A Charming Connection
Chapter two: The Connection's began
Disclaimer: Charmed and it's characters are no way affiliated with me or anyone in my family. Nothing remotely familiar belongs to me. However, the story and the characters made up for the content of this story do. This is copywritten and stealing would illegal.
(c)2002
Harry Potter Addict
Email:
valley_chic2005@yahoo.com
Author's note to the reader: Chapter one was a bit slow. A reader needed to know about the characters before the real story could start. Now the good stuff will start. I won't say anymore. Enjoy and please R/R!
"MOM! I need to tell you something really important!" cried Melinda's voice from the top of P3's stairs.
PIper came out from the backroom and gave Melinda a look. She and Leo had been in the middle of some important business. Melinda rushed down and dropped her backpack on the bottom of the stairs.
"What is it Melinda?" asked Piper with a mild interest in her tone of voice.
"Mom, I thought I saw Aunt Prue. It was only Angela, the girl I had to show around. She looked dead on the pictures. I was pretty weirded out, you know."
Piper sat down for a minute and thought about her daughter's comments. Melinda could see the pensive look in her eyes and sat next to her mom, pouring herself a coke.
"Melinda, did you tell Angela that she looked like Aunt Prue?"
Melinda sipped her coke and pulled out her history book.
"Yea, I did. She kinda looked at me like I had gone nuts."
"She is entitled to that right. So what is Angela like?"
"Well.. She is really pretty, but doesn't say too much. I guess going to all those different foster homes did it to her. When Angela did say something, it was really smart. She reminds me of Jessalynn Marks. You know, that gifted girl in my Spanish class." said Melinda. She paused between each thought.
Piper sipped a mineral water and looked the the P3 sign. She didn't even realise how long Prue had been gone until Melinda mentioned Angela. It would 16 years soon. Thinking of her older sister brought tears to Piper's eyes even now. Even with the source gone, he killed Prue and nothing will ever change that. Melinda began gabbing about the latest gossip at West High, but Piper still could get Prue and Angela out of her head. Something was up and the power of three would have to crack it.
~*~The Jolson House, that afternoon~*~
Angela walked into the house to be greeted by the Jolson's dog, Amber. Mrs. Jolson ruffled into the living room with a plate of cookies.
"How was school Angela?"
Angela began to head of the spiral staircase almosting ignoring Mrs. Jolson's comment.
"It was fine." She mumbled.
What Angela would write in her diary would a completely different story.
Dear Diary.
It's Me, Angela back with another shitty foster home. These people are trying, but still it is shit. Only 3 more years in the system and I am on my own. School was the worst experience ever. I am currently going West High School and the people are terrible. All they care about is their posessions and that's it. I did meet a halfway-decent girl named Melinda. She called me her Aunt Prue which creeped me out a little bit. The name I almost knew, like I had heard it before. I can't explain it, like I can't explain the dreams. Nobody understand the shit I go through being tossed around. The people at West are rich snobs and if they would be left on the streets for an hour, They'd be dead. The Jolsons want me to play volleyball. What they don't know is that I am pretty good. They don't need to know that stuff though. I hate my life so much since the accident. I miss my parents so much! I do not understand why I didn't die with them. I should of. Then I wouldn't be going though this shit. Oh well.
-Angela
Angela shut her diary and hid it in her old, tattered, and patched backpack in the closet. At that moment, Mr. Jolson called Angela for Dinner. Angela put on her dinner dress quickly and ran downstairs. The Jolsons were having their nice company over that night. They gave her a strapless, sky blue dress to wear for the dinner. Angela rolled curlers into her hair and sat the vanity. Her blue eyes had always had a glint of sadness to them since the car accident. No one really understood it. The pain that she relived every night in her dreams. Slowly, Angela unrolled the curls and long, bouncy curls came out of it. Angela arose from the metal chair and made her way down the stairs. The Jolsons were already seated with another couple and a girl who looked about her own age. She looked rather sweet with short, blond hair about to her chin. Her blue eyes were hiden behind a pair of glasses that looked like they were made of rinestones. Angela went to the end of the table and sat down. She put the cloth napkin on her lap politely. Mrs. Jolson nodded with a warming to it.
"Laura and Steve, this is Angela Hawthorne. Angela, these are Mr. and Mrs. Coper and their lovely daughter, Charity."
The girl smiled and nodded to Angela. It wasn't a very warm smile. It was like one being on for show infront the adults.
"So, Angela. How is West going? I played football there for 4 years." asked Mr. Coper who was helping himself to gravy.
Angela looked the green carpeting and didn't answer. She continued to eat her chicken.
"Angela. do you like the people at West? They have always been wonderful."
Yea, if you liked snobby, little brats. Some people are so stupid. Angela thought to herself. She did not answer once again.
Dinner went on like that for another 2 hours. Angela didn't want to be there with these people and would rather be in her bed sleeping. Charity kept eyeing her like she had been on display at a zoo. Finally, Angela spoke up in her soft voice.
"Could I be excused please?"
"Of course, Angela. Charity, why don't you go with her and get to know her a bit."
Charity jumped up quickly, almost knocking her plate off the table. "Yes, Mrs. Jolson. Come on, Angela!
" HOW COULD THEY HAVE PRISSY BITCH COME WITH ME!?! NOOOOO! These thoughts screamed in Angela's head as they made their way up to Angela's room. Angela sat against the wall and looked at Charity sharply.
"Angela, it must so suck to not have parents! Mom and Dad shower me with gifts everyday."
"Yes, it is better not to have parents then for parents to have a spoiled brat like you."
Angela gave a sweet smile and threw a picture at Charity. Charity looked absolutely shocked.
"How dare you! I have never been so insulted in my life! I am telling mom!"
Angela was about to punch her when she went into a trance and stopped for a moment. Sharp images filled her head like her dreams. This time, it was stronger then ever.
*Candles flickered in a hot attic. A person could see the stain-glassed colors from the windows. The air was very dry and rotting wood could be smelt. A short woman stood by a cauldron full of a smoking substance and began chanting words that couldn't be made out. A figure arose from the cauldron and threw a knife at the woman and she fell the floor.*
Angela screamed and something threw Charity into a wall. Angela opened her eyes and saw Charity there, unconsciencous. Running to Charity, Angela cried from the upstairs,
"HELP! SHE IS KNOCKED OUT!"
The adults came up and began to cry over their daughter. Mrs. Jolson called the ambulance. Angela stood there in shock unable to understand what had just happened.
~*~Halliwell Manor, that same evening~*~
Piper layed on her bed filing stock for the big battle of the bands at P3. She stayed there with her glassses on, reading about the inventory needed. At that moment of thought, Phoebe came and jumped on the bed.
"Pheebs! I am trying to work here!"
Phoebe smiled and hugged Piper tightly.
"You work too hard sis. We should be more like Paige. A free spirit."
Piper sighed and took off her glasses, glaring at Phoebe.
"Being free and fun doesn't pay the bills Pheebs. Someone has got to be practical here."
"Yea, being practical sucks ass. Where is Paige anyway?"
"She said she would be home by dinner-" began Piper but was cut off by sharp images in her head.
*Candles flickered in a hot attic. A person could see the stain-glassed colors from the windows. The air was very dry and rotting wood could be smelt. A short woman stood by a cauldron full of a smoking substance and began chanting words that couldn't be made out. A figure arose from the cauldron and threw a knife at the woman and she fell the floor.* Piper began to cough and found herself on the floor of the bedroom. Phoebe stood over her asking if she was alright. Piper nodded slightly and fainted.
~*~ San Fransisco Memorial Hospital, that same day~*~
Angela sat in the waiting room and read a tattered copy of one of the old magazines. The thoughts in her head didn't make any sense. She couldn't understand how Charity had been thrown against the wall. Mrs. Jolson sat with Charity's parents, who were sobbing to the fact that Charity had a broken arm and leg. They tried to confort her. Angela couldn't take it anymore. She got up and grabbed Mrs. Jolson's purse. Inside was almost $300 in cash.
"She won't miss this cash." Angela mumbled as she took all the money of her purse.
Angela made her way to the door and saw Melinda there, crying. She stopped and looked Melinda's red eyes.
"Are you alright Melinda?" she asked being caution to appoarch her.
Melinda spun around saw Angela standing. She gave Angela a sad smile and began to hug her.
"My mom collasped and my dad took her to the hospital. They don't know what caused it." sobbed Melinda.
Angela hugged her tightly and took her in the hospital park. She sat by Melinda and started to spill what had happened to her.
"-So, the next I know, Charity is knocked out on the floor."
Melinda looked at her with wide eyes. What she said next Angela didn't expect.
"You should talk to my aunt Phoebe. She knows all about preminitions."
"Preminitions? You meaning seeing the future?" asked Angela, who was beginning to freak out.
"Not only seeing the future. You can also see the past. Like a past life or maybe even a past event." Angela stood up quickly and began to walk away. Melinda ran after her and put her hand on her shoulder. Melinda froze everything around Angela including Angela's body.
"Listen to me! You need to talk to my mom and aunts. Otherwise, I'll keep you frozen. Angela, come on!"
"What did you do to me? Why can't I move?"
Melinda smiled a bit modestly.
"I froze your body. Sorry, you wouldn't listen when you weren't frozen."
Melinda waved her hands and the next thing Angela knew, she had fallen on the ground.
"What excatly are you?"
Pausing, Melinda seemed to try to find the right words.
"I am a half witch/half whitelighter. More witch then anything."
"A WITCH?!?"
Angela ran off into the nearest park on Broadway. She couldn't believe the words that Melinda had said. Witch, Whitelighter, premintion, freezing. Nothing seemed to be right. Angela began to cross the street when she began to have more images. This time, they were clearer.
*A young woman with raven hair like herself cried on a rock near a beach. The air smelled of salt and sand. Her hair was covered by a blue knit hat and she wore a blue sweater. The scene changed to the woman with long brown hair talking to something in a cauldron. The face can't be seen.*
Angela collasped in the middle of the street. Melinda rushed over and froze the traffic.
"ANGELA! NO!" screamed Melinda running to Angela. She carried Angela out of the street and unfroze the street. The man in the truck came rushing and called 911.
~*~ Halliwell Manor, two days later~*~
Piper sat up in bed and continued to do the inventory for the bands at P3. The doctor assigned her to complete bedrest for a week and still could explain the collasping. Piper had what she thought was a preminiton. She refused to tell Paige, Phoebe, and Leo because she didn't want to worry them at all. The preminiton had been of herself summoning something and being stabbed. She would tell them when she was off bedrest. At that moment, Paige came in with some chicken soup.
"Here Piper, the doctor said plenty of fliuds."
Piper took the soup and sighed.
"I bet that doctor didn't have the Battle of the Bands coming to his club. Paige, I will never be done in time in order to make this thing happen!"
Paige sat on Piper's bed and scanned the P3 files. She sighed deeply.
"Is Melinda's friend alright? Angela is it?"
"She is still in the hospital. Angela had to have surgery. Melinda told me she suspected that Angela may be a witch. Melinda froze her and it freaked this girl out a bit."
Paige nodded and began to leave the bedroom.
"I remember how much I freaked when I found out I was a witch.
Paige made her way out of the room shutting the door. Piper sat there for a moment. The preminitions kept bothering her. There was only one thing to do. It was in the Book of Shadows.
~*~Memorial Hospital, that same day~*~
Angela sat in her bed unable to talk. The wounds from her surgery still ached. Melinda sat there with her for a few hours, but had to leave for dinner. The Jolsons stayed with her during the day, but left during the night. It was about 10 p.m., so everyone had left her. Angela tried to make up her mind of what she was going to do. All she knew was that it involved Melinda and the dreams.
Author's Ending Note: I liked this chapter better then the first. ENJOY PLEASE R/R!
Chapter two: The Connection's began
Disclaimer: Charmed and it's characters are no way affiliated with me or anyone in my family. Nothing remotely familiar belongs to me. However, the story and the characters made up for the content of this story do. This is copywritten and stealing would illegal.
(c)2002
Harry Potter Addict
Email:
valley_chic2005@yahoo.com
Author's note to the reader: Chapter one was a bit slow. A reader needed to know about the characters before the real story could start. Now the good stuff will start. I won't say anymore. Enjoy and please R/R!
"MOM! I need to tell you something really important!" cried Melinda's voice from the top of P3's stairs.
PIper came out from the backroom and gave Melinda a look. She and Leo had been in the middle of some important business. Melinda rushed down and dropped her backpack on the bottom of the stairs.
"What is it Melinda?" asked Piper with a mild interest in her tone of voice.
"Mom, I thought I saw Aunt Prue. It was only Angela, the girl I had to show around. She looked dead on the pictures. I was pretty weirded out, you know."
Piper sat down for a minute and thought about her daughter's comments. Melinda could see the pensive look in her eyes and sat next to her mom, pouring herself a coke.
"Melinda, did you tell Angela that she looked like Aunt Prue?"
Melinda sipped her coke and pulled out her history book.
"Yea, I did. She kinda looked at me like I had gone nuts."
"She is entitled to that right. So what is Angela like?"
"Well.. She is really pretty, but doesn't say too much. I guess going to all those different foster homes did it to her. When Angela did say something, it was really smart. She reminds me of Jessalynn Marks. You know, that gifted girl in my Spanish class." said Melinda. She paused between each thought.
Piper sipped a mineral water and looked the the P3 sign. She didn't even realise how long Prue had been gone until Melinda mentioned Angela. It would 16 years soon. Thinking of her older sister brought tears to Piper's eyes even now. Even with the source gone, he killed Prue and nothing will ever change that. Melinda began gabbing about the latest gossip at West High, but Piper still could get Prue and Angela out of her head. Something was up and the power of three would have to crack it.
~*~The Jolson House, that afternoon~*~
Angela walked into the house to be greeted by the Jolson's dog, Amber. Mrs. Jolson ruffled into the living room with a plate of cookies.
"How was school Angela?"
Angela began to head of the spiral staircase almosting ignoring Mrs. Jolson's comment.
"It was fine." She mumbled.
What Angela would write in her diary would a completely different story.
Dear Diary.
It's Me, Angela back with another shitty foster home. These people are trying, but still it is shit. Only 3 more years in the system and I am on my own. School was the worst experience ever. I am currently going West High School and the people are terrible. All they care about is their posessions and that's it. I did meet a halfway-decent girl named Melinda. She called me her Aunt Prue which creeped me out a little bit. The name I almost knew, like I had heard it before. I can't explain it, like I can't explain the dreams. Nobody understand the shit I go through being tossed around. The people at West are rich snobs and if they would be left on the streets for an hour, They'd be dead. The Jolsons want me to play volleyball. What they don't know is that I am pretty good. They don't need to know that stuff though. I hate my life so much since the accident. I miss my parents so much! I do not understand why I didn't die with them. I should of. Then I wouldn't be going though this shit. Oh well.
-Angela
Angela shut her diary and hid it in her old, tattered, and patched backpack in the closet. At that moment, Mr. Jolson called Angela for Dinner. Angela put on her dinner dress quickly and ran downstairs. The Jolsons were having their nice company over that night. They gave her a strapless, sky blue dress to wear for the dinner. Angela rolled curlers into her hair and sat the vanity. Her blue eyes had always had a glint of sadness to them since the car accident. No one really understood it. The pain that she relived every night in her dreams. Slowly, Angela unrolled the curls and long, bouncy curls came out of it. Angela arose from the metal chair and made her way down the stairs. The Jolsons were already seated with another couple and a girl who looked about her own age. She looked rather sweet with short, blond hair about to her chin. Her blue eyes were hiden behind a pair of glasses that looked like they were made of rinestones. Angela went to the end of the table and sat down. She put the cloth napkin on her lap politely. Mrs. Jolson nodded with a warming to it.
"Laura and Steve, this is Angela Hawthorne. Angela, these are Mr. and Mrs. Coper and their lovely daughter, Charity."
The girl smiled and nodded to Angela. It wasn't a very warm smile. It was like one being on for show infront the adults.
"So, Angela. How is West going? I played football there for 4 years." asked Mr. Coper who was helping himself to gravy.
Angela looked the green carpeting and didn't answer. She continued to eat her chicken.
"Angela. do you like the people at West? They have always been wonderful."
Yea, if you liked snobby, little brats. Some people are so stupid. Angela thought to herself. She did not answer once again.
Dinner went on like that for another 2 hours. Angela didn't want to be there with these people and would rather be in her bed sleeping. Charity kept eyeing her like she had been on display at a zoo. Finally, Angela spoke up in her soft voice.
"Could I be excused please?"
"Of course, Angela. Charity, why don't you go with her and get to know her a bit."
Charity jumped up quickly, almost knocking her plate off the table. "Yes, Mrs. Jolson. Come on, Angela!
" HOW COULD THEY HAVE PRISSY BITCH COME WITH ME!?! NOOOOO! These thoughts screamed in Angela's head as they made their way up to Angela's room. Angela sat against the wall and looked at Charity sharply.
"Angela, it must so suck to not have parents! Mom and Dad shower me with gifts everyday."
"Yes, it is better not to have parents then for parents to have a spoiled brat like you."
Angela gave a sweet smile and threw a picture at Charity. Charity looked absolutely shocked.
"How dare you! I have never been so insulted in my life! I am telling mom!"
Angela was about to punch her when she went into a trance and stopped for a moment. Sharp images filled her head like her dreams. This time, it was stronger then ever.
*Candles flickered in a hot attic. A person could see the stain-glassed colors from the windows. The air was very dry and rotting wood could be smelt. A short woman stood by a cauldron full of a smoking substance and began chanting words that couldn't be made out. A figure arose from the cauldron and threw a knife at the woman and she fell the floor.*
Angela screamed and something threw Charity into a wall. Angela opened her eyes and saw Charity there, unconsciencous. Running to Charity, Angela cried from the upstairs,
"HELP! SHE IS KNOCKED OUT!"
The adults came up and began to cry over their daughter. Mrs. Jolson called the ambulance. Angela stood there in shock unable to understand what had just happened.
~*~Halliwell Manor, that same evening~*~
Piper layed on her bed filing stock for the big battle of the bands at P3. She stayed there with her glassses on, reading about the inventory needed. At that moment of thought, Phoebe came and jumped on the bed.
"Pheebs! I am trying to work here!"
Phoebe smiled and hugged Piper tightly.
"You work too hard sis. We should be more like Paige. A free spirit."
Piper sighed and took off her glasses, glaring at Phoebe.
"Being free and fun doesn't pay the bills Pheebs. Someone has got to be practical here."
"Yea, being practical sucks ass. Where is Paige anyway?"
"She said she would be home by dinner-" began Piper but was cut off by sharp images in her head.
*Candles flickered in a hot attic. A person could see the stain-glassed colors from the windows. The air was very dry and rotting wood could be smelt. A short woman stood by a cauldron full of a smoking substance and began chanting words that couldn't be made out. A figure arose from the cauldron and threw a knife at the woman and she fell the floor.* Piper began to cough and found herself on the floor of the bedroom. Phoebe stood over her asking if she was alright. Piper nodded slightly and fainted.
~*~ San Fransisco Memorial Hospital, that same day~*~
Angela sat in the waiting room and read a tattered copy of one of the old magazines. The thoughts in her head didn't make any sense. She couldn't understand how Charity had been thrown against the wall. Mrs. Jolson sat with Charity's parents, who were sobbing to the fact that Charity had a broken arm and leg. They tried to confort her. Angela couldn't take it anymore. She got up and grabbed Mrs. Jolson's purse. Inside was almost $300 in cash.
"She won't miss this cash." Angela mumbled as she took all the money of her purse.
Angela made her way to the door and saw Melinda there, crying. She stopped and looked Melinda's red eyes.
"Are you alright Melinda?" she asked being caution to appoarch her.
Melinda spun around saw Angela standing. She gave Angela a sad smile and began to hug her.
"My mom collasped and my dad took her to the hospital. They don't know what caused it." sobbed Melinda.
Angela hugged her tightly and took her in the hospital park. She sat by Melinda and started to spill what had happened to her.
"-So, the next I know, Charity is knocked out on the floor."
Melinda looked at her with wide eyes. What she said next Angela didn't expect.
"You should talk to my aunt Phoebe. She knows all about preminitions."
"Preminitions? You meaning seeing the future?" asked Angela, who was beginning to freak out.
"Not only seeing the future. You can also see the past. Like a past life or maybe even a past event." Angela stood up quickly and began to walk away. Melinda ran after her and put her hand on her shoulder. Melinda froze everything around Angela including Angela's body.
"Listen to me! You need to talk to my mom and aunts. Otherwise, I'll keep you frozen. Angela, come on!"
"What did you do to me? Why can't I move?"
Melinda smiled a bit modestly.
"I froze your body. Sorry, you wouldn't listen when you weren't frozen."
Melinda waved her hands and the next thing Angela knew, she had fallen on the ground.
"What excatly are you?"
Pausing, Melinda seemed to try to find the right words.
"I am a half witch/half whitelighter. More witch then anything."
"A WITCH?!?"
Angela ran off into the nearest park on Broadway. She couldn't believe the words that Melinda had said. Witch, Whitelighter, premintion, freezing. Nothing seemed to be right. Angela began to cross the street when she began to have more images. This time, they were clearer.
*A young woman with raven hair like herself cried on a rock near a beach. The air smelled of salt and sand. Her hair was covered by a blue knit hat and she wore a blue sweater. The scene changed to the woman with long brown hair talking to something in a cauldron. The face can't be seen.*
Angela collasped in the middle of the street. Melinda rushed over and froze the traffic.
"ANGELA! NO!" screamed Melinda running to Angela. She carried Angela out of the street and unfroze the street. The man in the truck came rushing and called 911.
~*~ Halliwell Manor, two days later~*~
Piper sat up in bed and continued to do the inventory for the bands at P3. The doctor assigned her to complete bedrest for a week and still could explain the collasping. Piper had what she thought was a preminiton. She refused to tell Paige, Phoebe, and Leo because she didn't want to worry them at all. The preminiton had been of herself summoning something and being stabbed. She would tell them when she was off bedrest. At that moment, Paige came in with some chicken soup.
"Here Piper, the doctor said plenty of fliuds."
Piper took the soup and sighed.
"I bet that doctor didn't have the Battle of the Bands coming to his club. Paige, I will never be done in time in order to make this thing happen!"
Paige sat on Piper's bed and scanned the P3 files. She sighed deeply.
"Is Melinda's friend alright? Angela is it?"
"She is still in the hospital. Angela had to have surgery. Melinda told me she suspected that Angela may be a witch. Melinda froze her and it freaked this girl out a bit."
Paige nodded and began to leave the bedroom.
"I remember how much I freaked when I found out I was a witch.
Paige made her way out of the room shutting the door. Piper sat there for a moment. The preminitions kept bothering her. There was only one thing to do. It was in the Book of Shadows.
~*~Memorial Hospital, that same day~*~
Angela sat in her bed unable to talk. The wounds from her surgery still ached. Melinda sat there with her for a few hours, but had to leave for dinner. The Jolsons stayed with her during the day, but left during the night. It was about 10 p.m., so everyone had left her. Angela tried to make up her mind of what she was going to do. All she knew was that it involved Melinda and the dreams.
Author's Ending Note: I liked this chapter better then the first. ENJOY PLEASE R/R!