...Chapter One...
As the sun rose high into the sky, the light of the morning stretched through the open window, illuminating the many pages of notes and research scattered across the desk, to wake the sleeping Becca. Becca raised her head from the research paper that she'd been going over before she fell asleep.
"Damn, what time is it?" she asked turning to look at the clock, rubbing her sore neck. Her eyes widened seeing she only had ten minutes to meet Christina. "Holy shit! I'm late," she exclaimed, jumping up, gathering all her research and notes together. Grabbing up the bag her grandmother gave her she shoved the papers into it, throwing it over her shoulder and sprinted to put on her shoes. Making sure that she had turned everything turned off, she ran out the door, closing and locking it with her mind. Becca ran nonstop until she reached Presidio Park.
Christina, a young witch only a month younger than Becca, was sitting on a bench reading a book.
"Sorry I'm late," Becca panted doubling, placing her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath.
"Don't worry about it. I haven't been here that long," Christina assured her. Becca nodded, "What are you reading now?" she asked. Christina closed her book and replied with a smile, "Blood and Chocolate. So have you got everything worked out?"
"Yeah, I was up all night going over everything again. And I memorized the spell you gave me to summon the book," she replied.
"Let's hope it works," Christina commented with a grimace.
"It will," Becca said with conviction. "Shall we go over the plans one last time?" Grumbling Becca replied, "But we've gone over it a hundred times since we started planning this thing. I know it by heart already, Chi."
"I know but it wouldn't hurt to go over it again," Christina retorted.
With a heavy sigh Becca gave in, "Fine." "After I've drawn the Triquatra on the wall you are going to..."
"I'm going to summon the book," Becca finished.
"Right. Now remember, you'll only have a few minutes to read that spell to open the portal, before his demons arrive," Christina reminded her.
"I know Christina," rolling her eyes, she pausing in thought, before looking at her friend, "What are you going to do once I've stepped through? His demons will either, try to kill you or capture you and take you to him."
"I'll be fine. I can take care of his demons, don't you worry about that," she winked.
Seeing that gesture Becca knew Christina had something up her sleeves, but decided she didn't want to know. Changing the subject she asked, "What if the sisters are home and they see me? How do I explain that?"
"Let's just hope they're not home. If they are you'll just have to wing it...It shouldn't be hard for you to sneak out with them home..." Christina said a smirk making its way across her features.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Becca asked defensively.
"Well you did it plenty of times during class in high school," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, that's true," she affirmed with a sly smile. There was a moment of silence before the two starting laughing and soon tears were flowing from their eyes. Gaining her composure first, Becca stood and walked over to the shore looking out at the murky, polluted water, "Ya know, it's going to be weird. I'm use to all this..." gesturing to the surrounding area, "Once I've seen it in its true beauty, I won't want to leave it."
Christina took her place beside her friend, "Well if you succeed, then the children here can enjoy that beauty as well." Becca nodded as she continued gazing out at the water. "Whoa! It's already six! I've got to be at work in five minutes. I gotta go," Christina exclaimed.
"Don't forget the last tour is at four today. I'll see ya about 3:45pm," Becca reminded.
"Right. C-ya!" Christina called before taking off down the street.
Becca turned back to the bay, 'I really hope I can pull this off. I wouldn't want my child growing up here, well...that is if I ever decide to have kids.' She couldn't see how someone would want to raise their children here. Everything was either dead, polluted, or run down. Realizing that the fate of the city rested on her shoulders she sighed, hoping and praying she would not fail. For if she did, the city would be ruled by evil forever. "I won't let that happen," she vowed with determination as her students flashed in her mind.
Thinking of them she sighed again. She knew what she had to do, she knew that she would have to leave them to complete her mission, but the thought of it was very upsetting. She'd taught them for years, watched them grow. To her they were like family, she loved each and every one of them. Taking a deep breath, 'I have to do this for them. Completing my mission will make their lives better. They won't have to worry about Wyatt or his demon minions. They'd be able to live a life without fear of being killed in crossfire between the resistance and the elite demons.'
Her watch beeped pulling her out of her thoughts, she looked down, '7:30am' "Today's just not my day," she said realizing she only had fifteen minutes to make it to the studio. She set off, giving one last glance to the Bay, making her way to the dance studio. 'How in the world am I supposed to convince the Elders I've just received my powers? I've had them for nearly seven years now. I've pretty much got them down,' she thought as she passed the citizens on their way to work, 'And once I figured out how to do that, how do I get Leo as my whitelighter? Asking for him personally would make them suspicious. This is going to be trickier than I thought it would be. Maybe Chi has an idea,' she thought unlocking the door and going in making a b-line for her office. Picking up the phone she dialed Christina's work number and explained her thoughts.
"Try causing some minor accidents or something. Use small spurts of magic at a time to make them think you're just coming into your powers. They'll be able to sense it. Oh and while you're there, don't use your powers like you normally do. If they sense that much power coming from you then they'll be suspicious. You'll really have to play the part of a new witch to convince them," she suggested.
"I know that much...and it really sucks! I'll just have to get use to doing things by hand again; cooking, cleaning, and so on," Becca commented as she flipped through the pile of paperwork sitting on her desk.
"Have you figured out where you're going to live?" Christina asked.
"Huh, oh, yeah. I researched the houses in the neighborhood and turns out the one right across the street from them was for sale at the time. I've already withdrawn enough money to buy it, furniture, clothing and everything that I'll need to live comfortably until I can find a job," she replied.
"Wow! I'm impressed. You've gotten everything set in that area. Well gotta go a customer just walked in," Christina informed her.
"Ok, later," Becca said before putting the phone down and picking up the paper in front of her that needed her signature. Having finished that she turned on her computer to type up the needed forms to sign over temporary management to the person she'd hired to replace her while she was gone.
Finishing around noon she placed the paperwork on top of the folder, containing instructions for the new manager, and then went out to the main area. Locking the door she set out, walking slowly, to the nearest diner allowing herself time to take in the city, it didn't matter how bad things were, it was still her home and she wanted to remember it the way it was, while she was gone. Entering the diner she found a solitary booth so that she could go over her research, while she ate, without being disturbed. Ordering her usual of tomato soup and grilled cheese Becca ate slowly as she scanned through the papers. Reading more in depth on one particular page she paused at the last sentence she'd read, "Wyatt has a younger brother?" she stated amazed and confused, "I didn't know that he has a younger brother," she paused thinking a minute before continuing on, "He disappeared? I wonder what could've happened to him..." reading further down, "He was never found..." As she scanned further down the page she saw a picture.
Becca's eyes roamed over the picture of the little boy a few times before reading his name below, "Christopher Perry Halliwell. He looks so young." Her eyes returned once more to the young face, wondering what had happened to him, 'If he disappeared and was never found...maybe...maybe it was Wyatt. It is his style to make people disappear, but could he really do something like that to his own brother?' she wondered. When she'd finished her lunch she went back to the studio and called Christina once again. She told her of her findings on Christopher.
"Yeah, I know. He disappeared sometime last month. Not many people know about it though, he doesn't want it getting out," Christina told her.
"If nobody knows, then how is it that you know?" Becca asked.
"Chris was a member of the resistance. A friend of mine mentioned it to me the other day."
"How old was he?"
"If he's still alive, he'd be 21 now."
"Don't say that Chi. I'm sure he's still alive," Becca exclaimed somewhat horrified at her friends suggestion, "Does anyone know what could've happened to him?"
"Not really. But they seem to think he might have run into his brother. They're really worried about him," Christina said.
"They don't actually think Wyatt would do anything to him, do they?" she asked even though she could guess the answer.
"Yeah, she said it wouldn't be the first time Wyatt had hurt him or something. Wyatt feels that Chris betrayed him," Christina explained.
"Why would he think that?" Becca wondered aloud.
"Well dear friend, b/c Chris is one of the strongest leaders of the resistance. He's done a lot to piss his brother off," Christina told her.
"Ah, man. I really hope that he's ok. I don't even know him and I'm a little worried," Becca admitted, trying to envision the older version of the picture she'd seen.
Hearing a "Hello?" called from the main room Becca told Christina, "Hey look I gotta go, my replacement just walked in. I'll see you later, ok?"
"Ok. Don't forget 3:45!," Christina reminded before hanging up. Placing the phone on the receiver Becca grabbed the folder and forms then headed out to meet the woman. The woman signed the necessary forms; Becca explained the instructions along with everything else, then hesitantly handed over the keys. She didn't want to leave the kids, but she knew that they were in good hands. She trusted this young woman and knew that she'd do a great job in her stead.
Becca left the studio not long after, heading for the museum Wyatt had created. It was said that he kept it up so that people would know and remember the power from which he was born and the power that he possessed. Becca shook her head at the memory, 'You'd think the idiot would keep it up in honor of all the good that his mom and aunts had done in their demon fighting day,' she thought bitterly to herself. Before she knew it she saw the large manor house and a pretty good sized group lined up outside waiting for the tour to start, Christina among them looking around anxiously.
"What took you so long?" Christina snapped once Becca was in range.
"Sorry, I was just observing the city one last time," Becca lied. Christina nodded in agreement as Becca knew she would.
The doors to the maroon manor opened revealing a tall gangly woman dressed in the guides outfit. "If you would all follow me we can begin with the tour. My name is Ester and I'll be your guide for today," she said motioning for everyone to file into the building.
Becca and Christina shared a glance before following the group.
Ester led them through the living room recounting the history of the Halliwell's and the manor then showed them a clip of when the Charmed Ones had been 'reborn' then proceeded to take them on through the bedrooms, the attic, and finally the kitchen. "This concludes out tour, now if you'll all follow me through here we'll go to the gift shop were you may purchase some of the ingredients the sisters used," Ester finished leading the group through the back entryway.
Christina and Becca however did not follow through, the snuck away from the group and went down into the basement waiting for the museum to close. Once they were sure that everyone was gone they made their way quickly upstairs to the attic.
"Well this is it," Christina said pushing the door to the attic open and walking in.
Becca following close behind her, "Yeah," she said walking past Christina to the podium were a hologram of the book sat.
Christina turned to the wall ready to draw the Triquatra, only to find that there was already one on the wall, "What the hell?"
Becca looked up from her place at the podium, "Wow Chi that was fast."
Christina faced her shaking her head, "It wasn't me, it was already there."
Becca furrowed her brows, "That's odd...Oh well, it saves us time. Here goes nothing...you ready?"
"Yea," she replied still confused as to why the thing was already there.
Becca closed her eyes, repeating the spell as the words flashed before her mind. Hearing a thud she immediately opened her eyes and searched the book for the spell to open the gateway to the past. Finding it she quickly read, then ripped the page from the book incase he decided to send someone back after her. The portal on the wall began to glow a faint blue, and as soon as it opened completely to admit the traveler Wyatt's demons appeared.
Christina fought with the demons closest to her, as Becca fought past the ones blocking her way.
Without a glance back Becca stepped through the portal. Appearing on the other side she found herself standing in a semi clean attic instead of the one covered in dust and ancient odds and ends. Looking around she saw the book sitting on the podium near the window, a ray of light illuminating it. In the corner was a table holding what seemed to be ingredients, bottles, and other things needed to make potions. Becca smiled realizing her first task had been completed, then it faded remembering Christina. She prayed that her friends scheme to take care of the demons had worked. A sound downstairs brought her out of her thoughts; quietly she made her way toward the attic door, taking her time as to not alert them to her presence. Making her way down the stairs leading to the second floor she heard voices coming from the kitchen, though she couldn't make them out. 'It's a good thing we took that damn tour, now I know where the rooms are and a few places I can hide if I need to,' she thought as she passed slowly by the bedroom doors.
Finally reaching the stairs leading to the main floor she heard, "Alright, we'll take care of it as soon as I get back from P3, happy?" the back door opened, "Ya know, you should really lighten up or it's going to catch up with you one day." Becca listened further stopping by the wall near the last step.
"Piper how many times are you going to tell me that?" Becca could tell it was a male voice and wondered if it was Leo.
"Until you listen to me. Now I've got to go or the delivery guys will be there before me," then she heard the back door close.
Becca heard the male sigh; she risked peeking around the corner of the kitchen only to see a blue and white mist. 'So that's what they call orbing?' she mused as she made her way to the window to see if Piper had gone, and she had. Guessing that there was no one left in the house Becca left out the back door, walking around the front of the house she picked up the newspaper, 'June 10, 2003' "So I haven't even been born yet, that's interesting," she mused placing the paper back down.
Raising up she saw a for sale sign sitting in front of a elegant three story house, complete with tower. Becca smirked wickedly, 'Oh this is going to be great,' opening her bag she dug around to find a pen and scrap of paper. She quickly jotted down the number then proceeded to find a pay phone.
Arranging to meet in a near by coffee shop within the half hour, Becca hung up and made her way to said shop. Taking the time to observe her surroundings as she went she smiled to an elderly couple she passed, pushing what she guessed to be their grandchild. The woman returned the gesture.
'These people are a lot friendlier than the people back home. Of coarse they don't have to worry about demons and witches fighting in the middle of the street,' she thought. Looking up she saw the brightly colored building the man had explained was a coffee shop. Pulling open the door a child ran out nearly colliding with her. Becca smiled as she entered, she scanned the room looking for the owner, but he wasn't there yet, shrugging she decided to order a drink. It was long until a man somewhere in his late 40's entered the place. If he hadn't told her what'd he'd be wearing she wouldn't have guessed he was the person she was waiting on.
"Ah, there yeh are," he said walking over to were she sat at the bar, "You're the one who called about the property one Prescott street, correct?"
Becca nodded and stuck out her hand, "I am and you must be Mr. Jones."
The man took her hand, "I am. Do you have the amount you specified on the phone?" he asked.
"I do, it's here," Becca said taking out and envelope filled with the correct amount.
"Good, all you need to do is sign these forms and it'll be all yours," he assured her.
She nodded again taking the forms as he handed them to her to sign, "Is that all?" she asked having finished the last one.
"It is. Here's the key," he said holding them out.
Becca took them and handed him the envelope, "It was nice doing business with you Mr. Jones."
"Same to you young woman. Best of luck getting settled in. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask the neighbors they're all more than willing to help," he told her as he pocketed the envelope.
"Thank you," she said smiling.
"Oh, I must warn yeh. The people across the street in the maroon house are a little strange, nice, but strange," he stated.
"Strange?" she asked furrowing her brows in mock confusion, "What do you mean by strange?"
"Exactly that. You just wait; you'll see what I'm talking about. Strange things happen in that house. There were a few times I'd look out my window and see flames or bright blue and white lights shining through their upstairs window, were the attic is," he said in a hushed tone.
Becca resisted the urge to laugh at the look on his face. "Oh...well thank you for tell me. But I wonder, is that why you left the neighborhood?" she asked.
"No, like I said the women are nice. I moved b/c my wife and I didn't need that big of a place and it just being the two of us. We found a small apartment around these parts. Well I must be off. Good luck," the man said before turning and leaving the place altogether.
Going back over his words of the blue and white lights and occasional flames Becca didn't have to guess what those were; she finally allowed a soft chuckle to pass her lips. 'Guess I better get home and see what all I'm going to need to buy,' she thought standing, throwing away her cup, then leaving making her way to her new home.
Ten minutes later she was topping the hill near the manor and her home. She glanced to the manor, curious to know if the sisters were home, before stepping up onto her porch and unlocking the door. Opening the front door the first thing she noticed is that it was dark, even during the midpoint of the day. 'I think I'm going to like it here,' she thought happily as she switched on the light and closed the door behind her. She scanned the room taking note as to what she would need. 'Huh, they left some furniture here,' seeing a couch and a rocking chair sitting in the corner, both covered with sheets. Walking over to the couch she pulled back the sheet, "Damn, this thing looks new," uncovering the rocking chair her expression of surprise remained, as it too was like new.
Placing her bag on the couch she dug once more for a sheet of paper and a pen to right down what she would need to finish furnishing the rest of the place. Pen and paper in hand she went through every room jotting down things. "This house was a steal," she said finding a third full bathroom, "Three beds, three and a half baths, complete with attic and basement. Not to mention the tower. I can't believe anyone would want to sell this place...but damn this place is really dusty..." she trailed off thinking of how she was going to clean it. 'You know what to hell with what Christina said. This place is too big to clean by hand...maybe there's a way I can pull off cleaning the entire place in one large spurt of magic...' smirking she made her way up to the attic.
Taking a stance in the center of the room; she closed her eyes calling up all the anger and rage that she could, within her and brought her hands together as if in prayer then threw them out to each side causing a energy wave that could match that of an atomic bomb. Everything within the house was left spotless as the wave carried further and further out reaching to the barriers of her property. Exhausted Becca fell to her knees panting, trying to catch her breath. 'Damn, I don't need to do that again. It took more than I thought it would,' she told herself, opening her eyes slowly she saw a very clean attic and smiled, 'But at least it worked,' she smirked.
Falling back on her rear she wondered if her plan, to make the Elders think that someone had used that much power in rage by accident, worked. Having gotten her breathing under control Becca made her way down to the couch to get some sleep. Laying down her last thought was, 'Tomorrow I'll go and buy everything else for the house."
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Ok...so that was the first chapter. Not many mentions or actual sightings of the sisters, but at the moment I need to tell Becca's story. Don't worry the sisters, Chris and Leo will all make their appearances soon.
(FYI: updates will probably start out pretty slow since I'm having to go through everything I'd previously written and having to revise a great deal of things. Including taking some of the other stuff out completely. I have a feeling by the time I'm finished with this it will be a whole new story all together. This is probably a good thing b/c it will be more organized.)
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