I trudged down the lonely country road on my own. My car was at least a few miles back and I still hadn't reached a gas station or a phone. 'Stupid countryside with no signal' I thought as I kicked a rock as hard as I could out of my path. I mumbled curses under my breath as I gazed at the new scuff on my boot. I looked down at my watch, it had been about a half hour since the last car went by, no point in hitch-hiking if there are no cars.
I was so tempted just transport myself back to civilization but that would be personal gain and for all I knew I would end up in India or England, and I was too scared to try and shimmer again. I wanted to this on my own, the mortal way, plus the last time I tried that I ended up in the middle of the underworld in the middle of a Thorn demon nest. I was sore for three weeks after that encounter and needed my aunts to get me out of it. But that's what happens when you have no one to teach you that stuff, I'm not even sure if I can throw energy balls. There aren't many demons out there willing to teach the twice-blessed child of a charmed one. That was always a fun fact demons liked to remind themselves of when they attacked me. That's why my aunts and mother were and still are so protective of me. When I was a kid it was so easy to use magic, I shimmered in out of places all the time, I could use projection easily and make anything I wanted real, not to mention my telekinesis was nearly like having a extra limb,but these days it's a lot harder. My powers are tied to my emotions, my uncle Leo says that because I feel repressed and have been repressing my demon side for so long, my powers in general are repressed. It's not easy growing up different from everyone else your own age but add in all that protectiveness and rules and it was no wonder I was in the middle of nowhere. I was twenty-two now I didn't need to be babysat every minute. Back at my apartment in San Francisco, it was in the same building as my parents and I was constantly visited by everyone and I mostly ended spending all my time in my parents place, I needed my own space, I needed to live my own away from my family, we are really close but sometimes it's suffocating. I had been planning this for months, my departure. I needed to get out of the city for a while, needed to get out of my family's shadow and live my life. They're only an orb or shimmer away if I really need them but I'm hoping that won't happen.
I was really thankful my aunt Paige hadn't orbed in yet. Paige was cool like that, she was the youngest of my mother's sisters and I got on better with her than any of my cousins. They had it good, they were either half-witch half-mortal/ whitelighter/ cupid, that's nothing compared to being half-witch half-demon. Spawn of the devil is phrase I've heard one too many times. It was believed by all that my father was actually the source, but dates got confused as they do in pregnancies and I wasn't the spawn of the source. The Seer that foretold all this was wrong, she tried to use me for her own gain before I was even born but it turned out I was half-demon, not half-source of all evil in the world. Being half evil anyway didn't scare me that much, my mother and my cousin Wyatt can go evil just as easily as I could, because they were both born in the manor which was built over some spiritual nexis, or something.
Unlike my aunt Paige my aunt Piper played the part of second mother, if it wasn't my own mother bossing me around it was Piper. But it's not really her fault she had been given that role of oldest sister when their older sister died. My aunt Prue, she was murdered not long before I was born.
Apparently my own mother had been a loose cannon at my age, according to Piper anyway, and that that trait was genetic in Halliwells, that and stubbornness. But I really can't see my mother doing anything other than writing her column and worrying about me and my sisters.
I never knew my real father, no one will ever talk about him around me. I'm also afraid to ask about him, my mother goes all weird and she just ends upset or angry every time he's mentioned. I know his name though, Cole Turner, and that he's was a demon of course but he was half-human aswell and at some point the source of all evil. Also I read up on him in the book of shadows, his name was Belthazor, he was very powerful upper level demon and but my mother tore out the pages and hid them on me. There is conjuring spell for him and I guess she was terrified I would actually use it.
I did some internet research on him too. He was a highly regarded D.A in San Francisco, and then he just disappeared. My mother was a suspect of his disappearance but the investigation never went further, the police figured dead-beat Dad and that was it. But my mother is a Charmed one and my father was a demon, it's just inevitable that one of them wouldn't have survived the relationship. But I'm not one hundred per cent sure if he really is dead. My step father Cup is the only father I've ever known, he's great, I love him, I really do but we just don't have that connection he has with my sisters Penelope and Payten. I'm putting that down to my demon half too.
I sauntered down the road when I suddenly tripped and I let a huge groan out when I saw blue lights come from above me. Who was it now. When I looked up I saw old man with a look on his face that could kill. He stared down at me bemused by the situation. Of all the Elders to 'pop in' for a visit it had to be him.
"What do you want Odin?" I asked him as I stood up brushing the dust off of me.
"I want to know what you think you are doing?" He asked in his pompous 'I know what's good for you and you're stupid' tone.
"Taking a midnight stroll" I smiled walking around him.
"How stupid are you! " He hissed, I turned around and looked at him. I really hated Odin out of all the Elders up there he had the biggest stick up his ass.
"Leave me alone, I'm not stupid,I'm living my life!" I squealed.
"Well, why you were living you're life did you ever stop to think about how much danger you're putting yourself into, not only are you open to demon attacks but there are vampires everywhere?" And there it was his famous arrogance shining through.
"Actually I did and I figured, screw it, I'm not spending my life being constantly watched by everyone waiting for me to finally loose it. I'm not evil, I'm not killing any innocents, I'm not re-organising the underworld, the cleaners can sort out the vampire mess if needed and there are more in the city than out here anyway so it's all good, you can go back up there and leave me the hell alone." That threw him. He stared at me for a moment and then orbed out with out a word looking like he couldn't wait for the day when he tells my parents told you so.
No one really knew what to do with me after I was born. My mother loved me unconditionally and she was determined to make sure that nurture would win over nature, and it did. My father was half-demon so I'm more witch than demon, I suppose. The elders thought I was an abomination, they couldn't get over that the prophesied twice-blessed child of the Charmed ones of the Warren line was half-demon. They failed to see what me and my family saw. There always had to be balance between good and evil, if I had been born completely good or evil then it would have thrown off the balance. It was my free will that let me choose to be good and even the 'Grand Design' can't interfere with free will.
For about another two hours I kept on walking until I finally reached a small shopping area. The only place open was vampire bar named Fangtasia. I held back a fit of giggles at such a name and put on a poker face. Beggars can't be choosers.