Whistlin' Dixie
By Lovinracin09
Summary: Wyatt and Chris both live in the Halliwell Manor and their lives are peaceful at first that is until they meet Dixie a Valkerey who decides not to wait to fight her ultimate battle.
Disclaimer: This is the one and only time you will see this. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARMED CHARECTERS PEROID EXCLAMATION POINT! I do however own Dixie Southers.
Chapter One The Attack
It was a bright and sunny day in San Francisco, California. That is everywhere except at 1329 Prescott Street. Chris and Wyatt Halliwell strong witches by themselves were unstoppable together, unfortunately some days demon thought they could get the upper hand. Wyatt and Chris, 23 and 21, loved being witches.
Wyatt who is no longer evil thanks to Chris grew up to be a strong man. With short blonde hair, sea blue eyes, and a charm that not many could resist made him a very sociable person. Piper remembered Wyatt being more like her deceased sister Prue with his driven attitude he would stop at nothing to uphold the balance between good and evil and was always ready to help an innocent.
Chris on the other hand is a little more intrusive, much like his mother, always ready with an answer, when presented with a challenge you could practically see the gears shifting in his brain. With soft dark hair and deep green eyes, the girls often chased Chris because he was their idea of a mysterious and powerful person who would sweep them off their feet.
The "boys" were fighting a particularly experienced demon. Chris and Wyatt orbed up to the attic after the demon had kicked their asses downstairs.
"Why does that stupid clock always break? We just got it fixed again!" Said Wyatt, irritation clearly showing on his face.
"Vanquish now, Bitch later." Said Chris with a slight smile on his face. He always got a burst of adrenaline whenever there was a demon attack.
The demon ran up the stairs and threw six throwing stars at them both Chris and Wyatt ducked and Wyatt threw up his arms and tried to blow up the demon. Wyatt was clearly disappointed when he did not blow up.
All of a sudden, Chris saw a faint green light from the corner of his eyes. A portal opened and a tanned woman with wavy brown hair stepped out. She immediately assessed the situation and spoke before the warrior killed them.
"Drake, do not harm them!" she yelled. She quickly grabbed his arm and guided him to the swirling portal. "Go, Riana is waiting to retrieve you." She pushed him into the portal none too gently. The portal closed leaving her to survey the damage her warrior had left.
Chris was the first one to peek over the table behind which the boys had hidden. The woman turned and looked at him and Chris recognized the pendant and the sparse outfit identifying her to be a Valkerey.
"Trust me Chris if I had wanted to kill you I would have already done it." She said with a gentle smile.
Chris looked at her with confusion. "I know you must be a Valkerey but I don't recognize you. I could have sworn I knew all the Valkereys, but I've never seen you before."
"Technically you're right I'm not a Valkerey. I have lived with them for 22 years, since the day I was born. But they are starting to turn me into a Valkerey, that's why I staged this attack, I needed a way to talk to both of you to see if you could help me." She asked sounding a tad desperate.
"Wait, let me get this straight." Said Chris shaking his head. "You need our help but you just told us that you tried to kill us! No way in hell am I helping you." He said vehemently. He turned to Wyatt. "Don't fall for her tricks Wyatt. We know nothing about her, except she tried to murder us today." Chris looked back at her with disgust.
The woman drew herself up to her full height, becoming just an inch shorter than Chris. She stared at Chris then at Wyatt. When she saw her cause was hopeless, she pressed the button on her necklace and opened a portal.
"Fine you won't help me; I won't help you when the final battle comes. You will not survive it, but I will. When you die because you did not have enough power to defeat the one. Remember me, Dixie Southers, and how I tried to help you. Don't worry I'll make sure you get a proper burial." She said with scorn in voice. She turned around and walked into the portal. Within seconds, there was not a trace an attack had even happened.
Wyatt had stood by quietly while Chris and the mysterious woman duked it out. "Hell hath no fury." He said wryly to his brother's back with a slight chuckle. "Chris I don't think she likes you now."
Chris just sighed and went downstairs.