A/N: Hello all, this is a re-uploaded story I have been struggling with for ages but I finally feel I have it going somewhere, but I had to re-upload it, my grammar and spelling was awful and just a lot of the language I felt was really awkward. There were also some silly mistakes that kept bothering so I feel much better now about continuing this story :)
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I trudged down the lonely country road on my own. My car was a few miles back and I still hadn't reached a gas station or a phone. 'Stupid countryside with no signal!' I screamed as I kicked a rock as hard as I could out of my path dispersing some of my irritation. I began mumbling curses under my breath at the new scuff on my favourite boots. I looked down at my watch, it had been about a half hour since the last car went by so hitchhiking was out of the question.
I was so tempted to just shimmer myself back to civilisation but for all I knew I could end up in -only God knows where. I promised myself I would only use it incase of emergencies.
Besides, I wanted to do this on my own, the 'normal' way, as much as I could. The last time I tried to shimmer that far I ended up in the middle of the Underworld in a Thorn Demon nest. Shimmering was so unreliable lately. I was sore for three weeks after that and my aunts had to get me out of that mess too. They watched me like hawks for at least a month.
You see, this is what happens when you have no one to teach you that stuff, I'm not even sure if I can throw energy balls these days, I can't remember the last time I was able to even conjure one. There aren't many Demons out there willing to mentor the Twice-Blessed child of the Charmed Ones. (Though demons loved to earn a bit recognition saying they survived an encounter with me.) That's why my aunts and mother were and still are so protective of me. Chris and Wyatt have it so easy. If you ask me my family was just embarrassed by me.
When I was a kid it was so easy to use magic, I shimmered in out of places all the time without a care in the world, I could use projection easily and make anything I wanted real so I was spoiled rotten, not to mention my telekinesis was like having an extra limb, but these days it's a lot harder. Sometimes to even try and lift a leaf with my mind is like trying to move a tonne of bricks.
My powers are unfortunately tied to my emotions and that seems to be the root of the problem. When I went to my uncle Leo about it, he said that because I've been repressing my demon side for so long and because I'm so smothered by my family, my powers in general are... 'Repressed'. It's not easy growing up different from everyone else your own age (and even your own family) but add in all that protectiveness and rules and it was no wonder I was in the middle of nowhere. I had had enough. I'm twenty-two, I didn't need to be watched every five minutes!
Back at my apartment in San Francisco, I was even in the same building as my parents and I was constantly visited by everyone and I mostly ended just spending all my time in my parents place anyway and that's no way to live. It's not like I was being forced to be with them, it's just that I know no different. I needed my own space. I needed to live on my own, away from my family, find my own identity and figure out what kind of witch I want to be. I know we're a close family but it's becoming suffocating.
I had been planning this for months. I needed to get out of the city, needed to get out of my family's shadow and make my own mark on the world. I needed somewhere where the sun was covered by clouds and not smog. What's funny is, is that once upon a time my mother was in the same boat. You would think she would understand, or at the very least empathise. You know for an empath, she was really bad at trying to understand me. My uncle Leo was all for this move, he was the nurturing kind of person when it came to reaching your own potential. My Dad didn't see the harm in it either, I was only an orb or beam away.
I was really thankful that my aunt Paige hadn't orbed in yet. She would have sensed my stress levels by now but I was doing my best to stay calm and collected, over the years I had learned to keep a hold of my emotions so I didn't have Paige orb in every time I stubbed my toe. Paige was cool like that though, she was the youngest of my mother's sisters and I got on better with her than any of my cousins. My cousins and sisters are the ones that had the good life, 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 that my birth father was actually the Source, but dates got confused (as they do in pregnancies) and I wasn't the spawn of the Source. My parents were even expecting a boy believe it or not.
The Seer that foretold my birth was wrong I guess, she tried to use me to claim the throne of the Underworld before I was even born. However it turned out my demon half came from Belthazar, not the Source of all evil in the world, which would also make me a quarter demon if we want to get really specific. Anyway, thanks to my true parentage the Seer's plans went up in flames, pardon the bad pun.
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. They were both born in the manor which was built over some spiritual nexis, or something. I'm not too clear on the specifics.
Unlike my aunt Paige my aunt Piper played the part of second overbearing mother, if it wasn't my own mother bossing me around, it was Piper. But it's not really her fault, I'm not that self-absorbed to not understand why. She had the role of oldest sister forced upon her when their older sister died. My aunt Prue, who I'm named after, was murdered not long before I was born.
It's kind of funny, Piper says my mom had been a loose cannon at my age, according to Piper anyway (my mom completely denies it) and that that trait was genetic in Halliwells. That and stubbornness and the great bone structure. To be honest I really can't see my mother doing anything other than writing her column and worrying about me and my sisters.
As for my demon father,I never knew him, no one ever talks about him around me, you would think by now I would have some kind of information on him other than the basics, I wasn't a child after all. Whenever his name is mentioned around my mom, she goes all weird and she just ends up upset or angry and shuts down. I know his name though, Cole Turner, and that he was a Demon of course but he was half-human as well, and at some point the Source of all evil? I know, my family is really too confusing.
I read up on him in the Book of Shadows as a kid, I just couldn't resist. His name was Belthazor, he was a very powerful upper level Demon but my mother tore out the pages and hid them on me. There's a conjuring spell for him and I guess she was terrified I would actually use it. But he's dead, it doesn't make much sense as to why she would do it.
However, I did do some internet research on him too. He was a highly regarded assistant D.A in San Francisco, and then he just disappeared. My mother was a suspect in his disappearance but the investigation never went further. The police figured deadbeat Dad and that was that. 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 percent sure if he really is dead.
My step father Cup is the only father I've ever had, he's great, I love him, I really do but we just don't have that connection that he has with my sisters Penelope and Payten. I'm putting that down to my Demon half too. Cupids and Demons don't mix very well. As I thought of my sisters I started to laugh to myself a bit, I could just imagine the look on their face's if they saw me right now.
I suddenly let out a huge yawn as I sauntered down the road. I was so tired, or bored, that I wasn't really paying much attention to my surroundings. I never even saw the rock that caught the toe of my boot and sent me flying.
"Just perfect..." I groaned aloud into the ground, losing the will to keep going. The ground was really quite comfy, maybe if I just curled up in ball I'd just fall into a void and have no more problems to worry about. I fell on my knee pretty hard too and the pain made my whole knee cap throb.
My first groan was followed by an even louder one when I saw blue lights come from above me. Could this moment get any worse?
When I looked up I saw an aged man with dark silver hair wearing a look on his face that could kill and I knew that yes, things were just gonna keep getting worse for me tonight. He stared down at me bemused by my 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 myself.
"I want to know what you think you are doing?" He asked in his pompous 'I'm an elder and you're not tone'.
"Taking a midnight stroll" I smiled walking around him praying in my mind that he would just go away.
"How can you be so irresponsible and reckless?!" 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. If you ask me he really needed to get laid.
"Would you just leave me alone? I know what I'm doing!" I groaned.
"Really?" He retorted, crossing his arms in his pompous way. "Have you even stopped for one moment to think about how much danger you're putting yourself into, not only are you open to attacks but there are vampires everywhere?" Did this guy ever stop?.
"Actually I did and I figured, screw it, I'm not spending my life being constantly watched by everyone who's waiting for me to finally lose it." I let a out a huge sigh then, I always knew why Odin despised me so much. "Look Odin, 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 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, obviously feeling awkward after I pointed out his biggest fears for me, he composed himself for a moment and snapped back into his usual pretentious self. He orbed out without another 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 of course 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 a 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' won't interfere with free will.
For about another two hours I kept on walking, with a slight limp I might add, until I finally reached a small strip mall. The only place open at this hour was an obvious vampire bar named Fangtasia. I held back a fit of giggles at such a name and put on a poker face. I didn't like the idea of willingly go into a vampire's lair but beggars can't be choosers.