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Post by scifi on Feb 5, 2005 0:33:48 GMT -5
Leigh, I’m enjoying this immensely. Don’t think your idea is stupid, because it’s very much in the realm of fantasy, and I refuse to believe fantasy is stupid! It’s actually a really good idea, revealing their true natures, one that fantasy writers have used for a long time (MacDonald’s THE PRINCESS AND CURDIE comes to mind). Keep the tradition alive! ;D
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Post by wickedwms on Feb 8, 2005 14:38:36 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]This is Fabulous![/glow] I love the story you have created. Very original. I look forward to further udates.
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Post by redphoenix on Feb 10, 2005 8:56:36 GMT -5
leigh!! hey im back! and ive been catching up. still going strong! im with Scifi and the others.. this is G-R-E-A-T! and i love your signature/banner thingy with hot hot Chris with wings!
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 16, 2005 21:22:15 GMT -5
Scifi- I’m so glad you like it! The compliments mean so much coming from such a brilliant writer!! (The witch and the Assassin was AMAZING… but you already know that, lol)
Wickedwms- Thanks! Sorry the update took so long.
Redphoenix- Happy to hear that you like the story…and really happy that you like my banner. I made it because of the story…I thought it was funny. You’re the first one to notice, lol.
On with the story...
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As Chris and Emily rematerialized in the middle of the Halliwell kitchen, the woman drew a few deep breaths and attempted to steady herself on a nearby counter. Chris could tell that his appearance at the Hughes residence had given Mrs. Hughes quite a shock…but he had also come to the logical conclusion that the woman was probably a witch.
Her surprise had come from seeing him at the house…not from his teleporting them across the city.
She had seen magic before…<br> “Okay.” Emily began quietly, slowly looking up at the young man. “I want more of an explanation. Where is Jenny? What is going on? And…are you a whitelighter?”<br> Yep.
That confirmed it.
If she knew what a whitelighter was, then she obviously knew all about magic.
Chris smiled slightly. “Mrs. Hughes, I’m sorry that I had to intrude like that, but I did not really have much of a choice.” He paused and decided that it would just be best to explain everything the best he could. “First of all, Jenny will be fine…she’s just a little stressed out at the moment. That’s why I brought you here…we thought that it would be best if you were here when she wakes up.”<br> “Wakes up?” Emily questioned, her eyes growing wide with fear.
Chris tried to give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. She had a bit of a panic attack- which is understandable, considering the circumstances-” He trailed off and looked over at Mrs. Hughes. The woman did not look reassured in the least. But that was understandable…this entire night must have been very nerve wracking for her…and now she was being faced with an awful lot of new information. Chris sighed. “My dad doesn’t think it’s anything serious.” He continued. “And he knows what he’s talking about because…well…he’s a whitelighter.”<br> “Oh.” Emily replied, the surprise evident on her face. “So you’re…”
“Part whitelighter, part witch.” Chris cut in with a slight smile. “But I guess that’s fairly obvious right now, isn’t it?”<br> Emily’s eyes darted towards the feathered wings which now protruded from the young mans back.
She nodded slowly.
Felling embarrassed about his appearance for the hundredth time that night, Chris shifted uncomfortably under her gaze before continuing. “Have you been watching the news tonight?”
“Yes…” she replied, a note of anxiety still evident in her voice.
“Well,” he continued with a heavy sigh. “Then you know what’s been going on with all of the demons. As far as we can tell, some really powerful demon cast a spell that has reverted every magical being into their original form... There was a slight…issue…at the dance. Basically a demon was revealed there and terrorized the student's for a bit- everyone was fine- but that broke up the dance and most of the student’s fled, including Jenny. I found her behind the school a few hours later…”
Chris looked up at Mrs. Hughes, who was still leaning on the counter fore support. Almost all of the colour had drained from her face and he had a suspicion that she knew what was coming next.
“She was fine.” He said, looking back down at the wooden floor. “Except…”
“She had wings too.” Mrs. Hughes cut in before the boy could finish with his explanation.
Chris’ heart beat increased slightly and he could hardly keep the smile off of his face. He knew that they were in a rather serious situation, but what Emily had just said confirmed that Jenny was at least part whitelighter… like him. Despite all of the night’s horrible events he was ecstatic to have finally found the one thing he had thought was impossible…<br> A girl he could share everything with.
A girl who could understand him completely.
There was a slight pause before the woman gave a loud sigh and continued to speak. “This spell…” she began, her voice quiet. “The one that has affected the demons…it has affected other magical beings too. Like whitelighters…and part whitelighters…” She trailed off and her eyes locked once again on Chris. “I never knew that there were others like Jenny…I thought she was alone…”
“So, you know that Jenny is part whitelighter too?” Chris questioned, wanting some final conformation.
“Of course.” Mrs. Hughes replied. “Take me to her…I’ll explain everything.”<br>XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 16, 2005 21:23:37 GMT -5
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Mrs. Hughes gave a slight gasp and rushed to Jenny’s side as soon as she and Chris walked into the Manor’s living room.
Piper and Leo were still there, situated on the other couch and they both looked up at Chris for some explanation as he walked towards them.
“That’s Jenny’s mom.” He said quietly addressing his parents. “Emily Hughes.”<br> “Did you scare her? What did she say about Jenny?” Leo asked, glancing over at the mother who was now too concerned about her daughter’s well being to hear them. Ever since the girl had arrived, he had been anxious to figure out what was going on. If Jenny really was part-whitelighter, then the elders were certainly not aware of it.
Chris shook his head slowly. “No, she wasn’t too surprised.” He began. “I think she’s a witch, and she confirmed that Jenny is part whitelighter. We didn’t really get much further than that.”<br> Leo nodded, his face expressing his confusion. How could this have happened? How could Mrs. Hughes have kept it a secret for so long?
Brushing a few strands of blonde hair off of her daughter’s forehead, Emily turned to the Halliwell’s and gave a loud sigh. “I promised Chris an explanation.” She said quietly, glancing back down at the unconscious Jenny. “I’m sure you’d all like one.”<br> “Only if you want to give it.” Piper replied, giving the woman a warm smile. She understood how hard it must be for her to see her daughter in such a state. She had felt the same pain and fear every time her sons had been hurt by one demonic force or another. “I’m Piper Halliwell.” She said, shaking the other woman’s hand. “And this is my husband, Leo.”<br> Emily weakly retuned her smile. “You must be Chris’ parents.” She noted glancing between them. “He looks so much like you both.” Her eyes landed on Leo. “And he mentioned that his father was the whitelighter.”<br> “Yep.” Piper replied. “I’m the witch, he’s the whitelighter…obviously.” She smirked and brushed her hand across Leo’s white feathered wings. He glared at her with mock annoyance.
Mrs. Hughes’ smile faded as she watched the two interact. She could sense so much love between them, and she could not suppress her growing envy. Why were they allowed to be happy when she wasn’t?
They were allowed to be together…they were allowed to raise their son together…<br> It didn’t seem fair.
“Alright.” She began, her tone clipped. She wanted to get the explanation out of the way as quickly as possible. “I guess I should start at the beginning. First of all, I’m a witch with the power of Thermokinesis- which basically means that I have control over temperature.”<br> The Halliwell’s nodded, none surprised by this revelation, and she continued. “I grew up in New York City with a great family- my parent’s were witches too- and I couldn’t have asked for more.” She paused slightly and tried to push back the lump beginning to form in her throat. She missed them all so dearly- it had been so long… “When I was twenty five, I got a job as a secretary at a nearby law firm…and that was when I met Sean. He said he was there to do a few repairs around the office…I thought he was just your everyday average human…and I fell for him.”<br> Emily felt her body begin to shake slightly as she forced herself to recall those distant memories she had worked so hard to suppress. He had been so wonderful…so sweet and kind…perfect. She had never loved another like she had loved him…<br> “He wasn’t human though…I caught him orbing into a supply closet one afternoon and I could hardly believe what I had seen. He was a whitelighter- my whitelighter- and that meant that we could never be together.”<br> Piper grabbed her husbands hand as she absorbed what the woman had said. It was all so familiar- it sounded exactly like what she had gone through with Leo. She had fallen for him…thought he was normal…only to find out that being with the man she loved was almost impossible because of what he was. She didn’t want to think about her life without him, and from the sounds of it, Emily had been forced to face that reality…<br> “But by then, it was already too late.” Emily continued, her voice a whisper. The tears were beginning to well in her eyes. “I…I was pregnant…with Jenny…and before I even had a chance to tell him, he was forced to leave me. Forever. The elders suspected that there was something between us, and they took Sean away from me…” she trailed off and glanced back up at the couple before her. They both had looks of sympathy on their faces…she knew that they understood…they had been there…<br> The only difference was, they had managed to over come it.
She hadn’t…<br> Emily tenderly placed a hand on top of Jenny’s and looked down at her daughter’s peaceful features. She could never regret her time with Sean…it had brought her the most precious gift of all…her own little angel. But she still wished that it hadn’t had to end.
“I was so afraid that they would take my baby that I left my family-left my old life- and moved here. I bound her powers as soon as she was born, and never told her about her true heritage…she has no idea…” She paused. “I never saw Sean again…I did my best to raise Jenny on my own.”<br> Silence hung in the air as all present thought over what she had said.
Piper was feeling choked up herself. She couldn’t imagine being in Emily’s situation…having to lave everything behind…having to do everything herself…keeping the past hidden from her children…<br> It must have been awful.
“Oh, Emily.” The charmed one whispered, placing a comforting hand on the woman’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry that you had to go through all of that…”
Emily shrugged and wiped a stray tear off of her cheek. “What’s done is done.” She replied, not wanting to wallow in self pity any longer. “What about you?” she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. “What’s your story?”<br> Piper and Leo exchanged a brief glance. “It’s complicated…” Piper began. “Cliff notes version; we fell in love- I didn’t know he was a whitelighter at the time…I found out eventually, and I thought it would have to end, but after a lot of fighting with the elders we finally managed to convince them to let us stay together…” She felt horribly guilty; she had been able to keep her love and Emily hadn’t.
“And they allowed you to have a son.” Emily commented, her voice somewhat sceptical as she looked over at Chris. “They know about him?”<br> Piper hesitated, not wanting to make the woman feel any worse.
“Yes. They know about Chris.” Leo said, giving Piper’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “And…” but before he could finish, a new swirl of blue orbs appeared in the centre of the room, redirecting all of their attention. Right on cue, Wyatt appeared, looking excited, and he quickly turned towards his parents.
“Mom, Dad.” He began, slightly out of breath. “Aunt Paige and I think we my have found a way to summon the demon with out the power of three. Come up stairs- we want to show it to you. We need to…” he stopped mid sentence as he caught sight of the new arrival in the room. He shot his family an inquisitive look before smiling broadly at Emily and extending his hand for her to shake. “Hi. I’m Wyatt.” He said, a little too cheerfully.
Emily frowned slightly and did not return the young man’s gesture. “Two sons.” She said grimly. “They let you have two sons. How nice for you.”<br> She was obviously resentful- and understandably so. She had been forced to hide for the past seventeen years because of her affair with a whitelighter…and yet this family of witches and whitelighters had been allowed to stay together. To be happy…<br> “Wyatt, honey.” Piper said, breaking through the tension that was beginning to build. “Let’s go up to the attic, you can explain there.”
Wyatt nodded and orbed himself and his mother out of the room, followed closely by Leo who muttered something about wanting to approve the spell.
When the last of the orbs had dissipated, Emily turned to Chris. “I’m sorry.” She whispered. “I didn’t mean to be rude…it’s just…”
“It’s okay. I understand, Mrs. Hughes.” Chris replied, trying to sound reassuring. “If you like, I can go too…if you want some time alone with Jenny…”
“No. Don’t leave.” Emily said quickly, smiling up at the boy. “I think that she’s going to wake up soon…she’ll want you here too. She cares about you quite a bit, you know.”
There was a slight pause.
“I know.” Chris said quietly, looking down at the floor and blushing slightly. “I care about her too.”
When he looked up again, he was surprised to see that Mrs. Hughes was now grinning broadly, despite the fact that her eyes were still cloudy with tears. “I’m glad to hear it.” She said, looking back over at Jenny. “My angel deserves an angel.”<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 16, 2005 21:25:07 GMT -5
Before another word could be exchanged between them, a quiet groan escaped Jenny’s lips and both rushed instantly back to her side. She stirred slightly and her eyes began to flutter open.
“Mom?” she whispered, as the world came slowly back into focus. “Chris? What’s going on? I was having the strangest dream…”
She shut her eyes again and drew in several deep breaths.
“Are you okay, honey?” Emily asked, taking her daughter’s hand.
“Yes.” Jenny replied opening her eyes again and slowly pulling herself into a sitting position. “I don’t know what happened…I must have been dreaming…” she turned her head and took her first good look at Chris since her revival. The colour that had returned to her cheeks instantly drained. “I…I wasn’t dreaming.” She whispered, her eyes growing wide. “It was real…you’re an angel…”
Chris nodded. “Yes. And so are you.”<br> Jenny opened and closed her mouth several times- obviously too much in shock to say anything more. Looking around frantically, she caught sight of a nearby mirror and instantly walked over too it as quickly as her shaking legs could carry her. Chris and Emily said nothing, knowing that it was best for her to come to terms with the situation on her own.
She stood, starring at her reflection in the mirror, frozen with astonishment. “It’s real.” She muttered to herself several times. “It’s real.” It was beginning to sink in now, and although her head was still spinning with confusion, she finally allowed herself to believe what was right in front of her.
After almost a minute, she turned back towards the other two, and looked between them. Neither one shared her shock…they both knew what was going on…she wanted to know too…<br> “What happened to me?” she asked, her voice still weak.
“Nothing bad, honey.” Her mother assured her. “It’s a spell. We’ll fix it.” She paused and exchanged a glance with Chris. “I’m so sorry that I had to hide this from you for so long…but there was no other way…” she swallowed hard before continuing. “I know this will be hard to believe but, I’m a witch…and your father was a whitelighter…an angel. That’s why this is happening to you…”
“The spell…” Chris added helpfully. “It revels magical being for what they are.”<br> Jenny hesitated, trying to take it all in. It was almost too much to handle. Magic existed…witches existed…angels existed…and she was one…<br> “Oh.” She replied, still full of questions.
“I’ll explain it all honey.” Emily said. “After we sort this mess out. Chris’ family is magical too, and they’re trying to find a way to fix the situation.” She paused. “I’ll go get you something water…you look like you need some…” And with that, she went back into the kitchen.
Chris could sense that the woman just needed a few seconds alone to cope with all that was happening. She was pretty freaked out herself and it was hard for her to keep up a calm façade for her daughter.
He watched as Jenny turned back to the mirror for a few seconds before walking slowly in his direction. She stopped inches away from him, her blue eyes full of such worry and confusion. He wanted to help her…he wanted to make it all go away…<br> But he knew that he couldn’t. She would just have to deal with this new reality she had been given…all he could do was be there when she needed him. Help her to understand…<br> He couldn’t imagine what she must be going through right now. It had been enough of a shock for him to find out that being a whitelighter involved more than just powers…that it involved a physical aspect as well…but at least he already knew all about magic. He had been raised around it. Accepted it…<br> Jenny had been hit with it all at once…<br> “I always knew that you were special.” She said suddenly, breaking him away from his thoughts. “But I never expected this.”<br> Chris smiled slightly. “Same to you.” He replied. “I wish I had known sooner…” The boy trailed off as he felt her hand brush across his arm. Her beautiful sent overwhelmed his senses and his body shivered at her slight touch…she was so close… it was so hard to fight off his raging hormones…<br> He wanted to kiss her so badly. He wanted to hold her in his arms…tell her that everything would be okay…<br> She was so perfect.
She everything he had always dreamed of, but hadn’t thought possible…<br> Her hand moved from his arm and circled around his back…her fingers brushed the soft feathers of his heavenly wings…she smiled her beautiful sweet smile.
“You’re the most handsome angel I have ever seen.” she said quietly, the smile still across her face.
He laughed at her comment as he laced his arm slowly around her waist. “And you’re the most beautiful angel I’ve ever seen.” He replied, the amusement dancing in his emerald eyes.
They drew closer and closer together- neither one able to resist the magnetic pull between them.
Yes…<br> This was the way things were meant to be…<br> Their lips finally touched, breaching the gap between them, and they shared one perfect, heavenly kiss…<br>XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Piper stopped in her tracks as she caught sight of what was taking place in the next room. She was heading to the kitchen for a few supplies, but she did not want to interrupt what she knew was about to come…<br> Jenny had woken up…and she and Chris stood alone in the living room…only inches apart. Piper’s heart beat quickened and the tears formed in her eyes as she watched them exchange whispers before leaning together for a gentle kiss. The sight almost took her breath away.
Her little boy….
Sharing a kiss with another just as perfect as himself. As they drew apart she could almost hear the faint hum of a harp as the heavens rejoiced.
She was sure that a more beautiful moment could not have existed.
Wiping away a stray tear, she noticed Emily, frozen mid stride on her way out of the kitchen.
She had seen it too…<br> She had been just as over whelmed.
Piper caught the other woman’s eye and the two mothers exchanged a watery smile, happy to see their little angels together at last.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A/NPhew. Sorry for another long wait. But don’t expect anymore for awhile. I’m so behind on my actual work because of these stupid stories, lol. Must get something done. Hope you liked it! Yes, it was cheesy…but I assure you that the next chapter has all the action:) Hmm. I really wish I was Jenny right now (and I wish that this story was actually happening.) lol, I should have named her Leigh instead!!
Please review!!!
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Post by CanadianHalliwell on Feb 16, 2005 22:21:19 GMT -5
Never, Never call your story cheezy.. It is a beautiful story. It so nice that Chris has a soul mate
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 17, 2005 0:04:59 GMT -5
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“How do we know that we can trust you?” Cole asked, his eyes narrowed as he gazed down at the new arrival.
Demetrius remained calm under his stare and merely shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t have time to prove myself to you.” He replied. “But I assure you that we both want the same thing; the good Halliwell’s dead. With my help, you cannot fail.”<br> Cole nodded, obviously convinced of the truth in the demons words.
“What about Piper?” Phoebe cut in standing up from the stone she had been seated on with her daughter. “I don’t want Piper hurt.”<br> The demon turned to the witch and looked thoughtful for several seconds before continuing in the same calm voice. “Fine. I can still get what I want without killing her. Paige’s death will be enough to break the power of three…and the other whitelighters shall sufficiently prove my power.”<br> Phoebe hesitated, her eyes locked piercingly on Demetrius. Something still did not feel right about this…if Piper was hurt, she didn’t know what she would do…but, on the other hand, his power would be beneficial to their mission.
“Alright.” She said quietly. “But if you hurt her, then I will vanquish you.”<br> Her tone was dark and menacing but the demon did not even flinch. “Very well.” He replied dismissively. “Now, I see that you have begun to gather supplies.” He glanced over at the darklighter bow Mel was currently holding. “But we will need more for this to be a success. I do not want to leave any room for error.”<br> The other three nodded in agreement.
“If we are well equipped, we should be able to kill them easily…The spell will have affected them both mentally and physically. They will give us little resistance. They will not want to fight.” He gave a cool laugh. “That is their major downfall...their kind lacks the desire to fight. They are useless fools.”<br> Mel felt a strange wave of anger flow through her and she suddenly had the urge to tackle the demon to the floor. That was her family he was insulting. Chris was not a useless fool…he was her cousin…her blood. The boy who had been with her through all of her ups and downs…who had protected her…<br> He mind battled with itself as more conflicting feelings welled inside of her. They were going to kill him…she was going to help…<br> She wanted him dead…she wanted to be free of him…and yet, it still brought her pain.
He was good, she was evil. It was her duty to eliminate him…and Leo, Wyatt and Paige…<br> She didn’t care for them any more, did she?
No.
She was a demon. She cared for no one…<br> A sudden thought struck her as she continued to stare at Demetrius. “You cast the spell, didn’t you?” she asked, causing everyone else to look in her direction.
The demon faltered for a brief second before walking over towards the girl, his calm façade back in place. “And what gave you that idea?” he asked, his yellow eyes darkening slightly.
“You know all about it.” Mel began defiantly starring back at him. “You know the effects, and you were ready for all of us to come straight to you so that you could draw us under your power.”<br> He gave another cool laugh. “I’ll admit that I am glad to see my fellow demons back where they belong, but I suggest you come up with a bit more evidence before you make such accusations.” Demetrius paused and slowly brought his hand up towards her face. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about such things.” He whispered as caressed her cheek.
Mel jerked back and glared. “Get away from me.” She hissed.
Demetrius showed no signs of movement until a red hand clapped down firmly on his shoulder and pulled him back. Cole had come up behind him, teeth barred and looking ready to attack. “Touch my daughter again and you’ll be sorry.” He growled his tone deadly.
The demon took a few steps away and gave them all a smug smile. “Very well. Let’s finish gathering what we need. Then, we can finally give the whitelighters what they deserve…”
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A/N This is the problem with the 10.000 character limit...i always leave out parts when i post! This was originally in the middle of the last chapter, but it works here too...sorry about that
CanadianHalliwell- awww, thanks. I meant cheesy in the best possible way...maybe I should have said 'cute' instead. So glad that you think so highly of my story!!
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 28, 2005 19:32:41 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10 (part I- Feb 28)
“I still don’t know.” Leo said slowly as he studied the spell Paige had handed him. “We have no idea what we’re dealing with here, what if the crystals aren’t enough to trap the demon once you summon him?”
Paige rolled her eyes and grabbed the piece of paper out of her brother-in-law’s hands before flopping down on the attics couch in exasperation. “You’re worrying too much Leo.” She muttered shooting him an annoyed look. “We’ve done this many times before; it always works out in the end.”<br> “Yes.” Leo began again. “But every other time you’ve had the power of three. You may have found a way to summon it without Phoebe, but you may not be able to vanquish it without her. I can’t let you take that risk.”<br> “And let’s not forget that we’re under the influence of this annoying spell.” Wyatt cut in, exchanging a glance with his father. His earlier enthusiasm about the summoning spell had quickly faded as he thought about the many problems with their plan of action. They hadn’t gotten Phoebe back, they didn’t have the power of three, and they were yet to figure out what type of demon could have started this in the first place. He had a suspicion it was the demon that had begun making a speech down in that large cavern of the underworld, but unfortunately the spell had prevented Wyatt from obtaining any useful information.
He frowned slightly before continuing. “Somehow I don’t think my demon fighting skills are quite up to par today…and I have the sudden urge to meditate…”
Leo raised an eyebrow at his oldest son and Piper, who had just walked back into the attic from her trip downstairs, gave a slight chuckle. ‘Wyatt’ and ‘meditate’ were two words that she normally would not have put together. Even though her oldest son was not (thankfully) the ruler of all evil in this time line, he generally wasn’t the peaceful type ether. He had always loved a good vanquish, and could never really be bothered with what he had often deemed ‘whitelighter nonsense’. The demonic spell really had affected him both mentally and physically.
Wyatt turned and glared at him mother, not appreciating her amused reaction to his inner turmoil. He was trying hard to fight it, but as the minutes ticked past he felt himself succumbing more and more to his pacifist urges. “Why are you so happy?” he snapped, noticing the wide grin that remained on his mothers face as she made her way across the room.
“No reason.” Piper shrugged before standing on her toes to give her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. Leo stared down at her, also feeling slightly confused by her sudden state of cheerfulness. It wasn’t like Piper to be calm and content in the midst of demonic fiascos.
“Are you sure honey?” The whitelighter questioned as his wife laced her arm around his lower back. “You’re acting a bit strange.” His mind immediately began to race as he thought about what type of spell she could possibly be under. Maybe the demonic spell that had returned the demons and whitelighters of the family to their natural forms somehow affected witches too…but, he couldn’t sense a problem…<br> “I’m fine, Leo, really.” Piper replied, still grinning from ear to ear. “You can’t blame me for being just a little bit happy…despite everything. Today has made me realize that my family truly is a gift from heaven.”<br> She paused and gave a wistful sigh as she absentmindedly ran her hand across Leo’s feathered wings.
“I’m married to the sweetest angel in the world and I have the most handsome, perfect, and angelic, boys a mother could ask for.”<br> Leo and Wyatt exchanged another glance before both looking back at Piper.
“Umm, okay…” Wyatt muttered, his blue eyes wide with uncertainty. Something must have happened downstairs to cause his mother to act so uncharacteristically dreamy…but he couldn’t sense any supernatural problems...it must have been something else…<br> “Did you get the ginger root for the potion?” Paige asked suddenly, as she stood up and walked towards Piper, Leo and Wyatt. As mush as the little family moment had amused her, she was anxious to reverse the spell and leave this whole confusing night behind her.
Piper turned abruptly towards her sister. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “I knew I forgot something.”<br> “That’s why you went downstairs in the first place.” Paige said with mild annoyance. “How could you forget?”<br> Piper opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, a swirl of blue orbs began to form to her left, and Chris, Jenny and Emily materialized in the attic. The boy was grinning in a manner similar to his mother, and Jenny too seemed surprisingly happy for someone in her situation.
“Jenny woke up.” Chris proclaimed cheerfully. “We’ve explained the situation the best we could.”<br> The girl nodded in confirmation. “Yes, I think I’m sort of beginning to get it, although this entire night still feels surreal.”<br> The Hallwell’s all gave her understanding smiles.
“It’s going to feel that way for quite a while.” Paige said as she stepped forward to shake Jenny’ and Emily’s hands. “I can totally relate.”<br> Jenny took in Paige’s appearance before jumping to a logical conclusion and returning her warm gesture. “I presume that you’re a witch/angel too.” She said, her blue eyes fixed on the youngest charmed one.
“Is it that obvious?” Paige asked in mock surprise as she made her wings flutter slightly for emphasis.
“Nope.” Jenny replied with a smile. “I’m just a good guesser.”<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 28, 2005 19:35:00 GMT -5
The two exchanged a slight laugh and Paige found herself liking the young girl already. Piper and Leo had filled her and Wyatt in on the conversation they had had with Emily downstairs…the situation sounded all too familiar…she really did understand.
“Another one?” Emily asked, her mouth slightly agape as she looked over at Paige.
The charmed one nodded. “Yes.” She said, locking eyes with the woman who she could sense was fighting back more feelings of confusion and jealously. “But I’m afraid I wasn’t quite so lucky as my little nephews.”<br> There was a slight pause before she continued. “My parents had to give me up as soon as I was born, for fear that the elders might find out about the forbidden child of a witch and a whitelighter. I’ve never blamed them for it- I got adopted by a wonderful family and I grew up happy…and normal. But then in my twenties I found out that I had two-well, technically three- half sisters, and that I was, in fact, far from normal…” Paige trailed off and she gazed distantly out the window as if recalling an old memory. “I’ll never forget those first few days after I found out. ‘Surreal’ is a very good word to describe it.”<br> Emily nodded in understanding and glanced over at her daughter. At least she hadn’t had to give Jenny up…she didn’t want to think about how heartbreaking it must have been for Paige’s mother and father...
And Paige too had been faced with the sudden shock of discovering her true identity… Emily wished for the hundredth time that night that Jenny hadn’t found out this way…she could only imagine what her daughter was going through. At least there was Chris…and Paige…people just like Jenny who could help her come to terms with what she was.
“Yes, so I really do know the feeling.” Paige finished, flashing the girl one last reassuring smile.
“Right, so now that you’ve met Aunt Paige.” Chris stepped in, looking over at Jenny and her mother. “That-” he said, pointing over in the second youngest Halliwell’s direction, “Is Wyatt, my brother and another, er- witch/angel. And then there is my mother-she’s a witch. And my father- he’s an angel.”<br> Jenny nodded. “It’s very nice to meet you all.” She said politely.
“It’s wonderful to meet you too.” Piper replied, her wide grin returning once again as she saw the girl discreetly grab onto to Chris’ hand. They were simply too adorable for words.
“Would you like me to take you home?” Leo asked, glancing between mother and daughter. “Unfortunately we have a bit of a situation we still need to sort out…but with any luck we’ll have the spell reversed by morning.”<br> Emily shook her head stubbornly and locked eyes with the whitelighter. “Thanks for the offer, but it’s alright. We’ve already discussed this with Chris; we want to stay and help.”<br> Piper, Leo, Wyatt and Paige all exchanged worried glances. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” Piper began. “We do this all the time, we’ll be alright…”
“No, mom, we won’t be.” Chris cut in, his face set with determination. “We’re one witch short…and if Emily and Jenny stay then well have the extra power we need…almost…”
The eldest charmed one frowned as she contemplated the situation. Sure, they were witches, but Emily was out of practice from years of hiding, and Jenny had just come into her powers tonight…it really didn’t seem safe.
“Chris-” she began to protest, but her youngest son did not allow her to finish.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He cut in. “But Mrs. Hughes’s used to do a lot of demon fighting…she’ll be fine. And if we’re just gonna summon the demon and vanquish him with a spell or potion, Jenny can be useful too…the more witches the better, right?”<br> Piper sighed. “I suppose…” she said quietly. “But if anything goes wrong, you’re responsible for orbing them out. Immediately. It that absolutely clear Christopher?”
“Got it, Mom.” The boy replied as he began to lead Jenny across the room to the attic’s couch. “Everything will be fine.”<br> “So.” Emily said, her eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation. “Lets get going here…it’s been far too log since my last vanquish.”<br> Piper could not suppress her smile- the woman’s sudden enthusiasm was quite a contrast to her rather intimidating moodiness downstairs.
She liked this side of Emily much better.
“Alright then-” Piper began “You help Paige with the vanquishing potion. Wyatt- you keeping looking in the book for that demon you saw in the underworld. Leo and I will tweak the spell. Chris…” She trailed off as she caught sight of her youngest son now thoroughly engrossed in a quiet conversation with Jenny on the couch. The feelings of motherly pride returned as she watched her little angel’s tender interaction with the girl he cared for so deeply. She really didn’t want to disturb them if she didn’t have too…<br> “Alright everyone,” she began again. “Lets get to work.”<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
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Post by leigh19 on Feb 28, 2005 19:38:41 GMT -5
“I thank you humbly.” Demetrius said with a slight bow as he took the last satchel of poison tipped arrows from the darklighter. It had been quite lucky that he, along with the three that now aligned themselves with him, had stumbled across a particularly productive darklighter apothecary which had willingly provided them with the rest of the supplies they would need.
His first major victory was so near now, he could feel it.
He hoped that it was only one of many to come.
“Are we all ready then?” he asked, turning to his companions.
Mel and Phoebe were strapping their own supplies of arrows securely to their backs, and Cole looked down at his new cross bow in admiration.
“Yes.” The young female demon replied as she tightened the last strap. “Let’s get this over with.”<br> Demetrius gave a cold laugh which caused Mel to glare in his direction. “Patience my sweet.” The demon cooed, locking eyes with the girl and taking a few slow steps towards her. “A good kill must not be rushed…it must be savoured. You must not be hasty, or you may risk defeat…and it would be such a shame to loose that pretty little head of yours now, wouldn’t it?”<br> “Hey!” Cole cut in gruffly, stepping between the demon and his daughter. “Speak to her like that again, and this arrow will be sent straight through your heart.”<br> Demetrius gave a toothy smile. “Your daughter should feel honoured to have my admiration.”<br> Eyes flashing, Cole gave a roar of anger and was about to send the other demon crashing into the nearest cave wall when the arrival of another figure distracted them both away from their fight.
The newly arrived demon instantly dashed over to Demetrius, his bulgy yellow eyes wide with worry.
“Master, there are several demons in your lair,” he began, slightly out of breath. “They are all wishing to discuss important matters with you. I think they want to join…”
Demetrius smiled at the lower level demon. “Tell them to late a little longer, Cronous. I’m off to kill a few Hallwell’s…I’ll be back shortly.”<br> “But sir-”<br> “This is not my main concern now.” Demetrius barked, his eyes flashing red with annoyance. “You have done so much for me already tonight; I think you can handle this one last simple task. Now go.”<br> Cronous nodded timidly, before shimmering back out to meet his master’s demands.
Plastering his sickeningly false smile back across his face, Demetrius turned towards Cole, Phoebe and Mel.
It was finally time for his victory.
It was finally time to do what many had dreamt of since the Charmed ones had come to be.
Soon, the power of there would be broken, and all of those infected with whitelighter blood would get what they deserved…
“Let’s get to work…” the demon said, his face set with fierce determination.
And with that, they shimmered out…<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Mar 2, 2005 0:36:32 GMT -5
CHAPTER 10 (part II) -March 2
“What do you call the blue thing again?” Jenny asked, her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to remember.
Chris smiled, more than happy to provide another explanation. He was quite enjoying his talk with Jenny…aside from the fact that it meant being close to her, he felt a strange sense of importance as he patiently answered all of her questions about magic.
“It’s called orbing.” He replied. “It’s a whitelighters most basic power. You’ll definitely be able to do it.”<br> Her eyes widened slightly and she shifted excitedly on the couch that she and Chris were now sitting on. “Are you sure?”<br> “Pretty sure.” He paused and held out his hand for her to take. “Here, I’ll help you.”<br> She gingerly placed her petite hand in his and watched in awe as a swirl of electric blue lights slowly engulfed both of their arms.
“I’m just orbing part of us- so you can get used to the feeling.” He explained as he too looked down at the sight.
She felt the warmth of the lights on her arm and she smiled at both the overwhelming beauty and revitalisation it brought about. It felt so strange, and yet, at the same time it felt so natural…<br> “I’m going to let go.” Chris said quietly, breaking her away from her thoughts. “Try to concentrate on keeping it going after I do.”<br> She nodded and focused all of her energy to the area as Chris slowly drew away. She managed to keep it going on her own for a few brief seconds before the lights faded and her arm was solid once more.
“Wow.” She whispered, proud of her small achievement.
Chris smiled. “See, you can do it. You just need practice.”<br> “When did you first start doing it?” Jenny asked, eager to know how long it would be before she could transport herself anywhere she wanted to go... “Does it take awhile to learn?”<br> “Not really…I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. When I was really little my dad did the orbing, but I think I got the hang of it myself before I was one. According to my mom when I was eleven months old I orbed out in a shopping mall and she had to freeze everyone there so we wouldn’t be exposed- that’s her power-freezing time.”<br> Jenny giggled quietly as she tried to picture the scenario. “I imagine that was rather stressful.” She said, still smiling. “So…how exactly does the orbing think work anyway?”<br> There was a slight pause as the boy contemplated his answer. “I don’t really know.” He admitted somewhat sheepishly. “I think it has something to do with being partially composed of light…which is what allows us into the heavenly realm...because…ummm.” he paused again. “You know, I haven’t really given it that much thought. It’s magic…it doesn’t need an explanation…”
Jenny laughed again, this time blushing ever so slightly as she stared straight into his captivating green eyes. Her mind was still completely overwhelmed from the night’s events, but she couldn’t suppress the happiness that always filled her when she was around Chris.
She had always been drawn to him…enjoyed his company over anyone else’s…now, she knew why.
They shared a very special bond. They were meant to be…<br> At that moment, as she continued to look silently into his eyes, she felt like the luckiest girl alive. The boy she had been in love with for so many years was, quite literally, an angel. A very very attractive angel…<br> And best of all, he seemed to like her back.
His gaze contained just as much love as hers.
They had finally shared a kiss…<br> Despite everything that was going on around them, this filled her with almost unimaginable joy.
“So…” she began, glancing back down at the attics wooden floor. “If we do manage to break the spell and everything…are we still on for Saturday?”<br> A look of confusion crossed the boys face for a second before the realization hit.
Just before the chaos at the dance…when they had been outside… he had asked her out. On their first official date. In all of the stress of this night, he had almost forgotten…but, he was more than happy to be reminded.
Chris smiled his trademark lopsided smile. “Of course,” he replied. “And we will break the spell.” His smile turned to a look of determination as he spoke. “There is no way I am going to spend the rest of my life looking like an angel. I’m enough of a freak without the wings.”<br> “Oh, I dunno” Jenny said playfully, lacing her arm around his back and brushing the soft feathers. “Like I said before, they suit you.”<br> He smiled once again as his mind wondered back to earlier that evening. She had said exactly that- at the dance- only then, the wings had been a costume.
Now…they were real…<br> It was rather ironic really, that the night he and Mel had decided to dress up as ‘themselves’ they had been forced to actually become ‘themselves’. Somehow, their little Halloween joke didn’t seem so funny anymore…<br> He wondered where Mel was now- what she was doing…<br> The thought made him hope even more that they managed to reverse the spell…and soon. It gave him chills to think that his cousin- the girl he had always considered a sister- could possibly spend the rest of her life as a demon. Deep down, he knew that Mel wasn’t evil…no matter what this spell had done to her. She didn’t deserve to be bound to this horrible fate…<br> “We’re going to break the spell.” He said again, this time with even more determination than before. “We have too.”<br>
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Post by leigh19 on Mar 2, 2005 0:37:05 GMT -5
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Piper forced herself to look away from Chris and Jenny on the couch. She didn’t want to look like she was eavesdropping …even though she technically was. They were still deep in discussion, and from what she could over hear Chris was attempting to explain whitelighter powers the best he could. He was so patient and gentle as he spoke, and Piper knew, as she watched their interaction, that she had raised her son well. She had taught her boys from a young age how to treat a lady…it was important to her that they grow up to be respectful young men. She had wanted to prove to herself, and others, that having men lead the Hallwell line would not be the disaster Grams had made it out to be. She was proud to say that, thanks to her, both Chris and Wyatt courteous, caring, honourable boys...well, maybe she couldn’t take all of the credit…having an angel as a father may have helped with these matters too…<br> Whatever the reason, she couldn’t have been more pleased.
“The potion’s ready.” Paige said suddenly, breaking Piper away from her thoughts with a start. “How’s the spell coming?”<br> The youngest charmed one walked over to the table, followed closely by Emily.
“Alright.” Leo replied, glancing down at the sheet of paper he and Piper had been making revisions on. “We’re just fixing up the last line…we want to make sure it’s really specific.”<br> Piper nodded in agreement. “Yes, we have to summon the demon that cast this spell…not any other spell.”<br> Looking thoughtful, Paige studied the sheet to see if she could be of any help. “Sounds okay to me.” She stated after a few seconds. “It should work…” she paused and looked back up at her sister and brother and law. “But, I’ve been thinking, after we deal with the demon, how are we gonna get Mel, Cole, and Phoebe back? Do we have another plan? What if killing the demon doesn’t reverse the spell?”<br> Piper and Leo exchanged a worried glance, but before either one could say anything, Emily spoke.
“Mel, Cole and Phoebe?” she asked with curiosity. “Who are they?”<br> “Err…” Piper began, unsure of how she could explain the situation. “Our family is even more complicated than it appears…”
Paige and Leo nodded in agreement, causing only more confusion for the new witch.
“Basically.” Paige said, picking up where Piper had left off. “Phoebe is our other sister…but she’s not here right now because her husband- Cole, and daughter- Melinda, were turned into demons by the spell…”
The oldest charmed one sighed as she was forced to think of the other terrible situation that had arisen that night. “Yep. They turned evil and somehow managed to bring Phoebe down into the underworld too…”
“But not before she said some really nasty things.” Paige added bitterly.
Paige, I’m sure she didn’t mean it- she was probably being influenced by Cole and Mel already…” Piper retorted, still feeling the need to defend Phoebe, even after what she had said to the rest of her family.
It hadn’t really been Phoebe talking…she knew that…<br> At least, she hoped she did.
“Wouldn’t be too sure…” Paige muttered darkly under her breath.
But before the sisters could debate the issue any further, Emily cut in again. “Let me get this straight…” she began, her eyes wide as she tried to comprehend what she had been told. “You married a whitelighter and your sister married a demon.” Piper nodded in affirmation. “Wow…” Emily whispered. “This family really is strange…”
Piper smiled slightly. “Yep. It’s pretty strange from our point of view too. But Cole is a reformed demon- he hasn’t done anything evil in years. And this is a first time for Mel…it’s all because of the spell, and THAT is why we must reverse it.” She paused and refocused her attention, not wanting to discuss the other half of the family anymore. “Wyatt? Are you having any luck with the book?”<br> Her oldest son shook his head. “Not yet. The guy I saw was pretty typical…I wasn’t close enough to see any distinguishing features.”<br> “Maybe he should just give up.” Leo said, looking down at his wife. “We might be better just to get this over with as soon as possible.”<br> Reluctantly, the oldest charmed one gave in. “Alright. We have a really strong potion and a spell, that should be enough to go on. Paige, go get the crystals…lets just summon this demon and vanquish his sorry ass.”<br> They all nodded in agreement, but before Paige could take more than two steps she gave a cry of pain as an arrow suddenly lodged itself deeply into her shoulder.
Piper turned in panic to the dark corner the arrow had come from…<br> “No need to summon me.” A cool voice said from the shadows. “I’m already here.”<br> The demon stepped into the light and it was soon clear that he was not alone.
He had companions.
Three companions…<br> Cole, Phoebe and Mel were with him, and they were all equipped to kill…<br>
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A/N There ya go. Sorry for a looooooong wait. Like I said, I have way too much actual work PLEASE review...I'd really like some feedback, good or bad:)
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Post by staceface510 on Mar 4, 2005 21:58:46 GMT -5
Wow! I just read everything tonight and I already want more!! I love the idea for the story and how Chris has a soul mate! Keep going please!!
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Post by leigh19 on Mar 6, 2005 18:12:02 GMT -5
Staceface- So glad you enjoyed it!! Thanks so much for the feedback!
CHAPTER 11
Piper’s heart beat wildly in her chest as she stood starring at the new arrivals in the attic. Her body was in too much shock to move and even though she knew that she should be taking some sort of action against the intruders, she couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.
Cole, Mel…<br> Phoebe…<br> They were family. She loved them dearly…and yet it was clear from the cool expressions on their faces and the deadly weapons in their hands that they were here for one destructive purpose…<br> They were here to kill…<br> They had already hurt Paige…<br> She remained in her frozen state for several seconds- hardly noticing as Wyatt rushed to his fallen aunt’s side and began to heal her wound.
This wasn’t happening…<br> This wasn’t real…<br> They would never turn against the family like this…<br> She still didn’t want to believe it…<br> It wasn’t until Phoebe spoke that Piper was finally snapped out of her state of shock.
“Surprised to see us, Piper?” she asked a slight smirk across her face.
Piper noticed briefly that the joy that usually shone in her younger sisters eyes was dead and gone…even though her changes were not as physical as her husbands and daughters, something was very different about her…<br> She had turned...
“Don’t worry.” Phoebe began again- still looking directly at her older sister. “We’re not here for you…we’re here for everyone else…”
A cool fear washed over Piper and she waved her hands frantically hoping to freeze them before they could do anymore harm.
But, instead of freezing, the four attackers sprang into action, each focused on taking out their next victim.
Piper was knocked painfully onto the floor by the unfamiliar demon as he bolted past her to get to Leo. Her vision darkened slightly but she refused to let herself pass out. She needed to help save her family…they all needed her help…<br> She drew in several deep breaths, and attempted to get back onto her feet.
She couldn’t give up so soon.
She needed to ignore the pain.
She needed to fight…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Mel immediately turned her attention to the other side of the attic.
She could see him there…his eyes wide with confusion and fear…<br> Chris.
She needed to eliminate Chris- only then could she be completely free. As soon as he was dead she would have no reason to fight the demon inside of her
She quickly shimmed to where he stood and, upon her arrival, was surprised to see that he was not alone. There was another…like him…standing timidly behind Chris, tears welling in her big blue eyes.
Jenny.
Mel recognised her from school.
What was she doing here?
Was she a whitelighter too?
It certainly appeared that way…that was quite an unexpected twist…<br> All Mel knew for sure was that the girl was afraid- afraid of the demon that was here to bring her end…<br> The young demon gave a satisfied smirk, glad to know that she had been the cause of fear in another.
Slowly, she raised her crossbow and aimed it steadily towards the two pitiful creatures before her. They were weak…useless…<br> Whitelighters served no purpose and deserved nothing but death.
“Mel.” Chris said quietly, his gentle voice containing note of apprehension as he stared straight at the cousin he had once loved. His emerald eyes were full of disbelief. “Don’t. This isn’t you.”<br> The young demon hesitated ever so slightly, and a look that was almost human briefly crossed her face. His words were so full of love despite what she was about to do. What she had done to him earlier…<br> No.
She would not be weak. She would do what she had come to do…<br> Not even he could change her mind.
“This is me Christopher.” She said, her voice harsh and her face hardened once more. “This has always been me…the real me…”
“No Mel,” He replied, his tone that of unwavering determination. “You’re not a demon. You’re a witch, a good witch. You know that…deep down, I know you do…you just have to fight the spell…”
She gave a cool laugh and studied the cross bow once again. “That’s enough, whitelighter.” She hissed dangerously. “Now…which one of you wants to die first?”<br> Mel looked between her cousin, and the terrified girl behind him. Perhaps she would start with Jenny…she could sense that Chris cared for her…it would be much easier to kill him once his beloved had been hit…<br> Before she could fully contemplate her next move, she was forced back into action as Jenny suddenly reached out for Chris’ hand, probably hoping that he would be able to orb them away to safety before Mel conducted her final attack. The demon moved quickly and managed to knock the female witch-whitelighter onto the floor with the side of her deadly bow.
The girl moaned in pain, and Mel was pleased to see a surge of anger well up inside of her cousin.
She had been right…he cared for Jenny quite a bit…<br> “You first.” Mel growled, lowering the cross bow and aiming it directly at the girl.
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Post by staceface510 on Mar 6, 2005 18:25:35 GMT -5
More please..lol!!
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Post by leigh19 on Mar 6, 2005 21:30:17 GMT -5
What happened next, was a blur.
Her finger moved to the trigger and pushed down, just as another figure dashed in front of the speeding arrow, stopping it before it could hit its intended target. Mel froze in confusion for a brief second before she managed to comprehend what had happened.
Chris fell to his knees in front of her, his green eyes wide with pain as the arrow in his chest began to spread its poison through his body.
He had intercepted her attack.
He had given up his own life to save another…<br> Something snapped inside of her as she stared at the dying boy.
She had caused this…he had brought pain to one that was so pure…so good…<br> Her own cousin- the boy she had always loved so deeply- was going to die because of her actions. Chris slowly looked up at her, his face portraying both his pain and his pity.
He pitied her.
Pitied her for what she had become…what she had done…<br> “Mel…” He choked, his eyes locking on hers briefly before he collapsed onto the ground, his hand weakly gasping at the poisoned arrow.
The sound of his voice caused a fresh wave of sickness to wash over her. There had been love in that one uttered word- love so strong that it could overcome even this. She had been the cause of all of his pain…his death…and yet he continued to love her as he always had.
He alone knew that this person…this demon…wasn’t what she was meant to be. It was a façade, only masking her true self.
She was good.
A witch.
She always had been…<br> “No!” Mel exclaimed as the gravity of the situation hit her all at once. She had been weak and given into desire…and now Chris was dying…<br> It was all her fault.
She flung the crossbow across the room and threw herself at his side, tears welling up in her red eyes. He was already so pale. His eyes were beginning to close…<br> He looked so calm and innocent as he lay on the attic floor. His heavenly white wings fanned out beneath him, and Mel was suddenly overwhelmed with the divine splendour he embodied. He was the pinnacle of good. An angel…<br> She had shot an angel…<br> “Chris,” she whispered, her voice wavering as she looked down at him. “Hold on please…I’m so sorry Chris, please hold on…”
Mel brought a shaking hand towards his wound…she needed to remove the arrow and stop the poison…then, she needed to find someone to heal him. He wouldn’t die, she wouldn’t allow it.
Before her hand could grasp the arrow, however, someone roughly pushed it away. It took her a second to remember that Chris had not been not alone.
“Don’t touch him.” Jenny said, her eyes flashing in anger and panic as she looked up at the young demon. “You did this to him…you’re a monster.”<br> Mel’s stomach churned at the sound of the girl’s emotional statement. Her instinct was to defend herself, but as she absorbed the words, she knew that Jenny was right. Only a monster would harm a creature of such good…<br> “I…I…I’m sorry.” she stuttered, unable to find anything else to say.
Looking away in disgust, Jenny placed a tender hand on Chris’ chest, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “It’ll be okay…” she whispered, brushing a few stands of dark hair off of his sweaty forehead. Shaking with grief she slowly reached out to remove the arrow, but Mel sprang back into action before she could.
“Don’t.” Mel snapped forcefully, locking eyes with the other girl once again. “That arrow is poisonous to whitelighters. Touch it, and you’ll die too.”<br> Jenny’s eyes grew wide, and despite herself she trusted what Mel had said. She had never encountered such a thing before, but judging by its strange effects it had on Chris she knew that it must contain some sort of deadly substance.
Reluctantly she drew back and allowed the young demon to finally pull it out. Chris groaned in pain, causing both girls to flinch. Despite their differences, the one thing they could agree on right now was saving Chris.
Neither could stand to see him hurt.
Mel frantically looked around the room. She couldn’t see Leo anywhere and Wyatt was occupied with Demetrius on the other side of the attic…<br> Her heart beat quickened as she was once again hit with the painful reality that Chris could die if they didn’t get someone to heal him soon. She knew would never be able to live with herself if something happened…she should have fought the spell harder…she should have realized what Chris had known all along…<br> Deep down, she wasn’t really evil…<br> “Uncle Leo.” She called, hoping that the whitelighter could somehow hear her. “Please…Chris needs you.”<br> There were several long seconds of silence. Chris’ increasingly ragged breathing was the only thing she could hear…the sound pounded in her ears, reminding her of his pain…<br> Of what she had caused…<br> She knew that no one was coming…they were all too tied up in the heat of battle…
Maybe Leo wasn’t even alive…<br> Tearing her eyes away from the dying angel, she looked back at Jenny who had now returned to her feeble attempts to comfort Chris. Mel wanted to comfort him too, but somehow it felt wrong to invade on the private moment between the two whitelighters. She watched as Jenny leaned over him, still shaking and whispering reassurances under her breath. If the situation hadn’t been so serious she may have admired the beauty of the scene…it was such a stark contrast to everything else she had experienced that night. She could sense that the love between them was so strong…<br> “Chris,” Jenny whispered, her blue eyes overflowing with tears. “Please don’t leave me…don’t let go…”
He drew in another weak breath and slowly opened his emerald eyes. A faint smile crossed his angelic face and his hand weakly griped Jenny’s. “I’m sorry.” He breathed his voice barely audible. “I’m so sorry I can’t stay…”
And with that, his eyes closed once again and his breathing slowed even further.
“No!” Jenny cried, sobs finally over taking her body. She knew that he couldn’t hold on much longer, it was powerful poison, he couldn’t fight it. She knew that death was near…<br> “No, you can’t go…not yet.” She whispered as she tenderly brought her hand to the side of his face. “I love you…”
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Post by leigh19 on Mar 6, 2005 22:27:26 GMT -5
Mel’s heart broke as she continued to watch, her body numb.
This was it…<br> This was the end…<br> Her cousin- this gentle angel who had never done anything but love her wholeheartedly- was going to die because of what she had done…<br> Just as all final hope was about to leave her, Mel’s eyes widened in shock as a faint golden glow suddenly began to encircle the two young whitelighters. The light intensified, slowly at first, until finally erupting into one last brilliant flash…<br> She blinked several times in an attempt to clear her vision. She had never seen anything like that before…she didn’t know what it was…what it had meant…<br> “Jenny?” a familiar voice asked suddenly, causing her to snap her gaze forward. “Mel?”<br> Chris…<br> As her eyes managed to focus once again she could see that Chris was slowly sitting up.
He had said her name…he was alive…<br> Her heart beat quickened and relief washed over her as her brain began to make sense of what had occurred.
He had been so close to death…but the light…the golden light…it must have healed him…somehow, he was okay…<br> She watched as an equally relieved Jenny fell into his embrace and buried her face in his shirt. “You’re okay!” she cried, her tears still flowing, only now they were tears of happiness, not grief.
He smiled and wrapped a comforting arm around her. “Yeah.” He replied, his green eyes still slightly hazy form the poison. “You healed me…I think.”<br> “Don’t scare me like that again.” Jenny said, her words slightly muffled by his shirt.
“I’ll try not to.” He replied with a slight laugh as he kissed her gently atop the head. When he looked back up, his gaze slowly wondered over to Mel who remained frozen in her place.
Relief, shock, guilt and pain were all whirling around inside of her. She didn’t know what to say, or how to feel…<br> “Hey,” Chris said, grinning slightly in her direction. “Glad you’re back.”<br> There was a brief pause as the two Halliwell’s locked eyes.
Mel finally drew a deep breath and forced her self to speak. “I’m so sorry Chris.” She whispered, her voice still shaking.
She was happy he was okay, but she was burdened down by the guilt of what she had done…she didn’t understand how he could be so forgiving…<br> Chris continued to look at her thoughtfully. “It’s alright.” He replied, glancing briefly over at the discarded darklighter bow. “I’m fine, and I know it wasn’t really you.”<br> She nodded slowly, not wholly convinced…sure, she was under a spell…but it was a spell that was supposed to bring out true nature…she knew she wasn’t evil- she choose not to be- but she also knew that a part of her was capable of extreme harm…the thought made her sick.
“Really.” He said again, his voice slightly more serious. “I’ll be fine- don’t beat yourself up over this…things happen. You’re not really a demon, and you know it.”<br> She gave him a weak smile. “Yeah, I just look like one at the moment…it sure beats my Halloween costume, don’t you think?”<br> Chris recognised the slight humour in her voice and returned her smile. “Definitely.”<br> Before there could be any more apologies or reunions, a sudden bang from across the attic snapped all three teenagers back into the reality of the situation. In all of the drama they had almost forgotten about the battle being waged by the rest of the family.
A loud scream echoed through the attic and, after exchanging a worried glance, the three took off took off into the chaos…<br> XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX A/N Next chapter; the other half of the battle. You’ll see what’s going on with everyone else, and see the final outcome…muhahahaha. Plus, I shall explain more about how Chris was healed; include some fluff, and a few sweet cousinly moments.
Sorry to divide it up…I still have a lot of work (I SHOULD NOT be working on this right now…I’m so bad) putting the whole battle in one Chapt. would have taken me far to long. I shall update next week. (Thursday or Friday)
Oh, and in case there is any confusion, the ‘love’ I speak of between Chris and Mel is just cousinly love…this is NOT ‘that’ kind of story. Eww.
Please Review!!
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Post by staceface510 on Mar 7, 2005 17:19:21 GMT -5
Just keeps getting better. Can't wait for the next chapter!
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Post by Charmed Force on Mar 7, 2005 21:17:17 GMT -5
Leigh, this story is great! I love it! I love the twist with Jenny, and the totally real feelings her mom has about whitelighters and all. That's awesome!
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