Disclaimer: Marvel characters and Charmed belong to their respective owners, Druwyn and certain demonic characters are ours. :)

Parodys' A/N: I tried a new format of fic with my baby sis who has brilliant ideas. In short, this fic is like snippets of moments strung together that will hopefully make sense. No continuing dialogue etc. This is fiction folks, stay calm. Haven't you ever wondered what an evil Jubes would be like? Ta da! The word magick is used to distinguish from magic (eg rabbit in the hat kind of tricks). THIS IS ALL PRETEND!! Now on to the show...

Ambrosia's A/N: Just using my creative side :). There's nothing much to say except, most of my writing is a little dark, so read on.....

Threads of Fallen Angels

by: Parodys and Ambrosia



I won't start at the beginning, but I'll write down bits and pieces and then put them together at the end, it'll make more sense that way. Wolvie had disappeared when I had most needed him- when Ev had died. No one noticed my pain, my suffering. So why should I care about them? That was when I started going out at night, away from the watchful eyes of Emma and Sean. What did I do? Anything I wanted, for once not held back by the team, I was going to have a little fun. It started off with little things first, nothing big, nothing dangerous, but small.

I met Druwyn at the gathering, a little get-together some of my more interesting acquaintances had invited me to. They weren't a proper coven, just some people getting together discussing the basics of the Craft. I had been going for awhile, ending up at the meetings more and more often. But it wasn't enough, the measly little house spells and candle magick didn't fill the yearning void within me. It left me wanting. It was Druwyn who led me to something more. He had been looking for a student, potentials with the power to carry on his knowledge, honed ever since he was just a small child. He was looking for a partner to help him, to be a companion. He found me.

-in-

Druwyn and I had been arguing for the past three weeks. Each night we got together it would be the same argument, the same opinions and it never changed. After I had been initiated into his care, I began spending nights and days with him, always returning to the school after the rituals or spells had been completed. The first time I came back to the Academy after three days with Druwyn, Emma had been furious. I had just climbed in through my window, the fresh paint smell still lingering, but unable to cover the thick stench of smoke and charcoal. She had screamed at me, "I don't care where you've been, the last thing I want are excuses from you. From now on I want you at home, in bed, no later than 11pm. Do you understand. You are no longer allowed to leave your room."

I just looked around the four pristinely white walls that once held my life. "You give me my room back and I'll come home." Emma turned a pale white, spinning on her heels and walked out. I couldn't really tell if she was just furious or hurt. I didn't really care either.

After that I came and went as I pleased, never being gone longer than three days. Emma never mentioned it again.

I had been practicing for over a year now, and I was fairly good. Very good in fact. So good that I wanted to call up a spirit. My mentor didn't think I was ready, and I did. I was going to prove him wrong.

You would think that over twelve months of teaching would have made blessing the circle and salt second nature to me. Guess who managed to forget one of the core elements of the ritual in any spell? Guess who had a demon ready to tear her throat out when Druwyn burst in?

He just stood and stared at us for a moment, his dark brown hair tousled from running. "You just had to do it didn't you?"

I shrugged, glancing back at demon who had chosen the form of a 5 armed, green monster thing that was currently drooling on the carpet. "It seemed like a good idea."

"I warned you about this didn't I? Three days of warning you in lessons, and three weeks of trying to convince you. What were you trying to call up?"

"Obviously not dragon breath over here." I fished some tictacs out of my robe and tossed them to the monster, who caught the mints and stared at the tiny white pills in confusion. I guess not many people had offered it tips on better breath hygiene, and that's why it was actually popping some into it's mouth rather than tearing me limb from limb. Egotism in the underworld, ya gotta love it.

"So exactly how do you plan to get yourself out of this?" My mentor asked dryly.

Not terribly concerned I waved my hand and muttered some incantations that I thought would do the trick. Needless to say the key word in that sentence was "thought". The demon just stood there, laughing at my feeble attempts to send it away, and it smiled at me...sending a chill of fear in my bones.

"Child, you really think you can banish me with some measly words? Do you have any idea who you raised?"

"Something ugly and that stinks."

"Wrong." It's voice was grating, like a man being dragged over shards of glass. "I'm going to be the cause of the end of your existence. Your soul is mine witch."

I burst out laughing at that point, as he stared at me with obvious disapproval. Somehow I got the feeling this wasn't the proper etiquette for pre-soul eatings. "Give me a break! "What not got enough time in the underworld so you're stuck watching b- horror flicks." I just shook my head, giggles still escaping from my lips each time I looked between my mentor and the demon. "Your soul is mine witch? Please! You got that off of Charmed didn't you? Come on! Fess up!"

"Ahem, Jubilee...you might wanna..." Druwyn cleared his throat and motioned frantically at me. What you ask? Hell if I know...I was on a roll.

"Which brings me to another point, what's up with the green skin and five arms? That was done years ago. Have you ever given any thought to expanding your repertoire? Like oh, I dunno, being actually scary?"

"Jubes! This might not be the best..."

"And what's up with your voice? Can you at least try some gargling or mouthwash. I'm not asking for a lot here but when someone's going down it'd would be polite to make it semi pleasant for them."

"Oh crap."

"So do you demons get born this way or was your mother this ugly? I ...ack." One green hand closed around my neck, passing though my circle that I had failed to complete.

"The things I do for you." Druwyn muttered and withdrew his athane from his robe. Inscribing some symbols in the dirt, a burst of blue light rose up from the earth and hit the demon, who dropped me as he howled in pain.

Roaring furiously, he lunged at the young man, tearing his claws across his belly. Holding his stomach, Druwyn reached out to me and I held him, giving him the strength he needed to finish the spell. With the last word uttered, the demon burst into a volley of white light, and I could feel his presence leave the room.

We sat in utter silence for a few seconds before the oozing wetness in my hands reminded me that my mentor was fatally injured, or would be if I didn't get him taken care of soon. With loving care, I tightly bound his stomach, searing the wounds with a paff just so that as I dragged him home, they would not bleed. Once we were in his apartment, I laid him out on the living room floor and faced the five gaping slashes across his torso. Dru had never liked hospitals but I would have dragged him there any way if I had thought for one second that the doctors in their white coats and shiny degrees could remotely help with demon poisoning.

Luckily Druwyn had kept a fantastic first aid kit for emergency that didn't quite deal the average scrapped knee kind of thing. So, after washing the gashes out, and praying that he wouldn't wake up, I stitched him back together, a constant prayer under my lips that the Goddess would guide my hands.

It seemed like I had spent hours, days even tightly stitching him together, piece by piece, periodically flushing them out with alcohol so that the demon's festering poison wouldn't linger. It was midday before I finished, and had tucked him in bed. I watched him even as I washed the dried blood off of my hands, there was no way he was going to die with me here. No matter what the cost, I would stay and watch over him.

In the days that followed I had to duck out every once in awhile to get some funds to buy food and medicine. It's amazing what people leave right out there in the open behind barbed wire, security systems and safety deposit boxes. It was around two weeks later that Dru was able to sit by himself without too much pain, his bare stomach lined with stitches tracking across his belly, vivid reminders of what I had done to him.

Weeks went by before he was strong enough to sit up, let alone take care of himself. I don't think that I even went back to the dorms during that time, I couldn't have cared less what Emma was thinking, only that I had almost killed my mentor. The incident with the demon had done something that Bastion, kidnappings, being held hostage, and near death had failed to do- scare the hell out of me. I think I grew up more in those two months I was caring for Dru than the entire time I was with the X-men.

By the time Dru was able to be semi up and about again, I had managed to gain somewhat of a reputation among the disreputables in our little town. The police were baffled about the recent thefts that were happening around the neighborhood, where valuables were lifted without the slightest trace of fingerprints or a presence. Thank you Remy and Wolvie. My little shopping sprees had managed to accumulate to a nice sum of several thousand dollars, which I tucked away in a few accounts left over from my parents' time.

I was riding high as a kite for awhile there, proud as hell that I could baffle the police (and anyway I was just taking care of a friend, right?) and getting a nice little chunk of pocket change. To quote an infamous actor, good times, good times. Right? Suuurrrre.

Nightmares have always been a major part of my night. If it isn't Sabretooth after my blood, it's seeing Ev die in front of me again, or my parents walking away, or Wolvie deserting me one more time. Now my nightmares had gone from freaky to totally and utterly wet your pants, blood curdling scary. Yep, you guessed it, the demon that I had accidentally called up was making a housecall in my dreams. To put it mildly he was pissed and was determined on making my nights hell as revenge. Isn't it nice to be loved?

To make matters worse Emma had started poking her nose into where she had no business going. Big surprise right? I would deal with her later, but for the moment, I had to worry about Druwyn. Ever feel like sometimes the entire deck is stacked against you but instead of being made of paper their made of concrete and just waiting to topple on you? Let's just say that I was currently holding an umbrella for the upcoming onslaught and it was full of holes.

-in-

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