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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 26, 2016 11:43:43 GMT -5
Oho, challenges between half demons! Interesting, interesting. Yeah, Seth turns out to be useful in many ways. At least, his research helps - most of the time. lol Hehe. Yeah, Max is great at rubbing people the wrong way and he's also great at taking offense. He and Seth are not off to a great start. For now though, let's see what's up with Chris and his cousins.
Chapter Eleven – A Vacation and A Ring “But what are you going to do?” Hope wanted to know as she looked up at Cilly and Chris. “You’ve been talking forever, but you don’t seem to have come up with a plan.” Chris sighed and turned away from Cilly to look at her sister. “We have to go there.” Hope frowned. “Go where?” “We have to go where your parents planned to have their vacation and see if they’re there.” Hope looked at her sisters. “But I thought it was forbidden, that Dad had to get special permission to take Mom.” Chris nodded. “They aren’t going to let us up there,” Hope protested. “We’re only half cupid and you aren’t even that much.” “As in I’m not cupid at all,” Chris retorted. Ladybug laughed. “I’ve seen less likely cupids, but not many.” “Haha,” Chris mocked. “Very cute. We’re just going to have to improvise and hope it works. We don’t have to get in, but it would be useful. We do have to talk to someone who knows if they made it up there.” “Aunt Paige tried that,” Ladybug admitted. “Did they talk to her?” Ladybug shook her head. He sighed. “Well, we’ll just have to convince them.” He looked at his three cousins. “I’ll need one of you to come with me. Who should it be?” Three hands stretched out. Two of them were pointed straight at Cilly, who had her hand raised. Chris laughed. “Should I ask?” “She’s the most cupid like among us,” Hope offered. “Isn’t that the truth,” Chris agreed. “Ready to go, Cilly.” She shook her head. “It shouldn’t take me long, but if being a cupid is the most likely thing to get us in, I have some props to locate.” Chris looked at her surprised. “Like what?” Cilly gave him a mischievous look. “Like a ring.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 27, 2016 7:05:41 GMT -5
Let's hope it works without some trouble from demons in between but that will most likely happen. Or at least when they travel Up There, I guess or somewhere else where Cupids live. Hope Cilly has a ring for this.  |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 27, 2016 11:24:32 GMT -5
Let's hope it works without some trouble from demons in between but that will most likely happen. Or at least when they travel Up There, I guess or somewhere else where Cupids live. Hope Cilly has a ring for this. Cilly does have the ring. She just had to go get it. She's never worn it, because there are certain rules to doing so and she didn't want to deal with them, but she's willing to in order to try and find her parents. The next chapter skips around. It's setting up for an event that occurs in the story that is quite detrimental and must have immediate resolution.
Chapter Twelve – Complications A white Mercedes Benz pulled up into the parking lot of The Manor. The doors opened and two young women climbed out. The older one was in her late teens, maybe her early twenties. The younger one was probably only in her mid teens. Both had immaculate blonde hair. “I am not sure why I had to come along,” the younger girl commented. “For moral support, Ari,” the older girl replied. “And afterward I will treat you to dinner.” Arielle Rooks considered this and shook her head. “Addy, you have never needed moral support for anything you have ever done.” Addison Rooks smiled, ignoring her sister as she headed toward the door of the restaurant. “Come on, Ari.” Arielle laughed and followed her sister. “Excuse me,” a voice called out, behind them. Addison and Arielle stopped and looked at the man coming up behind them. “Are you talking to us?” Addison asked. The man nodded. “Please, if you would.” Addison checked her watch. “I have a few minutes. How may I help you?” “A word if you would,” the man asked. He glanced at Arielle. “Alone, if you please.” Addison looked at Arielle. “Will you wait inside for me?” “And what if he is trouble?” Arielle returned in a whisper. “He will learn better, shortly,” Addison replied. “Be careful,” Arielle warned. “Am I not always?” Addison returned as she headed toward the man. Arielle sighed, shaking her head. With one glance at her sister, she headed into the restaurant. Addison reached the man and smiled. “So, how may I help you?” “Addison Rooks?” She nodded surprised. “You have me at a disadvantage. Who are you?” “Ian King told me that you might be up for a bit of, shall we say, fun,” the man suggested. Addison smirked. “Depends on the fun. What do you have in mind?” The man held up a small vial. “This contains a special surprise that we are hoping you would be willing to help get to the right person.” “Perhaps,” she agreed, tentatively. “What is in it for me? And what would I have to do?” “You are applying to work here, correct.” She nodded. “So?” “If you get the job, you will be working with her son.” She shrugged. “He has angered the underworld.” Addison rolled her eyes. “Please. Even I have heard of this family. Of course he has angered the underworld. What do I care about your war?” “It is such a simple thing,” the man pushed. “And what is this simple thing?” “Just get him to ingest the liquid in this vial.” “Just like that,” she mocked. “Do I look like I have a death wish? He will know it was me.” “Then, make sure he doesn’t.” “And what does this special surprise do?” “It strips his powers.” She gasped. “Oh, my.” He pushed the vial into her hands. “Think about it.” She pushed it back at him. “I do not want to be part of your war.” He smiled. “And does little sister hold the same views as you?” Addison gulped. “Think about it.” He shimmered out of sight. Addison looked down at the potion in her hand. She scowled as she stuffed it into her pocket. “Stupid demon.” She headed into the restaurant. Inside she found Arielle talking to Drinka. “This is the sister I was telling you about,” Arielle announced to Drinka. “Addison is applying for a waitressing job.” “Can you cook?” Drinka asked, directing the question at Addison. “Mais oui,” Addison replied. “I learned how to cook in Paris.” Drinka looked at Arielle with raised eye brows. “What is she doing applying for a job as a waitress?” “She is bored,” Arielle returned with a laugh. “But do not worry. She can and will do the job if hired.” “I’m not the one you have to convince,” Drinka informed her with a smile. “Good luck, Miss Rooks.” Addison smiled back. “Thanks. I do not plan to need luck though. Come on, Ari, let us meet my new boss.” Arielle laughed. “Did I mention she is extremely confident?” Drinka shook her head and smiled as she watched the two sisters enter into the main room. As they walked the entry Arielle turned to her sister. “Who was that out there?” “No one,” Addison informed. “He just wanted to sell me something.” Arielle shook her hear. “Let me guess. You bought it.” “And why not?” Arielle sighed. “Oh, Addy.” Emily Colson spotted them entering the room and walked over to them. “Hello, I’m Emily. Did you need to be seated?” “I have an appointment,” Addison informed her. “I am here to see Mrs. Halliwell.” Assuming it’s not really Wyatt. Emily bit her lip to keep from laughing. She had no reason to believe her interview was anything other than unique. “Do you know what you will be preparing for her?” “I was not aware that I would be preparing anything for her,” Addison admitted, surprised. “Neither was I,” Emily admitted. “I think she needs to check her want ads.” “I did not find out about a job from a want ad,” Addison informed her. “I was given a tip by a nice young man.” Oh brother. Emily smiled at her. “I’ll go get Mrs. Halliwell. Who should I tell her is waiting?” “How many interviews does she have tonight?” Addison asked. “I’m sure I wouldn’t know,” Emily replied. “I’ll go find her.” Emily walked away from her, shaking her head. She didn’t think she wanted to work with this gal. Addison turned to Arielle. “Have you ever eaten here before, Ari?” Arielle gave her a disapproving look. “Did you have to be rude to her, Addy?” “I was not being rude, Ari.” “Yes, you were,” her sister insisted. “And if you get this job, she will be one of your co-workers. You have to be more polite than that.” Emily returned into the room with Piper behind her. She pointed in the direction of the two sisters and headed back into the kitchen. Piper approached them. “You must be my interview, Addison . . . Rooks, is it?” “That is me,” Addison agreed. “And this is my sister, Arielle.” “Does she want an interview, too?” Piper asked, examining Arielle. Addison grinned at that. She turned to her sister. “What about it, Ari?” “Who me?” Arielle asked in surprise. “No, I have got too much homework to worry about.” She offered a smile at Piper as well as her hand. “It is an honor to meet you, Mrs. Halliwell. My father speaks quite highly of you.” “Your father?” Piper asked surprised. “I don’t think I know any Rooks.” Arielle smiled. “No, I do not believe you do. Or at least not from our family. It is merely your reputation which he has heard.” “As a chef?” Arielle shrugged. “Among other things, yes.” She bowed her head slightly before looking around the room. It was busy, but a few tables remained empty. “If you do not mind, I would like to be shown to a table. I am eager to try some of your famous fare.” Piper smiled. She waved Chelsea Michaels over. “Chelsea, this young lady would like a table for two. Her sister will be joining her after I interview her.” Chelsea nodded. “Of course, Mrs. Halliwell.” She led Arielle away. Piper turned to Addison. “Have a seat, Miss Rooks. Your sister is quite charming, but it is you that must convince me to hire you. Why don’t we start with you telling me why I should hire you?” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 28, 2016 9:14:02 GMT -5
Interesting, interesting. So a demon wants to use a worker for The Manor to get Chris strip of his power, though it's not clear yet if she's even hired. Add complicated to this mix. I hope that Addison might tell Piper about this offer. It'd get weird.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 28, 2016 17:54:39 GMT -5
Interesting, interesting. So a demon wants to use a worker for The Manor to get Chris strip of his power, though it's not clear yet if she's even hired. Add complicated to this mix. I hope that Addison might tell Piper about this offer. It'd get weird. It's not really her style. She likes to avoid taking sides which is going to lead to a very odd situation. Back to Chris and Cilly and the return of a season two character if just for this story. They will learn something, but will it be enough to help them find Phoebe and Coop?
Chapter Thirteen – Cupids A warm breeze blew through the palm trees as people in shorts and t-shirts walked along the beach in the distance. The air sparkled as red and white hearts formed and surrounded two figures slowly forming. As they faded away, Cilly twisted the ring on finger. “So far so good.” “What is that ring?” Chris asked, as he looked around. “A gift from my dad,” she informed him. “Cupid’s channel their powers through their rings.” “But you aren’t . . .” “I want to be,” she informed him. “Sure I can see the good a witch can do as well, but I have talent for matchmaking and Dad has encouraged me to use it.” She wiggled the ring again. “I wasn’t supposed to wear it until I was really ready for it, because it gives me access to powers that are otherwise dormant within me.” She gulped as several people approached them. “Are you willing to do what it takes?” “Are you?” Chris returned. “I put on the ring,” she reminded him. “That means so much more than you realize.” The group reached them and a woman stepped forward from the crowd. “You are not allowed here.” “I have the right to be here,” Cilly informed them. “I am Diana,” the woman informed them. “Who are you that you believe you should be allowed in here.” “I am Pricilla Venus Hart,” Cilly informed them, ignoring Chris look of surprise at the last name. “I am a cupid, though I admit to being in training still.” “Cupids have no need to train,” Diana informed her. “And he most certainly isn’t a cupid. I can smell the witch in him.” Chris tried very hard to keep annoyance out of his voice as he asked, “Can you also smell the elder in me?” “We care nothing for elders here,” a man informed him. “The elders have no sway over the cupid.” “Perhaps not,” Chris conceded, “but that isn’t what I heard.” “You may not invade our paradise,” Diana protested. “We have no intention of invading,” Cilly replied. “We are here about the cupid, Cooper Hart.” “Who was sent by the elders,” Chris reminded them. “How is that if they have no sway here?” “I will deal with them, Cacoethes,” a voice said from behind them. Chris and Cilly turned around and looked at him. A dark haired man with a slightly rounded face and a friendly smile stood there. “Diana, you make Drazi’s work much easier sometimes. These are not here to bother your vacation spot. I will talk to them and clear everything up.” Cilly looked at Chris. He just shrugged. He had no idea who this man was. He watched amazed as the “welcome” party slowly walked away. The cupid watched until they were some distance away. He turned his smile on Cilly. “You are Phoebe’s daughter. I must say I wondered if she would ever allow herself to truly love.” “You know my mother,” Cilly asked surprised. “I met your mother, both of your mothers really, many years ago when I was chased by Drazi, the demon of hate,” the cupid told them. “You know both our mothers,” Chris repeated interested. The cupid nodded. “At the time your mother was dating a young man named Dan Gordan,” he told them. “She was conflicted with feelings for your father, but it was forbidden and she did have feelings for Dan. Phoebe didn’t have a steady relationship at the time, which is why Drazi wasn’t able to get to her when he broke up Piper’s relationship with Dan and Prue’s with Jack.” Chris and Cilly looked at each other. “Who’s Dan?” Cilly whispered to Chris. “I have no idea,” Chris admitted, “but I’m going to see if I can find out the next time I visit with my mom.” “I know who you are,” the cupid informed them, “but I do not know why you are here.” “My parents are missing,” Cilly informed him. “They were supposed to come here back in February, but they were only supposed to be gone a month. It’s been two and a half.” The cupid nodded. “I see.” “We’ve been trying to find them, but we’ve found nothing and we were hoping to check where they stayed here. How can we do that, if they won’t let us in?” The cupid was silent. “I remember hearing that Coop was bringing his noncupid wife here on a vacation, but they never showed. I was disappointed, because I would have liked to have seen your mother again. I enjoyed her company.” “They never made it?” Cilly asked stunned. The cupid shook his head. “There were those who didn’t want Coop bringing Phoebe here, but for the most part the cupids where excited to see Coop’s wife. No cupid has ever married before and very few have ever had children before.” “You mean there are more like us?” Cilly asked surprised. “Not recently,” the cupid informed her, “but on occasion, yes. It is not specifically forbidden in the way whitelighters involved with their charges is,” he said looking at Chris. “Neither is it allowed and it has always been understood that if any cupid did wish to marry, their powers would be forfeit. And some have chosen that path, but never has a cupid kept his powers when gaining a wife.” “Then, why did my father?” Cilly asked. “Because the elders interfered,” the cupid informed them. “And unlike what Cacoethes tried to tell you, they do have some authority to do that. They are not, strictly speaking, over us, but they can interfere as long as they don’t do it often.” Chris scowled. “They have too much power.” “This was not an issue until a couple of years before your parents’ marriage,” he informed Cilly. When they showed interest in that comment, he added, “That is an issue I am not permitted to discuss.” “But why?” Chris wanted to know. The cupid shook his head. “Those are answers you will have to learn without me.” “Did you hear anything when my parents didn’t show?” Cilly asked concerned more about her parents then about issue with the elders. The cupid was silent as he considered this. “I did. As I said, most were excited, but among those who weren’t I got an impression of something stronger than relief.” “Like what?” she asked softly. “Satisfaction.” “Someone did something to hurt my parents?” Cilly stared at him with worry in her eyes. “Not that anyone will admit.” “Aren’t cupids about love?” He nodded. “Some of them have been at this a very long time and no longer go out themselves. They forget about why we do this.” “Maybe they need to retire,” Cilly suggested. She paused and asked, “Is that possible?” The cupid laughed. “Since some do just that to marry, I should think that was obvious, but yes, it is. Usually those who need to retire aren’t willing to admit it.” “Have you any idea what kept my parents from arriving?” Cilly pressed, again. “Specifically, no,” he admitted. “But I know Coop made contact before leaving. And I know it takes only seconds to arrive here. Something happened in those seconds.” Cilly sighed. “If I pressed, would you let me in to look around?” He nodded. “You found what you want here, though.” He picked up her right hand touched his finger to her ring. He said nothing and dropped her hand. “You’ll find what you need. I’ve experienced what your family can do. You will find what you need.” Cilly smiled and turned to Chris. “What do you think?” “You’re the empath.” She nodded. “Let’s go home. It’s not much, but it’s more than we had before.” Chris nodded. “Since I can’t orb out of here, some help, please.” With one last look at the cupid Cilly hugged her cousin and made them disappear in red and white hearts. The cupid smiled as he watched. “It looks like the future is in good hands.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 29, 2016 9:50:58 GMT -5
So they've got some hints but still have no idea where Phoebe and Coop could be. Mmh, at least one known person there to help these two. Even in the Cupid's world not everything is shiny. The same rules are everywhere. Elder like, I mean.  |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 29, 2016 11:56:01 GMT -5
So they've got some hints but still have no idea where Phoebe and Coop could be. Mmh, at least one known person there to help these two. Even in the Cupid's world not everything is shiny. The same rules are everywhere. Elder like, I mean. I have plans to use the cupid from the comics, Kama, in a role in the cupid world at some point. It won't be the same, but she will definitely be showing up. I don't know if I would use any of the other characters from the comics, but she fit with my plans. The next chapter is short, but informative. Enjoy.
Chapter Fourteen - Evil Plots and Dirty Looks The three demons were sitting inside a café. They were still in their suits. A waitress brought them some coffee. “Can I get you gentlemen anything else?” “We are waiting on a friend,” one of them said. “More of a business acquaintance,” a second one argued. “But surely you could use something to eat while you wait,” the waitress suggested. “No,” the first one insisted. She shrugged and walked over to another table, mumbling under her breath, “Charming people.” From the other side of the sidewalk the demon who had talked to Addison earlier in the day headed toward them. He crossed the street and sat down at the fourth seat at the table. “How are your plans coming?” He asked with a smile. “It is a complete bore,” the third demon informed him. He chuckled. “Well, I have the little fence rider where I want her. She’ll do as I asked.” The second demon shook his head. “Do you really think it is wise to trust one of her type, Cobber?” Cobber shrugged. “She’ll do enough to put him at a major disadvantage. Perhaps she’ll even do what I told her to. I care not so long as the foul warlock pays up. How are things with the other brother.” “We may have found the stone,” the first demon declared. “Our meeting with you was too soon, so we decided to learn what you have done and then make our move. We have until morning to have everything set up.” Cobber nodded. “Sounds excellent. Don’t let them catch you. I wouldn’t have accepted this job if it meant go against them head on. They are too strong. You’d do well to remember that.” “Trust me,” the third demon insisted, “we remember that.” “I heard they saw you,” Cobber retorted. “Not smart.” The first demon scowled. “We wouldn’t have been seen if it wasn’t for that cursed Grimlock girl.” Cobber looked at him surprised. “The one Anya tried to drown at birth?” The first demon nodded. “The very one. Rumor has it that she was raised by a traitor to the underworld after Anya failed.” Cobber nodded. “I have heard that as well, but no one seems to be able to garner more information than that. It would make sense if you consider the demons and half demons she consorts with. Why even the Snake Prince is a traitor to his blood if anyone would dare try to take it up with his father.” “Which of course no one will,” the third demon spat out. “He may hate his offspring, but it is his heir and he will not allow anyone to harm him.” Cobber shrugged. “It is of course not my concern. I will watch until I see signs that the girl has done what I said, but beyond that I am out of this.” He got up and grinned down at them. “Have fun.” As he walked away the other three demons looked at each other. “Much too cheery for me,” the third demon commented. “Now, how do we plan to get at the treasure without setting off the curse?” The second demon chuckled. “It’s simple enough. We just don’t touch it. It needs contact with skin.” The first demon scowled. “It’s not as simple as all that, but I have a plan.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 30, 2016 10:09:45 GMT -5
Wow, three demons drinking coffee and doing a chat to discuss their current situation. Nice picture you're creating here. lol But still, they haven't achieved anything yet. What will their Master do then? Though a plan is always good if it doesn't backfire somehow. |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 30, 2016 12:26:32 GMT -5
Wow, three demons drinking coffee and doing a chat to discuss their current situation. Nice picture you're creating here. lol But still, they haven't achieved anything yet. What will their Master do then? Though a plan is always good if it doesn't backfire somehow. I figure even demons must have some down time and actually, they are doing something besides chatting, but you won't find out what until a little later. This next chapter is a little bit me giving a nod to the pilot and a little bit me rolling my eyes at the very first inconsistency of Charmed that I know about. Enjoy.
Chapter Fifteen – Trial and Error “Times up,” Piper announced. Addison picked up the plate she had been working on from the counter. She handed it to Piper with a fork from the drawer. “I do hope you enjoy it, Mrs. Halliwell.” Piper looked down at the food in front of her and held back a laugh. From the look of it, this was the exact same recipe she had used to get her job as a chef at L'Opera Ristorante just before the owner sold out, Chef Moore quit, and the name was changed to Quake. What a long week that had been with a new job in a place in turmoil and new powers with demons set out to kill her and her sisters. It even had the port she had almost missed putting in her recipe. She had to admit, she was impressed, especially considering Emily had mentioned she might not have anything. “Are you not going to try it, Mrs. Halliwell?” “Did you come to this interview prepared to make something for me?” Addison squirmed. “Well, actually, I did not realize I was going to need to make something.” “Then, where did the port come from?” Addison gulped and pointed at one of the cupboards. “You did say I could use anything in the kitchen.” “That cupboard was locked,” Piper informed her. Addison glanced at the cupboard in question. “Perhaps you should replace the lock? I got into the cupboard easily enough.” Piper raised an eyebrow, but took a bite of the food. It was, as expected, quite excellent. “You are aware that you applied for a waitressing job?” Addison nodded. “Is something wrong with the food?” Piper shook her head. “No, it is excellent.” She considered her for a minute. “You can cook, but that is only one of the requirements of the job. You have not made a good impression on those of my staff whom you have met thus far.” “I can do better,” Addison insisted. She didn’t need this job, but she wanted it. “I had an unpleasant encounter just before arriving. I must have taken it out on your staff. I am sorry.” “I will give you a chance,” Piper decided, “but you will have to earn the right to stay. Welcome to The Manor.” Addison grinned broadly. “Thank you, so much. You won’t regret this.” Piper chuckled. “Go join your sister.” Addison hurried out of the room. She spotted Arielle eating at one of the tables. As soon as she reached the table, she got Arielle’s attention. “I got it.” Arielle smiled. “Our parents will be glad. Did you want to get a bite to eat?” Addison nodded and slid into the seat opposite her sister. “She agrees with you.” “Who does?” “Mrs. Halliwell,” Addison admitted. “She said I need to treat her staff better, especially if I am to be one of them.” “It’s generally a good idea,” Arielle suggested. Addison sighed. “I suppose.” She wiggled her nose. “It’s rather dull though.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 31, 2016 8:26:44 GMT -5
Hehe, big deja vu here. At least for Piper. Addison might be glad to have the job and she can do both but what about the demon's request. Will she do it?
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 31, 2016 8:37:43 GMT -5
Hehe, big deja vu here. At least for Piper. Addison might be glad to have the job and she can do both but what about the demon's request. Will she do it? Definite deja vu for Piper and it's deliberate. Addison knows a lot about her including the story about how she got that job. As to the other, well, you'll see soon enough. Right now, back to Chris and his cousins.
Chapter Sixteen – Striking Out on Their Own Ladybug picked up the paper in her hand and scrunched it into a ball. “This is hopeless.” She threw the ball across the room. Hope walked over and picked it up. She opened it and read the words on it. “This isn’t that bad, actually.” “The fact that my ten-year-old sister had to tell me that . . .” Ladybug trailed off. “Oh, forget it.” Hope shrugged. “I take it’s that mom’s lessons on spells never really stuck with you.” Ladybug laughed. “I tried, but . . .” she shook her head. “I nearly flunked English twice while in high school, too.” Hope giggled. “Do Mom and Dad know?” Ladybug wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Oh, yeah, they know. Many parent teacher conferences with my English teachers.” Hope giggled even harder. “I can’t believe I never heard about this.” Ladybug scowled. “I have never been too interested in airing my faults. What did you do to make me talk?” Hope was laughing so hard she had to gasp for breath. “Me? You volunteered that all on your own. Sounds to me like you need to talk.” Ladybug looked at her and after a moment, she smiled. “Maybe so.” Behind them red and white hearts turned into Cilly and Chris. Hope turned around at the sound and grinned. “Welcome back. Did you find anything?” Cilly sat down on the couch between her two sisters. “Unfortunately, it does not appear that there was a lot to find up there. We did not actually go farther than the entrance.” “Then, how do you know there wasn’t anything to find,” Ladybug wanted to know. “We talked to a cupid whom I believe holds a sincere regard for both Mom and Dad,” Cilly informed them. “He told us that they never showed.” Ladybug groaned. “But we saw them leave.” Hope nodded in agreement. “Dad talked to someone and then he got Mom and they left. They were going to their vacation, directly there. How did they not make it?” Cilly sighed. “I don’t know.” “Did he give you some sort of clue where to look?” Ladybug asked hopefully. Chris shook his head. “Not for your parents anyway. He did make some interesting comments about some other topics, but I don’t think he had any idea where to look for your parents.” “He did seem to think that some of the cupid where glad they didn’t make it,” Cilly informed them. “Yeah,” Chris agreed reluctantly, “but he either was protecting them or he didn’t think anyone would talk to us, because he sent us away.” “He thinks someone tried to do something to them,” Ladybug asked in disbelief, “someone from up there?” “Maybe,” Chris agreed. “There was something,” Cilly offered. She glanced down at her ring. “It’s something I’ll have to check on my own though.” “Can’t we help?” Hope asked, standing to give Chris a quick hug. She looked down at Cilly with a questioning look. Cilly shook her head. “No, I’m afraid this is something I have to do on my own.” She turned to look at Chris. “I appreciate you trying.” He sighed. “I just wish I could have been of more use.” “Well, you made me smile,” Hope informed him. Without waiting for a response she headed over to the window with a frown on her face. “You were in the middle of something when I showed up,” Ladybug commented to Chris in remembrance. “I’m sorry for taking you away.” “I’m sure that Wyatt can handle it,” Chris informed her. Ladybug shrugged. “That could be, but sometimes it helps to have someone to work with, someone who thinks differently and who has different strengths. Cilly says she has to take this next step on her own and I can’t like that, but I don’t think we need your help for whatever it is, so help your brother while I try and help my sister.” “I think someone is next door,” Hope commented, sounding confused. “It’s probably Irena,” Ladybug responded without paying much attention. Hope shook her head. “No, they are visiting Leonard and Michelle.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean someone broke into their house?” Cilly asked, concerned. “Maybe,” Hope replied, hesitantly. “Do you feel anything from over there?” Cilly walked over to the window and closed her eyes. She concentrated and her eyes popped open. “A blocking potion.” “You feel a blocking potion?” Hope looked at her confused. Cilly shook her head. “I feel enough to tell someone is there, but not enough to know what they are feeling or anything like that, so I must conclude that whomever is over there has used a blocking potion.” “Makes sense,” Chris agreed. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Chris orbed out. When he reappeared her was in the room across from the window his cousins where looking out. He saw nothing. He looked around for a minute, but still found no sign of anyone. He shrugged and orbed back. As soon as Chris had reappeared in the room Hope was next to him. “Did you find someone?” Chris shook his head. “Nothing.” “You weren’t there long,” Ladybug commented. Chris shrugged. “The room was pretty empty. No one was hiding behind the few pieces of furniture.” “And was anyone invisible?” Cilly asked, teasingly. Chris scowled at her. “Well, if anyone was, they should have been using it when Hope thought she saw them earlier. And if there was someone, they are long gone.” Ladybug turned to her sisters. “We should let him go. I pulled him away from something and I think we need to figure out what to next on our own. Mom and Dad have to be alive. They just have to.” Cilly sighed. “There’s nothing he can do anyway. You’re right. We have to do this on our own.” Hope looked at her two sisters and then walked over to Chris. “Thanks for the help,” she told him as she give him a quick hug. She held up his cell phone, which she had slipped out of his pocket. “You know I’m kind of surprised to find this on you, but give Wy a call and let him know you’re on your way.” Chris gave her a wry grin and took his cell phone. “I won’t ask how you got that without my feeling it.” He flipped open the phone. “Wyatt.” After several seconds he heard his brother’s voice on the other end, “Chris?” “Hey, Wy,” Chris smiled at the sound of disbelief in his brother’s voice. “I can keep track of my phone, you know.” “Sure,” Wyatt agreed, not sounding at all sure. “How are things with Ladybug?” “I’ll tell you about it later,” Chris informed him, “but for now, I was thinking I could join you and Seth. Are you still at the apartment?” “Hardly,” Wyatt retorted. “We’re actually at the home of one of Toby’s friends. He left just after you. I think he was annoyed at us.” “Did you find anything useful?” Chris asked, not sure he liked the sound of that. “Not really,” Wyatt admitted. “Well, I found out that Seth knows how to irritate someone on the first meeting.” “Strange, he’s usually quite amicable.” “Yeah, well, I think it’s a mutual annoyance, because I don’t think Seth is too fond of this guy either.” “The friend whose house you are at?” Wyatt chuckled. “Not likely. I think she might have a temper, but right now, I think she’s using the home front advantage to keep her calm. No this guy is . . . well, he’s full demon if I’m understanding them . . . hey! Knock it off.” “Wy, are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” Wyatt assured him. “Toby’s demon friend objected to the moniker.” “Aren’t they all demons?” Chris asked, confused. “Not Brianna,” Wyatt informed him. “So why are you calling?” “Like I said, I was thinking of meeting you. Are you up to it?” “Sure,” Wyatt replied after a moment. “Do you need an address?” Chris closed his eyes and focused on his brother. “No, I can sense where you are.” “Okay, I’ll see you in a minute.” “Bye,” Chris said just before he flipped closed his phone and stuffed it in his pocket. “Good luck.” “It’s like that cupid said,” Cilly assured him. “We’ll find them.” It wasn’t exactly what he’d said, but Chris didn’t comment. He gave his cousins hugs and said good-bye before he orbed out leaving them behind to continue the search for the parents. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Dec 31, 2016 10:35:43 GMT -5
Good luck to the Hart family and I bet Toby's happy to have Chris then back, with Wyatt and Seth he didn't seem to friend. Quite strange though. Wonder though when the attack will come.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Dec 31, 2016 11:12:41 GMT -5
Good luck to the Hart family and I bet Toby's happy to have Chris then back, with Wyatt and Seth he didn't seem to friend. Quite strange though. Wonder though when the attack will come. Oh, the attacks coming, but this story is more like part one of three, even though it's not labeled as such, so this episode is more a battle of wills with the attack at the end. On that note, a little more insight into the Rooks sisters.
Chapter Seventeen – Not That Side As Arielle followed Addison to Addison’s car Arielle could tell that something was bothering her older sister. “You did get the job, right?” Addison stopped and looked at her. “Of course. Why do you ask?” “You seem too tense, Addy.” Addison shook her head. “Everything is fine. Do not worry about me.” She started walking, again. “Which is like a red flag telling me something is wrong,” Arielle retorted. “If not the interview, then what?” She leaned against the restaurant’s outer wall and played through the night’s events. “Was it that man wanting to sell you something earlier?” Addison spun around and glared at her. “Ari, mind your own business.” “You are my sister,” Arielle shot back. “That makes you my business. What really happened?” Addison fingered the potion vial in her pocket. “I need a favor, Ari.” Arielle shook her head fast. “Uh uh. Not a chance, Addy.” Addison closed her eyes. “Look, Ari, make up your mind. Either you want to help or you do not ask what is on my mind.” Arielle gulped. “I cannot help you, Addy. People get hurt when I help you.” Addison fingered the potion. “Someone is going to get hurt if you do not. Please, Ari. I do not want to hurt this guy. I am not prepared to choose that side.” “Are you prepared to choose our side?” Arielle asked. “Do not ask that of me,” Addison scowled. She looked at her sister for several seconds. “Fine, do not help.” She spun around and headed back toward her car. “I will deal with this on my own.” Arielle gritted her teeth, thinking hard. She scrunched her face together and started running toward her sister. “Wait, Addy! Tell me what is going on.” Addison stopped and looked at her. “You will help.” “Maybe,” Arielle hedged. “Start talking.” Addison looked at her through narrow eyes. She sighed. “All right, here is what happened.”
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 1, 2017 9:27:48 GMT -5
Mmh, she certainly is confused and doesn't know what to do. Choosing one side means obviously between good and evil, I take it. If her plan might involve telling Piper, it'd be good. Or Chris himself, even better. Can't wait for it.
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 1, 2017 9:41:02 GMT -5
Mmh, she certainly is confused and doesn't know what to do. Choosing one side means obviously between good and evil, I take it. If her plan might involve telling Piper, it'd be good. Or Chris himself, even better. Can't wait for it. She has a long road to travel down. For now, she makes things way more complicated than they need to be. Remember I told you the demons at the cafe were up to more than just eating and talking while there? You'll find out what stupidity they were up to in this next chapter.
Chapter Eighteen – Boundaries Not Crossed Toby felt his pocket vibrating. He stood and started out of the room pulling out his phone. “Where are you going?” Brianna asked. “I imagine wherever CT wants me to be going,” Toby replied without stopping. Brianna shrugged and turned back to the rest of the room. Her gaze stopped on Max. “He didn’t want your help?” Max shrugged with a smug look. “Apparently I’m only one step up from you.” Aka giggled. “Which means, I beat you both out.” Brianna rolled her eyes. Seth frowned. “What’s the matter with your friend?” “Let’s just say it’s ill advised for him to use magical transportation unless it is directed by someone else.” “So he can transport magically?” Wyatt questioned as blue and white orbs filled the room and turned into Chris. Chris looked around the room at the three friends there. His eyes stopped on Aka. “You’re the girl who warned us about the anti-orb zone.” Aka smiled and nodded. “Of course. You’re the half elder. You were with two other witches, I believe. I see you got your orbing all fixed.” “Actually, it was messed up when that all started, but it was fixed in the end.” When she opened her mouth to ask he shook his head. “It’s kind of a long story. Demons seem to like trying to get rid of our powers.” Aka nodded, a look of understanding on her face. “I have many a demon and warlock try to rid me of mine as well. Sure, they want me dead, but they really don’t want me having my power. My own mother tried to drown me at birth. I dark orbed out of there and have never returned to her.” “Can’t say I blame you,” Chris retorted. “So what did I miss?” “The fact that you were being followed for one,” Max snorted. Chris frowned. “Excuse me?” “CT and I located the demons and we followed them,” Max informed him. With a scowl he added. “And followed them and followed them. Why did it take you so many stops to get to your cousin’s house?” Chris looked at him with narrow eyes. Then, something clicked in his mind. “Was it you that Hope saw next door?” Max frowned. “What are you talking about? Nobody saw . . . Oh!” “What?” Chris asked, walking toward Max. “Do you know who was over there?” “I was,” CT announced as he entered the room. “I’m sorry for worrying your cousins.” “Why’d you stick around after I left?” Max asked. “And I was supposed to leave how?” CT wanted to know. “As soon as I did I was followed by those stupid rent-a-spy demons. They are rather unorganized with the Spy Master gone, which,” he turned to Wyatt and Chris, “I understand we have you and your family to thank for that one, but they are still bothersome. That’s why I called Toby to come get me. It was the only way to elude them. I’m getting pretty tired of this, so I really need to find out how they are tracking me.” Brianna nodded. “I’ll get on it in the morning. Did you happen to check on . . . our friend while you and Max were out?” CT shook his head. “We didn’t have time to do that. Besides I am persona non grata when it comes to her.” Aka chuckled. “She does love Max though.” CT shot Max an amused look. “They all do. I think it’s the snarl or his surly manner.” Wyatt frowned at them. “You know what, I’m not going to ask. While you were busy spying on my brother and my cousins, did you learn anything useful about these demons.” “I learned that they really don’t want to be seen.” CT glanced out into the hall. “I wonder what’s taking Toby.” “Never mind that,” Max dismissed. “Has anyone actually seen these demons do anything other than watch? Because right now I am inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt.” All eyes shifted to Max. Aka’s mouth dropped. “Are you kidding me? If you had seen what I saw, you would not be so easy about it.” “No offence, Akalia,” Max scowled at her, “but all you saw was three demons walking into a restaurant with extremely dark auras.” “You’ve met your brother, River, right?” Max rolled his eyes. “His aura is pale grey compared to theirs.” “Grey?” Brianna frowned. “You know what I mean,” Aka returned. Brianna inclined her head. “That’s true.” “But they haven’t done anything,” Max protested. “And we need to keep them from doing something,” Aka insisted. “We need to do something before someone gets killed.” “And have you kill someone who could turn out like CT’s dad?” “Stop!” CT called out, putting his hand up. “Max, we both saw them. I don’t know exactly what they are up to, but I saw them. It was my impression that you were paying attention, but I guess not. These guys are not like my dad. They could never be like my dad. For starters they are demons, one hundred percent, full dead on demons. And I realize that doesn’t mean a whole lot when it comes to you, but you are not normal for a demon, Max. You know that.” “And what did I miss, CT?” CT walked over to him and whispered something in his ear. Max’s eyes widened as CT continued to talk. When CT moved away Max looked at him stunned. “Are you quite serious?” CT nodded. “Any more arguments?” Max shook his head. “I understand.” CT glanced backward toward the door. “I told Toby to take care of something, but I would have thought he would be back by now. I wonder when he’ll be back.” “What’s he doing?” Aka asked. “Just taking care of a little trouble those demons caused.” Wyatt looked at him surprised. “Does that mean we will not have to?” CT shook his head. “He’s not dealing with them, just the aftermath of something they did. It seems that they put poison on the money they used to pay at a local café.” “And everyone is going to be okay?” Chris wanted to know. CT sighed. “Hopefully. You’ll have to ask Toby when he gets back.” As if on cue, Toby entered the room, ranting. “I don’t know how you do it, CT. I truly don’t.” CT raised an eyebrow and stood to greet his friend. “Your family is the most self-centered, idiotic . . . “ As soon as Toby started the sentence CT moved to intercept him, covering his mouth with his hand. “Lay off on that, okay. Besides, this isn’t about my family. This is about those demons and what they might be about to do.” Toby sighed. “And don’t talk that way about my family,” CT ordered. “I don’t know who you ran into or what you think happened, but there’s more to it, there’s more to them, than one encounter indicates.” Toby blew out a breath. “Fine.” “Did you take care of the people at the café?” Toby nodded. “They’ll be fine. It worries me though.” “How’s that?” “If they are willing to do something so obvious, it seems to me they are either suicidal or they don’t intend to come back.” CT frowned. “Are you sure?” “Not even remotely, but it seems likely.” CT nodded. “We need to find them before then if that’s the case. You heard what they said.” “You mean besides, the ‘we’ll kill you’ part?” “Was that the message of the day?” CT chuckled. “It’s always changing.” “You think it’s funny that the underworld wants you dead?” Seth asked, confused. “Why?” CT shrugged. “Because tomorrow they’ll change their minds. I am a somewhat of a fascination to certain factions down there.” He waved his hand dismissively. “It’s no matter.” “If they’re going to go into hiding, then we need to find them now,” Chris suggested, “or we need to give this up. Either way we need to make a choice.” |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 1, 2017 9:59:05 GMT -5
So they know of each other but at least, it's solved that Hope was right in seeing someone. Never mind. The demons left poison behind while drinking coffee?! Very strange but at least, no Cleaners involved.  Yeah, what choice do they make in the end? |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 1, 2017 10:11:45 GMT -5
So they know of each other but at least, it's solved that Hope was right in seeing someone. Never mind. The demons left poison behind while drinking coffee?! Very strange but at least, no Cleaners involved. Yeah, what choice do they make in the end? Yep, it is solved that she was seeing someone. Yeah, not the most brilliant plan ever, but they felt like doing damage. And yes, no cleaners involved. Now for Addison's plan.
Chapter Nineteen – Spell to Undo Arielle was sitting cross-legged on the floor of Addison’s bedroom. She had a clipboard on her lap. She scribbled some words onto the paper and looked across the room where Addison was sitting on her bed. “You promise this will be used to help someone and not harm them.” Addison climbed off her bed and sat down on the floor next to her sister. “I promise. They ask too much. I just want to have fun. I do not want to involve myself in this war.” “Then do not,” Arielle pleaded. “Addy, just tell them no. Do not get involved.” Addison shook her head. “There is not choice in it. I will do as they ask, but I will do it differently and hopefully it will gain a different result. I will give him a chance to make this work in his favor.” Addison held out her hand. “The spell, please.” Arielle looked down at it. “You promise?” “Did I not just say as much?” Addison waited. Arielle sighed and handed it over to her. “Be careful, Addy.” “I will,” Addison promised. She hugged her little sister and added, “I love you, Ari.” Arielle nodded and left the room. Addison watched her go and closed the door behind her. She headed back to her bed and placed the paper on the bed and pulled the potion out of her pocket. “This had better work, Ari. If it does not, your side is going to be quite unhappy.” She heaved in a breath and rubbed the potion vial between her fingers. “What was planned, shall not last. A chance not had in the past, shall be given the one who hast, the cunning to reverse this cast.” Addison shoved the potion back in her pocket and sighed. Now, she had to find a way to administer this potion in such a way that the demon knew she had done it and so that Chris Halliwell had no idea until after he had eaten it. And he could never know who was behind it. She had no interest in having the Charmed Ones on her case. There was no possible way that would end in neutrality.
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 5, 2017 9:43:16 GMT -5
Mmh, so she will use the potion and give it to Chris with his food if I got it right, yet she's afraid that the Charmed Ones will then come after her. Logically that would happen, along with Wyatt but he could have his problems by then. Knowing the demons and all. |
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Post by StoryGirl83 on Jan 5, 2017 11:54:52 GMT -5
Mmh, so she will use the potion and give it to Chris with his food if I got it right, yet she's afraid that the Charmed Ones will then come after her. Logically that would happen, along with Wyatt but he could have his problems by then. Knowing the demons and all. I don't know if she's so much afraid the Charmed Ones will come after her as she is uninterested in them coming after her. She doesn't want to pick sides. If the Charmed Ones came after her, she has to pick sides. Which isn't to say she won't pick sides all the time, she just has a long way before she consciously does it. Right now, she is deluding herself into thinking she isn't picking sides. She is. And yes, Wyatt will have his own things to deal with very soon.
Chapter Twenty – Dangerous Treasure Three Demons The three demons stood in a cavern at a respectable distance from a small box. One demon had a paper in his hands. The other two looked at him with question in their eyes. “It is really necessary to stand this far from it?” the second demon asked. “It is,” the first demon replied. “I thought all we had to do was avoid touching it and we were good,” the second demon scowled at him. “And I told you, it’s not that simple,” the first demon repeated. “If we get too close it will affect us. And once affected there isn’t much that can save us and there is no one that will and you both know it. The third demon grimaced. They all knew it to be true. “In that case, how do we get this where the young witch will find it?” “First we need to attach this paper to it somehow,” the second demon commented, looking at the paper rather doubtfully. The first demon shook his head. “No, there is a box over there. The paper needs to go in it. The box is already labeled.” “Labeled?” the third demon asked. “Labeled with what?” “Never mind that,” the first demon replied. “Just put the paper in there. We need to find a way to get that gem in there.” “And the foam letters?” the second demon asked, picking up one of the foam peanuts. “They are called ‘packing peanuts’,” the first demon informed them. “Don’t you ever pay attention to anything in human studies?” “Why would I bother?” the second demon snarled. “I don’t live among them. I’ll leave that to you two. The smell of humans makes me sick.” The first demon ignored him and folded the paper in four and slipped it in along the side of the box. He turned to look at the third demon. “You have the ability to move it. Get the box under it and tip the gem into it.” The third demon did as he was instructed and moments later the box was “safely” housing a beautiful green crystal a little bigger than a baseball in size. It took a little more work to get the box tapped up, but finally they had that completed, too. Now, came the hard part. They had to move it from here to a museum storage room on the other side of the planet. Since they not only didn’t want to touch it, but they didn’t want to get anywhere near it, they decided to get a long stick and see if they could shimmer the stick and the package with it. It failed. “Is it worth it?” the second demon asked, looking doubtfully at the packaged gem. “Only if it works,” the first demon decided. “If it fails. . .” “Humans will probably die even if it fails in its purpose,” the third demon commented. “The cure?” the second demon asked. “Exceedingly hard to get,” the first demon reminded him. “The witch will suffer even if he doesn’t die?” “What are you thinking?” the first demon asked. The second demon walked up to the box and picked it up. He shrugged at the other two and shimmered out with the box.
The second demon reappeared with the box in a storage room. All around him were boxes of various shapes and sizes. He walked around the room with the box looking at the various labels. Finding the one he wanted he stopped and put the box on top of another box. He grabbed a list of items and replaced it with another list, identical except for the addition of one item somewhere in the middle of the list. He looked at the box one more time and shimmered out. “Handle With Care” was stamped on the box repeatedly. The label so carefully manufactured proclaimed for anyone that cared to read it that the box had been delivered to the “American Museum of Natural History” in San Francisco, California. |
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Post by Chrisaholic on Jan 6, 2017 13:05:58 GMT -5
Oha, so this package is for Wyatt. Not good for him, if even the demons are afraid of this package. I take it one of these three will also attack Chris.
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