The Morgan Sisters Complete Series Boxed Set

ISBN 9789899734869-26

Elliott stepped backwards nervously, brushing against the stone altar.

'Who did this to you, Grycan,' the leader asked.

The wolf let out a deep howl, followed by what sounded like a bark.

'Him,' said the woman with dread-locks, 'The stocky one in the rugby shirt,' she pointed to Elliott.

'You will pay.'

'No!' Liam interjected. 'Your mutt tried to attack us; we were defending ourselves.'

'A pathetic excuse for injuring one of us. Now you will all pay,' the leader growled before leaping forward towards Liam.

Liam responded by dipping his head down and throwing himself at his opponent, pinning him to the far wall of the church.

'I don't think so,' he snapped as the rest of the Watchers reacted, preparing to defend themselves.

The wolves howled loudly as the four men in the other group jumped into action, attacking Elliott, Rupert and Diarmuid.

The three boys immediately retaliated, while the others all threw themselves into the fight causing the church to rumble and rocks to tumble all around them.

Lana and Emma worked together, the very same way they had done in the alleyway the week before, moving too fast for the women in the g**g to get hold of them, eventually beating them down. But whenever they were thrown to the floor, the women were right back up again with their yellow eyes narrowing into slits, and their sharp teeth poking out from behind their red lips.

Cries of pain, punches and kicks echoed around the chapel as Elliott managed to dodge a sloppy attack from one of his enemies. Stepping backwards, he held out his hands and allowed huge flames to erupt from his fingertips towards the wolves who yelped the moment the heat grew too much. But they kept coming back for more.

Liam, who had so far managed to dodge the leader's attacks, was growing weaker.

'Get beside me,' shouted Diarmuid suddenly,' I can create a shield,' he said as the others waited for a break to rush to his side. Closing his eyes just for a moment, he let out a deep breath before a massive wall of electricity grew up from the floor, surrounding them.

Two of the men steadied themselves, before looking across at each other and then leaping toward the group. A loud buzzing sound erupted from the wall, and the men dropped to the floor. The stench of smouldering skin filled the nave.

Dusting himself down, the leader approached them, 'I knew you weren't just kids,' he spat. 'You have interesting skills. I'll give you that. But you are no match for The Skulls. We shall return, and we shall get our revenge. Mark my words girls and boys, because you will be seeing us again.'

He turned abruptly, 'Come,' he said as the others followed him out into the darkened night. 'Let's get what we came for. Find the red-haired girl,' he instructed just out of earshot of most of the Watchers.

'It's not over yet, guys. They came for the girl with the red hair. We need to find her and fast,' whispered Ava.

CHAPTER 32

'Granville, can you hear me? We need your help again. Please show yourself,' said Nisha just moments after the fight had come to its dramatic conclusion and the Skulls had vanished.

'I will show myself only if you assure me the evil ones are gone,' he whispered back so only Nisha could hear.

'Yes, they've gone. Please show yourselves and the others. We need all of your help.'

Seconds later, the ghosts materialised.

'What can we do for you, lovey?' said a completely different ghost, a stocky middle-aged woman with curly brown hair whose hands appeared to be dripping with blood.

Curling up her face in disgust, Lana braved it and spoke, 'We need to know where the girl with the red hair is. We need to save her from the evil ones,' she gulped.

'Give us a moment,' the ghost replied. 'Everyone, go now. Find her before they do,' she said as they all evaporated into the air.

'What should we do now?' asked Cassie.

'We need to stick together, so we just wait for the ghosts to return,' Elliot suggested.

'It's too late,' said a voice from above. 'They've got her. I'm sorry, we didn't get there in time.' It was Granville.

'No,' shouted Emma. 'We've got to help her.'

'Wait... I think I know how,' said Imran, who stepped forward. Perhaps if the ghosts tell me where she was when she was taken, I can go back and warn her?'

'You can do that? You can go back in time?' asked Rupert.

'I can take one person with me,' he said nodding.

'I'll come,' said Emma bravely.

Once the ghosts had told them where the girl had been hiding when she was captured, Emma took hold of Imran's hand, and the two immediately began to spin. When the spinning eventually came to a stop, Emma found it difficult to regain her balance.

Swaying from side to side, Imran stood looking at her. 'Emma, there's no time for that. We've got to warn her now.'

Taking her hand, Imran pulled her around a small pathway until they faced the beautiful lion statue they'd spotted earlier.

The girl sat alone, beneath it.

As Emma and Imran approached, the sound of twigs breaking underfoot caused her to gasp, looking up. She stood quickly, staring at them, preparing to run.

'Wait,' Emma muttered before she disappeared again. 'Please, we're here to warn you. You're in danger. There are some evil, crazy guys coming for you. They'll be here really soon. You need to get away from here as quick as you possibly can or, come with us, take my hand. We're going back to the chapel to the rest of our group. You'll be safe there,' but before Emma could say anything further, the girl had vanished.

'Sugar,' muttered Emma under her breath.

'We should go back, Emma. We've warned her. If she doesn't want to come with us, there's not much we can do about that. Let's go before they come.'

Emma turned around, searching for any sign of the girl, but she knew it was pointless. She'd gone.

Taking Imran's offered hand, they began to spin again until they stood outside the chapel where the others stood waiting.

'She wouldn't come,' Emma sighed, kicking the floor in exasperation.

'But she did listen, right? She did run away?'

'Yeah, from where she was, but who's to say she didn't run right into their grasp? I just hope she's safe,' Emma sighed again as the others gathered around.

'We should get out of here,' said Moira, who was holding her arm, wincing.

'Jesus, Moira, you're injured. You should have said something. You're right, let's get out of this place before they come back,' said Lana.

'But wait... what about Joe? We can't leave without him. That's why we came, remember?' said Emma as she pushed through the others, so she stood facing them all.

'Please, we need to find him. You heard what the ghosts said. The evil ones would try and get to him. I don't even want to think about what they could do to him if they did,' she said, her face crumpling at the thought.

'He's a ghost, Em. What can they do to him that hasn't been done to him already?' Lana asked, giving in.

'You're joking, right? Did you see how terrified those other ghosts were of them? And what about poor Joe finding his way home, crossing over, where he belongs? I'm not giving up on him, Sis and neither should you. It's not about the stupid task any more. It's about helping Joe, our friend. I'm not leaving this place without him. If you all want to go, then go. I won't hold it against you. Nisha, please get the ghosts back so I can communicate with them before you go,' Emma said determinedly, turning to walk away from them all.

'Hey, wait a minute. Nobody is leaving you,' said Diarmuid as he pulled on her hand and dragged her back towards him. 'I sure as hell am not going to. I'll stay until we've found him. I promise, okay?' he said as he searched her eyes and watched as they filled with tears.

Roughly wiping at them, she nodded.

The others slowly began to step towards her, each placing a hand on her and nodding.

'I'm sorry, Sis. You're right. We're all in this together. Let's go and find him,' Lana said as she finally put her hand on her sister's back.

'You don't have to go anywhere,' said a gentle voice from nearby.

The others all dropped their hands from Emma and turned to face the sound. Sitting on a thick branch in an old oak tree, just a few metres away was the red-haired girl.

'Daisy?' asked Emma.

The girl began to climb down. When she reached the bottom, she walked up to them and smiled sadly. She nodded, 'How do you know me?'

'The ghosts told us your name. I'm glad you got away.'

Smiling nervously, she replied, 'Only because of you. Thank you,' she nodded.

'What did you mean, we don't have to go anywhere,' asked Lana.

'The ghost you're looking for, I know where he is. I've been keeping him safe for a couple of days. You called him Joe, right?' she asked.

Lana nodded, 'That's his name, well Josiah. Josiah Grimshaw. He came with us from Andilyse Island last week, but he seems to have forgotten everything.'

'Can you take us to him?' Emma asked.

The girl nodded, 'Follow me,' she whispered as the group all began to trample after her, careful not to make too much noise.

'What is that?' asked Imran as they approached a large memorial.

'It's a War Memorial,' said Daisy. 'There are catacombs beneath it. The main entrance has been blocked off, but I know a secret way in.'

'Cool,' said Liam as they walked around the memorial and then off to the side under a cluster of nearby trees. A hole in the ground had been dug and a tunnel led off towards the monument.

'He's hiding in there... with my Dad,' she said shyly.

'Oh... okay. Nisha, over to you,' Emma said with a smile.

'You want me to climb down there?' she asked a little nervously.

Emma nodded.

'It's okay. It's not as bad as it looks. It's very clean, it's just the entrance that looks a bit dodgy,' said Daisy. 'Follow me.'

Nisha rubbed her chin and followed Daisy down into the tunnel. Surprisingly, there was more room than she'd expected, and once they'd arrived at the catacombs, Nisha heard Daisy fidget around until a light was switched on.

'I always keep a few supplies down here,' she smiled as she held the torch upwards. 'Can you see Josiah? He often hides when my dad is here. And he doesn't always come when I ask him to.'

Looking around, Nisha could only see a sleeping man. The odour of alcohol drifted under her nose, making her scrunch it upwards in disgust.

'No, here's not here.'

'Josiah?' whispered Nisha.

'He doesn't remember his name, does he?'

'Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Hello, is there anybody here. Anybody ghostly? Can you show yourself?' Nisha asked, feeling a little foolish when nothing happened. 'Hello? We know you're here. We want you to show yourself.'

Daisy's father mumbled something in his sleep before turning over and snoring, his sweatshirt lifted slightly, revealing a familiar tattoo on the base of his spine. Nisha gasped but said nothing, instead turning to concentrate on Josiah.

'Look, we know who you are. We know you've lost your memory. We can help you. It's why we're here.'

'It is? You know who I am?' said a voice in the semi-darkness as a figure slowly started to emerge in the corner. The ghost of the young man sat huddled up, his face filled with confusion and fear.

'Your name is Josiah, Josiah Grimshaw. Does that mean anything to you?' Nisha asked as he shook his head. 'We're your friends. You came to London with two girls, Lana Beth and Emma Jane Morgan. Do you remember?' She asked. A faint flicker of familiarity crossed his eyes, and he sat up.

'Emma? It does seem familiar to me. Where is she?' he asked.

'She's above ground. We came here to find you. Will you return with us?' she asked.