Carrigan Hart

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“And neither do you know about me. However, I think I’ve done worse. Have fun sitting in your cage, Carrigan. I’m going to go and have some fun in the city.” Nate grinned sardonically, before then turning on his heel once again and heading out of the cells, leaving the man to stew in his own anger, making a mental note to come back down to bother him again tomorrow, and the day after that… and the day after that.

Carrigan watched him leave. As soon as he was gone, Carrigan punched the wall in his anger, his knuckle splitting on the stone. “Fuck!” he raged. If there wasn’t enough shit he had to deal with, now he had a Ferrick witch loose in London. A Ferrick witch who was obviously intent on making him misserable. And he could do anything he wanted to Carrigan. Carrigan was a prisoner, a slave, he had no power. He could try and fight, but no matter how much he fought or struggled, he’d be at the mercy of a Ferrick witch.

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Nate wasn’t stupid, he knew that he was getting underneath the other male’s skin, frustrating him to no end that he was unable to hold it in much longer, and all he needed to do was say the right thing, before he would erupt. It was sad that he couldn’t do anything though from inside the cell he was trapped in, but that just gave Nate an edge that he could use. Chuckling once again as Carrigan spoke, Nate turned back around and looked at him. “Even out of your cell, you would still be a pathetic witch, s too soft to fight for your own freedom, hence the collar around your neck. You would have no chance against dark magic, Hart.”

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“you don’t know anything about me or the things I’ve done, Ferrick. I don’t need dark magic to gut you like a fish.”

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“As always, a Hart witch backing down, sinking back into the shadows where they belong.” Nate chuckled, and he pushed himself away from the bars that he had been closed to, taking a couple of steps back, intent on leaving. “This won’t be the last you see of me, Carrigan. And, it’s Nathaniel. Nate Ferrick.” He smirked, turning to leave.

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Carrigan lay there pretending to not care. Pretending that Nate Ferrick, as he identified himself, wasn’t getting to him, wasn’t crawling under his skin. Carrigan was a prideful man. Prideful of the Hart name more so than of himself. His parents had been strong people as were the other people in his family. They didn’t deserve to have the Hart name insulted. But he could not react. Despite his intent not to react and not to let Nate know he was getting to Carrigan, his mouth opened to let the insults fly. “You’re a coward, Ferrick. You’re so confident standing on that side of the bars with me stuck here and a collar binding my powers. You wouldn’t be so cocky if I were free.”

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“What, no more questions about my name? About who I am, specifically?” Nate laughed, and he crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the witch. “No, nothing at all, actually. I’m rather content here.”

“What can I say... I got bored.” He shrugged his shoulders, walked over to his cot and lay down on it, intent on ignoring the Ferrick witch, hoping he would go away. He had to talk to Evie, spread the word that there was a Ferrick witch in town. Maybe some of the Alpha witches would hear and do something about this.

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“Hecate will not touch my magic.” This was going to be fun, Nate could tell. He could already see the fear and anger boiling up inside the Hart witch, and he could only imagine how many other witches’ skin he would get under by just being in the city. As he asked which Ferrick witch he was, Nate just grinned and ran his hand over his jaw line. “The bad one.”

Carrigan couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the far too cocky man in front of him. “Piss off. Don’t you have something better to do?”

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Nate rolled his eyes as the Hart witch warned him to be careful, and he looked him with amusement in his eyes. “I don’t think she’s here, is she?” He teased, mocking the male that was stuck between the bars. “Oh, no, I think I’m going to have some fun here in London, and there’s nothing that you, or any of the other Coven’s can do about it. I don’t have a collar around my neck, you seee. I can’t be controlled.”

Carrigan felt a pang of fear roll through his body. Shit. A Ferrick witch in London was a bad thing specially with the covens all broken up. And it wasn’t like he could reach out to the First Witch and bring to her attention Ferrick’s bad reputation. He was for all intents and purposes, caged and silenced, and Ferrick knew it. Shit. “Don’t push your luck. Hecate might not be here this second, but she’s around and she can take power just as easily as she can give it, Ferrick. Which one are you anyway?” He knew there were several Ferrick siblings, but he didn’t know their names.

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“I’m just here to cause a bit of troule, and to see just how the mightly had fallen.” Nate sneered, looking through at the witch that was a part of the Coven that had caused his own family so much pain.

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Carrigan hated the very idea of the Ferrick witches. His parents had told him lots of stories about the evil they did and the pain and suffering they enjoyed. “Carefull, Ferrick,” He smirked. “I don’t think Hecate, the goddess of all witches, will enjoy you fucking up her city too much. You should crawl back to the hole you came out of.”

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Unable to stop himself from chuckling again, Nate crossed his arms over his chest, seeing the realisation cross over the male’s face at what Coven he belonged to. “Ah, yes, because if I do, you’re going to stop me? From behind your bars, with your magic stopped by that collar around your neck? Pathetic.”

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Carrigan glared at the male in front of him. He was right. There wasn’t much he could do. But he’d love to get his hands around the bastard. Or better yet, he’d love to get his hands on a knife. He’d gut him. “IS there something you wanted, Ferrick?”

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“Not personally, no. But I’ve heard of you. So sad what happened to your lovely little fiancée a little while back. The news got all the way out to us in Australia.” The witch ran his finger along the bars that separated the other male from him.

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Australia. This was a Ferrick witch. His parents had a part in banishing the Ferrick witches from the UK for their treacherous magic and here stood one, free, while Carrigan was locked in a cage. “Don’t fucking talk about her,” he snapped, his temper getting the better of him before he could stop himself.

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“That’s going to be difficult, Hart, seeing as you’re on the wrong side of the bars.” Nate chuckled darkly, making his way up towards the cell that he had been drawn to almost automatically. “Shame about your little… predicament.”

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“Do I know you, asshole?” Carrigan said to the guy in front of him. His smug face was just begging to be punched.

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“Pain shouldn’t make us stronger. Love should make us stronger. I don’t want to feel that pain. He doesn’t want my magic in his head and he doesn’t want my witch shit. She was amazing. We all had so much fun when we were children. I miss her too.” Evie sighed softly. “I don’t like seeing you this way. It makes my nonexistant heart ache.”

“I know,” Carrigan said softly. “But when we don’t have love, pain will do. Use your pain to make you stronger. Get yourself free of this place. My fight here isn’t done yet. But yours is. Go hide somewhere away from the vampires and werewolves and just live out your life in peace if not happiness.” Carrigan had to steel himself off. It was too painful to talk about his fiance and the ruined wedding. “I miss her too,” he said quietly.

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She just smiled at him softly. “Carri…I don’t want it back. It hurt too much with it it. You…” Evie stopped for a moment before she said something bad. “I never came to her funeral. And I’m sorry…my Aunties told me about it. I wish that I could have fixed it.”

Carrigan looked away at the mention of his betrothed. “I didn’t go to her funeral either. After the attack, I just left. Haven’t even seen my family or looked for them after the uprising. That part of me is dead. But I know how much it hurts to have your heart crushed. Take your heart back... use that pain to become stronger.”

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“Carri.” She said softly. Even without a heart she never could bring herself to be mad at her best friend. “We both know that nothing good happens to O’Halloran witches that go dark. But thanks for the offer.”

“I..” He took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m not going to let any of that happen to you. We can fix this, Evie. You just have to get out of this cell and get your heart back.”

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“Found my Twin Flame. Got my heart broken. Decided it was best all around to just get rid of that. Now it won’t bother him.” She said to him as if she was explaining the most obvious thing in the world. “Nah, forget about me. I’m no use out of these cells. You know that I can’t use my magic without emotions. I would just turn into a necromancer if I got this collar off without my heart.”

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Carrigan was shocked by the news that Evie found her twin flame and he had apparently rebuffed her. “I’m sorry. But your life isn’t over. I won’t let you just throw it away. You can still use magic.” Granted it wasn’t normally the light and good kind of magic, but magic at least would still be available to Evie.

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“Aw, come on, Carri! You couldn’t beat me when we were children and you couldn’t beat me now. Especially since I have no heart.” Evie giggled as she leaned against the bars. “Don’t be so bitter just because you still have one.”

“What the fuck happened to you, Evie?” He took a deep breath and let it out. “You shouldn’t be here. I’m going to get you out of here... even if it kills me.”

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“You think that you can beat me even aft all this time, Hart?”

“O’Halloran,” Carrigan said, fury inside of him. “You’ve got no fucking heart. Any idiot can see that clear as day. So yeah I think I can take you no problem. I think you could use a good ass kicking.”