Dark Destiny
(Charmed Sons Virtual Series)
Season One, Episode Two
Dark World
Written by: Darien (aka alternate-universe-princess) and Shan (aka charmedgrl4ever)
Full summary: Michael is an evil demon hell-bent on destroying the Halliwells and their two new charges. That's all there is to it – a demon that has to be vanquished. Right? There's more to Michael than first meets the eye. Is he really evil or just believes so strongly in a lost cause that he's unwilling to listen to reason?
Disclaimer: We don't own Chris, Wyatt, or Bianca (or any other cannon characters we forgot to mention). We do, however, own Prue, Parker, Paris, Jenna, and Talia (and any other original characters we forgot to mention) and would appreciate it if you didn't steal our characters without (A) asking our permission and (B) giving us the credit for them. Thank you!
Opening Song: Oh, 'Ello - The Wes Hollywood Show
Scene One
Thin rays of light seeped into a dark and slightly dusty dorm room at Magic School and landed upon – illuminating – the face of a still sleeping teenage boy. His honey brown hair fell over his eyes in shocks. He groaned, his whole body shaking back and forth as if caught in some terrible nightmare.
The door creaked open and a girl of about fifteen stepped inside. "Aiden?" she whispered. "Wake up." She swept her bangs back from her face and crept closer.
"Unngh..." the boy groaned. Again, he tossed and turned, the sheets getting tangled around him.
"Aiden!" This time, the girl laughed. The boy stirred, but did not wake. "Aiden!" This time, she yelled. "Wake up!"
When he still refused to wake she ran forward, catapulting herself onto the bed and bouncing up and down until finally, he jumped awake. "Wha—? Huh… Did I... Did I... I didn't start a..." he muttered, ignoring the girl on his bed and reaching to grab the fire extinguisher on the floor next to it.
He nearly pulled the tab off of the extinguisher before the girl gripped his shoulders and shook him, laughing. "You didn't light the room on fire, you just missed breakfast!"
"Oh," the boy, Aiden, said. He blushed. Then, as if something was just occurring to him he scrunched up his nose. "Peyton! Why didn't you wake me sooner?"
"What? And miss breakfast myself? I think not." She grinned, hoping off the bed and re-adjusting her skirt.
Aiden yawned and got out of bed. "So what time is it?"
"Well, seeing as Mel left for first period class about five minutes ago..." Again, Peyton grinned. "Lucky for you, I don't have any classes 'till second period, so I could actually come and wake you. But now, I'd better go. See ya later." With another smile, she sauntered off, leaving Aiden to scramble to get dressed.
Five minutes later, Aiden ran into his first period class - Math. He nodded politely at the professor and made his way to his desk. The professor rolled her eyes and continued to write out equations on the board.
He settled into his desk and got his notebook out, preparing to write down whatever things had been written on the board when he felt something hit the back of his head. Turning around in his seat, he looked down to see a piece of folded up paper on the floor. As discreetly as he could, he reached around the back of his chair and picked it up. In a flowery, scrawling script it read simply: You're late. Again.
He spun around to face the girl in the seat behind him and grinned, mouthing, "You could've come to wake me up."
She smirked and whispered, "What, and miss you getting in trouble? Never."
"Mr. Dawson, Ms. Halliwell, please pay attention. Don't make me tell you again," the professor scolded from the front of the classroom.
Aiden stuck his tongue out at Mel for a fraction of a second before turning around to face the front of the class and smiling politely at the professor.
At a different dorm room on a different campus, there was not only sunlight streaming through the window, but loud music blaring from the next room over as well. Parker Matthews-Mitchell rolled over in bed and groaned. With blurry eyes, she looked up at the alarm clock on the top of her dresser. It read 8:01 a.m. It was completely silent. "Damn..." Parker groaned.
With great effort, she extricated herself from her covers and stumbled towards the source of the noise - the common room between her and her roommate's bedrooms.
"April!" she shouted, trying desperately to be heard over the scarily loud music. "Please! For the sake of my ear drums turn that racket off!"
April, Parker's early morning loving, overall wearing, paint covered roommate turned away from the painting she'd been working on to face Parker. "I'm sorry Parker, but you know I'm at my most creative early in the morning. Not that eight a.m is early, anyway. Besides, don't you have class in an hour?"
"Yes, that's exactly why I wasn't planning on getting up for another fifty minutes!" Parker grumbled. She groaned again and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
April shrugged and went back to working on her abstract painting.
Parker groaned a third time and stumbled out of the room. She managed to get dressed and grab her keys and some change before stumbling out of the room in search of coffee.
She made her way down the hall and over to the neighboring building, looking for her brother. She assumed that as usual, he'd still be in his dorm room.
She passed by the usual litany of girls, and guys, in towels, and made her way to her brother's dorm room. She raised her hand to knock on the door but it opened before she had a chance to. A perky, half dressed blonde stepped out of the room and smiled at Parker nervously. Parker just rolled her eyes and walked inside. She found her brother, Paris, sitting on top of a very messy bed, in the middle of putting his shirt on.
"Another one of your many conquests?" asked Parker.
"Is it my fault they're drawn to me like flies?" Paris laughed.
"Sometimes, you disgust me, you know that?" Parker responded, squinting her eyes.
"And somehow, I know that's just the lack of caffeine talking." Paris got up and walked over to his desk, picking up some spare change. "Come on, let's go get some coffee before class."
Parker squinted her eyes at him again. "It's very evil to use my weakness against me, you know that?"
Paris laughed. "Oh, come on." He dragged her out of the room and locked the door.
Once they were both sufficiently caffeinated, Paris asked, "So, speaking of conquests, how did that date of yours go last night?"
Parked groaned and ducked her head. "Let's just say I won't be seeing him again any time soon."
"Why? What happened?" asked Paris. As he spoke, a tall, lithe brunette passed by and he couldn't help but smile at her. Even though he was walking with someone - someone the girl most likely did not know was his sister – she smiled back and winked before sauntering past.
Parker shook her head in disgust, but answered anyway. "Well, it would kind of be difficult for me to go out with him again, seeing as he probably does not remember me." She buried her face as best she could in her now nearly empty coffee cup.
Now she had her brother's full attention. "What did you do?"
Parker buried her face even farther into her coffee cup if it was at all possible. "I... kind of had to use memory dust on him."
Paris' jaw dropped open. "You what? Why?"
"Because...I kinda sorta orbed out in front of him."
"WHAT? Parker! You know how dangerous that is! And memory dust isn't completely permanent! He could remember and we could get caught!"
"Sure, rub it in why don't you?" Parker threw her hands up in the air and stormed off, heading for the cafeteria.
Behind her, Paris sighed. "Okay," he jogged to catch up. "What happened?"
Now Parker was the one that sighed. "Well... we were... you know... fooling around and... well... I orbed out."
"Wait, by fooling around you mean..."
"I mean we were making out on his couch. That's all. We were making out and I orbed out. And he freaked. He just lost it. He just started to go crazy. So, I orbed some memory dust and threw it at him. And now he doesn't remember me." She dropped her paper coffee cup into a garbage can and wrapped her arms around herself, her hair falling into her eyes.
"Aww, I'm sorry Parker. That sucks." Paris then wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "But I do feel obliged to say I told you so. See, this is why you never get involved. You never go past a first date. It's too risky."
Parker was about to respond when at that exact second, a short redhead came flying towards them. "And who is she?" she yelled. She glared red hot daggers at Paris and at that exact second, she was much scarier than any demon could ever be.
"Uh, she's my sister. Parker," said Paris nonchalantly. "Parker meet —" he stopped short. He'd intended to try introducing this girl to his sister to gain some extra points and to get the girl to leave, but then he'd realized that he couldn't remember her name. "Uh... Uh..." he stuttered, brain working and failing. He had no idea what her name was. He was pretty sure he'd seen on her campus, and most likely gone out with her, but he still had no idea what her name was.
"Gabrielle," the short redhead snapped. "My name is Gabrielle!" She shoved him and stormed past. "Jerk!"
"Oh, yeah, your method seems much safer," Parker joked, backing away from her brother and laughing. "Do you even remember that girl?"
"Do you really want me to answer that question?"
Parker shook her head. "On second thought, never mind. Let's just go and get some breakfast before they run out of my favorite cereal at the Caf."
TBC...
