I do not own Charmed, all rights go to Constance M. Barge, and any other creators of charmed.
I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer, all rights go to Joss Whedon, and any other creators of Buffy The Vampire Slayer. This is my first time writing a fan-fiction so please be nice:) Enjoy!
A young adult man held his two year old daughter in his arms, he planted a kiss on her forehead. "Priscilla, I'm sorry that I am such a failure, I would never do this if i didn't have to. I am not fit to take care of you, this never should have happened. I feel that this family will take great care of you, better then i ever could. I love you." He set her down onto the porch, before ringing the doorbell and taking off in a flash of irradecent blue orbs.
Priscilla rose from her sleep, the warm smell of home disapearing from her mind. The thing she couldn't grasp, gone. She made her small bed, in her small attic room. Throwing on her jean skirt, plaid shirt, leggings, and sneakers. She then put her long, flowy, beautiful brown hair into a side braid. She quickly made her way down the stairs to start her chores for the day.
"Priscilla!' Her 'brother' yelled, pushing her to the floor.
"Orphan loser, orphan loser!" He taunted and kicked her in the stomach.
She held her stomach, tears streaming from the 15 year old's face. "Please stop!"
"Don't tell me what to do freak!" He kicked her again, before retreating to his room.
She slowly got up, grunting at the pain from her body. Yep, this was a normal day for her. Priscilla is a 15 year old orphan, who had... powers. Her new family knew about them, and treated her like a slave because of it. Her mother had died, and her father was another freak, and went crazy because of the loss of her mother. They were a happy family before her mothers untimely death, movies, game nights, all the good things of life. Priscilla's mother had been murdered by a monster that was similar to the one that killed her great, great grandmother Patty.
Out of the many things she did NOT know, was that she was a third-generation Charmed One. Also that she wasn't just a witch, but a whitelighter. Her new parents kept all this and more from her, until she found her mothers diary. The name of Priscilla's mother remains a secret, but she had figured out the name of her father. Chris.
She walked down the second flight of stairs to the first floor, to make breakfast for her 'family'. She cooked up pancakes, and put a kettle on the stove to boil water for tea. The time she dreaded had come at once, as her parents headed down the stairs, with her brother and sister behind them. She quickly set the table as they approached the kitchen.
"Priscilla! Is breakfast ready yet?" Her mother snapped, whipping her head around the kitchen.
"Yes mother everything is ready." Priscilla replied, her eyes gazed along the tile floor.
As everyone sat down Priscilla prepared the pancakes on to a platter, and began to serve. As she walked past David, her brother, he put his foot out. She tripped, the platter flying from her hands and onto the floor. The pancakes splattered, and the plate shattered as David began to laugh. She turned to him, raising her hand. In the next instant David flew from his chair, drifting in mid-air. He held his throat as his face turned purple, and Priscilla squeezed her hand together. His eyes drifted shut, and he dangled, lifeless. She quickly pulled her hand back and stared at it, her eyes widening. Screams filled the air as she quickly ran to the door, making her way out into pouring rain, and leaving the scene behind her.