Twisted Fate
Disclaimer: I do not own charmed and everything in this story was my own idea.
Please r and r so I can continue.
Blue orbs filled the kitchen as a blonde haired man emerged from the lights. He scanned the lounge before wandering into the kitchen to see his wife. He reached for one of the fairy cakes that she had just made.
"Hey, hey!" Piper cried, slapping Leo's wrist as he lifted the chocolate cake to his mouth. "Those are for Phoebe's boyfriend's mother, she's still not got over her house being robbed last week. Just try and stop eating until she gets here, please."
"What, the mother?" Leo asked, dropping the cake.
"No, Phoebe." Piper replied, straightening her long sleeved, brown top but only getting white flour all over it. "Damn it," She mumbled as she turned to get a cloth but her elbow knocked over the dough mixture she'd been finishing. "Flaming-" A scream from upstairs interrupted her in mind speech, she clenched her fists and tried to calm herself down. When she looked up, Leo was still watching her over the counter with the screams droning on in the back ground. "Leo?" She said pointing her hand up, then her husband disappeared in millions of blue orbs.
"Piper, I think you should—" Leo called from upstairs.
"Piper, please don't say anything bad is happening." Phoebe said, running into the kitchen. Piper forced a smiled before turning to her little sister.
"No, Phoebe, everything's fine. My new top is covered in flour, the second batch of cakes is on the floor and you have just walked in." Piper moaned.
"Piper!" Leo cried again.
"Just another thing to add to my million tasks long list." She said to Phoebe, "What now?" She called. Then the room was bathed in blue orbs. "What do you w—" But then a black haired woman stepped out of the orbs.
"Piper…" Paige started as someone else orbed into the room. A small blonde boy stood awkwardly beside Paige. There was a crash and Leo came running down the stairs.
"Thank God." He said as Paige picked up her nephew, Wyatt. The crashes continued above their heads until suddenly, there was silence.
"Do you think it's safe?" Phoebe asked quietly, casting her eyes up.
"It's never safe in this place," Piper moaned, chucking her cloth down and walking up the stairs. She screamed and everyone ran up after her.
As they reached the top, Leo and Phoebe crept into Wyatt's room, leaving Paige with Wyatt just out the door.
After several minutes, Paige wandered into the room. On the floor lay Piper, and Phoebe, seriously wounded while Leo stood over them trying to heal them.
"Oh my God, Leo, what happened?" Paige whispered, kneeling beside him. Leo cast his watery eyes, angrily towards Wyatt's crib. Hiding behind it stood a young brunette girl, covered in green slime. "You… can save them right? She couldn't have…"
Leo shook his head slowly, his forehead creased. Then Paige noticed something that the girl was holding. A sword! As it came rushing towards her, Paige noticed something blazed into the handle. Paige bent over her nephew, protecting him with her body.
But something about the sword amazed her. It was Excalibur.
The sword came down, only to crash in a blue sphere. The girl was thrown across the room as Wyatt's shield came up to protect himself and his Aunt Paige.
Leo crept towards his sister-in-law, who had seemed to have passed out. Wyatt gave a soft moan as Leo walked through his shield and lifted him up. Within seconds of picking up his son, he was transported into the magic school.
Even though Leo had not orbed himself there, he knew his son had. But why? He glanced around the classroom that he'd been orbed into. Nothing, it was empty. But then he noticed Wyatt was looking into a dark corner of the room.
"Come out!" He shouted angrily.
Then the girl from the manor appeared. Leo stepped back, shifting Wyatt to his hip so he had one hand free.
"No, please, don't kill me." The child begged, cowering back into the corner.
"Tell me who you are, and I might consider it." Leo replied, lowering his hand slightly.
"I'm… Jade," She started, "Merlin's… daughter." Leo hesitated before stepping forward.
"If you are Merlin's… daughter, as you say. Then why did you kill my wife and her sister?"
"I didn't, mean to kill them," Jade cried, tears started running down her cheeks. "I thought… I thought…" She fell to the floor in tears, "I thought they were the demons, I was scared!"
"What? How could you mistake them for demons?" Leo cried.
"Demons, they have taken the form… of the charmed ones, they're in the… manor." She sniffed.
"Prove it, show me." Leo said, calming down but he still had his hand raised. Jade showed him a small red crystal. She mumbled a short spell before it became clear and showed the manor.
"Wyatt's room, show me Wyatt's room." The crystal zoomed into the room it had been asked to see. Paige was getting shakily to her feet before stumbling over to her sisters. "I can save them," She whispered, glancing at Leo. He nodded and she chanted another incantation. The two sisters clambered up, clinging to Paige.
Suddenly the crystal showed a bird's eye view of the house. Wandering around the lounge was three figures, zooming in on them showed them as Paige, Piper and Phoebe, but they were in Wyatt's room, weren't they?
Zooming in closer, Leo could make out that they had red eyes and sliver tinted hair. They weren't the charmed sisters, they were the demons.
Then they were joined by another person, demon, who had taken on the face of Leo. But he was something else, Wyatt and Chris! Chris, he was still there.
"Show me Chris," Leo ordered. The crystal automatically zoomed back to the true sisters, Leo sighed as he saw them surrounding Chris's crib. Piper picked up her son and hugged him tightly, asking her sisters if they'd seen Wyatt. They were too absorbed in their conversation to notice something else had entered the room.
Piper ran towards her husband, only he was at the magic school. Within seconds Piper was thrown against the wall and two more demons had appeared at the door.
"Oh my God, Piper!" Leo cried as a mass fight broke out between the sisters and their demon themselves.
