Undercover Demon
"Hannah! Chelsea!" Paige shouted up the stairs to her daughters. It was always a battle to get them up in the morning on school days. She had always thought Henry Jr. would be worse but remarkably he was a morning person.
"Girls come on. Get up!" she called again as she set down a plate of pancakes.
In their room, Hannah and Chelsea groaned, sitting up at the same time. They didn't' have too much of a twin connection, at least they liked to act as if they didn't. They rushed to the bathroom, Chelsea beating her sister to it. With a huff, Hannah went back to the room and orbed her bed made and gathered the books she had left on her desk the night before. She was glad that they could use their magic more freely now. Since the demons had started to attack, her mother and aunts had been more insistent on them using their powers.
"Bathroom's yours," Chelsea told her sister as she walked back into the room in a towel.
"Thanks," Hannah murmured and rushed into the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later the twins appeared in the kitchen. Henry was pulling on his coat and grabbing his keys.
"Have a good day, girls," he said, pulling each of them into a hug.
"You too, Dad," Hannah said with a smile before she sat down across from her brother.
"Eat up before the food gets too cold to contemplate," Paige ordered, pushing plates their way.
The girls reached forward, piling several pancakes onto their plates and drenching them syrup. Henry Jr. just watched them, finishing up his plate.
"Hurry up. We're going to be late," he ordered his younger siblings. It was nice to be able to drive to school but not at the expense of being late.
Five minutes later the trio was rushing out the front door. Paige watched them go and sighed. She couldn't believe soon they'd all be driving. But it was more than that. Her children were now fighting the same fight she and her sisters had fought but they were doing it at a much younger age. Paige hadn't even known she'd had powers at their age. With a shake of her head she went about clearing the table, tossing the dishes into the dish washer and pressing the 'start' button.
"So, how crazy has it been with all these demons?" Chelsea commented as Henry Jr. pulled into a parking spot in the student lot.
"It's been real crazy Chels," her brother answered, grabbing his backpack from the back seat.
"Well we couldn't really expect to not ever have to fight demons," Hannah interjected as they walked up the front steps.
"Hey guys!" Melissa and Rachel called, running up after their cousins.
"Hey," the trio replied. There were definitely benefits to having a large family.
"How's Paisley doing?" Henry Jr. asked Rachel. They were all still a little shaken up by the whole bait and switch their little cousin.
"She seems to be doing ok. She's really happy that Mom didn't freak out about her premonitions," Rachel replied.
They walked down the long corridor of lockers, stopping off at each of the five. Just down the hall, a blond haired guy was being shoved up against a locker by none other than Chris.
"Don't ever go near her again," Chris shouted, letting of the kid who ran off.
"What was that about?" Melissa asked her cousin.
"Some jackass was hitting on Melinda," Chris answered.
"Chris, you know that was the student teacher in my history class," Melinda groaned.
"He was hitting on you! You're sixteen! The guy's a fucking pedophile!" Chris protested.
"Look, I appreciate you sticking up for me but I'm not a baby any more. I'm a big girl," Melinda explained to him.
"I know Mel. But still. It's personal," Chris muttered, wrapping an arm her shoulder.
"Dude, people are going to think you're together," Henry chuckled.
"Shut up," Chris joked, telekinetically shoving his cousin a couple inches.
"Exposure risk," Hannah fake coughed into her shoulder.
"No one saw," Chelsea assured her sister. Just then the warning bell rang out through the halls.
"Hey, you guys want to do lunch today?" Chris asked as they began to head their separate directions.
"Sounds good to me," Melinda answered. The other three nodded in agreement.
In the Underworld, a handsome demon was leaning against a wall, flexing his muscles. He was waiting impatiently for Meris. She had told him to meet her here and yet she had not shown up.
"She better not stand me up," he spat.
"Don't get your boxers in a knot," Meris called out, appearing from the shadows. He stood up immediately.
"How are you, my Queen?" he asked, taking a step to close the gap before, placing a swift kiss on her lips.
"I am fine," she purred back, wrapping her arms around him, their lips connecting once more. She did enjoy him; his touch, his taste.
"What do you want Meris?" Devon asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face.
"To turn one of the Halliwells evil," she answered, running a long finger over his sculpted chest.
"Which one?" he whispered.
"The twins…I don't care which one. Pick one," she breathed. She silently cursed herself for being so susceptible to him.
"Of course," he replied, bowing slightly before heading towards the opening in the cavern.
"Where do you think you're going so quickly?" she shot, motioning for him to return.
"My Queen, are you sure you wish to do this now? We could be interrupted and you know how much I hate being interrupted," Devon remarked, pouting slightly.
"Yes I want to now," she hissed, dragging him into the shadows, wrapping her body around him, pressing herself on him.
They continued their passionate episode for quite some time. They always lasted longer than either of the demons ever intended. It would have gone on longer had they not been interrupted by a demon about to be vanquished, groveling his apologies to Meris about failing her.
"You should go. You must prepare your cover," she whispered, sounding upset that he had to leave.
"I will not let you down," he promised, kissing her one last time before shimmering out. She let out a frustrated sigh before disappearing herself.
Devon rematerialized at the high school. He was dressed like a normal teenager. This would be a perfect cover. He would pick one of the girls. He waved his hand in the air and holographic images of the six Halliwell girls rotated in rapid succession. He settled on Hannah. This would be easy. He walked into the building and after an easy mind manipulation had a copy of Hannah's class schedule and proceeded down the hall to find her English class. He opened the door and simply walked. He shot the professor a look and sat down next to Hannah.
"Hello," he said softly, close to her ear.
"Hi," Hannah muttered irritably. This guy was interrupting their class.
"I'm Devon," he continued, ignoring the rest of the class.
"Look. I'm trying to pay attention so could you like stop talking?" she asked, glaring at him. He nodded, giving her a smile and a wink. She ignored Devon the rest of class. However she wasn't fast enough because he caught up with her as she was heading towards her locker.
"I didn't catch your name in class," he said, leaning against the locker on the opposite side of hers.
"That's because I didn't tell you my name," she retorted.
"Look…I'm new and I was just trying to get to know people," he said.
"I'm Hannah," she finally replied as she tossed her English book into the locker and grabbed her purse from the floor.
"So, where are you headed now?" he asked, beginning to follow her.
"To eat lunch," she replied.
"You can sit with us if you want," she added as they entered the lunch room. She spotted Chris flagging her down.
"Thanks," Devon replied and sat down at their table.
"Who's the new kid?" Chris asked, shooting Devon a curious look.
"This is Devon. He's new. I guess he's in my English class," she answered.
"Yeah…I just transferred from out of state," Devon lied. He looked around the table. The good magic was overwhelming and he had to suppress the urge to vomit.
"Well this is Henry, he's my older brother," Hannah began to introduce everyone.
"That's Chelsea….we're twins," she continued.
"No really. I thought we were just friends," Chelsea retorted, rolling her eyes at her sister.
"These are my cousins Chris, Melinda, Melissa and Rachel," she finished, ignoring her sister's remark.
"Nice to meet you all. You guys must have a big family," Devon said with a nod.
"You could say that," Chris muttered around a piece of pizza.
"Ok…Ew. We did not need to see partially chewed pepperoni," Melinda shot, faking a gag.
The group of eight ate lunch in relative silence. Once the bell rang again, Chris and Henry headed towards the gym. Melinda and Rachel headed for the library while Chelsea and Melissa went their own separate ways.
"So what class do you have next?" Hannah asked Devon.
"Science…Chemistry," he told her.
"Gotcha. I can show you where the room is," she offered and he nodded. With that they were on their way. Hannah didn't notice Devon's hand wrapping around her waist.