Author's Note: Hi guys! Sorry for no author's note earlier. Was too focused on getting the chapter done haha. Anyway, this is a continuation of the CW series, Charmed. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE this show and this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. When I finished Season 6, that's when I decided to actually launch the story and write it. I sadly have no Beta to help me out with this story, so whoever would like to be will be welcomed with open arms lol.
So Charmed is basically a show about 3 sisters who discover that they are witches. One sister dies at the end of Season 3 and a half-sister is found in the Season 4 season premiere. That's basically a small gist and you guys can look into it for a brief summary so you know what's going on.
Now this story is based on a witch meeting and then living with Piper Halliwell's kids: Wyatt, Chris and Melinda. That's the handsome fella pictured up here lol. It's also told from Sage's POV with others thrown in there from time to time.
Now lastly, appreciation for all the people who are actually reading this. I'm still working on being an actual good writer, so feedback is always welcomed on how I can improve this story.
Much love to you all!
***FLASH FORWARD 6 MONTHS***
Running through an alley at 10 o'clock at night was tough, especially when you kept looking back at the snarling demon throwing energy balls at you. Even though Vito was a lower-level demon, energy balls still hurt like a bitch. Because I was looking back so much, I didn't see the small portion of pipe sticking out from one of the huge piles of trash that's lining the alley. Naturally, I went tumbling to the ground, dodging another energy ball in the process. I looked back and saw that he was gaining ground fast. Like INHUMANLY fast. Getting up faster than I thought I ever could, I grabbed the vial of vanquishing potion and prepared to throw it, when a ball of bright blue light hit me straight into my shoulder and knocked me right back down to the ground. I clenched the vial in my hands as I fought for consciousness to try and throw the potion. Vito slowed down to a walk and looked down at my state, and he had the nerve to laugh. My blood started to boil at that and I gathered enough strength to at least sit up.
That's when it happened.
Two forms covered in bright white and blue lights came down directly behind my head. I tilted my head back to get a look at who these new people were. Hey, upside down view is better than none. From the looks of it, they were both completely different facial wise and one was slightly taller than the other. They both looked down at me and then at Vito. Vito drew back and created an energy ball, about to strike, then all I heard was Vito's screams of pain and agony and hues of orange. I laid my head back and took a deep breath, the pain in my shoulder worsening and the blood loss increasing. I realized that I was going to fall unconscious soon, and I needed to do something before that happened.
"Thank you," I quietly whispered, praying that at least one of them heard me. Then everything went black.
All of a sudden, I felt this surge of life course through my entire body and felt all of my organs start to work in sync again. My eyes fluttered open and I took a deep breath. Once my vision cleared, there was this man leaning over me and he quickly stood up, presumably to give me some space. I immediately sat up and took in my surroundings. This wasn't my friend's apartment. Where was I?
"Are you alright?", a part deep and part raspy voice said. I looked up to the source of the voice and I saw two men looking at me like I was some type of science experiment. I shook my head and tried to remember what happened.
Vito chasing me, me getting hit with an energy ball, then... Oh!
"Wait... Aren't you the two that appeared in that alley where I was being chased?" I questioned, careful with my tone.
"You remember?" the slightly taller one asked, the one that was leaning over me.
"Yes, I remember. I also remember a rather large wound in my shoulder and an extreme amount of blood loss. And now it's gone," I said, looking over to my right shoulder. "Did you have something to do with that?", I nodded my head towards the slightly taller one.
"Yes, I healed you. We couldn't let you die in that alley," the tall one replied.
"Thank you. It's much appreciated," I said with a slight bow of my head. He bowed back and smiled slightly.
"Now we have a couple questions. Obviously you're a witch, we know because of the vanquishing potion that was in your hand back in the alley. So can I assume that we're on the same side here?", the slightly shorter one asked. I tilted my head slightly and gave him a curious look.
"Um, do you mind if we do some introductions first? I would like to know where I am and who you two are, mostly so I can stop referring you as 'the slightly taller one' and ' the slightly shorter one' in my head," I replied.
"But can we even trust you?" the shorter one asked. "And hey! We are the same height!"
"No, I'm actually an inch taller. I say we trust her. My name's Wyatt Halliwell and this is my little brother, Chris," the taller one said, I mean Wyatt. And Chris. Halliwell. Why did the name sound so familiar?
Wait...
"Hold on. Halliwell? As in the Charmed Ones Halliwell?" I asked, unable to contain my shock.
Wyatt laughed at my expression. "Yes, one and the same. We're the sons of the eldest sister, Piper," he answered. That's when I couldn't control my face. My mouth gaped open and they both couldn't help but burst out laughing. The shorter one, Chris, had a really nice smile. I mentally shook my head. Whoa, where did that come from?
"Okay, in all the times we've had to tell people who we are, we haven't gotten a reaction like that ever. You must be good then," Chris said once he calmed down.
"Well, I am good, for the most part, I guess. I'm Sage, by the way," I replied.
"So what did you have that the demon wanted so badly?" Wyatt asked, getting serious again.
"This. It was my grandmother's and it's rather powerful. It's protected me pretty well under the circumstances," I answered, pulling the string attached to the amulet from under my shirt.
"Whoa. That's Nebu, the Egyptian symbol for Gold," Chris said in awe, coming closer to examine it.
"Yeah, big fan of Egyptian mythology?" I asked with a slightly amused tone. He looked up at me and chuckled while nodding. That's when I got a close look at his eyes. They were a light green, a shade I've never really seen before until now. It was quite mesmerizing, to the point where I started to stare a little bit. He was either enjoying it and decided not to say anything or staring back at me, for what reason I don't know. My eyes were just a regular brown color, nothing special. Wyatt took notice of this and cleared his throat, taking us both out of our respective reveries. I shook my head and cleared my throat awkwardly. "Um, sorry about that," I said.
"Don't worry about it," Chris replied, looking down. Wyatt smiled at the two of us and I gave him a questioning look, to which he just shook his head.
"So where do we drop you off?" Chris asked. I sighed deeply. I was hoping he wouldn't ask.
"I can get there on my own, actually. Thank you though," I replied quickly, hoping they wouldn't insist.
Chris looked up then and looked at me like I grew two heads. "You're joking, right? It's midnight and what if the demon has friends? They'll come looking for you," Chris said, a bit angry.
"They've been looking for 3 and 1/2 years and I'm still alive and kicking. I think I can manage," I replied with a snark.
"3 and 1/2 years? Why is that amulet so important to collect? The demon has others that he stole," Wyatt said. My eyes went wide.
"What? Vito stole from other witches too? He didn't kill them, did he?" I asked, starting to panic. If Lucca and his family were killing other witches in order to get to me, then I would have to turn myself in.
"No, he hasn't killed them. Wait, did you say 'Vito'? As in, you knew the name of the demon?" Chris said.
I took a deep breath. "I used to be on a first name basis with that demon. And if he's stealing from other witches, then I am in big trouble."
They both looked at each other and then at me, probably wanting an explanation.
"Both of you sit. This is a long story. Not pretty either," I said, indicating to the chairs in the room. They both took a seat and I started to dictate my entire story from my parents' death all the way up till now.
"He made you lose your job and apartment too? So what you've been wandering around San Francisco for 6 months? Are you crazy?!" Chris started yelling, standing up in the process.
"Whoa, calm down little brother. Are you actually homeless? You have nowhere to stay? No friends?" Wyatt questioned, concern etched across his boyish features.
I nodded. "Making potions is easier in alleys than in a shelter. I refuse to touch anymore of my savings because I already used a large portion of it when I first came here. It was my only option in my mind. No one knew I was a witch and I intended to keep it that way, especially because I've hated this magical part of me ever since I was little," I said, looking back and forth between the two of them.
"Wait, really? Well actually that makes sense that you would hate magic, but come on. It's still a part of you, a good part I might add," Chris said, raising his eyebrows. I mirrored his look. "No, it isn't. All it's done has made my life hell. I'm homeless now because my parents were these powerful witches and therefore it makes me this valuable commodity and not an actual person. Wyatt, you out of all people should know how I'm feeling right about now," I said, immediately directing my attention to him and hopefully get some understanding from him. He nodded, "I do, trust me. But still, I love having my magic because it allows me to help people who are suffering, like you. Maybe that's why our paths crossed. Maybe we're supposed to help you appreciate magic again. Along with all of your other problems," he said.
"I totally agree. Now we can start by getting all your stuff from wherever it is. Come on, get up," Chris said, coming over and holding out his hand to me. I gave him a look as to say 'What are you talking about?' He mirrored my look, "Don't give me that. You're living with us now and that's final. We have a spare room that should really be used, so get up, no arguments," he said with an air of finality. I sighed and got up, looking over to Wyatt with a pleading look.
He threw his hands in the air in a defeated gesture, "Hey I'm with Chris on this one. You can stay with us; we would love to have you."
I sighed and took Chris's hand and told him where I kept the little I had left.
I was going to start living with the Halliwells... This is going to be interesting.
