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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:39:34 GMT -5
I have just noticed that when this story was reposted on the new board, a chapter was left out in the middle. Since I don't know how to fix that (as it is no longer listed under my name, but rather the person that transferred it) I am posting again. I would appreciate it if a moderator could remove the old version. Thanks!
“Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now”<br> Halloween 2021: A demonic spell causes havoc for the Halliwell’s and threatens to tear the family apart. (Set in the changed future)
I suppose this would be considered an AU fic because what happens is never going to happen on the show. If anyone has read my other story then I warn you that this is quite different. I came up with this idea awhile ago and I’ve now realized that I will not relax until I write it down…no matter how stupid it is. (Yes, it is fairly absurd)
Background- Takes place in the changed ‘good’ future (no connection to the Avatars though- and demons still exist).
Piper and Leo are together, and he has gone back to being their whitelighter. Paige is still single, Phoebe is married to Cole (because that will make this story much more interesting later, trust me)…it doesn’t really matter why/how he’s back…you can make that up yourself. I should also mention that he is good.
Wyatt is 19, Chris is 17 and Mel (Phoebe’s daughter) is 16.
I think that about covers it…enjoy!
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“You look great!” Mel exclaimed as she admired Chris’ Halloween costume. ”Perfectly angelic.”<br> Chris returned his cousins smile as he did up the last button on his shirt. “Thanks, same to you…well, except for the angelic part, demonic is more like it.”<br> “Yes, I think that it suits me perfectly.” she paused and formed a small fire ball in her right hand. “Scared angel- boy?” she mocked playfully.
He tried to look unfazed but she could tell that the sight of her with the fireball was making him slightly nervous. With an evil grin that only she could pull off, Mel pretended to throw the ball at Chris who instinctively orbed out. When he reformed seconds later, he shot her a murderous glare. The girl simply laughed; her cousin could be so gullible at times.
“Happy Halloween Christopher.” She said, smiling devilishly as she dissolved the fireball and pushed a stray strand of dark brown hair behind her ear.
“Oh, you are so funny.” Chris replied with more than a hint of his trademark sarcasm.
Mel shrugged, trying not to show her amusement, and made herself look unconcerned by focusing her attention on adjusting her tight black skirt.
This Halloween, she and Chris had decided to dress up as ‘themselves’ for the school’s annual dance. Therefore, she was now wearing a risky leather number, a lot of red face paint and a rather realistic pair of horns; she was the perfect picture of demon-ness. Chris, on the other hand, was going for a quite different look. He had decided to showcase his whitelighter side and thus had dressed in white and was sporting a convincing pair of feathered wings. His costume had required a lot less work that Mel’s- they had realized, as they worked together on both outfits, that it did not take much to make Chris look like an angel whereas making Mel a convincing demon was rather complicated.
“Fine, I’m sorry for pretending that I was going to blow you up Chris.” Mel sighed with an obvious roll of her eyes. “But it’s not like you can’t reform even when I do.”<br> The boy was not amused by her comments. “Yea, but I don’t want to be a floating mass of orbs when I meet my date!” re retorted hotly.
Mel tried to suppress her smirk; Chris really was neurotic at times- such a contrast to her own carefree nature. “I said sorry.” She began in a clipped tone. “Now, let’s go show our parents our lovely costumes, I’m sure that they’ll be not- so- pleasantly surprised.”<br> Chris gave a quiet laugh and nodded in agreement as the two headed towards the kitchen. They had not told any other members of the family about their plans, and had worked on the costumes in secret- both wanted to see how their parents would react.
“You, then me.” Chris whispered with a grin.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:40:32 GMT -5
Without another moment’s hesitation, Mel pushed open the doors and burst into the room where Piper, Leo, Phoebe, Cole, Paige and Wyatt were all finishing up their dinner.
“Tada!” She said dramatically, twilling around so that they could have a full glimpse of her attire. “What do you think of my costume?”<br> They all stared in shock for several seconds- silence enveloped the room.
“I love it!” Cole exclaimed suddenly with a slight chuckle. “It reminds me of my early days in the underworld. You could fool a lot of people with that get up.”<br> Mel beamed at her father. She knew that he would be amused.
Phoebe, however, instantly hit her husband on the shoulder.
“Ouch!” Cole exclaimed, wincing.
“You deserve it!” Phoebe retorted angrily “How dare you encourage her, my baby looks like a demon!”<br> Mel rolled her eyes- as usual her mother was blowing things way out of proportion. “First of all,” she began to explain “I am part demon, and secondly, that’s the POINT of the costume! Chris and I decided to go to the dance as ourselves…we thought it was funny.”<br> “Chris is in on this too?” Piper asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yep.” Mel replied smugly. “Chris, come in here.”<br> Seconds later Chris orbed into the kitchen next to her.
As he materialized, Piper gasped and brought a hand to her mouth, Leo looked even more shocked than he had before, and Wyatt began shaking with silent laughter.
The two cousins watched the family’s reaction with great enjoyment; their idea was causing even more of an effect than they had expected.
“Oh, this is wonderful.” Phoebe said sarcastically, throwing her hands up with exasperation. “They’ve gone insane and have decided to expose them selves. So much for the family secret.”<br> “Phoebe.” Cole cut in gently, trying to catch his wife’s eye. “ I think that you’re being a bit dramatic. It’s Halloween, people dress up…they are not going to cause suspicion of any kind. Let them have their fun. ”<br> Phoebe folded her arms across her chest and looked over to Piper and Leo for support.
“Chris, those aren’t real are they?” Leo asked, suddenly breaking out of his shocked trance.
“Er, no Dad, we made them.” Chris replied, giving his father a strange look. “Do you think I’d actually pull the wings off some poor magical creature or something?”<br> Leo glanced down at the floor.
“You’re not leaving the house like that young lady!” Phoebe said sternly, standing up to look her daughter in the eye. “Now get out of that ridiculous outfit.”<br> “No.” Mel replied stubbornly, not caring that her mother looked about ready to explode.
Sensing the tension between her sister and her niece, Piper decided to cut in. “It’ll be okay Pheebs.” She said comfortingly. “It’s the perfect opportunity for them to dress up Let her go.”<br> Phoebe remained silent.
“I know!” Piper exclaimed with excitement “Why don’t I go dig those old witches dresses- we can be ‘ourselves’ too, it’ll be fun.” With that, she scurried out of the room, not noticing the mortified expressions she received from both Phoebe and Paige.
“I’ll go stop her.” The youngest sister muttered, shooting a glance at Phoebe and orbing out of the room.
Phoebe sighed, and turned her attention back to the more pressing issue. “Fine, go.” She said quietly, frowning at her daughter. “But how come you decided to dress up like this…you’re both witches too you know.”<br> “Of course we know that mom, but I thought that being a demon would be a little more original- and everyone knows that Chris is more whitelighter than witch…so we thought it was appropriate.”<br> Chris blushed slightly and looked down at his feet, and Leo beamed with pride.
Mel was right; unlike Wyatt, Chris’ whitelighter side had always been more dominant.
“Well,” Wyatt said, speaking for the first time since they had entered the room. “I suggest that you get going before Mom starts going overboard with the Halloween thing.”<br> Everyone chuckled, knowing full well that when Piper got an idea she usually carried it a little too far.
“Good point.” Chris replied “It’s really too bad we didn’t make you some wings too Wy…oh well, with any luck Mom will find an extra dress for you to wear…”
Wyatt scowled and sent a dinner roll flying across the room at his little brother. The boy merely grinned and orbed it in to his hand before sending it back at three times the speed right at Wyatt’s head.
“Chris-” Leo began to scold.
“Bye everyone.” Chris cut in quickly, purposely ignoring his father. He took hold of Mel’s hand and orbed them to the alley behind the high school.
“Thanks for the lift angel- boy.” She smirked. “That was a close one.”<br> “Any time demon- girl.” He replied, flashing her a wide grin.
With that, the two cousins set off toward the entrance, ignorant to the darkness that loomed in the near future.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A large and brutish demon paced back and forth across his underworld liar- trying to come up with a plan. He knew exactly what he needed to do, but he was yet to figure out exactly how he was going to go about doing it.
He gave a loud and frustrated sigh before seating himself behind his crude stone table.
There was once a time, many years ago, when he had been the leader of a large army- one that was unsurpassed in strength and brutality in the underworld…but ever since the Charmed ones had appeared on the scene he had lost many of his loyal followers….and with them, his dreams of becoming the next source.
Not only had the dreaded sisters killed many of his minions, but the fear they, and their offspring incited in all demons had caused almost as many to flee to the upper world. It disgusted him to think that they now attempted to blend into human society, causing only minor havoc at banks and liquor stores.
“Cronus.” He shouted gruffly, a vague idea suddenly forming in his head. “Get in here.”<br> A second, lower level, demon shimmered into the liar and bowed to the first who was obviously his superior.
“How may I serve you, master Demetrius?” He asked his voice rather timid for a demonic creature.
Demetrius sighed. “You have the power to create spells…and I need you to create one for me.”<br> “Yes master, anything.”<br> “I need a spell that will expose every magical being concealed in the mortal world- I need a spell that will bring forth the true nature they hide.”<br> Cronus looked up at his master with a look of shock written across his pug- like face. “But…but sir.” He stuttered. “I do not think that is possible, even for me.”<br> “It is possible.” Demetrius assured, tapping his clawed fingers impatiently on the table. “It is all hallows eve and the magical force in heightened…if we do it tonight we will have success.”<br> The lesser demon nodded apprehensively. “If you are sure, then I will come up with a spell…but may I first inquire as to why you would want this.”<br> “Because.” Demetrius replied “If we make magical creature unable to conceal themselves we will both ostracize beings of ‘good’, and more importantly, create legion of demonic followers who will be forced to take refuge down here. Now, enough questions, cast the spell.”<br> Cronus nodded again and closed his watery eyes as he came up with the correct wording. “Perfect.” He muttered, a cruel grin forming across his face as the spell came to him. He looked up at his master, who gestured for him to continue, and he then began to chant;
“Magical beings near and far,
Be revealed for what you are.
On this night, all hollows eve,
Become what you were meant to be.”<br> As the final words were spoken, a grey mist began to rise out of the room, ready to carry out the plan.
Demetrius smiled. “Thank you dear friend, now we shall wait for the spell to do its job- and perhaps later, we will begin our conquest with a little trip to the Halliwell house hold…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:41:34 GMT -5
Chapter 2
By 8:30 that night the dance at Bay Side High was in full swing. Loud music pumped into the gymnasium and hyped up teenagers- in full Halloween garb- danced enthusiastically. As Chris glanced across the crowded room he could see Mel with her arms wrapped around Jake, her most recent boyfriend. No one in the Halliwell household was overly thrilled about Mel’s choice in guys- she tended to go for the smooth talking types- and Jake, like most of the other ones she had dated, could appropriately be called a egocentric jerk. Chris was half tempted to walk over there and blast that smug look off the other young mans face as he stared a little to closely at the revealing parts of Mel’s attire.
Chris was suddenly snapped away from his thoughts as he felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder. It was his date – Jenny Hughes- a girl he had liked since tenth grade and had finally worked up enough courage to ask to the dance. They definitely were not at the dating stage yet, but Chris was hoping that this night would bring them a step closer.
“Do you think it’s kind of hot in here?” Jenny asked, brushing a stay strand of dirty blonde hair away from her eyes and readjusting the tiara she was wearing as part of her princess costume.
Chris shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”<br> “Well, maybe we could go outside for a bit…and get some air. I’m dying in here.” The girl managed to catch his eye and Chris’ face broke into a wide grin as he realized that this was her indirect way of getting them a bit more privacy.
“Okay,” he said quickly “Let’s go.” And with that he grabbed her hand and led them through the crowd and out of the gym.
When they arrived outside, Jenny gave a small sigh before flashing Chris a brilliant smile. “Thanks.” She muttered softly “Its much nicer out here.”<br> “I agree.” Chris replied, amused to see that a fait blush was beginning to appear on her cheeks. “A lot quieter too.”<br> Jenny giggled and glanced down at the pavement, clearly unsure of what to say next. “Um, I like your costume.” She muttered, after several tense minutes of silence. “It suits you.”<br> The boy could hardly suppress his laugh- she had no idea how right she was. “Thanks,” he replied, smiling “I like yours too.”<br> There was another period of prolonged silence as both teens desperately searched for something to say.
Chris could feel his heartbeat begin to increase and his knees become weak as they stood, avoiding each other’s eyes. He internally scolded himself for being so ridiculous- he faced demons and other bad guys on a weekly basis- something as simple as talking to a girl he happened to like should not have caused him to loose his cool like this.
Unable to stand it any longer, Chris cleared his throat and said what he had been holding in for so long. “Jenny,” he began quietly, causing the girl to look up. “I…I…do you wanna go out this weekend sometime…like on a real date?”<br> The girl blushed more than she had before. “Of course.” She replied quickly, her voice a little louder than normal. “I’d love to…I’ve always wanted you to ask me that.”<br> Taken aback, Chris’ mouth opened in shock…was it possible that all this time she had liked him too? Why had he waited so freaking long to ask her out? “I…I’ve always wanted to ask you.” He replied dumbly. “How’s Saturday at seven?”<br> Both were grinning now, and the earlier tension was slowly beginning to dissipate.
“Seven is perfect.”<br> They found themselves leaning slowly towards each other…their faces were only inches apart. Chris closed his eyes as he prepared himself for the kiss that he had yearned for for so long….
But it never came.
A loud scream suddenly echoed out of the gym, causing Chris and Jenny to quickly draw back.
Chris listened as the noise began to build…something was obviously wrong. “I’m gonna go check that out.” He said worriedly, turning to the girl.
“I’m coming too.” Jenny stated, and without another moments hesitation the two took off towards the gym.
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Mel stood on the dance floor with her arms wrapped around Jake. She had seen Chris leave the room with his date a few minutes ago and wondered amusedly what they were doing at that very moment. She hoped that it went well- Chris really did need a girl to loosen him up a bit.
“I love this song!” she exclaimed as the DJ began to play a track from one of her favorite new groups.
Jake smiled. “I know, that’s why I requested it for you.”<br> “Aww, that’s so sweet.” She giggled, standing on he toes to give him a peck on the cheek. She wished that her family could see how nice her boyfriend really was…at times.
The two began to move to the beat of the song, dancing rather closely together. Mel knew that if Chris had still been in the room he probably would have been shooting daggers at them right now. Even though he was only a year older then her, he had always felt the need to protect her- she supposed that it just part of his Charmed- whitelighter nature to look out for others…but she was a big girl now, she could make her own decisions.
As the song finished, the pair found themselves in the center of the room- both somewhat out of breath. “Shall we get something to drink?” Jake asked, taking hold of her hand.
Mel nodded and opened her mouth to reply but before she could, she was overcome by a very strange feeling.
She abruptly let go of Jake’s hand and clutched her head in pain…it felt as if she was suddenly being torn in half.
Grey…<br> She saw a grey mist pass through the room.
She looked around frantically…Chris…she needed to find Chris…<br> The girl managed to take a few shaky steps towards the door before she collapsed onto the hard floor, writhing in pain.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:42:03 GMT -5
Chris burst into the gym, Jenny trailing closely behind.
Everyone was huddled close to the walls…backing away from a single figure in the center of the room…Mel…<br> They all seemed to be afraid of Mel…and as the girl turned around he could see why.
He froze in panic.
His cousin stood alone in the middle of the ring of students, a fireball crackling menacingly in her outstretched hand. Something had gone seriously wrong…he knew that Mel would never do something like this…and yet there she was, exposing her magic for all to see.
Knowing that he had to end this before it got any worse, Chris threw off the cumbersome wings he was wearing and tore across the room. Pushing his way to the front of the crowd, he began to wave his arms frantically. “Mel!” exclaimed, trying to get her attention. “What the hell is going on?”<br> The girl turned towards him and Chris felt even more confusion overcome him as he saw her up close. The red makeup she had been wearing as part of her costume seemed to have spread across her entire body, and black markings had appeared on her face- reminding Chris instantly of the picture of his Uncle Cole’s demonic form in the book of shadows. “Mel, something’s wrong with you.” He continued, taking a few steps towards her. “We need to get out of here, now.”<br> Chris took hold of hid cousin’s arm, but she instantly yanked it back. “I’m not leaving,” she hissed, her eyes flashing a dangerous red. “It is far to much fun torturing the humans.”<br> He could do nothing but stare at her in shock.
This certainly was not a costume…<br> …it seemed that for the first time, she had actually transformed into a demon- both mentally and physically.
Smiling smugly and taking advantage of his hesitation, Mel began to fling fireballs into the walls- just above the students heads.
The situation had gone from bad, too worse.
Many of the teens began to scream in terror once again and Chris forcefully grabbed hold of her arm…he needed to get her out of here as quickly as possible- without demonstrating anymore magic in the process.
“Piss off angel- boy.” Mel screeched, throwing him backward with a stregenth that he did not know she possessed.
Chris tried to suppress his growing panic…she was exposing magic…in front of the entire school…and it was beginning to seem that he would not be able to stop her without using some himself. He really wished that he had inherited his mothers freezing power- that would have come in really handy at the moment.
“Mel, I need you to calm down,” he said in his best whitelighter voice as he climbed to his feet. “This isn’t you.”<br> The girl merely smirked. “You can’t stop me Christopher.” She laughed, advancing slowly towards him. “Don’t even try.”<br> With out any warning she flung a fireball straight at his chest. He cried out- more in surprise than pain- and instantly felt himself dissolving into a mass of orbs.
Concentrating as hard as he could, he quickly managed to reform into his solid form…but he knew it was already too late to stop the damage she had done. She had blown him up…in front of the entire school…he was exposed just as much as she was right now.
Normal people did not dissolve into balls blue of energy.
As he glanced around he could see that everyone was starring at both of them with a mixture of shock and terror. His heart sank; the secret he had worked so hard to protect his entire life was out in only a matter of minutes and there was nothing he could do about it.
He’d never be able to explain his way out of this one.
“Why the hell did you do that?” he shouted at the smirking Mel, not caring who heard anymore.
“Because I can.” she retorted, amusement evident on her demonic face.
Chris glared. “Yea, but I can kick your ass in a fight, you idiot!”<br> “But I know that you won’t, you pacifist.”<br> Chris opened his mouth to protest, but he closed it quickly as he realized that she had a point. He would never attack her- no matter what she did to him. He could hardly suppress his pacifist nature at the best of times and he knew that he could never push himself far enough to use his powers against his family.
He looked up to meet Mel’s eyes; she continued to smirk confidently. “Think about what you’re doing.” The boy said, his voice barely above a whisper “You need to snap out of this…you’re not evil, you’re not a demon…”
The girl gave a cold laugh. “Yes Christopher, I am.” She began “I was just too naive to see it before. This is who I should be- who I was meant to be.”<br> “No.”<br> “I am willing to give you five seconds to get out of here before I end your pathetic life…you are the enemy now. One…Two…” she continued, he voice distant and cool.
Chris took a step towards her, trying to ignore the lump building in his throat. This wasn’t Mel… this wasn’t the cousin he had always loved as his sister. “Stop this now.” He choked.
“…Three…four…”
“Mel, I mean it!”<br> “Five.” She finished with a grin as a darklighter’s crossbow materialized in her hands.
Chris froze with fear; darklighter poison was the most lethal weapon anyone could use against him- and Mel knew it.
“Goodbye Christopher.” Mel said with a sinister look on her face.
She pulled down the trigger at the exact moment that Chris began to orb…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:43:12 GMT -5
Chapter 3
Chris landed with a loud thud in the manor’s living room; he instantly attempted to stand up, only to realize that he was too weak to support himself. He allowed himself to lie back down on the floor; an almost unbearable pain that was now coming from his shoulder and as he slowly turned his head towards it, he could see why.
Mel had managed to hit him with the darklighter arrow.
Feeling horribly ill, he summoned the last of his strength and called out for his father. The poison was spreading…the room was spinning…it was becoming hard to keep his eyes open…<br> Not a moment too soon, Leo orbed in, looking concerned. “Chris, wh-” he trailed off and his concern turned to fear as he realized why his son had called. “I’ll get your mom.”<br> He quickly orbed out and then back in, this time with Piper in tow.
“Chris!” she instantly threw herself at his side. “I’ll be okay honey.” She soothed, bushing a dark strand of hair off of his clammy forehead as she tried to fight back her welling tears.
The boy weakly grasped his mothers hand. “Mom, it hurts.” He groaned. “Please make it stop.”<br> “I will honey.” And without another moments hesitation she brought a shaking hand to the arrow embedded in her son. Gripping it tightly, she pulled it out.
Chris cried out in pain.
“It’s okay.” Piper whispered “I got it out, now dad can heal you.”<br> Taking his cue, Leo rushed over to Chris and healed the wound with a comforting golden glow. When he was finished, Piper helped the boy slowly sit up- he was still weak form the poison, but he managed to smile thankfully at his parents.
“Chris, what happened?” Piper asked- now that she knew he would be okay, she wanted full details. “I thought you were at the dance.”<br> “I was.”<br> Leo’s eyes widened in shock. “ A darklighter attacked you in an area full of mortals?”<br> “Not exactly.” Chris replied with a sigh, trying to avoid his parents’ eyes.
“What does that mean?” Piper snapped. “We need to know exactly what happened so we can deal with it.”<br> Chris slowly looked up at Piper and Leo; he knew that he couldn’t lie, but he also knew that they would not like the truth. “Something happened…” he began hesitantly. “At the dance…I don’t know what exactly, but it must have been some sort of curse or something…and Mel…she was evil. It was as if her demonic half had taken over, and when I tried to talk to her she summoned the darklighter cross bow…”
A strangled cry came from the doorway and Leo Piper and Chris turned to see the rest of the family standing there.
“My baby!” Phoebe sobbed in anguish, before collapsing into an unconscious heap on the living room floor.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:43:57 GMT -5
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A few minutes later, the Halliwells- including a recently revived and shocked Phoebe- sat around the room discussing various theories about what had happened to Mel. Piper was holding her youngest son protectively, still shaken by the thought of loosing him, and Cole was trying his best to comfort his wife.
“I think it was a spell.” Chris stated, attempting to struggle out of his mother’s grasp. “I felt something when I entered the gym…sort of like the magical residue you can feel after you cast a really powerful spell.”<br> “Alright. Why don’t I go check the book of shadows to see if it has any information on spells that can turn good people evil.” Paige said helpfully before orbing up to the attic.
As soon as Paige left, the red eyed Phoebe began sobbing into Cole’s chest “My baby is evil!” She cried hysterically.
Cole began to gently rub her back.
“It’s a spell, Phoebe.” he soothed, “She’s not really evil at all.”<br> “But she’s part demon!” the distraught woman exclaimed, clutching onto his shirt for dear life.
Cole stiffened. “That doesn’t mean anything.” He said through gritted teeth. After struggling for so long to free himself form the assumptions placed on any with demon blood, he was not willing to tolerate such condemning comments- even when they came from his beloved wife.
“It’ll be okay Aunt Phoebe, we’ll fix this.” Wyatt cut in, sensing the tension between the two. “Mom, why don’t you and I go bottle some potions in case we have to vanquish whoever is behind this.”<br> “Alright.” Giving Chris one last hug, Piper finally released him and stood up to follow Wyatt to the kitchen.
They did not manage to take more than three steps when Wyatt’s shield suddenly sprung up around him.
All present knew something was about to happen.
Sure enough, a murky grey mist began to fill the room, enveloping each of its inhabitants before they had time to react, and knocking them all onto the floor.
When the strange substance dissipated, Wyatt released his shield and instantly began to help the others back to their feet.
“That can’t be good.” Leo stated, worriedly looking around the room. “Does anyone know what that was?”<br> “Maybe that’s what got to Mel.” Chris whispered his eyes wide.
There was a long silence as they each thought about what that could mean.
If it had affected Mel, then it was likely to affect them too…<br> But how?
Piper nervously glanced over at Cole, who glared back.
“Piper,” he began unhappily at his sister in law “I know what you’re thinking but I’m not-”<br> Before Cole could finish his sentence a look of intense pain crossed his face and he cried out in agony – the man collapsed suddenly onto the floor. He clutched his stomach and continued to make noised of complete anguish.
“Cole!” Phoebe exclaimed, flinging herself at her husband’s side. Fist Mel…now this…she didn’t know if she could possibly take anymore.
“Phoebe, I wouldn’t get too close to him…” Piper warned taking a few cautious steps towards them, worried about her sister’s well being.
“Shove it Piper!” Phoebe shot back, suddenly overcome with anger. “I already know what you think of my family.”<br> The oldest charmed one opened her mouth to protest, but she was distracted by another cry of pain from across the room. Much to her horror, she turned to see Chris convulsing on the hard wood floor.
“Chris!” both Piper and Leo shouted as they rushed to their son. Piper half expected to see another arrow- but upon a quick inspection, she saw that this was not the case. She turned to Leo in panic.
“What’s wrong? Heal him.”<br> Leo quickly put his glowing hands over Chris, but there were not visible improvements.
“I…I…can’t.” The whitelighter muttered helplessly, his entire body beginning to shake. He reached out again, to give it a second attempt but before the glow could return, he too collapsed onto the floor.
Piper could hardly breathe as she looked down at her husband and youngest son. She had no idea what was happening to them- all she knew was that they were both in pain.
She needed to help them.
Frantically, she turned to Wyatt, who was watching the scene in shock from the kitchen doorway. “Wyatt, heal!” she exclaimed, and the young man instantly rushed over and attempted to revive his father and brother.
“It’s not working.” He moaned in frustration. “Damn it! I don’t know what’s wrong.”<br> Piper began to sob uncontrollably. “Wyatt, try-” she began, stopping as she realized that the cries of pain from all three men had ended.
An eerie silence enveloped the room.
Piper, Wyatt and Phoebe all rose to their feet, each drawing in a few shaking breaths- unsure of what to do next.
“Mom, look.” Wyatt whispered suddenly, his blue eyes wide and Piper followed his gaze back to the floor where Leo, Chris and Cole were all beginning to stir.
Chris, who seemed to be the most awake- sat up slowly and looked over at his mother. “Mom, what happened?” he asked groggily. “My back really hurts.”<br> Piper went over to his side and placed a gentle hand on his back, causing the boy to wince.
“Chris,” she began slowly. “I don’t want you to panic…but you seem to have a fairly large bump on your back- you must have really knocked it when you fell. You’re going to have to take off your shirt so I can see how bad it is.”<br> Chris nodded and began to unbutton his shirt- worry evident in his green eyes. When he undid the last button he slowly pulled it off and let it fall to the floor.
Piper gasped and brought a hand to her mouth to stop herself from crying out.
Even from the front, it was evident what had happened to Chris’ back.
“What’s wrong mom?” Chris asked with confusion as he tried to make sense of her reaction. “I’m actually beginning to feel a lot better.”<br> “Chris,” Piper whispered her brown eyes wide. “You’re an angel.”<br> He shot her an odd look. “Umm, yea, I know, I’m half- angel.”<br> “No, you don’t understand.” Piper continued in awe “You have wings.”<br> It was now Chris’ turn to be shocked. He stared at his mother for several seconds in disbelief before turning his head slowly towards his back.
He saw white.
Lots of White… and as he raised his shaking hand towards it, he felt the unmistakable softness of feathers. She wasn’t imaging things…he was an angel…literally.
Chris drew a few deep breaths as he tried to come to terms with what had happened, and Piper tried her best to give him a comforting look.
“We’ll figure this out and get everything back to normal honey- I promise.”<br> Chris smiled back weakly- wanting desperately to believe her.
Picking up his discarded shirt, Piper tore a hole in the back so that his newly acquired wings could fit through and helped him to put in back on.
“Thanks mom, that helps.” Chris muttered, blushing slightly.
“Er, guys.” Wyatt said suddenly from across the room. “I think we have a problem.”<br> Both Piper and Chris turned abruptly towards Cole, who was now standing- enveloped in a blanket of glowing red. Through the light, Piper could see that his human features had been replaced by the demonic ones that she had long forgotten existed.
“Cole.” Phoebe cried, taking a step towards him.
Turing away from her, he let out a roar of anguish and shimmered out.
For the second time that evening, Phoebe fainted.
Wyatt went over to his aunt to attempt a revival while Piper shifted her attention over to Leo who was finally beginning to regain consciousness.
“Oww, my back.” He groaned as Piper helped him slowly sit up. Sensing a trend, Piper wordlessly tore a hole in the back of his shirt.
“Better?” she asked.
“Much better. What happened?”<br> “Well, it seems that what ever turned Mel demonic struck here. It also seems that this spell, or whatever, doesn’t just effect demons…it effects all magical beings.”<br> Leo looked over at his wife with confusion. “What?”<br> “The spell,” she began to explain slowly. “It converts all magical beings into their natural state. Demons to demons, angels to angels…”
The mans eyes widened as he realized what Piper was getting at and he slowly brought a hand towards his back where his suspicions were confirmed.
“My wings.” He whispered in shock. “You can see them.”<br> Piper raised an eyebrow. “An all these years I just assumed that ‘whitelighter wings’ was purely a figure of speech.”<br> “Er, no. We have literal wings.” Leo admitted sheepishly “They’re just concealed ninety nine percent of the time.”<br> “It would have been nice if you had mentioned that at some point, dad.” Chris muttered from a few feet away.
Leo turned to see a rather embarrassed looking Chris crouching behind a cushioned chair.
“Come on Chris, we don’t have time for this.” Piper sighed with a roll of her eyes. “Just show your father.”<br> The boy glared at his mother but decided that it was best to listen. Hesitantly, he came out from his hiding place- his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.
“Oh my!” Leo exclaimed in surprise.
Chris scowled. “Yea dad, thanks to you I can no longer hide the fact that I’m a freak.”<br> “Chris, I’m so sorry.” Leo replied pleadingly, his eyes fixated on his son’s heavenly white wings “We’ll fix this.”<br> “I know.” Chris muttered, now feeling slightly guilty for directing his anger at his father.
“Wyatt too?” Leo asked Piper.
She shook her head. “No, I think his shield stopped the spell from hitting him.”<br> “What about Paige?”<br> Piper and Chris both gasped.
“I have no idea.” The charmed one stated. “She went upstairs before it happened. I hope-” Her sentence was cut off by the sound of a scream…<br> Paige’s scream.
From the attic.
“Not good.” Chris muttered before grabbing his mothers arm and orbing them up to investigate.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:45:05 GMT -5
Chapter 4
When Leo Piper and Chris materialized in the attic seconds after hearing Paige’s scream, it was instantly clear what had been causing the youngest charmed one distress. Paige was standing in front of an old mirror, furiously trying to reach her back where she had sprouted a pair of perfectly white feathered wings- just like Chris and Leo.
“Piper!” she cried, as she caught sight of her sister’s reflection behind her. “Something’s happened to me…I fainted….and when I woke up, I had these!”<br> “It’s okay Paige,” Piper replied as calmly as she could. “It’s just a spell.”<br> “What? What spell?” Paige asked, still in panic mode.
“The same one that turned Mel demonic. I swept through here and it appears to have reverted all magical beings back to their original form.”<br> Paige scrunched up her face in confusion.
“Meaning that those of us who aren’t exactly human have been forced to show what we really are.” Chris cut it, clarifying what his mother had said.
Eyes wide, Paige whipped around to see that both her nephew and brother in law appeared to be in the same predicament as her. She let out a squeak of surprise. “This cannot be happening.” She muttered, her eyes still fixed on Chris and Leo.
“Sorry Aunt Paige, it is.” Chris replied, shifting uncomfortably under her gaze.
“I didn’t even think that whitelighters had actual wings.” She protested. “I mean, I know that technically they’re angels…but I thought mortals just made up the whole wing idea…”
Leo sighed and avoided Piper’s penetrating gaze; she was still not pleased with her husband for failing to tell her about this for the last twenty years. “No, we have literal wings.” he admitted “We just never let anyone see them- but with this spell it doesn’t seem like we have a choice.”<br> Paige folded her arms across her chest. “It would have been nice if you had mentioned this sooner Leo.”<br> “I never saw the need too!” he defended “I was pretty sure that it was a trait that part whitelighters would not inherit.”<br> The youngest charmed one rolled her eyes. “Well, obviously we did.” She said, gesturing at herself and Chris “There have only ever been three of us- you really can’t assume anything.”<br> Leo looked down at the floor.
“Where’s Wyatt?” Paige asked, turning towards Piper “Has he gone angelic on us too?”<br> “He’s downstairs, with Phoebe. And he managed to stay normal- I think his shield protected him from the spell.”<br> “Wish I had a shield.” Chris muttered bitterly. He had now moved in front of the mirror and was starring at his reflection in horror.
Piper shot him a look before continuing to give Paige a recap. “Wyatt’s fine…but Cole-”<br> Paige gasped. “Oh no, he didn’t…”
“Turn back into a demon? Yes, he did.” Leo replied, an odd expression across his face.
Suddenly, Wyatt orbed into the attic, looking nervous. He gave Paige a surprised glance before forcing himself to focus back on the task at hand. “Guys, I think you should come downstairs, something weird is defiantly going on.”<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Paige, Wyatt, Leo, Piper and Chris all orbed back down to the living room to see that Wyatt had turned the TV to the local news station.
“The streets are in chaos.” A frazzled looking reported was saying. “Citizens are urged to remain in their homes and lock all of their doors and windows. By all means, do not go outside unless absolutely necessary. This is not a Halloween prank. Back to you Polly.”<br> The screen changed from the man on the street corner to a woman sitting behind the news desk with a pile of papers in her hand. “Thanks Tim. We have just received word that the police have managed to capture and question three of the creatures. Not all of the information is being released at this time, but Channel Six had learned that tonight’s threats include so called ‘demons’ and something called ‘darklighters’. If you think you have seen any such creatures, you are advised to stay calm and contact the authorities. Do not make any sudden movements as all of these beings are believed to attack using arrows, knives, fire, and an array of other ‘supernatural’ powers. There is still no word why the creatures have suddenly infected our city, but authorities hope to have eliminated all of them within the next forty eight hours. Scientists are currently-”<br> Having heard enough, Piper turned off the TV, her face set with fierce determination.
“Okay…we have a bigger problem than we thought.”<br> The others, including the teary eyed Phoebe nodded in agreement. “This force, or whatever, seems to have effected every demon and super natural creature that is trying to blend in with normal society- and as expected, the mortals are not taking it too well.”<br> “We need to reverse this, quickly.” Paige added. “And to do that we’ll have to figure out who is responsible for this mess.”<br> “What if a write a power of three spell for you?” Wyatt suggested. “To summon the responsible party. Then we trap it with a crystal cage and find out what we need.”<br> Piper nodded at her son. “Good, go start working.”<br> Wyatt quickly orbed out.
“Paige,” Piper continued. “Can you go bottle some really strong potions, just in case we end up having to vanquish this demon?”<br> The youngest sister nodded obediently and began to head for the kitchen. Before she could reach the door, however, she froze at the sound of Phoebe’s sobs. Paige instantly rushed to her side.
“Oh, Phoebe, what is it sweetie?”<br> “My baby and my husband are out in that mess somewhere.” She cried in response “They’re demons!”<br> Piper sighed and sat down on Phoebe’s other side “It’ll be okay, we’ve got a plan- sort of- we’ll figure this out.” She placed her hand on Phoebe’s shoulder comfortingly, but Phoebe instantly pulled away.
She had finally snapped.
“I don’t what your pity, Piper.” she hissed dangerously.
Piper looked at her sister in confusion. “Phoebe, I-”<br> “Shove it Piper.” The middle sister shouted, tears streaming down her face. “You have no idea what I’m going through. You’ve always been perfect- the ‘good’ one- Nothing ever goes wrong with your family. I mean, your sons a freakin’ angel!” She glared over in Chris’ direction before continuing “How much more perfect does it get?”<br> Piper stood up slowly and backed away from her enraged sister, the shock and hurt evident on her face.
“Phoebe,” Leo cut in quietly as he wrapped his arms around his stunned wife “This isn’t you. You need to calm down, think about-”<br> “Cut the whitelighter crap Leo.” Phoebe spat back as she stood up and began heading for the front door. Reaching the hallway she turned back and surveyed them all for several seconds.
“You know what?” she said, a sadistic grin forming on her face. “What this family needs is a little visit from a darklighter. Maybe that would help to eliminate the trash that has infested this house over the years.”<br> “How dare you!” Paige shouted, trying to lunge at Phoebe. Chris grabbed her before she could do any damage and forced her back down.
Phoebe merely chuckled.
“Awww, is poor wittle Paigey mad at her big bad sister?” she mocked. “Because quite frankly, I don’t care. You’re just a half breed that nobody wanted. You’ll never really belong here.”<br> Paige sated back, wide eyed, and Chris could tell that she was fighting back tears. “Aunt Phoebe, I don’t know what gotten into you, but that’s enough!” he said, locking eyes with her.
Phoebe laughed again. “Poor Chris, trying to be all righteous, just like his idiot father. I’d watch my step if I were you angel- boy, I wouldn’t want to run into any more arrows.”<br> “Are you threatening my son?” Piper shrieked, struggling against Leo’s grasp. Lake Paige, she now wanted nothing more than to tackle her sister to the ground.
Phoebe shrugged. “I might be.” And with that she turned and left the house, slamming the door behind her, leaving the rest of the family in stunned silence.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:45:59 GMT -5
Chapter 5
Mel stood in a dark musty corner of the underworlds main meeting chamber, quietly surveying her surroundings. She had been among the first to shimmer down there and had simply watched as many others gradually joined.
The large cavern was now packed full of restless demons. Many had shimmered down in panic as their true- and often horrific- identities were suddenly revealed to those around them. Even the most upper level demons were unable to masquerade in human form.
None knew why or how it had happened- but they all wanted answers.
The more Mel thought about the situation, the more she felt conflicted. She knew she was a demon…and yet she knew that she was not…<br> Everything in her mind had become a confusing haze.
She could remember the pain she had experienced at the dance- and she could remember waking up with all of these strange new feelings inside of her….
She had wanted nothing more than to destroy all of the wretched innocents that had filled the gym, and then, she had been over come with the urge to annihilate the even more pathetic ‘being of good’ that had tried to stop her.
Chris.
Whitelighters were weak…useless…the opposite of demons.
And yet, she had hesitated. She had warned him…told him to leave.
She should have shot him right away and finished him off….but something inside of her would not allow it….
In the end, he had been arrogantly stubborn, and had not left when she told him too. She had shot at him anyway…just as he orbed away.
She didn’t know if he was still alive.
The thought filled her with both dread and hope…<br> “Melinda.” A deep voice said from behind her.
She turned abruptly to face the speaker. “Father!” she exclaimed, a glint in her now red eyes. “I was wondering when you would come.”<br> Cole grinned, showing his pointed yellow teeth, and gave his daughter a rough embrace. “It feels good to be myself again.” He stated gleefully, glancing around the cave. “And to be in the company of fellow demons. I should have brought you down here more often.”<br> “It’s okay father.” Mel replied. “At least we are here now. Free from the restraints of stupid morals. I feel so…invigorated.”<br> He grinned again and gave her a rough pat on the back. “I always knew that you took after me. We don’t belong with the rest of that goodie- goodie family.”<br> At the mention of the word family, Mel’s head snapped up. That was a concept that was beginning to feel foreign to her…but a part of her continued to desire it.
“You should have seen the panic tonight.” Cole continued with amusement. “The youngest whitelighter brat almost died from the arrow.”<br> “Then…then he is alive?” Mel questioned. She felt relieved…and angry.
“Yes, the elder healed him in time. But if you wish to finish the job later than it can be arranged.” Cole paused. “It will be hard to miss the boy now, we can easily target him and the rest…just as we have returned to our true form, they have returned to theirs…I saw just before I left.”<br> Mel furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”<br> “I mean that they have become angels.” The man explained. “Literally. With white feathered wings. Despicable. But fortunately, it makes it extremely difficult for them to blend in with a crowd…perhaps we should let some of the darklighters know.”<br> “Perhaps.”<br> Their attention was suddenly turned to a loud spectacle taking place on their right- two large, brutish demons were dodging each others fire balls while the crowd around them cheered. One of the two was finally hit and he exploded into a pile of ash with an agonizing scream- the crowd cheered even louder and another competitor stepped into the circle.
Cole gave a hearty laugh. “I don’t know why I ever gave up this life.” He muttered, more to himself than to Mel.
“Mom.” The girl blurted out suddenly. “You gave it up to be with mom.”<br> The mans demonic features twisted slightly as he contemplated what she had said. “You are right.” He began. “I loved her…I do love her.”<br> There was a slight pause.
“I wish she was here too.” Mel said, feeling slightly ashamed for her show of weakness…but again, those annoying ‘feelings’ were welling up inside of her.
“Perhaps she can be...” Cole mused, looking as thoughtful as a demon could. “Maybe you could summon her…with a spell…make her want to join us.”<br> Mel’s eyes brightened instantly. “Perfect.” It was a wonderful idea…she would not have to give up this new life, or her mother. They could all be together…away from the rest of the family that had already been corrupted by good.
She searched her mind for the correct wording…it had to be just right if it was going to achieve all that they wanted.
Magic forces black and white
Reaching out through space and light.
Your aid is needed on this night.
We call to Phoebe Halliwell.
Change her morals with this spell
And bring her forth to where we dwell.
Mel finished her chant and looked up towards her father. “Do you think it worked?” she asked hopefully.
“We will soon know.” He replied.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 25, 2005 21:47:04 GMT -5
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Phoebe stood on the front steps of the Halliwell manor, numb with shock. Her head was spinning as she went over the events of the past few minutes.
Had she really meant what she had said?
She wasn’t sure…<br> Something had come over her…suddenly…it had been almost like a spell…causing so many new emotions…making her say horrible things…<br> She had hurt Paige, threatened Chris and yelled at Piper- despite the fact that she had always loved all of her family members deeply.
She didn’t really mean it. She didn’t want the whitelighters in her family dead…she loved them…<br> Didn’t she?
All of a sudden, things did not seem as certain as they always had…she was filled with anger, jealousy, rage…<br> She hated Piper for having the ideal family…she was resentful…her husband was a demon, her daughter was a demon…they had left her…<br> And all the while Piper’s family stood; mocking her with their perfection. Their goodness. Piper’s husband was an angel…her sons were angels…<br> So was Paige.
They were all better than her.
They pitied her.
‘Poor Phoebe with her demonic family’<br> …they would never say it, but that was what they felt. She could tell.
It had finally caused her to snap. She couldn’t take it any more. She didn’t want to live like that.
Things would be so much easier if she was evil too…she could join her family in ‘hell’, while Piper joined hers in ‘heaven’.
That was the way things were meant to be.
The option suddenly felt very appealing to her…she wanted to find Cole and Mel…join them…and maybe even follow up on the threats that she had made…<br> Maybe she did hate the whitelighters after all.
Yes, that was what she would do. Join them.
All she needed now was a way to locate them…<br> She stood for several seconds, searching her brain for a solution when, as if in answer to her desires, she felt a strange sensation flow throughout her body…it was pulling her down…<br> Her vision turned black.
The pull grew stronger.
She whirled down….
…farther and farther until suddenly, she landed with a painful thump. A red hand appeared before her- offering to help- pulling her back to her feet.
It was Cole’s hand.
She had found them.
“Welcome mother.” Mel’s voice said from behind her. “We were hoping that you would come.”<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Meanwhile, the rest of the Halliwell family sat around the living room, still shocked by Phoebe’s strange out burst.
Piper had forced Chris on to her lap- with was rather awkward considering the fact that he was almost a foot taller than her and now had a large pair of wings to get in the way.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Piper muttered for the tenth time- more to reassure herself than to reassure her son. “You’ll be okay.”<br> “Mom, I’ll be fine.” Chris half groaned, trying to struggle out of her grip. “Please let go. You’re crushing my wings.”<br> Piper reluctantly released her grip and Chris instantly stood up beside her chair, his feathers ruffling slightly. “That’s better.” He mumbled.
“Don’t worry Piper.” Leo said, comfortingly placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. “Nothings going to happen to him.”<br> At that moment, Wyatt orbed into the room with a sheet of paper. He looked quite pleased with himself and he obviously remained unaware of what had happened when he had been in the other room.
“I wrote a power of three spell to summon the demon.” He proclaimed, handing the sheet to his mother.
“That’s great Wyatt.” Paige said with a sigh from her position on the couch. “But unfortunately we don’t have the power of three.”<br> Wyatt starred at his aunt with confusion for several seconds before surveying the room. “Where’s Aunt Phoebe?” he asked.
There was a slight pause as they all contemplated a response.
“She- er- left.” Chris answered. “It seemed like she had been pushed over the edge by what’s happened to Cole and Mel…she stormed out and sort of threatened to kill us.”<br> Wyatt’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he tried to absorb what his brother had just told him. “Kill us?” he questioned. “She was fine a second ago.”<br> “Yeah, well now she wants to send a darklighter to the manor.” Chris replied, his tone not reflecting the seriousness of the situation.
The others nodded in agreement, and Wyatt shakily took a seat next to Paige. “This is not good.” He muttered. “Do you know where she went?
“Underworld.” Leo said suddenly. “I can’t sense her anymore…”
Paige rolled her eyes. “I guess she wanted to join them. Figures. The evil ones usually like to stick together.”<br> “Paige!” Piper exclaimed, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. “I know that she said some horrible things, but she’s still our sister. She’s not evil.”<br> “I beg to differ.” Paige shot back. “Anyone who is willing to marry a demon has to be evil some where deep inside.” She paused. “You know, this never would have happened if we hadn’t let Cole back into out lives…I mean, just when we thought he was gone for good, bam, he comes back. Maybe if we vanquish him…”
“We are not going to vanquish Cole!” Piper cut in, shocked at what her youngest sister was saying. “This isn’t Cole’s fault. Or Mel’s. Some demon cast a spell that’s affecting them…they are not acting on their free will.”<br> “Phoebe is.” Paige countered.
“Maybe not…” Wyatt mused. “Maybe something’s happened to her too.”<br> Everyone was silent as they pondered what Wyatt had said.
It WAS possible that she was also being influenced…<br> “Either way, we have to find her if we are going to get anything done.” Wyatt stated, getting up and making his way towards the stairs. “I’ll go to the underworld and locate her.”<br> “No.” Piper said forcefully, jumping up to stop her oldest son from going any further. “You’re not going down there. They’ll sense you.”<br> Wyatt sighed; his mother was always being overprotective. “I’ll be fine- I’ll drink a blocking potion before I go…I’m the only one who can go down there, Mom. You can’t teleport, and they-” He looked up at his father, brother and aunt. “Will defiantly get noticed.”<br> “Stupid wings.” Chris muttered bitterly from across the room.
“Fine.” Piper said with defeat; she was too worn out to argue now. “Let’s go to the attic and get what you need.” And with that, mother and son headed up the stairs, leaving the remaining three family members alone in the room.
“This sucks.” Chris said with frustration as he watched them go. “I want to go with him.”<br> “You know you can’t, Chris.” Leo replied with a sigh. “Wyatt’s right, you’ll be a walking target.”<br> The boy continued to scowl. “I hate being an angel.” He muttered, folding his arms across his chest and pouting.
Leo looked rather hurt and looked up to meet his son’s eyes. “You don’t mean that.” He whispered with a hint of hope in his voice.
“Your right.” Chris said after several seconds, looking thoughtful. “It’s much better than being a demon.”<br> “Undoubtedly.” Paige stated “I don’t know why we allowed demons into this family in the first place. I still say we should vanquish him.”<br> Leo and Chris exchanged a brief glance.
“So do I.” Leo said quietly.
Chris remained silent, but as he thought about it, he realized that he agreed.
Cole and Mel were evil.
Demons.
They had no place in this family.
They did not deserve another chance…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Piper and Wyatt stood quietly in the attic looking for the correct potion. They needed one that would prevent Wyatt’s good from being sensed while he searched the underworld for Phoebe. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he was found- part whitelighters were even less welcomed in the underworld that witches.
They would probably have a darklighter on him in seconds.
“Got it.” Wyatt declared as he pulled out a small red bottle. “I think I’m all set.”<br> Piper gave a slow nod. “Be careful honey…okay? And remember, Phoebe is acting strange, you may have to force her back.”<br> “Yes Mom.” He said, giving her a reassuring smile. “You know,” he continued hesitantly “I don’t think she’s the only one acting strange…Aunt Paige seemed a bit off too.”<br> “I know…I thought she had gotten over the whole Cole issue. Accepted him.”<br> “She had…” Wyatt said quietly. “But I think that maybe this spell does more than change physical appearance; think about it- even if Cole and Mel looked like demons they wouldn’t necessarily start throwing fire balls at innocents or shimmering down to the underworld…that means they have undergone mental changes too…”
Piper’s eyes widened. “So…do you think that maybe Paige…?”<br> “Is acting more like a typical Whitelighter.” Wyatt cut in with a nod. “I don’t think she can help it…trust me, it can be hard to over come some of the genetic tendencies associated with being a whitelighter. Under this spell, I don’t think Paige, or any of them, can repress it any more.”<br> “It makes sense.” The woman agreed “Whitelighters are supposed to hate all demons- no questions asked. They are exact opposites. If Paige hates Cole…then Leo and Chris…”
“Keep an eye on them.” Wyatt urged as he leant down to give his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon.”<br> He prepared to orb, but before he could even begin to dissolve a loud crash echoed from down stairs.
“Darklighter!” Paige’s voce screamed.
Piper and Wyatt exchanged a frantic look before bolting towards the stairs, hoping it wasn’t already too late…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 26, 2005 2:42:47 GMT -5
Chapter 6 Updated- 26 Jan 2005
“Attack them now, before they have more time to prepare.” Phoebe urged the eager young darklighter.
It had not been long since her appearance in the underworld and she, along with Mel and Cole, had managed to locate the darklighter among the crowd of various demons. Interestingly, it seemed that the strange spell had affected him too- the creature that stood before her had a large pair of jet black feathered wings- similar to those she had seen on Chris, Leo and Paige with the exception of the colour.
A slow grin spread across the darklighter’s face as he thought over what he had just been told. “Yes. If I am able to breech the manor as you have told me too, then I shall easily be able to eliminate them all.”<br> “Excellent.” The woman replied, her eyes glinting maliciously. With her arrival in the underworld had come an even stronger desire to eliminate the ‘good’ that had seeped into her family over the years. She wanted them dead. Gone.
Except for Piper…<br> Piper had always been there for her- they had experienced so much together- both as they grew up and as they developed as the Charmed ones.
She did not want Piper hurt.
She wanted her at her side so that she too could experience the great sense of freedom that Phoebe was experiencing now.
Paige was worthless; a poor substitute for Prue.
Leo had always been hopelessly diluted by his stupid sense of morality.
Wyatt and Chris were too much like their father to be of any use…<br> Piper was the only one worth saving…the only one who deserved to live.
“Go. Now.” Phoebe stated coolly, addressing the darklighter. “Kill the whitelighters and bring the witch back to me.”<br> Without another moment’s hesitation the creature orbed out in a swirl of darkness, ready to complete the task that his kind had dreamed of for years; killing the half breed Charmed one, the half breed progenies, and the whitelighter that always protected them all…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“Darklighter!” Paige’s voce screamed again as Wyatt and Piper appeared in the manor’s living room.
Piper felt her heart rate increase wildly as she took a moment to survey the scene before her.
Leo lay unconscious and bloodied on the floor, a deadly arrow protruding from his chest.
Chris was cowering behind the couch and a frantic Paige continually orbed to random spots around the room between her cries for help.
It seemed strange that neither showed any intention of actually fighting back…<br> “Hey.” Piper yelled, instantly jumping back to reality. She had learned many years ago that even a few seconds could make all the difference when dealing with demonic attacks.
The darklighter turned around to face her, his eyes full of premature triumph. “I’m not here to harm you, witch.” He stated “I’m here for the rest of them.”<br> The creature raised his bow again and this time aimed it at Wyatt who had not moved since entering the room.
“No!” Piper cried with a frenzied wave of her hands. Unfortunately, she did not manage to strike the darklighter himself, but she did blast the weapon out of his hands. The bow flung across the room, landing with a loud thud a few inches away from Chris.
The darklighter tried to make a dash for it but she managed to freeze him before he could take more than two steps.
“Who sent you?” she demanded, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She was not one to be messed with when her family’s welfare was threatened. “Tell me now or I’ll blast you to pieces.”<br> The darklighter hesitated slightly before giving in. “A…a witch I think…down in the underworld, with two demons. She said if I attacked now I could get rid of the whitelighters…”
Piper’s heart sunk as her fears were confirmed.
Phoebe had done it…Phoebe wanted her family dead.
Something was seriously wrong- she knew that deep down; her sister would never betray them like this.
At least, she didn’t think so…<br> Piper gave a loud sigh and, knowing that she had received all of the information she needed, she blew the darklighter into tiny bits with a flick of her hands.
“That will teach you.” She muttered under her breath as she stared down at the slight scorch mark that remained on the floor. It felt good to get out some of her aggression after this terribly stressful and confusing night.
“Mom.” Chris said from across the room as he stood up and moved out of his hiding place. “You need to help dad. Get the arrow out, I’ll heal him.”<br> Piper’s attention instantly turned towards her husband as she rushed over to his side. For the second time that day, she pulled out the darklighter’s arrow, hoping that there was still enough time left to save him. He was still breathing- that was always a good sign.
She moved aside as Chris slowly healed his father and gave a sigh of relief as Leo sat back up. “Piper. Chris.” He whispered, his eyes still unfocused. “Is everyone alright?”<br> “Everyone’s fine.” Piper replied, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “Stressed out, but still fine.”<br> “Phoebe sent him.” Paige said with a hint of bitterness from across the room. “This is all her fault…I really think we need a vanquishing potion- Cole is obviously having an even worse impact on her now.”<br> Groaning inwardly, Piper stood back up and turned to face her youngest sister. It seemed that Wyatt was right; the spell was affecting Paige mentally as well as physically. The whitelighter in her wanted to see Cole- and all demons for that matter- dead.
“We’re not vanquishing him.” Piper stated, folding her arms across her chest. “And I know that you don’t really mean that- you’re being influenced by the spell.”<br> Paige scoffed. “I am not! I’ve never seen things so clearly. It’s simple. Demons are bad and it’s up to witches to get rid of them- without exception. There is no such thing as a good demon and-”<br> “Paige.” Piper cut in with exasperation. “Something IS happening to you. You’re not seeing clearly, you’re seeing like a whitelighter, which, sometimes, have a very biased view of the world. You’re picking up their characteristics…think about it…” she glanced briefly at Leo and Chris before continuing. “Why didn’t you fight back against the darklighter?”
There was a short pause.
“Because…” Paige began slowly. “I…I don’t want to fight.”<br> “Me neither.” Chris stated thoughtfully. “It was strange…it was there, right in front of me, but I just couldn’t bring myself to use any destructive powers.”<br> Piper nodded slowly, having proven her point.
“Exactly.” She said quietly. “Aside from showing your true physical form, this spell had brought out your true nature as well. You just have to fight it…we’re going to find a way to reverse the spell…everything will go back to normal and we’ll all be one big happy family again.”<br> She could not keep the apprehension out of her voice as she spoke; as the hours ticked by, it was beginning to seem less and less likely that they would all be reunited.
She hoped that it wasn’t already too late to reverse the damage that had been done.
Could she ever really forgive Phoebe for wanting to kill her husband and sons?
“Now,” she continued, not wanting to hear anymore argument. “I want all of you to go to the dining room. We’re going to set up crystals to keep you safe, and I’m going to clean up this mess.” She glanced down at the cross bow and bloodied arrow that lay on the wooden floor.
“But Mom-” Chris began to protest. Piper held up a hand to silence him.
“No buts, Christopher.” She said, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Phoebe could send more darklighters- you’re all very venerable right now.”<br> “I’m still going to get her.” Wyatt cut in from behind her. “I’ve taken the blocking potion- no one will know what I am. I’ll get Phoebe back here and we’ll reverse whatever curse she’s under.”<br> “You’re not going, Wyatt. It isn’t safe…” Piper protested, her motherly instincts not wanting her precious little boy put in any danger.
Wyatt, however, refused to be swayed. He, like both of his parents, was undeniably stubborn. “I’m going.” He stated once again, before orbing out in a swirl of blue and giving his mother no further time for protest.
Piper resisted the urge to cry out as she watched her oldest son leave. She felt so helpless…he was heading into danger, and there was nothing she could do.
Somewhere inside of her, however, she knew that this was the only way. They needed the power of three…they needed Phoebe back. Soon. And Wyatt was the only one capable of getting her.
All she could do now was hope for the best and protect the rest of the family. “Alright.” She muttered. “You three, in the dining room. Do not even think about getting close to that cross bow.”<br> Knowing that it was best just to obey Piper when she was in one of her moods, Leo, Chris and Paige reluctantly did as they were told.
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 26, 2005 2:43:42 GMT -5
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Wyatt appeared in a hidden alcove of the main chamber, unseen and unsensed by the surrounding demons.
He wanted to get this done quickly. He would find Phoebe, grab her and orb her out before anyone had time to stop him.
It really wouldn’t be too hard.
His mother had no reason to worry.
Focusing briefly, he sensed her presence to his left and slowly began moving in the right direction. Surprise was an important element to his plan; if he was seen by Mel, Cole or Phoebe then he would be in serious trouble. The rest of the demons may have been unable to detect his true identity due to the potion, but his family knew what he was…and how to kill him.
He had to catch them unawares.
He made his way around a small group of brute demons and tried not to notice the strange looks they gave him. He realized suddenly that he still looked rather out of place down there; ugly and very inhuman looking demons filled that cave- their twisted features a contrast to his unaltered ones.
‘Get Phoebe. Get out.’ His mind screamed as he continued his trek.
The sooner, the better.
He could feel that he was approaching.
He was getting close.
But before he could reach her, a flash of light filled the room, distracting his attention, before fading out just as abruptly as it had appeared.
A large figure had appeared out of the flash; standing on a raised podium…he was evidently a demon of some importance.
“Friends.” His loud voice boomed from the front of the chamber. “So glad that you could join me.”<br> Wyatt, along with almost every demon in the room turned towards the strange new arrival. He was a large and brutish looking demon; probably an upper level one with a significant amount of power.
Wyatt could not help but wonder what he was up to…perhaps he was the one responsible for this entire mess…<br> “It has been so long since some of you have visited the underworld- your true home.” The demon continued with a slight smirk. “Many of you have hid among the humans…trying to ignore your inner desires. Those days are over, my friends- no longer will we hide ourselves. We will rise up- show the humans who their superiors are- and roam the earth as ourselves…doing as we please.”<br> The loud buzz of many conversations filled the room and the confused demons tried to absorb what had been said. Many seemed as if they were still disoriented from the night’s events- from being abruptly torn from the new normalcy they had established.
“That is a right which belongs to us…we are meant to rule over the weak.”<br> Wyatt could hardly believe what he was hearing…he had had no previous knowledge of a new and powerful demon with such plans…usually, he and the rest of the family knew about and eliminated threats before they became too serious.
The sound of clapping and cheering filled the room.
The demon was winning the crowd over easily.
Wyatt began to look around frantically, he knew that he had to complete his task even more quickly now. He needed to get back and warn the family before it was too late…<br> Phoebe.
He spotted her suddenly…with two demons that could only be Cole and Mel.
The young witch-whitelighter began to push through the crowds, his blue eyes set on his ultimate goal. The demon continued to speak, but the words did not register in his brain…he was much too distracted to pay them any notice.
He had not taken more than a few steps, however, when he felt a familiar sensation overcome him…it was the sensation he felt every time his shield was about to go up.
A sickening fear filled him. This was the worst possible time for this to happen…the sight of the blue glowing force field would attract more than a few demons in his direction.
Focusing hard, he managed to keep it down, but he could not help but wonder why it had tried to go up in the first place…there must have been some significant danger around…<br> His fear intensified as he suddenly realized what had caused it…<br> It was the grey mist.
The same type that had resulted in chaos at the manor earlier that day was making its way through the chamber.
It was too late to stop it now- he had been hit this time- he knew it.
He could feel it.
The world was beginning to become fuzzy. He needed to get out of there.
Now.
A demon to his left noticed his sudden pain. There was something oddly familiar about her…
“Whitelighter.” She shrieked, her spiteful voice pounding painfully in his head. “There’s a whitelighter over here.”<br> The demons turned in his direction.
He was in serious trouble now…<br> Focusing his last ounce of strength, Wyatt forced himself to orb, hoping desperately that he managed to make it all the way back to the manor.
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Chris sat, pouting, at on one of the dining room chairs. Wyatt had left fifteen minutes ago and he was still bitter that he had not been able to go too. He loved going on missions with his brother…but tonight, his stupid wings had prevented his participation.
Deep down, he knew it was probably for the best. As his mother had pointed out, his changes that night where not simply physical; he found himself fighting an internal battle too. Part of him wanted to be in the underworld with Wyatt…but the other part could not stand the thought…that part wanted to find a peaceful solution to the problem…<br> If he was put in a battle situation, he wasn’t sure how he would react. Maybe he would fight- maybe he wouldn’t…<br> Quite frankly, he didn’t want to find out.
His thoughts fluttered briefly to the events earlier on that night. In all of the chaos, he had almost forgotten about the dance. He wasn’t sure if he could ever show himself at school again, now that everyone knew he was far from normal…<br> Most days, he didn’t really hate what he was- and some days he even thought that being a witch-whitelighter was sort of cool…but today, he wished more than anything that he was like everyone else. This spell had harshly reminded him of just how different he really was. He had always found some comfort in the fact that at least he looked human, but tonight he had discovered that this had been a false assumption.
He wasn’t really human- he never had been.
He was an angel, and in his ‘true form’ he had white feathered wings- just like those that people had depicted for centuries…<br> Could he ever really remain a part of regular society?
Could he have regular friends?
…Jenny.
His mind was instantly filled with the lovely image of the girl he had loved for so long. The girl he had always found it so easy to relate to. She was wonderful, and beautiful and perfect…but he should never have brought her to the dance. She knew his secret now…she’d hate him…fear him.
She had seen him blow up into a mass of orbs at the hands of his demonic cousin…he had left her at the dance…confused and alone…<br> There was no chance they could ever be together now.
“Chris? What’s wrong?” his father asked, his voice laced with concern as he noticed his son’s grim face.
Chris considered telling the truth- explaining that he felt like a freak and that he had ruined all of his chances of normalcy.
It was all his father’s fault...he was the reason Chris had been born this way… but the boy did not feel that this was the right time to discuss these issues.
“Nothing.” He replied quietly.
Leo sighed, unconvinced, and took a seat across from his son. “Chris, I know that this is hard on you…and I know that I probably should have told you about these things sooner but…”
He trailed off and his eyes filled with a sudden fear.
Seconds later, Chris understood why.
Wyatt.
Wyatt was out of the underworld, but he was till in trouble…<br> “No,” Chris whispered as he stood up abruptly and tore out of the room.
“What’s going on?” Piper asked as her youngest son passed by. “You’re supposed to stay in the other room.”<br> Chris, however, ignored his mother and did not stop until he had reached the closet. Wyatt needed help and he was going to provide it.
Yanking open the door, Chris grabbed his father’s large brown coat and hastily put it on to cover up his wings.
“Chris, where-” Piper began again, but before she could finish the boy dissolved into a swirl of blue, thinking of nothing else but saving his brother…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 26, 2005 2:44:47 GMT -5
Wyatt rolled over with a groan. He could feel the rough pavement against his chest and he was suddenly very aware that he did not seem to be wearing a shirt.
His head was still spinning and it took him several seconds to remember what had just happened. The underworld…Phoebe…<br> Wyatt’s heart began to pound wildly as it slowly came together…he had orbed away from the demons, but he had obviously not made it back to the manor. As his eye sight cleared, he could see that he was lying face down on a side walk…and that a small horde of people had surrounded him. They were all watching him…with a combination of awe, curiosity and apprehension.
The spell…<br> He had been hit by it down in the underworld, and that could only mean one thing…<br> A quick reach towards his back confirmed that his suspicions were indeed correct. His shield had not been there to protect him this time; now, he had wings too. And to make matters much worse, he had ended up in a public area where a whole bunch of people had seemingly discovered him and were now continuing to gawk.
He wanted nothing more than to orb away, but he knew that exposing more magic was not wise and, much to his displeasure knew that he was still too weak anyway. He would just have to do his best to deal the situation and get away as soon as possible.
Slowly, and somewhat painfully, Wyatt forced himself to his feet. The crowd had begun to mummer now that he had regained hic consciousness.
“Did you fall down from the heavens?” A young girl asked suddenly, her blue eyes wide with awe.
Wyatt sighed. “Um, not exactly.”<br> “But…you are a real angel…” she persisted. Everyone else grew quiet, anxious for an answer to that very question.
“No…” he began quietly, searching for a good explanation. “It’s just a costume…now if you’ll excuse me- ouch!”<br> He stopped mid sentence as he felt a sharp pain near the base of his left wing. Turing around, he could see that a man had stepped forward and pulled out one of the feathers. “They’re real, he is and angel.” The man decaled somewhat triumphantly.
Wyatt sighed, wishing that mortals were not so aggressive…he did not appreciate being stared at like some sort of freak; even though he knew he was one…<br> “Are you here to save us from the bad things, angel?” the little girl asked, not taking her eyes off of him.
He realized that she meant the demons which had suddenly been forced to show themselves all over the city. Deciding that it was best just to give in and tell them what they wanted to hear, he gave a slow nod. “Yes, that’s my job. I fight bad things everyday.” He paused. “Now I suggest that you all go back home…it’s not safe out here tonight.”<br> Nobody moved.
‘Great.’ Wyatt thought to himself with annoyance. ‘They all just want to stand here and stare at me…this can’t possibly get any worse.’<br> But he had thought too soon.
Bright blue lights began to appear beside him and before the figure even materialized Wyatt knew who it was. Chris should have known to stay at the manor…his brother really was an idiot sometimes.
“Wy, I sensed that you needed help.” Chris began frantically before, looking at his brother in concern.
Wyatt sighed. “Yeah, well, now we both do.” He muttered.
The younger brother looked up and took in his surroundings with apparent shock. The awestruck crowd was even more enthralled than they had been before.
Chris swore under his breath as his eyes grew wide.
“Are you an angel too?” someone asked.
“He must be.” Someone else replied. “Didn’t you see how he got here?”<br> Before Chris managed to bring himself out of his stunned state, the same man that had pulled out Wyatt’s feather managed to yank the large brown coat off of the younger Halliwell’s shoulders.
The crowd gasped and Chris blushed bright red with embarrassment.
“Two angels.” The little girl squeaked. “We have two angels to save us.”<br> Wyatt rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed more than anything. “Nice going genius.” He muttered to his brother. “How are you going to get us out of this one?”<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!! I'd really love some feed back!
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Post by CanadianHalliwell on Jan 26, 2005 22:00:15 GMT -5
This is so good. When I think of the wings, I remember the movie with John Travolta called Michael and he played an angel with wings. This fic is really good. Keep it up!
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 29, 2005 3:25:34 GMT -5
“Okay, we admit it, we’re real, live angels.” Wyatt said slowly as he bent down to pick up both the brown coat Chris had worn and his own discarded shirt (that, evidently, one of the mortals had torn off him when he had been unconscious). “And we are trying really hard to save you…but to do that, we need to be left alone.”<br> The crowd remained stationary- it was beginning to seem that no matter what they said, these people were unwilling to leave.
Chris could still fell the warm blush on his cheeks as he stood, being uncomfortably scrutinized by the surrounding people. He was mentally kicking himself for rushing to Wyatt without considering what he would find when he arrived…Wyatt alone would probably have been able to make an exit, but now that both of them were there, things were slightly more complicated.
“Should we orb?” Chris asked his brother in a whisper. “They’ve already seen me do it.”
Wyatt shook his head. “I don’t think so- the less magic we expose the better- for all we know, someone could be taping this. We’ll have to make a break for it the old fashioned way.”<br> Chris groaned. That meant running; he hated running.
“How come you don’t have halos?” One of the mortals near the back of the crowd asked curiously.
Wyatt stifled a laugh and Chris rolled his eyes. “Because we left them at home.” He replied, his voice thick with sarcasm. “…and we really need to go get them. Now. So…We’ll see you around.”<br> The crowd stared at him, confused by his strange response.
With a quick glance at each other, both brothers took their opportunity to push their way out of the circle of observers. Throwing all of their weight into it, they roughly moved through the mass and towards freedom.
“Don’t let them leave!” someone cried just as they both broke free.
Various people began to trail them as they began their frantic dash down the quiet street, but thankfully, none were fast enough to catch up.
“I think we’re near school.” Wyatt huffed, still running as they rounded the second block. “We can find a good hiding spot there and orb home.”<br> Chris was too out of breath to reply, but he gave a slight nod as he continued to follow his brother’s lead.
Sure enough, Bay Side High- the place where Chris’ eventful night had begun- came slowly into sight.
“I think we’ve officially lost all of them.” Wyatt said quietly as they entered the abandoned parking lot. “I don’t think I could have taken another minute of their stupid questions.”<br> “And the starring.” Chris added bitterly as he finally caught his breath. “I hate being looked at like some kind of freak.”<br> Wyatt gave him a small smile, knowing exactly how he felt. “Well, we’re certainly not normal…” he replied, trying to sound light-hearted about the situation. “But yes, I agree. Being stared at sucks.”
“So, what happened to you?” Chris asked, glancing at Wyatt’s newly acquired wings. “I thought your shield stopped you from getting hit.”<br> “It did. The first time…” Wyatt began to explain as the two brothers continued a brusque walk towards the back of the school. “But when I was down in the underworld I felt it trying to activate again so I forced it to stay down to avoid the exposure.”<br> “And you got hit with the freaky mist thing?”<br> Wyatt sighed. “Yes. Thus the wings.”<br> The younger brother nodded and avoided Wyatt’s eyes. He knew it was horrible, but in a strange way he was happy to see Wyatt in the same predicament- for once, being the ‘twice blessed’ hadn’t been able to prevent the problem.
“They suit you.” Chris said after a slight pause, his face breaking into a grin. “You defiantly look the part more than I do. Little blonde curls…big blue eyes…”
Wyatt shook his head in mock exasperation and chose to ignore his brother’s comments. “Here.” Said, cutting Chris off as he flung the coat he had been carrying at him. “Put this back on- just in case.”<br> Deciding to listen, Chris awkwardly pulled on the coat as Wyatt did the same with his shirt.
“This is all dad’s fault you know.” Chris grumbled as he shifted uncomfortably. The coat may have done a good job coving up the wings, but it also squished them somewhat painfully. “I’m totally going to yell at him when this is over.”<br> “Yeah, well I think mom will probably beat you to it.” Wyatt laughed quietly before turning his expression more serious. “IF this ever does end…” he paused. “I Saw Phoebe in the under world…with Cole and Mel…but I didn’t get to her in time, and now she knows that I was coming for her, she’ll be on the look out.”<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 29, 2005 3:28:56 GMT -5
“This sucks.” Chris replied, kicking a discarded can to emphasise his frustration. “Phoebe’s nuts, Cole and Mel are demonic, and we look ridiculous. On top of that, the power of three is disbanded and there is a chance that we’ll be stuck like this forever.” He gave a loud sigh before deciding to talk to his brother about the issues that had been bothering him all night. Chris had never really been one to open up to others- in fact, the only person he had ever been fully truthful with was his brother. They had always been close, and they had always understood each other in ways that no one else could. “Don’t you ever wish that we were normal, Wy?” he asked, looking down at the ground.
Wyatt took a few seconds to contemplate his response. “Yes.” He began slowly. “But then I think about all the good we’ve done- and will do- and I know that none of that would be possible if we weren’t…different.”<br> “I guess.” Chris muttered. “But it would be nice to have a break, once in awhile. I want to be able to have friends without worrying about exposing magic and keeping so much of my self a secret-”<br> He trailed off, feeling somewhat ashamed for being so selfish. Wyatt was right; they did do a lot of good. That’s what being a witch and a whitelighter was supposed to be about…<br> “I know how you feel.” Wyatt replied with understanding. “It’s not like we asked to be born this way, and it would be nice to not worry about demons and innocents all the time. But sometimes, you just have to deal with what life gives you and be glad that it’s not worse.”<br> “Yeah, you’re right, it could be worse. We could be part demon.”<br> Wyatt sighed. “That’s not exactly what I meant…”
“Think about it.” Chris cut in. “That would be worse…I mean, you know how sometimes you have to fight the pacifist tendencies?”<br> The older brother nodded.
“Well,” Chris continued. “It must be the opposite for Cole, and Mel. They must always have a little part of themselves that’s telling them to kill…to hurt people. I don’t even want to imagine what that’s like…it must be terrible.”<br> Wyatt looked pensive. “I never looked at it that way.” He mused as they continued to walk. They had finally reached the back of the school where there were many large dumpsters which would be able to conceal them as they orbed.
“We can continue this later.” Wyatt said.
Chris nodded and approached one of the dumpsters, happy that they were about to head back to the safety of the manor. That would certainly be much better than walking around outside in fear of being further exposed.
“Over here.” Chris stated as he glanced behind the largest one. “There’s enough space for us to fit.”<br> Wyatt quickly joined his brother, feeling equally relieved. “Ready to go?” he asked.
“Definatly.”<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Jan 29, 2005 3:29:59 GMT -5
The two were about to orb out when Chris whipped abruptly around, searching the area for something.
“What is it?” Wyatt asked, his voice full of concern.
“I sense someone.” Chris replied, barely above a whisper. “Over in the trees.”<br> Wyatt tried to focus, but he could not detect what ever Chris had. “Are you sure? Is it evil?”<br> “No.” the dark haired boy replied “Not evil. Familiar…” he paused. “I’ll be right back.” And with that, he took off before Wyatt had a chance to question him further.
Chris ran quickly into the small wooded area behind the school, looking frantically around for who ever he had detected. There was something oddly recognisable about who ever it was, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Pushing aside a fallen branch, Chris walked further into the trees, knowing that he was getting closer and closer with each step.
“Hello?” he called quietly. “Is anyone there?”<br> No one answered. Perhaps it was a terrified student from the dance who had fled the gym during Mel’s little display. Whoever it was, he could tell that they were afraid…and confused.
He continued to forge ahead, determined to find what he was looking for. Trying not to become distracted by the sounds of rustling leaves and scuttling squirrels, he focused as hard as he could, drawing on the best of his sensing abilities.
“Is anyone there?” he asked again, louder this time.
After a slight pause, a timid female voice answered. “Chris?”<br> He was right; who ever it was knew him. Felling both relieved that he had located the person, and proud that he had been right, Chris turned in the direction of the voice.
“Yes, it’s Chris.” He replied gently, hoping to coax the girl out of hiding so that he could help her. “Why are you here? Who are you?”<br> There was a prolonged silence, and he began to wonder if he had in fact heard the response.
A few branches to his left moved slightly and his eye caught the movement of a person behind them. Yes, there was defiantly someone there.
A glimmer of moon light shone down on the small group of trees, softly illuminating the area and finally allowing Chris to see the girls face.
His heart almost stopped beating…<br> It was Jenny.
No wonder she had so seemed familiar.
It was Jenny, who he had taken to the dance. Jenny, who he had been infatuated with for so long.
“What are you doing in here?” he asked with concern as he took a step towards her.
She instantly took a step back and he noticed in the increased light that her face was red and tear streaked. He must have been right when he had contemplated the situation earlier; she had seen what had happened in the gym, she was afraid of him…<br> “Jenny please- tonight- I can explain.” He continued pleadingly, his green eyes meeting her blue.
He could see more tears begin to roll down her soft cheeks.
There was no hope.
“Chris.” She said suddenly, he voice soft and quavering. “I’m scared. Help me.”<br> He stared back at her, confused. It seemed that he had been somewhat correct- she was afraid- but, surprisingly not of him.
“Okay,” he replied. “What’s wrong? What can I do?”<br> “I…I…” she stuttered, obviously not sure if she should tell him or not. “Something’s happened to me…when I left the gym, I fainted and…” Jenny trailed off and, instead of continuing to speak; she stepped out from the trees that had concealed her.
Chris’ eyes widened in utter shock as he saw what had made her so frightened. She stood before him, still in the long sparking white dress and sequined tiara she had been wearing at the dance…only now; she also had a pair of white feathered wings…<br> “Oh.” The boy choked, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.
All of this time he had thought that he was virtually alone…<br> That his family was particularity unique…<br> The girl gave a small sob turned away, misinterpreting his surprise. She took a step back towards the tress, but Chris managed to grab hold of her arm and hold her back.
“Jenny, don’t go. It’s okay.” He said softly.
“No.” she muttered. “It’s not a costume, Chris…they’re real…something’s happened to me.”<br> His head was spinning and he could not suppress the overwhelming joy that was building inside of him. No wonder he had been drawn to her for so long…no wonder they had been drawn towards each other…<br> She was obviously part whitelighter….probably part witch too…they were meant to be.
“I know.” He replied, before adding as an after thought “I wish you had told me sooner. I can’t believe I didn’t sense it…”
Jenny stared at him in confusion. “Told you that I’m a freak?” she asked, her soft voice holding a note of bitterness.
“No, you’re not.” He said, gently cupping the side of her face with his hand. She was mesmerising. Stunning. A picture of divine glory. “You’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful?” she whispered, still with confusion. “Chris, I have wings…something is seriously wrong with me, I need to get home…”
Still unable to take his eyes off of her, Chris carefully removed his father’s big brown coat and let it drop to the leafy floor.
She gasped.
“You…you too?”<br> Chris nodded, for once not feeling uncomfortable under another’s gaze.
“It’s a spell,” he began to explain slowly. “And we’re trying to find a way to reverse it…with any luck we’ll all be back to normal soon.”<br> There was a brief silence.
“Come on,” Chris continued, taking her hand. “My brother’s waiting; we can orb back to my house and call your mom… Which one of your parents is the whitelighter, your mom or dad?” He was willing to bet it was her father; he knew that Jenny lived with her mother and had never met her father….perhaps he had been taken away, or forced to stay ‘up there’ when the elders found out about Jenny’s birth.
It made perfect sense.
Jenny pulled her hand away from his grip, and the shocked look on her face intensified. “Spell?” she muttered in disbelief. “Orb? Whitelighter? Chris what are you talking about? And why do you have wings too?”
He stopped trying to walk, and gave her a quick glance. It didn’t make sense…how could she not know what he was talking about…?
“Yes,” he stared, thinking that perhaps the trauma of that night had temporality given her a memory lapse. “I mean spell as in a magic spell…which has turned us- whitelighters- into angels. Because technically, that’s what whitelighters are…angels…”
Her confusion did not dissipate at all.
“Are you saying that I’m…that we’re angels?” she asked, her blue eyes wide.
Chris nodded, feeling confused himself. How could she not know about this? “Yes…well, I don’t know about you, but I’m half angel…you must be as well, because you’re not dead but you do have wings…”
“Oh.” Jenny replied nodding, her eyes slightly out of focus. She placed a petite hand on his shoulder to steady herself. “So you’re an angel and I am too?”<br> “It would appear so.” He said with a slight frown.
Was it possible that Jenny’s mother had managed to hide all of this from her for all of these years?
Was she really a whitelighter at all?
Maybe the spell didn’t work quite like they thought…<br> “I see.” She whispered quietly before shutting her eyes and collapsing into a dead faint.
Chris gave a slight groan; this night just kept getting better and better…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A/N Sorry if that was stupid, lol, this is my fun fic…I do whatever I want. PLEASE REVIWEW! I’d love some feed back!
CanadianHalliwell- thanks for the review...i should watch that movie again, maybe it will give me some more inspiraton, lol.
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Post by traci26 on Jan 29, 2005 16:52:58 GMT -5
Hey Leigh,
I truly love it.. I love what you did with Jenny's character. I can't wait to find out what happens next in this story.
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 4, 2005 16:14:55 GMT -5
CHAPTER 8
Sighing, Chris picked the unconscious Jenny up off the ground and began to walk awkwardly through the trees back towards Wyatt, his mind swimming with questions.
When he emerged he found his brother standing at the edge of the pavement, looking quite anxious. “You found someone!” he exclaimed with surprise as he rushed over to help. “I was about to charge in there after you, but-“<br> He stopped mid sentence and his mouth dropped open slightly as he took in her appearance. “Isn’t that Jenny Hughes…as in your ‘friend’ Jenny?” he asked.
Chris nodded. “Yep.”<br> “Why…is she part whitelighter too?”<br> “Evidently.” The dark-haired boy replied as he continued back towards the dumpster so that they could finally orb home. “She was hiding in the trees, totally freaked out…and the really strange thing is that she doesn’t seem to know about magic.
Wyatt merely stared, too surprised to respond.
“Let’s go.” Chris stated shortly. “I want Dad to heal her.” And with that he orbed back to the manor, Wyatt following close behind.
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Mel watched her mother pace back and forth in annoyance, in a small alcove of the underworld.
The demon that had stepped up before the others had finally finished his long winded speech and many, including her and her parents, had left the main chamber to think over what he had said.
He had reminded everyone that the underworld was their true home, and urged them all to join is collective effort to rid the world of good once and for all.
Mel could not help but suspect that he had been the demon responsible for the strange events of the night…for the spell. But, she wasn’t sure if she really cared. She had never felt so free- so much like herself. She didn’t want the feeling to go away, and she was thankful to whoever had brought it about…<br> This was one of the best nights of her life.
No one could take this away from her, not even her so called “family”. She had seen Wyatt in the main chamber during the demon’s speech- he had probably been sent there to take them all back home- and she had screamed out to alert the surrounding demons, but the damned whitelighter had orbed out too quickly.
It hadn’t bothered Mel too much…she knew that they could capture him easily later…it would be fun. A game. But her mother didn’t seem to see it that way. Wyatt’s appearance had scared her greatly. It meant that her sisters wanted to drag her back…<br> And it meant that the darklighter she had sent had failed.
Wyatt was still alive…and chances were that Chris, Leo and Paige were as well.
“Useless.” Phoebe muttered, waving her arms in frustration. “The darklighter was useless.”<br> Cole rolled his red eyes and placed a firm hand on his wife’s shoulder, stopping her from any further movement. “Clam down.” He said with mild annoyance in his voice. “It’s not over yet- we can send others.” Cole paused and an evil grin spread slowly across his face. “We could even eliminate them ourselves if you want.”<br> Phoebe looked thoughtful for several seconds before turning to give her husband a deep kiss. When they broke apart, she too was smiling widely. “I do like the sound of that.” She said quietly. “Perhaps we could acquire some darklighter poison of our own and pay them a little visit.”<br> Mel stood up from the rock she had been seated on, and nodded enthusiastically. There was still a small part of her that desired her old life…maybe, if they finally did manage to kill the whitelighters, she could be fully free from what ever it was that was pulling her back…pulling her towards good.
“Can I come too?” she asked her voice hopeful. She wanted to finish what she had started. She wanted to eliminate Chris once and for all. It was he that was drawing her back the most… They had always been close. She knew that she used to love him as a brother- but that had been when she was still capable of love.
She wasn’t anymore.
Deep down, she wished that he could join them…just as Phoebe wished to see Piper at her side. But that was impossible. Piper was just a witch- she could be turned…it would be much harder to turn Chris. He was too good. Her only hope was to kill him…maybe then she would be able to forget about his existence.
She would be one hundred percent free.
“Of course you can my darling.” Cole answered, looking over at her daughter. “It wouldn’t be the same without you.”<br> Phoebe nodded, still holding onto her husbands arm. “So, then we’re in agreement. We’re going to the manor…we’re finally going to get rid of them…” There was a slight pause as the three exchanged glances. They were all excited- all thirsting for blood- but there was a slight hint of apprehension too.
Was this really what they wanted?
“Alright.” Cole said suddenly, breaking through the silence. “Let’s gather what we need.”<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 4, 2005 16:15:24 GMT -5
“That’s it Leo!” Piper exclaimed, throwing her arms up in expiration. “I’m going out there to find them. End of story.”<br> They had been arguing ever since Chris had orbed out to find Wyatt- Piper wanted to find the boys immediately, but Leo had urged her to give them a bit of time to get themselves back. He could sense that neither was hurt, and he trusted them to find a way home. It was too risky to expose more magic orbing around the city to collect them when they were both fully capable of orbing back themselves.
“Piper, please listen.” He said gently as he looked into her deep brown eyes. “You have to calm down and think about this rationally.”
“I don’t care about being rational!” Piper exclaimed. “My boys are in trouble, they need me. I’m going.”<br> Leo sighed. “They’re almost adults, Piper. They need to take care of themselves sometimes…”
But Piper wasn’t listening anymore. She had stormed out of the kitchen and began calling loudly for Paige. The youngest Charmed one had gone to the attic to look into any spells that might work without Phoebe…and any spells that might reverse the one that they had been put under.
Leo rushed out after his wife- still hoping to stop her before she did anything she would regret. “I can sense that-” he trailed off suddenly and glanced around the room. “They’re back!” he exclaimed, his voice full of relief.
Sure enough, Wyatt stepped into the dining room only seconds later and Piper gave a cry surprise as she took in her oldest son’s appearance.
“Oh, Wyatt.” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “What happened?”<br> The blonde haired boy glanced down at the floor, blushing slightly. “Um, the spell got me, while I was down in the underworld. I stopped my shield from going up to avoid the exposure and…”
Piper bit her lip and approached her son- enveloping him in a gentle hug. The soft feathers of his wings brushed across her arm and for the hundredth time that night she was struck by how surreal this entire experience was.
“I’m so sorry.” Leo muttered from across the room as he watched his wife and son. He felt horribly guilty about the situation. It was his fault, after all, indirectly of course…but still.
“It’s fine Dad.” Wyatt replied. “I don’t blame you; I blame who ever cast this stupid spell in the first place.”<br> “What exactly happened?” Piper probed, finally taking a step back and giving Wyatt room to breathe. “Did you find Phoebe? Did Chris find you?”<br> Wyatt sighed. “I went to the underworld- some demon was making a speech to everyone gathered in this huge cavern- I saw Phoebe…but before I could reach her the spell hit me and all I could do was orb out or risk fainting in front of hundreds of demons. I tried to make it back home but I landed on a street somewhere…”
His parents exchanged a worried glance. “Were you seen?” Leo asked, his eyes full of concern.
“Yes.” Wyatt continued with a nod. “I woke up surrounded by a crowd of people who wanted to talk to ‘the angel’. Then Chris orbed in…which did NOT help matters…and we eventually made a run for it.”<br> Piper brought a hand to her mouth and gasped in surprise. She did not want to think of her boys in such a terrible situation. “Did they hurt you?” she asked quietly.
To her surprise, Wyatt smirked. “Nope. They just wanted to talk to me…they had lots of questions…annoying ones. They thought I had fallen from heaven to rescue them from the demons. They were actually quite happy- especially when Chris arrived. Then they thought two angels had come to rescue them.” He chuckled slightly at the absurdity of the situation. “They weren’t going to hurt us…but they weren’t going to let us go to easily either…so we ran. We made it to the school to find a safe place to orb and that’s when-” Wyatt trailed off, not quite sure how to explain. He wasn’t even sure what was going on…<br> “That’s when what?” Piper urged.
“That’s when Chris went running off into the trees and came back a few minutes later with his…um…unconscious girlfriend.” Wyatt explained, shaking his head slightly in disbelief. “He’s with her now, in the living room…he wants you to try and heal her.” He finished, looking up at his father.
Piper and Leo exchanged another worried glance before taking off towards the living room. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
“I think we have all that we need.” Cole stated with satisfaction as he admired the crossbow he had taken from the first darklighter they had stumbled across.
Phoebe nodded, strapping a power sucking athame into the belt of her pants. “I’m ready.” She stated, looking up at her husband a daughter.
There was a slight pause.
None could quite find the will to proceed…not yet.
“What if something happens?” Mel asked quietly. “Do we have enough power to take all of them at once?”<br> After another pause, Cole placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I think so.” He answered with confidence. “There may be more of them, but we have the upper hand. They’re too good to want to vanquish us…no matter what we do.”<br> “True…” Mel replied somewhat hesitantly. She still didn’t feel too sure…<br> “Perhaps” a new voice said from the shadows, causing all three turn around abruptly. “You would like some added assistance for your task.”<br> “Who’s there?” Cole growled, raising his weapon threatening.
“No need to be hostile.” The voice replied as he stepped forward to reveal himself.
Cole, Phoebe and Mel all exchanged surprised glances.
It was the demon who had spoken in the main cavern…the one who wanted to lead them all to victory.
“My name, is Demetrius.” He said, with a slight bow. “And I want to help you eliminate the incorruptible Halliwells…their deaths will prove my power…”
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 4, 2005 16:16:20 GMT -5
Chris paced the living room frantically as his father continued his attempt to heal Jenny. Despite the fact that it had been more than fifteen minutes since she had fainted, the girl remained unresponsive.
He paused a second to look down at her peaceful form. He was still quite confused about why she was so uninformed about magic…but all he could think about now was getting her better. He wanted her to wake up…he wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her that everything would be okay. She was so beautiful, lying there on the Halliwell couch, her features serine and her skin illuminated by the golden glow from Leo’s healing touch. Chris still found it hard to believe what was right before him…that she was a whitelighter too…but he also realized that it made sense no other way.
She was perfect.
Heavenly.
She had to be an angel…<br> “There’s not much I can do, Chris.” Leo said quietly as he stood up and took a few steps back. “She’s not injured…she’s in shock. She’s obviously had a very stressful night; she just needs a bit more rest.”
Chris nodded, his heart sinking slightly, but he knew that his father was right. “Okay.” He replied, moving to her side and brushing a few stands of golden hair off of her forehead.
Piper, who had been standing off to the side watching the situation unfold, gave her youngest son a sympathetic look. He was obviously in quite a bit of shock himself…she knew that he had known this girl for quite awhile now, and it was evident that he had not known her true identity until tonight. She could also tell that he cared for her very much- his gentle touch and tender gaze clearly portrayed the deep affection he had for her. In a way, Piper was happy to see that her son had found someone special…but on a more selfish level, it pained her to her son growing up…
He would be through high school soon. He would be moving out.
The time for him begin a new chapter in his life was fast approaching…<br> One day, in the not too distant future, he would have his own house…his own family…<br> He wouldn’t need his mother to protect him anymore.
But, as she continued to watch the two teens she knew that this was a relationship that was meant to be. Chris had always wanted to find someone like himself…someone who he could understand and relate to.
Jenny seemed to be that person.
She could not suppress her smile as she watched Chris take the girls hand in his own. He continued to look down at her with love in his eyes- concern and adoration etched on his handsome face. It was a scene that belonged in some sort of painting…the beautiful angel, all in white, laying down in peaceful sleep as another knelt tenderly at her side…<br> Even after all she had experienced in the second half of her life, Piper could hardly convince herself that what she was seeing was real. It was breathtaking.
She jumped slightly as she felt an arm gently lace around her back- breaking her away from her thoughts.
“How long do you think it will take for her to wake up?” Piper asked her husband after he had given her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Leo shook his head. “I can’t be sure…not too much longer I don’t think.” He paused. “I can’t believe Chris didn’t figure this out sooner. I’ve been teaching him how to sense for these types of things…”
Piper shrugged. “I’m guessing that his senses were clouded by his love for her…our little boy is growing up, Leo.”<br> The man smiled and gave his wife another kiss on the top of her dark hair.
A second later Chris stood back up and turned to face his parents. “I think I should go to Jenny’s house.” He said quietly as he glanced back down at her. “Her mother should be here when she wakes up…she has a lot of explaining to do.”<br> Leo looked thoughtful before giving his son a reluctant nod. “I think you may be right.” He replied. “It might be good for her to see someone more familiar…and I have to admit, I’m really curious to find out what’s going on. The elders certainly don’t seem to know that there is another child…”
“Are you sure he should just orb over there?” Piper questioned, looking between Chris and Leo. “What if she actually doesn’t know about magic?”<br> Chris shook his head. “I’m pretty sure she does…and if not, the sooner she learns about it the better. She has to know what her daughter is. Besides, she’s met me…it shouldn’t freak her out to bad.”<br> Piper sighed. “Okay. Go.” And without another moments hesitation Chris orbed out of the manor.
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Emily Hughes sat nervously in the kitchen of the small house she shared with her daughter. She had been watching the news coverage all night and was more than worried about Jenny. Her daughter had gone to a school dance and was yet to return…and now, chaos filled the streets of San Francisco as demons exposed them selves to mortals for no explainable reason.
Emily could only hope that Jenny was not caught in that mess.
With a sigh, she picked up her old scrying crystal once again and circled it slowly over a map of the city. It had been many years since she had done this and it had taken her quite a while to dig out her old supplies and, even after almost forty minutes, she had failed to find her daughter.
Maybe she was just out of practice…maybe she had forgotten something. She wasn’t sure, but she was not willing to give up yet.
She knew that she probably should be too worried…most of the problems were downtown and the school was near the edge of the city. It was entirely possible that that area was still safe…<br> That Jenny was still safe.
“Come on, come on.” She muttered with frustration as she continued to swing the crystal. “Please work.”<br> She still did not feel the necessary tug.
Maybe it was time to go out and start looking…she could drive to the school and make sure things were okay…<br> She sighed again and decided to sry for one more minute…then she would go.
It had not been more than ten seconds, however, when a familiar sound filled her ears, causing her heart to almost stop beating.
It was the heavenly chiming of bells…she would know that sound anywhere…even though it had been years since she had last heard it.
Someone had orbed into the house.
Maybe it was him…maybe he had come back at last.
Emily got shakily to her feet and walked towards the living room, trying not to let herself believe what she so desperately wanted to.
“S..Sean?” she asked meekly, her voice unsteady as she entered the next room.
She caught sight of a figure in the corner and her heart sunk as she realized suddenly that it wasn’t him after all.
The person stepped out of the shadows that had masked him and it took all of her will power not to cry out.
It was Chris…the boy Jenny had had a crush on for years…the boy she had gone with to the dance.
Chris had orbed into her house…and as she looked at him she knew that there was no denying what he was.
“Mrs. Hughes?” Chris said quietly, taking another step forward and extending his hand for her to take. “Please come with me…Jenny needs you.”<br> Emily could hardly breathe as she took the young man’s hand. It was so much to take it. Jenny was okay. She had been with Chris…but, she wondered, how could Chris possibly be a whitelighter? If he was dead, he wouldn’t be in school…was it possible that he was like Jenny? She thought it was forbidden…she thought her daughter was the only one…<br> A strange feeling over came her and her vision was suddenly clouded over with blue lights as they orbed across the city to Jenny’s side…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A/N Sorry for another long wait! I’ve been busy with various things. Hope it was okay!!
traci- thanks for reviewing! I really appreciate it!!
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