feet. He bent down to pick up the peddle and held it tenderly in his hand. Flan puzzled at what she meant, but wanted to get back to his bride.

Flying back to the balcony, Flann slipped back into bed. He laid on his side and watched Quinn sleep. She was curled up on her side in the fetal position, hands tucked under her chin. She looked like an angel! He would tell her of his exchange in the morning. His heart warmed at the sight. He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder before drifting off to dreamless sleep. It would be the first night since he was turned into a vampire that he had not dreamed about his lost love. She was in his arms and their was no need to imagine having her near.

Flan woke early in the predawn hours the rose peddle still in his grip. He became aware that Quinn was not in his arms, she was near, but something was different! He stood up and walked up behind his wife. He could not quite isolate what, but she had a different look to her. She stood their watching the sun beginning to come up over the horizon. Flan put his arms on her shoulder and then slipped up close behind her. Flan kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. His hands came to rest on her belly, he felt Morgan. "Quinn, you're with child. It's Morgan!" He held her closer and kissed her check.

Flan handed her the rose peddle and told her of his encounter with Morgan down by the dock. They held each other, without saying another word and watched Flan's first sunrise in 2312 years. As the sun came over horizon, Flan turned Quinn around and looked into her eyes. The rays illuminated the fiery specks of gold hidden deep in her eyes. Flan lightly stroked Quinn's face. "Bòidheach màthair! (Beautiful mother) and then he leaned down and kissed her lips.

 

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Quinn leant in against him. Morgan had visited her in her dreams, so she knew. But she was overjoyed that Flan was so pleased.

"I know you had to leave your child with Aithne, but we will be together always." She whispered against his chest.

Quinn laid her head against him. She felt so safe with Flan, the heartaches of the past melted away. He gave her her childhood home, but all of the gloom and doom of the past was gone. Their resources were limitless and so was there time together. Had any couple ever had such hope laid out before them?

 

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Flan wrapped his arms around his wife and lifted her into the air, their bodies pressed together tightly, and he kissed her lips. "I knew you would keep her safe. Our little Enid must have been a lovely child! Her children were lovely and some looked just like you. I followed them closely and protected their clan.

Flan was basking in this moment. The road had been long, but he had always known that they would be back in each others arms. His early years as a vampire, that had been spent away from Aithne and his daughter, Enid, had been difficult. Neteru hand known that seeing either of the gown old and die would have been too hard on his your immortal soul. She had been wise in keeping Flan from them, but he had hated her for it hundreds of years later. It had been the reason they had parted company.

"Quinn, I have never loved anyone else, but you. I would have waited until the end of time to find your soul again."

 

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"Darling, the world is before us. Where do you want to go? What places do you want to see in the light of day?"

Quinn smiled, she thought of all of his travels being in the dark for over 2,000. She knew now that they could walk in the light of day, walk with humans undetected.

But that wasn't true of all vampires. Only those at the ritual were freed from the blood thirst, were freed from hiding from the sun. Enemies of Flan and Neteru had been excluded. One such enemy was Henri Boulanger. Henri had been the leader of a band of vampiric assisins that had conspired with humans. They had traded riches for murder. They had attempted to murder Neteru and Flan seperately over five hundred years ago. Boulanger had been an aristocrat, brought into the Dark Gift against his will and he had never let go of his anger and bitterness.

It had not taken long for him to hear of the completion of the ritual. It was Flannagan De Iverness. His sworn enemy! And he had found his love. He felt the black boiling anger rising inside of him. This would not go unpunished. This gift should have been his as well. There had to be another ritual, another piece of magic old enough to break the curse of the bloodlust. In his mind, he was sure it was the girl that was the key.

 

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"Darling, the world is before us. Where do you want to go? What places do you want to see in the light of day?"

Flan soothed Quinn's cheek with his back of his hand and stare lovingly into her eyes. "Anywhere with you, my lover. I want love to see the world with you by my side." As he sat in the warm glow of the morning sun, he pulled her down onto his lap.

"Quinn, let's start out spending a few weeks here. I want to see how the McKenna women are coming with their mastery of the old ways. Once they are trained again in the ancient magic, they shall be a powerful Allies against any who dare challenge us, they shall aid us in raising Morgan in the old arts. Morgan will be their Queen and restore the power of our people.

We can travel Europe by train, like mere mortals after we rested here. Quinn, I can not wait to see the major cities in the light of the day. I want to sit and watch children playing in the park and watch lovers walking hand in hand down the street. I want to shop in a crowded mall amongst humans and not see them as a food source. In the light of day we will have no fear of our enemies."

Flan pulled Quinn in tighter and rested his head on her bosom. "I will arrange secure places to stay in each city, later today. We can travel and see the sights during the day and stay in our room making sweet love all night long."

Flan listened to Quinn's heart beating, as he rested his head on her chest. He could hear something else too. Morgan's soul had already made it's home in the tiny fetus, she was singing in their native tongue.

As Flan listened to her song, he slipped into a vision. He was down at the pond again with Morgan on the dock, but the water was clearer and he could see the all the way down to where the spring feed it from the earth. Around the pool large stones with glyphs, framed the edges. The hill side was gone and a large temple was visible.

Morgan giggled from behind him and hugged him tightly. "Athair (Father), I have missed you. You see the temple that they built for me even before your time, athair. It is there, and we must have it ready for my 18th birthday." She planted a gentle sweet kiss on Flan's cheek and then she was gone.

Quinn was looking down with a blood tear in her eye, she had seen his vision too. Flan kissed Quinn and lifted her so she was straddling his lap on her knees. He untied her silk robe and pushed it off her shoulders. She was too beautiful for words in the morning light. Flan kissed her breast and pulled her hips close to his body. "Mo anam cara, gráim thú!" (My soul mate, I love you.)

 

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break over

 

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Quinn told Flan all of the places she had dreampt of visiting. She had longed to go to Paris and to the cities of Italy. She wanted to visit London. She envisioned a life long honeymoon for them.

She walked down the stairs to get some of her travel books from the library. It was strange to be in McKenna Manor. She still felt the repressive presence of her uncles. She smirked as she thought of that. They weren't all literally her uncles but they were all her kinsman. She fingered the books on the shelves. Rows and rows of books that had been her friends and her family as she had grown up in McKenna manor alone.

She found herself filled with sadness. She could picture herself as a little girl, locked in her room for hours at a time with just her books. All the while her uncles were trying to conjure the darkest of magic to break their sealed contract with Flan. She laid down on the couch with her travel book.

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Henri interrogated one of his assasins. Vladimir had heard that Flan completed the ritual. He recounted the orgasmic ritual and the lack of blood lust in the vampires present. That they had risked their lives standing in the sun to get free of the blood lust and the fear of the sun.

Henri was irate. So many years ago, he had been snatched by the lovesick Charis. She had been made hundreds of years before when dark spirits had entered the stab wounds her lover had sank into her chest. She was love crazed and blood hungry. She wanted a man to keep with her. She kept creating lovers that would live forever, but as soon as they could get free of her jealousy, they would leave her. Henri was just like that.

Henri had been smitten with his love. A young aristocrat stealing kisses from his intended. He had staggered home after too many kisses and too much wine. Only to be kidnapped and made into a blood drinker. Charis had kept him chained inside her lair, bringing screaming and trembling victims for him to feed off of. His taste ran to lovely young women. He loved to see the humanness in their eyes, their fear and their tears were real. The reality in their faces was a sweet contrast to the false, cloying love that Charis pretended to have for him. After she stole too many young women from the countryside, they had to move. It was then that he got his chance to escape. It took several years for him to track her down and destroy her.

But he had built his wealth exterminating others for profit. It was no different when he killed Charis. He had kept some of the trinkets of his victims that Charis had brought him. He took a necklace that had belonged to one of his favorites. He sent an emissary to her father, and recieved his first bounty. And thus he built his fortune.

Henri sent Vladimir to find one of the McKenna men to explain the magic of Flan's woman. If she could cure Flan of his blood lust, and protect him from the burning of the sun, than he would have it too.

 

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Flan smiled and held his bride in his arms as she told him of the places she had dreamed of going. Quinn's naked body glistened in the morning sun. He made slow passionate love to her as they laughed and talked about all the places they would go on their honeymoon. Just being inside her felt so right to Flan, like he was home again. There was no pressure of orgasms with this love making, just being close and feeling each other's body. The world around them was a sunny blur.

Flann kissed Quinn, who was excited to get downstairs and start planning their trip. He helped her off his lap and watch her get dressed enough to run down to the study. "I am going to make a few phone calls and get to work on the excavation of the main temple, my precious angel. When you get your itinerary done, let me call and set up safe houses for us in those cities." Quinn kissed him and went bouncing down the stairs.
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Flan got his cell phone off the bedside table and called Mark McCoy at the University of Edinburgh Archaeology Department. "Mark, It is Flan. ... Yeah out in the light of day. Well, I decided it was about time to start seeing some of the world in the light of day." Flan let out a hardy laugh as Mark chatted on the other side of the small device.

"Vampire, buddy you have seen too many horror flicks. Well, I had to come out in the light of day, I got married. ... Quinn McKenna. ... Yes that family, they were old friend of the family going back before Christ. ... Why thank you, we would love to join you and Maggie for dinner as soon as we are back from our honeymoon. By the way, we are expecting, just found out a few days ago. ... Yeah that is fast, must have been all the wedding night bliss."

"Mark, the real reason I called, is because I think I found a Pictish temple with a spring feed pool on the McKenna property. I want you to come right up today. Go ahead and make arrangements for excavation to begin immediately. Cancel everything else and bring the whole damned department! This is going to be big! ... Yes, as usual I will handle the expenses for the University. One more donation for my tax lawyers to fight over! ... Okay see you here in two hours."

Flan closed the small phone and sat looking at the mounds of dirt that covered the temple. He picture Morgan going through her own blood ritual at the age of 18. She was a beautiful mix of Quinn and Flan. Her smile was as electric as her mother's. The connection between Father and daughter was going stronger. He could sense her down in the library in her mother's womb. "My sweet daughter, I love you!" Flan said to Morgan with his mind's voice. "I love you, daddy." she responded.
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Flan smiled as he got dressed and headed down to the study. Gretchen was teaching a group of McKenna women how to read and speak the ancient language. They were all picking it up with amazing speed. Flan spoke to them in the Pictish tongue bidding them all a good morning. They all responded appropriately. He kissed Gretchen on the forehead. "Keep up the good work, ladies."

Flan left them and headed to the library to see how Quinn was doing and to tell her all of his news.

 

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Quinn smiled as she showed Flan the maps and the pictures of the places she wanted to go.

"Darling, can't we just stay at a hotel? Why do we need safe houses? Who is a danger to you?" Quinn did not realize that all night walkers were not at the ritual. Quinn did not think of the evil doer. She wasn't one to consider those who might plot against her. Her innocent heart had prevailed over the tragedy that had befallen her.

Her hand moved to her stomach. It felt good to feel life coursing inside of her. She flipped through the travel book.


Little did Quinn know that Henri had a mole in the financial offices of Flan. A human that needed Henri's assistance in murdering his ex wife. This mole would watch Flan's money so that Henri could track down Henri's pretty little wife. He would find a way to get a peice of her magic, even if he had to buy every practicing Pict that still lived in the world.

 

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Flan smiled as he watched her display her plans their trip. She had obviously been looking at these books and maps since she was a little girl, dreaming of a day when she could really see the lovely places in the books she read.

"Darling, can't we just stay at a hotel?

Flann could not deny Quinn's request for one night in a hotel. As long as they were together by dark they would be safe. Besides, he did not plan on leaving her side the entire time. He looked into her eyes and sighed. "One night in each city. "You choose the hotel and surprise me. Here is the number for my business office, ask for Martin. He will make the necessary arrangement." Flan leaned over and kissed Quinn.

Their moment was interrupted when one of the staff knocked on the library door and announced the arrival of a Mr. Mark McCoy. Flann stood up and helped Becky to her feet. He stood behind her and wrapped his arms around the front of her as he kissed her head and took in a deep breath. Mark entered the room with bold steps. "Flannagan De Inverness in the light of day! Glad to see you again you look great. Married life agrees with you. This must be the lovely Quinn. Congratulation on your marriage and your good news."

Mark kissed Quinn's hand and shook Flan's. "Flann tells me you found signs of an Pictish temple on the property. He should know, he has found and funded more digs for the University than anyone else. He has a real sense for where they are located. He has made my career, that's all I know."

Flan hugged Quinn, looked down at her, and then back at Mark. "He is real shy, huh? Quinn, I am going to take Mark on a walk around the pond before he burst. You can call Martin and set up your surprise nights." He spun her around and kissed her passionately. "I love you, Quinn!"

 

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As Mark and Flan walked out to the site, Quinn planned thier honeymoon. She called Martin in the business office. She gave him the dates that they would stay in hotels but she did not say anything about the safehouses. Then she asked him, "Do you know of any place in Paris where I could shop for a baby?"

Quinn was careful to not say that she was expecting, but it showed in her voice. Martin's assistant took careful notes of what was said. It would not be good for him to fail his boss.

Quinn left her planning. She walked past the McKenna women in their training. She had little to say to them. She knew that they had been helpless against the men in their family, but not a one of them had helped her. Not one of them had stayed at the Manor to keep her from being alone.

She lowered her eyes as she passed them and then she headed out into the sunshine. She could see her love as he surveyed the hill with Mark. Mark was sketching in his pad. Flan was so devastatingly handsome. Being in the sun only accented the gold in his hair. He looked so broad and strong in the wide open space.

Quinn placed her hand on her stomach. It was too soon to feel the baby moving, but she could feel her anyway. She felt her stomach grow as she touched herself. This was crazy. It should be weeks before she was showing at all. It had just been days. SHe looked up, calling to Flan with her heart. She was frightened that something was wrong.