Beta: I can not even begin to thank my lovely, wonderful beta Nathy Faithy without whom I promise there would not be new chapters. My dear friend thank you so much for not only being a wonderful, helpful beta reader, but most of all for letting me bounce ideas off you and brainstorming with me. Your advice and insights mean so much! By the way my friend sometimes you're so bloody brilliant its frightening and the influence you've had on this story is beyond compare thank you for inspiring, pushing and prompting me!
Special Thanks: To all those who take the time to read and review. Nathy Faithy, Steph, I try my best to personally reply to all reviews, but I was unable to email you back through the site, my apologies, thank you so much for reading and reviewing!
A/N : Sorry it's so long between updates. I'm not abandoning this story at all. I just have 3 kids that have been into everything and exhausting the living daylights out of me, especially when you add in nursing one, pumping and donating breastmilk, homes schooling and everything else that goes into being a mom, house hunting and more. Please forgive the erratic updates and thank you all so very much for reading and reviewing!
A/N 2: I am going off cannon with the Charmed series a little here, so please go with me on this journey. Chris has been born and he's around 6 months or so and Wyatt is around 4 yrs old. Leo is still an Elder and never went crazy, instead while Future Chris was with the sisters he told them of a way to tell a fallen Whitelighter from a Whitelighter/Elder on the right path. That information helped the sisters and Leo recognize that there was an entire contingent of fallen among the Elders and Whitelighters which lead to their recycling and the saving of Wyatt and Chris. Also just a heads up something very pivotal happened on the day Chris was born and it had nothing to do with the Charmed world, cause the whole perfectly messed up world thing never happened. If I need to add more later I will. Please feel free to ask. I am also messing with the ages of Buffy and Faith, as Faith always seemed like she was trying to act far beyond her years.
A/N 3: I've been reading a bunch of Charmed fanfiction to recapture the sisters voices as it's been a while since I focused on them so special thanks to all the wonderful writers of stories. There are too many to name, but those of you whom I've sent reviews especially thank you for the inspiration! Special thanks to Silverkitten919 for the inspiration behind the boys and the idea of the Twice Blessed prophecy.
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The spell to break the Council's bond with the slayers and restore their fertility had taken a lot out of Drusilla. Although she'd practiced magic of one kind or another since being turned, nothing she'd done prepared her for the deep earth magic they'd performed earlier. The power behind the spells pulled from the deepest, oldest well spring of magic it tasted almost like the power of the stone circle her grandmamma had taken her to once … old and rich, deep and comforting. It was blood magic, love magic, pure and true, so powerful it made dark magic quake.
I wonder if the others feel it too? It's never been completely silent before. Drusilla mused as she collapsed with the grace of a ballerina into an almost boneless heap on her bed. For the first time in more than a century the demon sharing her body was completely silent. The magic had her demon cowering in fear, leaving her soul free to rest at least for a while.
A & B
There were hushed voices arguing in the darkness. "I don't give a fuck what Quentin says I will NOT kill a baby!"
"That baby will help destroy the Council."
"I don't give a FUCK I'll find someone else to take her, but I will not kill her or let you kill her have I made myself clear! It's bad enough we stole the child from her mother." The woman hissed.
In the dim light there was a woman lying in a dingy hospital bed with auburn hair hooked up to IVs. Her stomach was distended like she'd just given birth, though the woman barely looked a day over 16 and she was unconscious. Another woman in scrubs bustled into view along with two other men.
"I've already switched the baby for a stillborn and altered the records so it's too late for Quentin to do anything now. Is the plastic surgeon standing by?" The woman asked in a clipped fashion.
"He's ready to go." One of the men confirmed.
"He knows to make the reduction scar look like something caused by the car accident? What about the memory spell?" she demanded.
"Everything is set; stop fussing Price we know what we're doing. Blast it woman we've been over this for months now. We kept her in a bleeding coma for 4 months now and took the baby, instead of killing it." The second man hissed.
"Quentin wants her unharmed and working for him before the year is out. She'll be on a plane to England by the end of the week. Her surgery is scheduled to begin in 45 minutes. We need to get out of here." The first man commanded, taking the woman in scrubs by the arm and leading her out of the room.
A & B
Two women woke up from a shared dream.
Marian's brown eyes flashed with anger and her words were laced with venom "That fucking bastard stole my baby!" If it hadn't been for the fact that she was already on a plane to LA and Ripper she would have walked into the Council and sliced off the impotent dicks of Quentin Travers and her uncles Roger Wyndam-Price and Percival Giles. To think she'd ever thought of Catherine Wyndam-Price as a surrogate mother after she'd lost her own. I'll help bring the Council to its knees and then I'll see if Angelus and Spike are thirsty. They can drink the bastards' blood from the Council's silver tea set; I'll happily serve them up. Catherine better be glad she's dead cause if I got my hands on her I'd make the work of the Scourge of Europe look like child's play. Teach you to steal my baby and fuck with my mind. Marian worked herself up into such a state that by the time she landed in LA the driver she'd hired to take her to Angel Investigations trembled in fear and forgot to charge her for the fare.
Meanwhile Drusilla who'd experienced the same vision hadn't quite put all the pieces together, but she knew that a woman with red hair was arriving soon and that Giles needed to be the one to greet her. With that thought in mind Drusilla managed to get Giles into the lobby just before Marian burst through the doors, drawing Wesley out of the office with her livid entrance.
"Did you know what you're asshole parents did to me?" Marian demanded the minute her eyes landed on Wesley.
Alarmed at the reaction of the woman he considered his little sister, Giles rushed to her side. "Marian, what's the matter? What are you talking about?"
"Ripper, I know you didn't know what they did, but the question is did he know." She said her eyes piercing into Wesley, ready to slice and dice him with just her steely glare.
Drusilla recognized the woman from the hospital bed in her vision. Although many people believed that she was often lost in her head the truth was she noticed many things others missed and within a few minutes of being in the same room with the woman from the vision she recognized the familial scent in her blood. The connection caused her eyes to shoot open in shock.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Marian. What did my parents do to you? What are you talking about?" Wesley stumbled out, clearly confused.
Giles guided his sister to one of the couches. "Who did what to you, Marian?" Ripper growled.
His sister's words shocked him to the core and brought all of Ripper's protective instincts to the surface and acted like a siren's call drawing Willow to his side.
"They stole my baby girl!" Marian hissed out, causing Wesley to gasp in shock. "Both you're fucking fathers and you're bitch of a mother stole my daughter from me 17 years ago! If dick-less Quentin had had his way they would have killed her." Finally the emotional overload of the day caught up with her and she started to cry.
Willow who'd heard Marian's outburst engulfed the older woman in her arms and shushed her. With steely control and unquestionable authority and conviction she promised "We'll find your daughter!" Marian's arms wrapped around the younger witch and her whole body trembled, tears rolled down her cheeks as she grieved for the daughter she never knew she had. Willow called to her lover "Ru get my bag from our room please and set things up for a location spell"
Dru interrupted Willow before she could finish "Ahh … that isn't necessary."
"Of course it is! We have to help her find her daughter." Willow countered.
"She's already here."
"What do you mean she's already here?" Willow questioned.
"How do you know?" Giles asked.
"Where is she?" Marian gasped.
"I'm a vampire." Drusilla replied as if that explained everything.
"What the devil does that have to do with anything?" Giles hissed, while Willow's brain sped through all the possible reasons being a vampire would matter.
Drusilla shifted on her feet and looked to Willow for help. Finally it dawned on Willow how Dru could know that Marian's long lost daughter was already here. "You can smell the blood connection?" Willow asked.
Drusilla smiled and nodded grateful that the red witch understood.
