Post by HeavenlySix on Jun 8, 2005 1:34:47 GMT -5
The Coven: Destiny
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed or any of its characters.
This story (which I hope to develop into an ongoing series) takes place a week after season 7’s finale. It (obviously) is set in an alternate universe. The Elders have discovered the Charmed Ones surviving the explosion, but instead of punishing them…they give them an offer through the Angel of Destiny. All the chapters will have weird titles, so bear with me. This is my first fanfiction. First (long-ish) fiction, really 'cause I'm a news writer mostly. So, I hope you enjoy and if you want to leave a comment--be brutally harsh and honest.
Chapter 1: Puppies Are Cute
As another car pbehinded by Heatherwood Park, Sidney Douglass behind kept on walking in circles. He took quiet breaths and was almost silent, though he was feeling unsettled. Every sound that rang through the park was picked up by the 16-year-old’s sensitive ears. Sidney heard nothing but the rustling of dead leaves and Rook rustling to get out of his leash he was attached to. Much to the behindurance of everyone else, he still was uneasy about using his golden retriever as demon bait.
His cell phone vibrated and he quickly picked it up. Lowering his voice to a point where it was barely audible.
“Can you remind me why we’re after dog-eating demons?†he asked, somewhat angrily. “And why we’re using Rook?â€
Taylor Cross rolled her eyes and peaked out from behind the tree. Hiding there was relatively easy because of her stick-thin figure. “It’s not that we have to get them for their diet, but we gotta stop them from killing or turning the dog owners. And you’re the only one of us who has a dog.â€
“Sis, cut him some slack,†Peter started. His voice progressively got louder as he spoke. “We did just drag him out of school to make potions.â€
“Could you be any less quiet, Pete?†Taylor hissed quietly. Their three-way calls always ended in Peter and Taylor squabbling.
“Both of you, shut up. Rook’s feeling something…they’re almost here, so get ready,†Sidney said, getting ready to hang up. “On a side-note, please pull me out of school more often. Trig’s sooooo boring.â€
Sidney put his phone back in his jean jacket’s pocket and breathed in the autumn air. He squatted and pretended to urge his retriever to do his business, putting a plastic bag over his hand. Beginning to whistle the ending theme of the “Hulk†TV-series, he heard the stifled laughter of Peter and Taylor in the distance with his enhanced hearing. With that, he heard three sets of footsteps—exactly what they were waiting for. Sidney turned around.
Before him stood three dark-haired demons. They all were snarling and it seemed that their skin was made up of countless patches of fur sewn together. Sidney looked disgusted and kneeled. With his eyes glued on to the oncoming fiends, he smiled sweetly as he scratched Rook’s ears quickly and told him to run to the truck.
“Let’s rock, uglies.â€
---
The Charmed Ones sat and looked at the image before them as they sat in their small hotel room. Their eyes were fixated, almost never blinking.
Phoebe bit her index finger and tried to think of something to say, processing the image of a young man savagely beating down an ugly, furry demon. He was fighting in jeans and flip flops, which furthers his appearance of being rather young (despite being around 6 feet tall). His eyes were slanted and green, hair black, skin fair and build lanky. The boy moved quickly and hit hard, using his clawed hands as if he were a tiger. Phoebe sat amazed as he ripped off a mbehind of the demon’s neck. Its body dissolved into a puddle of black.
“He’s not just a child,†the Angel of Destiny told the girls. “He has the rare power of taking on animal traits and he is growing into his empathic gifts.â€
“How long has he been at it? I mean, being a witch that is?†Paige asked, wondering if they should go and help them.
The Angel of Destiny knew the Charmed Ones fretted with his proposition. He told the Charmed Ones to keep watching the scene that was taking place in real time. The scene jumped to two other people, who jumped in on the fighting. The girl stood at just 5 feet and 6 inches and was a striking woman. She shared brown eyes with her brother, but was blonde. Her brother was four inches taller than her, but was more built than the younger man before. His chestnut brown hair was slicked back and it seemed he had an eternal smirk on his face.
“The boy has grown with the craft all his life. His parents are witches and he has fully embraced his being and his gifts, which is something at 16 years. Not to offend you three, but he would have been much more prepared than you were at your beginnings if he were in your shoes at 12.â€
Piper, Phoebe and Paige threw a look at the Angel, who laughed heartily.
“I’m not exactly lying,†he told them with a smile.
“And how old are these two? Seventeen?†Piper asked sarcastically. “We might as well be asking fetuses.â€
“Peter is 22. His sister Taylor is 25. While they don’t’ have the same upbringing as the boy, they’re seasoned witches,†the Angel told them.
The girls watched as the two were fighting the remaining dog-eaters who started throwing blue orbs. Peter teleported in a flash before any of their energy balls touched him, then reappearing in the same spot. Taylor, who remained stationary, defended herself by turning the projectiles into ice. The two worked well together. The girl tossed ice shards seamlessly to distract the demons while her brother tossed her a vial of red liquid, which they threw. Unlike the other one, the potion caused them to explode.
“Ni-i-i-ce,†Phoebe said, nodding her head in approval. Piper slapped her arm and shook her head.
Paige sighed and looked at the Angel. She, as well as both of her sisters, still was uncomfortable with what the Angel was offering. It would give them freedom, but could they really ask others who voluntarily give up that freedom to tie it with their destiny? They couldn’t answer that, but they still wanted to know. “When are you going to ask them?â€
“Oh, no, Paige. The three of you are going to do that.â€
---
“I like to shop,†Sidney said as he looked down at himself. His jacket was in shreds while his shirt was stained in the black liquid one would have to behindume was the demon’s blood. “But I really don’t like having to replace all these clothes every time we do sweeps. I loved this shirt.â€
Peter and Taylor didn’t escape being soiled either. Their clothes were covered in chunks of dog-eating demon flesh from the explosion. The smell wasn’t the most pleasant smell either. Sidney, whose sense of smell was high too, shifted back to normal. His nails shrunk back as did his teeth.
“At least your disposable incomes can cover those replacements,†Taylor said, trying to take off the biggest pieces off of her. “I certainly can’t afford it so often on a bookseller’s salary.â€
“Or a waiter’s,†Peter chimed in. He flashed just himself then reappeared about a foot away so that all of the pieces on him dropped to the ground. It was unfortunate for him that his shirt was still stained. “Let’s go home so I could shower. I got a date tonight.â€
Taylor decided to stop trying to get all of the pieces of her and started walking to her car. “Sid, can you make sure that Rook doesn’t…make…in the truck again?â€
“He won’t do it again. Last time was an accident. You kept stopping so that made him nervous,†Sidney explained as he took off the remnants of his jacket and put them in the nearby trash.
“Why can’t you take your own car?†Peter asked, drooling at the image of the 16-year-old’s Aston Martin. He took off his shirt, revealing a rather nice body. His sister and Sidney both wondered why Peter ends up shirtless almost everyday.
“’Cause…†the young one began. “We’ve already designated that the truck is the Coven-mobile.â€
Finally in the truck, Taylor put in the keys and started the engine. She put down the truck’s windows and told the golden retriever in the back to stop biting her rope.
“Get in the car,†she shouted. “And stop calling it the Coven-mobile. It’s really lame.â€
Next Chapter: The Chunky Monkey
The Charmed Ones come face to face with the rookeis while a plan brews in the Underworld to take advantage of their "death". How is the Charmed destiny tied to the novice witches? What is the deal the Angel of Destiny is proposing? Why is Sidney's favorite ice cream flavor the Chunky Monkey? Find out in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed or any of its characters.
This story (which I hope to develop into an ongoing series) takes place a week after season 7’s finale. It (obviously) is set in an alternate universe. The Elders have discovered the Charmed Ones surviving the explosion, but instead of punishing them…they give them an offer through the Angel of Destiny. All the chapters will have weird titles, so bear with me. This is my first fanfiction. First (long-ish) fiction, really 'cause I'm a news writer mostly. So, I hope you enjoy and if you want to leave a comment--be brutally harsh and honest.
Chapter 1: Puppies Are Cute
As another car pbehinded by Heatherwood Park, Sidney Douglass behind kept on walking in circles. He took quiet breaths and was almost silent, though he was feeling unsettled. Every sound that rang through the park was picked up by the 16-year-old’s sensitive ears. Sidney heard nothing but the rustling of dead leaves and Rook rustling to get out of his leash he was attached to. Much to the behindurance of everyone else, he still was uneasy about using his golden retriever as demon bait.
His cell phone vibrated and he quickly picked it up. Lowering his voice to a point where it was barely audible.
“Can you remind me why we’re after dog-eating demons?†he asked, somewhat angrily. “And why we’re using Rook?â€
Taylor Cross rolled her eyes and peaked out from behind the tree. Hiding there was relatively easy because of her stick-thin figure. “It’s not that we have to get them for their diet, but we gotta stop them from killing or turning the dog owners. And you’re the only one of us who has a dog.â€
“Sis, cut him some slack,†Peter started. His voice progressively got louder as he spoke. “We did just drag him out of school to make potions.â€
“Could you be any less quiet, Pete?†Taylor hissed quietly. Their three-way calls always ended in Peter and Taylor squabbling.
“Both of you, shut up. Rook’s feeling something…they’re almost here, so get ready,†Sidney said, getting ready to hang up. “On a side-note, please pull me out of school more often. Trig’s sooooo boring.â€
Sidney put his phone back in his jean jacket’s pocket and breathed in the autumn air. He squatted and pretended to urge his retriever to do his business, putting a plastic bag over his hand. Beginning to whistle the ending theme of the “Hulk†TV-series, he heard the stifled laughter of Peter and Taylor in the distance with his enhanced hearing. With that, he heard three sets of footsteps—exactly what they were waiting for. Sidney turned around.
Before him stood three dark-haired demons. They all were snarling and it seemed that their skin was made up of countless patches of fur sewn together. Sidney looked disgusted and kneeled. With his eyes glued on to the oncoming fiends, he smiled sweetly as he scratched Rook’s ears quickly and told him to run to the truck.
“Let’s rock, uglies.â€
---
The Charmed Ones sat and looked at the image before them as they sat in their small hotel room. Their eyes were fixated, almost never blinking.
Phoebe bit her index finger and tried to think of something to say, processing the image of a young man savagely beating down an ugly, furry demon. He was fighting in jeans and flip flops, which furthers his appearance of being rather young (despite being around 6 feet tall). His eyes were slanted and green, hair black, skin fair and build lanky. The boy moved quickly and hit hard, using his clawed hands as if he were a tiger. Phoebe sat amazed as he ripped off a mbehind of the demon’s neck. Its body dissolved into a puddle of black.
“He’s not just a child,†the Angel of Destiny told the girls. “He has the rare power of taking on animal traits and he is growing into his empathic gifts.â€
“How long has he been at it? I mean, being a witch that is?†Paige asked, wondering if they should go and help them.
The Angel of Destiny knew the Charmed Ones fretted with his proposition. He told the Charmed Ones to keep watching the scene that was taking place in real time. The scene jumped to two other people, who jumped in on the fighting. The girl stood at just 5 feet and 6 inches and was a striking woman. She shared brown eyes with her brother, but was blonde. Her brother was four inches taller than her, but was more built than the younger man before. His chestnut brown hair was slicked back and it seemed he had an eternal smirk on his face.
“The boy has grown with the craft all his life. His parents are witches and he has fully embraced his being and his gifts, which is something at 16 years. Not to offend you three, but he would have been much more prepared than you were at your beginnings if he were in your shoes at 12.â€
Piper, Phoebe and Paige threw a look at the Angel, who laughed heartily.
“I’m not exactly lying,†he told them with a smile.
“And how old are these two? Seventeen?†Piper asked sarcastically. “We might as well be asking fetuses.â€
“Peter is 22. His sister Taylor is 25. While they don’t’ have the same upbringing as the boy, they’re seasoned witches,†the Angel told them.
The girls watched as the two were fighting the remaining dog-eaters who started throwing blue orbs. Peter teleported in a flash before any of their energy balls touched him, then reappearing in the same spot. Taylor, who remained stationary, defended herself by turning the projectiles into ice. The two worked well together. The girl tossed ice shards seamlessly to distract the demons while her brother tossed her a vial of red liquid, which they threw. Unlike the other one, the potion caused them to explode.
“Ni-i-i-ce,†Phoebe said, nodding her head in approval. Piper slapped her arm and shook her head.
Paige sighed and looked at the Angel. She, as well as both of her sisters, still was uncomfortable with what the Angel was offering. It would give them freedom, but could they really ask others who voluntarily give up that freedom to tie it with their destiny? They couldn’t answer that, but they still wanted to know. “When are you going to ask them?â€
“Oh, no, Paige. The three of you are going to do that.â€
---
“I like to shop,†Sidney said as he looked down at himself. His jacket was in shreds while his shirt was stained in the black liquid one would have to behindume was the demon’s blood. “But I really don’t like having to replace all these clothes every time we do sweeps. I loved this shirt.â€
Peter and Taylor didn’t escape being soiled either. Their clothes were covered in chunks of dog-eating demon flesh from the explosion. The smell wasn’t the most pleasant smell either. Sidney, whose sense of smell was high too, shifted back to normal. His nails shrunk back as did his teeth.
“At least your disposable incomes can cover those replacements,†Taylor said, trying to take off the biggest pieces off of her. “I certainly can’t afford it so often on a bookseller’s salary.â€
“Or a waiter’s,†Peter chimed in. He flashed just himself then reappeared about a foot away so that all of the pieces on him dropped to the ground. It was unfortunate for him that his shirt was still stained. “Let’s go home so I could shower. I got a date tonight.â€
Taylor decided to stop trying to get all of the pieces of her and started walking to her car. “Sid, can you make sure that Rook doesn’t…make…in the truck again?â€
“He won’t do it again. Last time was an accident. You kept stopping so that made him nervous,†Sidney explained as he took off the remnants of his jacket and put them in the nearby trash.
“Why can’t you take your own car?†Peter asked, drooling at the image of the 16-year-old’s Aston Martin. He took off his shirt, revealing a rather nice body. His sister and Sidney both wondered why Peter ends up shirtless almost everyday.
“’Cause…†the young one began. “We’ve already designated that the truck is the Coven-mobile.â€
Finally in the truck, Taylor put in the keys and started the engine. She put down the truck’s windows and told the golden retriever in the back to stop biting her rope.
“Get in the car,†she shouted. “And stop calling it the Coven-mobile. It’s really lame.â€
Next Chapter: The Chunky Monkey
The Charmed Ones come face to face with the rookeis while a plan brews in the Underworld to take advantage of their "death". How is the Charmed destiny tied to the novice witches? What is the deal the Angel of Destiny is proposing? Why is Sidney's favorite ice cream flavor the Chunky Monkey? Find out in the next chapter.