Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Charmed. I wish I did, and have wished on every candle on my Birthday's, every shooting star, and every wishbone. But I still don't own Charmed, sad, huh?.
The Characters and their descriptions are in my profile. All them aren't there yet, but I hope to have added later one the week. The main ones are added, at least the main for this Story.
Summary: Twenty years after the finale.The demons promised the Charmed Ones ,and they delivered.But now it's the next generations turn to fight what their parents had tried to protect them from.Will they struggle to be normal or will they accept it was all predestined?
Author's note: Hey, thanks for the reviews in the last Chapter. They were very much appreciated and I'm glad you people enjoy my story. I know adding the whole Emily/Kelsey/Caleb thing may have seemed pointless, but some of the information may come in handy later and be important. It may not be in this 'episode' but definitely in another one. Mwahaha. The smallest detail could prove to be important later.
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Chapter Three : Hush Little Baby.
Chris groaned as he heard the apartment door open, he really didn't want to wake up. He had fell asleep on the couch last night since he had waited up waiting for Wyatt to come home. Okay, for the first hour he had been slamming the doors, muttering under his breath, and glaring at everything that moved, but after that 'tantrum' was over, he had been worried.
Wyatt hadn't orbed home after him, and Chris couldn't sense him. Meaning that his brother didn't want to be found, at least not by him, he also never answered Chris' calls or telepathic messages. So he had done the only thing he could; he had sat on the couch in the living room and waited for his brother.
He wasn't sure at what time he had dozed off, but it was now day light and he could feel the warm sun rays dancing on his skin as he scrunched up his face and snuggled deeper into the couch. He didn't have classes today, and after the night he had had, he really didn't want to get up. Staying in the apartment all day was very appealing, but knowing his luck, something was going to disturb him.
Hearing the tell tale of someone pouring a bowl of cereal, he knew Wyatt was home. Cereal and toast was the only thing that Wyatt was allowed to get himself while he was in the kitchen, and even toast was testing his culinary skills. Rolling over so he was on his stomach, Chris frowned when he heard his brother plop into a chair and flick on the television.
Lifting his head up, he realised that it was indeed his brother as he pried his eyes open. He frowned, Wyatt wasn't that mean, even if he was pissed at Chris, he would never turn the TV on when he was sleeping. That was down right cruel, something his brother had ever been.
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, knowing that he would never get to sleep again now, he groaned. "Wyatt," he moaned, as he sat up. Causing his older brother to jump as he heard his brother, "was there any need in turning that blasted thing on?" He whined.
Wyatt took in his brother's expression, and noticed that all the anger that Chris had felt towards him last night had dissipated. At the moment he was just pissed and annoyed that his nap had been disturbed. Wyatt glanced at the clock, it was 10:00 a.m. and his brother was usually up long before now, even if he didn't have classed. "Didn't see you," he said quietly.
Chris nodded slowly, and stood up, "well I need a healthy dose of caffine," he mumbled as he headed to the kitchen, his brother following behind him with an empty bowl of cereal. Yawning he looked at his brother, "you want some?"
Wyatt nodded, "sure, I have my debate later on and it wont do me any good if my brain isn't functioning properly," he admitted as he hoisted himself up on the counter and watched his brother roll his eyes.
"Like it's ever worked properly," Chris muttered as he flicked the coffee pot on and hoisted himself up on the island counter across from his brother. after a few moments of awkward silence, Chris began drumming his fingers against the counter. How long did it take for coffee to perk? You would think with all the advances in technology they would make a faster coffee pot, but apparently the large portion of the country that depended on caffeine in the morning didn't matter. Sighing, he looked at his brother, "you okay?"
Wyatt shrugged and look at his younger brother. Ever since Chris was a baby and demons had attacked them, Wyatt had always protected him. Whenever Chris was in trouble, Wyatt had always orbed to his brother's side and protected him with his force field. But ever since Chris was six and had broken his arm while he had been riding his bike, Wyatt's protective nature had doubled.
He folded his arms across his chest and sighed, "I'll be fine, I'm just pissed that you kept this from me, Chris." Seeing Chris open his mouth, Wyatt raised his hand to stop his brother before he started. "I understand your reasoning, I really do, but you could have at least told me, Chris."
"I didn't-"
"Think," Wyatt finished as he glared at his brother. "Chris, I'm the big brother," he stated as hopped off the counter and poured two cups of coffee, "I protect you."
Chris frowned as he zoned out. It was as if he was in a premonition, but he didn't have those. And he didn't see anything. He could only hear what was going on around him and could feel the emotions. The love, helplessness, defeat.
"Why didn't you tell us?" His father asked him, and even though Chris couldn't see it, he knew his father was giving him the critical look he always did when he was worried and wanted answers. It was the same look Wyatt always had. But other than that, Chris could detect a hurt tone in his voice, but he didn't understand why.
"I didn't want you involved," he heard himself answer, and he realised the helplessness and defeat was coming from him, but now he could also feel his father's disappointment and self-resentment. He heard himself sigh, "I was trying to protect you."
He heard his father let out a breath of, was that relief? "Chris, we're your parents. We protect you, not the other way around. You have that all messed up."
"Chris?" Wyatt said as he held out a cup to Chris filled with coffee. Seeing his brother blink, the tell tale he was trying to clear his head, he frowned as Chris accepted cup of coffee. "You okay?" He asked, causing his brother to roll his eyes. But before he could question his brother more, the phone rang and Wyatt went to answer it. "Hello, how may I direct you bloody call," Wyatt said in greeting.
Chris frowned as he thought back to his, he didn't even know what to call it. It was like he remembered that happening before, but he didn't see it so he couldn't be sure. But he was pretty sure that it wasn't his memory, he sighed. What the hell was happening to him. Then he looked up when he heard Wyatt talking on the phone.
"Kelsey?" Wyatt said in confusion, now he totally had his brother's attention. "No, I haven't talk to Emily, why?" Wyatt asked, his expression darkening as he listened to Kelsey ramble on, but she was talking to fast. "Kelsey, slow down." Wyatt let out a deep breath as Kelsey paused in her talking, "now what about Emily?"
On the other end, Kelsey took a deep breath. "I went out last night and Emily stayed in to prepare for that debate you two have today, anyway. She's not here! I didn't seenher when I got home, but I got in kind of late, so I didn't think anything of it, I assumed she was asleep. But I haven't seen her at all today, and her bed is made up. And I talked to Caleb, and apparently he stopped by last night and no one has heard from her since and she didn't show up to her morning class. And I know that I might be overreacting," Kelsey rambled in one breath, slowly getting faster as she continued talking.
"What?" Wyatt asked, his voice raising a few octaves. "What do you mean no one has seen her, that isn't like Emily," he stated.
Kelsey let out a frustrated groan, causing Wyatt to move the phone away from his ear, he really wanted to keep his hearing intact. "I know that Wyatt Halliwell," she shouted. "That's why I called. Do you really think I would call if I thought she was at the spa having a facial!? I'm worried about her!"
Wyatt nodded, "I'll be there in a moment," he promised, "I'll go get Prue before I come over, she might be able to get a premonition so we know what happened to her." With that he hung up, and turned to look at Chris, who was frowning.
"What happened to, Em?" Chris asked slowly.
Wyatt sighed, "go get dressed," he ordered. "I'll explain on the way."
Callie sighed as she went through her locker, where the hell was her Biology book? She had had it yesterday, and she hadn't used it since, so it had to be in here. Her locker wasn't that big, and it only had two shelves. There was only so many places it could be.
Seeing it, she smiled. It was under her math book, that explained everything. She only looked at that book when she had math, because she absolutely loathed the subject. Anything that required reading or writing, she was always one of the top subjects, but the moment numbers were thrown in, she froze. She hated math. It was her sworn enemy; she was water and math was oil. They just didn't mix.
Taking her book she shoved it into her purple bookbag that had grey and black hearts all over it, and sighed. Slamming her locker shut, she jumped when she seen someone standing beside her. Rolling her eyes at her sister, she knew Ana was about to ask for something. So taking a deep breath, she gestured for her older sister to follow her as she walked.
Looking at the two seventeen year old girls, they were carbon copies each other. The only difference was their hair style and their clothing. Ana had her hair grown out to her shoulders, and today it was thrown up into a high pony tail, and she was wearing a pair of low-rise jeans, electric blue heels and a blue tank top that had beading on it. While Callie's hair was cut into a bob cut that rested at her chin and was straightened, along with her bangs. And her clothes couldn't be more opposite than her sister's. Callie was wearing a pair of blue jeans, black converse, and an old 'Alexisonfire' shirt.
Seeing her sister wasn't going to start, Callie groaned. "Ana if you don't have homework done, I'm not letting you copy mine. And if this is about money, I have none on me, only enough for a bottle of water, and you can't have it."
Ana rolled her eyes at her baby sister. "No," she said forcefully, "that is not what I want." Seeing her sister raise an eyebrow, she pouted. "It isn't," she insisted. Seeing her sister nod she continued. "So Callie," she said in a sad voice. "You love me, right?"
Callie froze mid step to see if her sister was joking, she only continued when her sister looked at her with an honest expression, and with the aid of tapping into her sister's empathy and their bond as twins, she could tell that she was being serious. "Of course I do," she said firmly. Sure they were polar opposites, but they were sisters. "You know that Ana," she added. "Who else watches old horror movies with me?"
Ana nodded and resisted the smile that threatened to form on her lips. "Well you know how I have a boyfriend," seeing her sister roll her eyes and mutter to herself, she decided to ignore her sister's jibe of, "when don't you have a boyfriend." And continued, "well he asked me to go out with him tomorrow night, you know, the night that normal people go out."
Callie glared at her sister, "if you want something, insulting me isn't the best way to go about getting me to agree," she stated. So what if she enjoyed reading, painting and photography. She wasn't an outgoing person like her sister.
"Okay," Ana said simply. "Well I kind of remembered that we had said we would hang out," seeing her sister nod, she smiled uneasily. "Well I told him that I would be canceling on you, so," she drawled slowly, stopping her baby sister and looking at her with a pleading look. "How much do you love me?"
"What?" Callie demanded, "why?"
Ana looked at her sister with her puppy dog yes shinning at her, "well I love you, you're my favorite sister. And not only because you're my only sister, but because you're my twin sister, we are meant to share everything together. And well I kind of panicked and it's kind of ... a ... double date," she rambled all in one breath.
Callie froze as soon as the words left her sister's mouth. Double date. She wouldn't want to know what her sister would do to her is she didn't love her, she sister had said she loved her, and yet she had basically auctioned her off. Who did that? Not to mention she did not date. She just didn't. "Double Date?" She squeaked, starring at her sister with wide eyes.
Ana nodded hugged her sister and rocked her back and forth, "remember to breath. In and out," she instructed, "in and out." She pulled back and looked at her sister, "please Callie!"
"No," Callie shook as she started to walk away. "Over my dead body," she hissed telepathically. "You can not just offer me up as a date, you didn't even ask," she pointed out. Looking at her sister from the corner of her eyes, she sighed and stopped walking. She took a deep breath, "traitor."
"But Callie-"
"No," she said firmly, still shaking her head. "I'm not going on a double date with you. You know I don't date, and you've only been dating this guy a couple days," she pointed out. "And you don't know him that well, he only moved here early last week." She looked at her sister, "how do you know he's not a demon?"
"Please, please, please," Ana pleaded over and over as they walked up the hallway to their Biology class. "Please, please, please Callie. If you love me - if you really love me ... please say you'll do this for me." Seeing her sister cracking she added, "and you don't do anything anyway," she pointed out, "and I wont ask this from you again."
That got Callie's attention, never again? Never again would her sister tease her about not dating, never again would ber sister auction her off - had thus ears decieved her? No, her mind screamed, don't do it. It's a d .. d .. date. "Aw, Ana," Callie groaned as they reached the classroom and headed to their seats, which to her disappointment, were beside each other. Sitting down she let her head hit the desk with a loud thud. "Ana, if you love me you wont do this to me!"
"But Callie, I never ask you for anything" hearing her sister snort she frowned, "okay, maybe I do, but nothing this important. I only ask for your help with homework," she insisted. "And all you have to do is show up with me, and we'll be in a group of four, so it wont be like a real date," she insisted. "All you have to do is show up and use your manners, which you would use if you were in a prison talking to an old registered sex offender!"
"Ugh."
"Please," she pleaded jumping in her seat, "please, please, please, pretty please?"
Callie shook her head, this was not something she ever imagined doing for her sister. Okay it was, but her sister had already signed her up. she groaned, damn her sister for putting her in this position. She really hoped she wouldn't regret this later, "fine," she mumbled, so low Callie herself almost didn't hear it.
Ana beamed, "is that a yes?"
Callie sighed, "I'll never forgive you," she stated as she turned her head on the side so she could look at her sister. "I mean it Ana, I will never forgive you." She groaned, and half contemplated to contact their brother and beg him to save her from their sister. "Ana," she whined, "I don't want to."
"But you will."
"I hate you," she muttered acidly.
"Yay!" Ana all but squealed, causing their teacher to shush them. "I love you Callie."
"That wasn't a yes."
Ana frowned, "I'll owe you." Callie nodded, "for a year?"
Callie shook her head, "for a decade."
Ana smiled and danced in her seat. While Callie groaned and put her head on her book and vaguely listened to the teacher's lecture on the different people who had tried to prove Bio-genesis. What had she gotten herself in to?
Prue frowned she and Chris walked around the room looking for any sign of what happened to Emily, but she couldn't see anything. Stopping she tapped her tow and frowned, "okay, she awas alone in her apartment, but she has powers," she stated. "If someone attacked her, she could defend herself," she sighed. "Then why wouldn't she?" She asked looking at Chris.
Chris crouched down and looked under the couch looking to see if anything was down there, not finding anything he got up and looked at his cousin. He raised an eyebrow, he could see her logic. "Maybe she did," she replied, seeing everyone else look at him he added, "what? I'm not saying Emily is weak, but you never know, she could have fought back but whoever it was, they were to strong for her."
Henry Jr nodded and moved around the room, "that's possible," he stated. "But for that to happen, we're dealing with one hel of a powerful demon," he paused, "assuming it was a demon. It could have been another witch for all we know."
Wyatt's eyebrows creased together in thought. He should have called her back after he left the bridge. He had checked his missed calls, and he had seen Emily's name, he frowned, many times, but he hadn't called her back. It had been late and he had decided that he would talk to her today, but now she was missing. It was all his fault. He should have called her once he found out that everything with Chris was fine, that was probably why she had called so much. She had been worried.
But before he could finish his train of thought, Wyatt was interrupted as one of Emily's novel flew off the end table and hit his chest. Frowning, he turned and glared at his baby brother who held his hand up in defense. "Stop it," Chis ordered. He had seen the look in his brother's eyes, and it was about time Wyatt stopped blaming himself for everything that happened to them and the world.
Wyatt frowned in confusion, "stop what?"
Chris rolled his eyes as his brother glared at him, and Chris walked over to the other end of the room to look for something. "Don't 'what' me," he warned. "I seen that look, and I know that look. That's your 'this is all my fault, what have I done to my poor friends' look," he stated simply. "Now is not time for the pity-party for one, and you were all depressing for a minute. The next time you want to be depressing, keep your thoughts to yourself."
"Gee, thanks," Wyatt muttered.
"If you two are done, can we get back to finding my friend?" Kelsey asked bitterly, her hands extended. She was ready to use her telepathy if she needed to, and so help her, she was about to snap.
Prue coughed as she came out from under the chair, "nothing under there," she stated. She coughed again, "only a lot of dust," she sniffled, "and that totally didn't help my allergies."
Henry Jr rolled his eyes as he seen something sticking out from under a book shelf. Walking over he crouched down and placed his hand underneath the shelf and felt around for the object. Finding it, he pulled it out, only to reveal an Athame. But it wasn't your standard Athame, this one, the blade was purple tinted and in fancy writing on the side 'Emily Simms' was in hot pink. He shook his head at his friend's need to have everything organized. "I found her Athame."
Prue walked over and frowned as Henry Jr held the Athame out to her. She remembered the day Emily got this, it had been her 16th Birthday and she and Chris had gotten for her as a joke. Accepting it, she inspected it, but it wasn't long before she was pulled into a premonition.
"Caleb?" Emily said carefully as she picked up the Athame slowly, whipping around, she flung the Athame and the demon easily shimmered out of its path and reappeared beside her and slapped her face, sending her to the ground.
Touching her split lip, Emily scrambled away from the demon and took a deep breath and squinted her eyes in concentration as she used her telepathy to tap into the demon's powers. Smiling at her success when a fire ball appeared, in her hand. She threw it at him, but it had no effect on him at all. Sure, it injured him a little, but it should have done more than that.
"You thought that would vanquish me, witch?" The demon laughed as he moved towards her, he clapped slowly. "But telepathy," he said simply, smirking at Emily as she slowly got to her feet, "I have to say, I'm a little impressed." He sighed, "it's to bad that I can't keep you around," he looked Emily up and down, "for a witch your actually half decent."
Emily's heart began to speed up and she frowned, as she backed up as the demon advanced on her. "What the hell do you want?" She snapped.
The demon smiled, "don't worry Emily," he said silkily, "it isn't you my master is after. But, it's safe to say he is interested in a certain friend of yours, and his family," he stated lightly, his smirk widening as Emily's eyes did the same thing. "And we wouldn't want you in our way, so we need you to go away for a while." Waving his hand, he summoned a dark lighter, and Emily rolled her eyes.
"Not part white lighter," she stated simply.
The demon nodded, "that's true, but I have heard from others that aren't even one tenth white lighter that the arrow itself can be quite painful," he stated as he snapped his fingers.
Unprepared for the offending object, Emily couldn't do anything to prevent the poison dipped arrow from going into her stomach. Sure, the poison had no effect, thank God, but the demon had been right. It hurt like a bitch, was all she could think as the sharp shooting pain shot up her stomach as she fell to the floor. Bringing her hand up, she tried to stop the bleeding, thankfully it was bleeding much. But she knew from her talks with Leo that it was only because the arrow was basically plugging the hole, and the moment it was pulled out, if she wasn't healed, she would surely bleed to death. "Wyatt," she choked.
The demon walked up to her and crouched down beside her, pushing a strand of blond hair out of her face. He smiled slightly, "so beautiful," he purred, "there is nothing more beautiful to me than a woman in pain," he stated. He placed a hand on her arm, "nothing personal," was the last thing he said before the darkness surrounded Emily, and he shimmered away with her.
Prue gasped as she came out of the premonition, without even letting anyone ask a question she held out her hand, "manor now!" She demanded, a demon had Emily, and she knew what he looked like. And she was going to kill the on of a bitch when she found him, and even worst, Emily was dying. She was bleeding to death, slowly, but that didn't change the facts. If they didn't find her, Emily would die.
Emily groaned as her head moved back and forth, damn I really need to find new friends, she thought bitterly. Her stomach was killing her, and not to mention her head. She went to reach for it, but her hand wouldn't move. Well it would, but it could only go so far without her feeling a tug at her wrists.
Blinking in confusion, she adjusted her head so she could get a look and upon seeing it, she cursed. No wonder her wrists wouldn't move, she was shackled to a slab of stone for heaven's sakes.
Taking a deep breath she opened her mind and tried to contact someone, "Wyatt? Chris? Henry?" She frowned, "Callie? Melinda?" Not getting an answer she rolled her eyes, leave it to her to get into a situation like this. She knew this could happen to anyone, but it usually happened to her.
Glancing down she noticed that the arrow was out of her stomach, but it was bandaged up, poorly, but it was bandaged. She frowned and leaned her head back, okay good news; it wasn't bleeding freely. Bad news; she would have died a hell of a lot slower if the arrow hadn't been pulled out. The poison didn't affect her, her only worry was the actual arrow.
Suddenly a door opened and the demon that had ambushed her in her apartment walked towards her, smiling at Emily with a slimy smile. "I was hoping you would wake up soon," he stated, standing a few feet away from Emily.
"Well you're in luck," Emily spat, struggling against her shackles. "Now why don't you come closer so I can bite your throat out," she hissed. She was not in the mood, she had to get out of here - now.
The demon smiled, "that will be kind of hard for you to do," he stated as he walked closer to Emily, so close that he was right beside her head. Giving Emily a clear look at his face. "With you tied up and all."
Emily's eyes flashed dangerously, "then takes these damn things off," she hissed, rattling the shackles. "And then we can step outside and see who's beating who." She knew she was walking on dangerous territory, but this demon was easy to read. Just by looking at him she could read him like a book, and even better, he was a picture book. He wasn't in charge, he had the guts but that was it. He was a lackey, and all she needed was to get him to spill.
"What? You afraid of me?" She challenged, holding back her satisfied grin as he straightened his back and glared at her. If he was in charge, he would have been attacking her right now, not that that was a good thing, but it meant she had been right. The big dumb jock in front of her was nothing more than a lackey. She frowned in thought, then who was after her friends? Whoever had her taken, only did it because he had something against the Halliwells, like every other demon, but who was it?
"Not of you, Witch." The demon stated as he looked over Emily's body again. His eyes lingering in the usualy places, talk about a lack of imagination. No wonder he wasn't in charge. He continued, "but we'll have to wait to have our fun," he stated, causing Emily to swallow to keep herself from gagging. "For now, my master wants you for himself."
Emily's interest perked, "your master?" She taunted, noticing how the demon stiffened. Aw, he doesn't like being the lackey then, she realised. But if that was so, then why was he taking orders. Her eyes went wide, that didn't mean that this new bad guy was a big bad, did it? Surely they would have noticed if someone powerful was in control of the Underworld, right?
"Enough, Candon," voice ordered from the doorway. Emily frowned, she hadn't even heard this one come in. Turning her head she tried to get a look at who it was, especially when she seen the demon, who was apparently known as 'Candon' went down on one knee. Great, she thought sadly, there is a new big bad. Could this day get any worst?
"My Liege," Candon stated, causing Emily's breath to hitch in her throat, my liege? There was a new Source, but how was that? Okay, sure she had been told that for the balance to keep there would always be a new Source, but still, why hadn't the Elders warned them. Her eyes narrowed, what the hell did they do all day?
The Source walked into the light, but no one could see his identity. He was wearing a large black cloak and had his face covered, apparently he wasn't stupid. He didn't want people to know who he was, at least, not yet. "Leave us," he ordered. Seeing Candon hesitate his voice deepened and sounded unearthly, "go make sure that the plan is ready to be put in effect." Seeing Candon nod curtly he added, "and remember Candon, I am not a patient man. If this fails," he paused for a few seconds for effect, "it's your head."
Without another word, Candon shimmered out, but not before giving Emily a dirty look. Emily frowned, how rude! Apparently she had struck a nerve, but he didn't even say good bye. She sighed, if she got out of this, she would never tease Caleb about his manners again.
The Source looked in Emily's direction for a moment before walking past her gracefully and stopping at a table where he began flipping through a book. He was quiet for a few minutes, and Emily really didn't feel the need to piss him off, that wouldn't exactly help her situation. "I'm truly sorry about this," he spoke finally.
Emily frowned, a Source with manners? Wow, no wonder she was cold. She had thought it was from the blood loss, but apparently it was because hell had frozen over and was slick with ice. And there was no doubt in her mind that if there was actually a sky that pigs would be flying right now.
"But I had no choice," he continued, not even caring if Emily was listening to him. "You're a physic and have the ability to see into the future, but the better you ow someone, the more likely you are to seeing their future. And I couldn't risk you warning the Halliwell's."
Emily frowned, "what do you have against the Halliwells?" She demanded, she had noticied how his tone had changed when he had said their name. And from the hate in his voice, she knew it had more to do with the fact of who they were. It was personal.
The Source turned around and Emily could see his eyes shine as flames as he glared at her, "that is none of your business," he roared. With that he stalked towards her, "now I have to go. Demons to order around, deaths to plan." He looked down towards her and Emily could have sworn she say cold blue eyes, "but if you're still alive after my plan is over, I'll let you go." He stated, "I have no business with you." With that he flamed out.
Once he was gone Emily leaned back and closed her eyes and shook her head. "Good job Emily," she said to herself, "you just pissed off the new Source of all Evil," she muttered. "Why don't you just ask him to kill you while you're at it?"
Prue stood beside Chris as he flipped through the Book of Shadows. They were hoping to have the demon found before Piper or Leo got home, but at the rate they were going that was highly unlikely. But Prue and Chris had already said that they weren't telling them this time, they had gotten in enough trouble last night. Prue sighed as Chris flipped over the page, looking at the picture she shook her head. "That's not him," she stated.
Wyatt looked up from where he was chopping up toad flaxen for a potion that he and Henry Jr were making, while Caleb was down in the Underworld looking around. "Well what did he look like then?" He looked at the herbs beside him and looked to Kelsey, "can you go to the kitchen and get me some mandrake root?"
Kelsey rolled her eyes anf d got up from her spot on the couch beside Henry Jr and glared at Wyatt as she left the attic, "fine." She stated simply, "but if you didn't want me in the room you only had to ask," she muttered as she went through the doorway. "I'll stay downstairs and keep an eye out for your parents."
Prue frowned, "I don't know, he looked pretty average to me. He was tall, and overly muscular," she admitted as she tilted her head to the side in thought. "And he was upper level I think," seeing Chris' look she added, "Emily used her telepathy to tap into his power, which was fire balls by the way, but it had no effect on his at all." She looked at the page and shook her head and pointed at it, "and he was uglier than him."
Chris turned to look at his cousin and frowned, "uglier?" He asked and shook his head, "define uglier Prue," he stated his irritation getting to him. Prue had told them that whoever had taken Emily only took her to get her out of the way, they were really after them. And Emily had been shot with an arrow and that had them more on edge that usual. And he really didn't care if he was taking it out on the wrong person.
Prue let out a frustrated breath and looked as Chris moved the pages with his telekinesis, "I don't know how, but he had a scar on his eyes." She frowned and clapped her hands, "much like Scar's!" She shouted as she recognized why the scar looked familiar.
Henry Jr looked up at his cousin and frowned, "Scar's scar?" He asked, not understanding what Prue was getting at, but his cousin had such a short attention span that she could be referring to anything.
Prue glanced up from the book and glared at her older cousin, "yes Scar's scar," she stated, seeing he still didn't get it she rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're so messed up," she muttered, "have you ever seen the Lion King?" She asked looking at him again, but something caught her eyes. "Wait!" She shouted and Chris stopped flipping the pages and Prue flipped back to the previous one, looking at she nodded, "that's him."
Wyatt looked up, "what does it say?" He asked as he leaned back and threw some poppy seed into the potion, smiling as Henry Jr jumped slightly. He smirked at his younger cousin, "jumpy?"
Henry Jr glared at his oldest cousin and went to respond when Chris cleared his throat before he could say anything. Knowing that they weren't going to get into it, Chris began speaking. "Erm, Candon he's an upper level demon and has the ability to reform," he looked at Prue, "that would explain why the fire ball didn't have any effect on him."
Prue nodded and picked up where Chris ended, "much like the Phoenix," she looked at her cousins, "what's a Phoenix?" Seeing them all shrug she pushed that to the back of her mind, she could look into another day. "Any way it says here that his family are basically a body guard service and a bounty hunter in one and they ..." she trailed off and then froze.
Henry Jr frowned, "what?" he asked, not liking how his younger cousin had just stopped in mid sentence, that wasn't a good thing. That was a really not good thing, that was a really bad, bad thing.
Chris looked to see what stopped Prue and Chris nodded, "they usually work for the Source."
Wyatt let out a whistle, "the Source?" He repeated, he groaned. That was not a good thing, as if he didn't have a hard enough time studying for Med. School with charges, but if there was a new Source, he somehow didn't see him being able to study as much. And even worst, the Source had Emily.
Prue and Chris walked over towards Wyatt and nodded with what he said and Prue frowned and stood in front of them as they stood up. "Potion done?" She asked.
"Yeah, just about," Henry Jr stated as he seen a five demons shimmer in, "demons!" He yelled as he pushed Prue out of the way as a energy ball flew their way. Having Prue pinned under him, he rolled off of her and then waved his right hand sending a demon backwards as he went to attack Chris.
Seeing the demons, Chris held out his hands and his eyes glazed over white as he sent bolts of electricity at a demon, effectively sending him up into flames. Seeing Wyatt send a blast of energy at another demon he frowned, "why do I have the feeling that this is the Source's way of saying hello?"
Prue rolled her eyes as she held out her hand and absorbed an energy ball the flew her way, but before she could send it back at him, a demon waved his hand towards Prue and sent what looked like a ripple in a pond of energy at her and sent her into a cabinet, where she landed on her back and groaned. "That hurt," she muttered.
Feeling his anger build up at the demon that attacked his cousin, Henry Jr gripped his hand into a fist and twisted, causing the demon's heart to stop and Henry watched him with hateful eyes as he gripped his chest. Feeling like it was taking to long, he used his other hand and did the same movement, only this time he used it on his neck. And he didn't let go until he heard the demon's neck crack and he went up in flames.
Chris took a deep breath and looked around, he could have sworn there had been five, and unless his brother or one of his cousins vanquished him, he was still around here.
Wyatt caught onto Chris' line of thought, and frowned. "Was that all of them?" He asked, as he seen Henry walk towards Prue who was out of view considering the couch was blocking their view of her.
Then the last remaining demon shimmered behind Wyatt and held up his hands and aimed them at Wyatt, "WY!" Chris shouted, but as Wyatt turned around, the demon shot the same rippled effect out of his palms. "LOOK OUT!" He shouted as gestured wildly with his telekinesis and sent his brother out of the demon's path, and sent him flying into the wall like a rag doll.
However this movement put Chris into the line of fire instead. Before he even noticed, the ripple effect sent him flying in the same direction as Prue, and no one could do anything as Chris flew over the couch and they all cringed as they heard him land with a thud on the hardwood floor.
Seeing Chris go flying, Wyatt's head started working again, "Chris!" He shouted as he sent an energy ball at the demon's back and watched as he went up in flames. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Wyatt got to his feet as he heard two sets of heels run up the stairs.
"What the hell happened?" Piper demanded as she entered the attic, seeing her eldest and her nephew get to their feet. She looked to Kelsey who was right beside her, who shrugged. "Is everyone okay" She demanded.
Henry Jr turned around and looked towards the couch, "Prue," he called as Wyatt yelled out, "Chris."
Meeting up with his mother, Wyatt made his way around the couch, but stopped when he didn't see his twenty two year old brother or twenty year old cousin. Instead in their places was a little boy looking to be five years old with familiar green eyes and shaggy brown hair, and beside him holding his hand was a little girl who appeared to be about two, with pink bows in her dark brown hair, looking at them with wide, curious brown eyes.
"Prue? Chris?" Henry Jr squeaked, taking in the appearance of his cousins. Looking at them closely, he knew it was them, they looked like they had when they had been that age.
"Uh-oh," Wyatt stated simply, starring at the younger version of his baby brother with wide eyes. He frowned, "this could be a problem."
Piper walked over to the baby version of her youngest son and sent her oldest a icy look, "you think?" She raged acidly, walking to her youngest son as he walked towards her, holding out his bleeding finger.
"Mommy!"
Kelsey nodded, "yeah, this could be a problem."
In The Underworld.
The Source smiled wickedly, "show them how young they really are," he quoted to himself as he smiled. Looking at his crystal ball he took in the appearance of the younger versions of the two Halliwells, he had been hoping for the Twice Blessed, but his baby brother was just as good.
"Now they'll be to busy protecting them and be distracted," he said to himself, "and with that distraction, I can finally have my revenge."
To Be Continued... Remember to Review. And tell me, who do you think the new Source is? I havent given a description or a name, but Im curious to know if I had given enough clues, or any at all. My cousin read it and figured it out, but that was probably because we think along the same lines. So review and guess. Thanks!
