What's the Worst that can Happen?
I do not own Charmed, it's characters nor any reference to Buffy the Vampire Slayer
This is my first fan-fic so please bear with me. Your reviews would be greatly appreciated. If you don't review oh well, at least I asked and you being mean is not my problem. Love you anyway.
To give you a view of the two new girls in town this is their introduction so I don't waste your time and mine with it later:
Celice- straight blonde hair touching the middle of her back with two red streaks just in the front, blue eyes, Buffy the vampire slayer pretty with similar build, demon, power of siren and conjure atheme at will.
Alyssa- slightly wavy brown hair just below her shoulders, hazel eyes, faith from BVS pretty and similar build, witch, active power energy balls and levitation.
Celice and Alyssa walked to the front door of the grand house before them and stopped. "Why did we decide to do this again?" Alyssa asked slightly taken back by the eerie feeling in her gut telling her to turn back now. "because the only way to know for sure is to ask, that's why" Celice replied knowing very well this could turn out badly. They both continued to stand on the stairs watching the house as if waiting to be dropped through some unknown trap door if they walked any closer. The manor before them was old, but somehow still looked new. Despite the years and many repairs the house was still in great condition.
They each took the last step warily and looked at each other expecting the other to make the first move. "You ring the bell. Your idea, your problem." Alyssa stated shaking her wavy brown hair away from her face. "Your closer, you do it" Celice replied beginning to regret this decision more an more and the moments passed. "Fat chance!! You're the one that said we should ask for help from them when things really went downhill. I do recall being the one that said we could handle all on our own. As if they will want to help anyway. It's not like we're innocents coming by for a potion or two, we're…" Celice shot her a glare that very clearly said 'one more word and you'll be through the front door.' Alyssa simply looked at her blonde friend commandingly. Both knew this was the only way to stop the attacks and finally be able to walk outside without watching for the next well armed demon feeling the need to run them through. Celice brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face and took a deep breath. Alyssa checked her shirt to make sure she wasn't showing too much skin, despite the fact it was a little too small due to the dryer incident a couple days earlier. Celice watched her friend a little puzzled at her failed attempt. "You know, if you hadn't set the dryer on high for an hour you would have that problem." "Hey, how was I supposed to know that my shirt would shrink? It's not like I aced home-ec or had any interest in becoming the happy house wife." Both laughed a little at this with the recollection of their first attempt to cook in high school causing the home-ec room to be "out of order" for the rest of the year.
Celice reached out and rang the door bell with a shaky hand. If this didn't work her best friend would be screwed and so would she by association. They heard shuffling inside the house and finally were greeted by none other than Chris Halliwell. "May I help you?" Alyssa's jaw dropped at the sight of the handsome witch before her. Celice stepped forward, "we were hoping you could help us out. We have a slight problem." Chris looked at the pair quizzically, "if your problem has anything to do with my credit or your friends inability to speak, I can't help you." Alyssa shook out of her mild trance, "what?, no, I'm just, kinda shy." Celice tried to suppress her laughter. Chris stepped aside and beckoned them in. just as they reached the living room a tall blonde male came stomping down the stairs seeming frustrated and annoyed. "Chris, that's it, no more doing you any favors! You say 'oh, Spike, be a pal and make this potion for me. It's not hard just do exactly what the book says', what do I do? I make the damn potion. I can tell you now…." The vampire stopped as he saw the glare from Chris and the awe in the faces of the two strangers. "Spike, how nice of you to walk in raving like a fucking lunatic." Spike looked from on stranger to the other. The black dust covering his face didn't hide his embarrassment, "i-i-it exploded." Chris rolled his eyes and decided that if he just acted like that hadn't happened they wouldn't start asking questions. Both girls wanted to laugh but knew it would inspire questions that needn't be answered just yet.
Sorry but this will have to be taken one chapter at a time. Should end up with one or two a day though.