Title: Bloodline
Author: CordeliaHalliwell
Summary: The death of a witch leads to a shocking revelation about two of the scoobies.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, it belong to Joss. I also don't own Charmed, Aaron Spelling has that honor.
Prologue
-San Diego, New Years Day, 1981-
Belinda Maclay could not explain why she had been attracted to the demon Balthazar. Perhaps it was because his human guise was so attractive, or perhaps it was the way he had treated her, as if she were something precious or special. Now, of course, she knew that he had simply been using her, his feelings and actions as false as the human face he often wore. His goal, which he had succeeded in, had been to impregnate her with a child, a child that would be half-witch and half-demon. He had not only succeeded in impregnating her with one child but two, fraternal twins, a boy and girl, both of whom she now held. Her daughter had been born minutes before her son on News Years Eve, while her son had been born just after midnight on New Years Day. Neither child showed any outward sign of their demonic parentage, both baring cherubic faces and big dark eyes. They had their father's human coloring, with dark brown hair.
Belinda looked up as her mother entered the room carrying a large book. Belinda paled and glanced down at her children.
Her mother spoke gravely, "Belinda, you know what we have to do."
"I am not vanquishing my children mother!" snapped Belinda.
Her mother argued back, "What choice do we have, they're half-demon."
Belinda shook her head and snarled protectively, "And half-witch mother, I am not destroying them, they're innocent."
"Now," was her mother's terse reply, she continued "They're innocent now but eventually their father will come for them and then what, they grow up evil?" She shook her head and sighed, "No Belinda, we can't risk them growing up and hunting witches, think of Tara!" Belinda's eyes widened at the mention of her older daughter.
She replied angrily, "That isn't fair mother; you're asking me to choose between my children."
"I am," stated her mother confidently. She added, "Their powers are far too dangerous." Belinda's eyes lit up. She laid her son and daughter gently in their basinet and snatched the book her mother was holding.
"Mother, you're a genius," she exclaimed. Her mother stared at her, utterly baffled.
-The Underworld, New Years Day, 1981-
"Balthazar!" The hooded demon kneeled in reply to the Source's roar. The soldier of fortune bowed his head and prayed silently, hoping the Source was in an altruistic mood. The Source spoke again, "Where are the children Balthazar? You assured me that the witch would come to term, and my seer tells me that she has. I can not raise them to be evil if they are not here." Under his hood Balthazar scowled, angry at the Source's assumption. Source of evil or not, there was no way Balthazar or Cole Turner would allow him to raise the children they had fathered. His mind raced and then he smiled.
He answered confidently, "I will go immediately to take them from the witch, master." The Source waved his hand in dismissal and Balthazar shimmered away.
-San Diego, New Years Day, 1981-
Belinda exhaled slowly and smiled. Her spell had worked; the powers her children possessed were now bound away. For all intents and purposes her son and daughter were two normal children and the clause she had put in the binding spell assured that they would stay that way until her natural death.
"Hello Belinda." Her head snapped up and she snarled viciously at the intruder. There stood her children's father, Cole Turner or more accurately Balthazar.
She spat out, "They are utterly useless to you Balthazar. I've bound their powers and they will stay bound until my natural death." She clutched her children protectively.
Cole smiled gently and replied, "Good, because we don't have much time. The Source wants them and neither Cole nor Balthazar wants that."
Belinda arched an eyebrow and demanded "Well what do you propose we do?!"
"Hide them away," was his immediate response. Belinda reared back and stared at Cole incredulously. He continued, "It's the only way Belinda. I can tell the Source you vanquished them and put them where no demon will find them."
She stammered, "B-but they are m-mine, my ch-children." Cole smiled gently, charmed by her stutter.
His smile vanished and he whispered, "I know, but we both know you can't raise them. Never mind the Source; what do you plan to tell Donald? This is the only way. I can protect you and them." Belinda winced at the mention of her husband, who hadn't known she was pregnant thanks to a handy glamour spell. She knew Balthazar was right, resigned, she stood. She handed Balthazar his son and clenched the demon's shirt in her hand.
He gave her a confused look and she snapped at him, "If I'm going to give up my children I want to know where they are going." He nodded and began to shimmer out of the house with Belinda at his side. He smiled as they began to disappear, where better to hide two half-demon half-witch children than a Hellmouth.