Ok a few people imed me asking about the children and the ages.. Here it
goes. Prue~16 (Leo and Piper) Phyre and Pyralis~ also 16(they are seven
months behind Prue, but for the sake of later chapters, they are the same
age for about another "month" when Prues birth day arrives.) {Cole and
Phoebe} Pandora-9 (Paige and Joshua) Philip~7 (Leo and Piper) Paris~5
(Paige and Joshua) Parker ~ 2 (Paige and Joshua)
Yes I know on the show Piper and Leo's daughter was named Melinda.. There is actually a reason to that and it will be explained. If not this story then the sequel (yes their will be one)
Thank you for the reviews. The more I get the more it strives me to write. I literally write more knowing people WANT to read my work. Please if you read a story with few or no reviews. REVIEW.. even if it's telling them what needs to be improved.. it helps the author! ~~
A few days later in the Manor:
I walked into the kitchen still have asleep. I had woken up at 6:30 this morning, only because my body is still use to waking up for school. But of course, all schools had to be shut down, because who knows when a Demon is teaching your children. Some Demon on a power trip came looking for me, Phyre, and Pyrallis in school one day. Figures if he killed the remaining charmed ones and their decedents it will give him enough following to become the Source. That and we are some of the very few preventing evil from fully taking over the world. So, a lot of Demons have the same ideas as that one did. We are pretty much sitting ducks.
Rubbing my eyes, I pulled out my usual seat, between Pandora and Phyre, and laid my head down on the table. The only one's up were myself, Paige, Cole and Phoebe and Parker. No doubt about it, Parker had woken up Cole and Phoebe, since their room is right next to there's, and Paige and Joshua desperately needed rest. Cole was gently bouncing him on his hip his eyes were now looking drowsy, and the four year old was laying his head on his Uncle's chest. I can't blame Parker. I don't think anyone has slept normally in the past five or six months. Even with the house so big with all the editions, when Parker or anyone else woke up from a nightmare (which was usually the case) everyone else woke up. Well to wake up you had to have been sleeping, which the majority of us couldn't do anyways. Especially Dad, I feel so bad for him. He lost his powers, he is so upset over mom's death they just stopped working. Aunt Paige is always telling is to stay calm, because our powers are tied to our emotions but I have never experienced it before. He can't do anything: orb, heal, or even sense any of us. He feels almost useless, I think. All of his charges got temporary white lighters. This isn't a problem, since now-a-days it seems we are a little short on helpful witches.
"Prudence Monique, pick up your head right now. I would like to get breakfast where you have obviously mistaken as your bed." I looked up at the tired and grumpy Aunt Phoebe. Parker had obviously kept her up last night as well. It was a surprise I slept through it.
"Sorry Aunt Phoebe, I just don't like being up at 7:30 in the morning." She placed the small plate of pancakes on the table, before rubbing her hand along my shoulder. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I don't like it any better than you do." She gave me a soft smile before heading back in the kitchen, where you could hear her and Aunt Paige trying to figure out what they had to add to the pancakes.
"Cole. do you want me to take Parker and put him down? You need sleep."
"No, thanks though, but you could go wake up your cousins. We can't sleep in anymore. Always on our toes." I rolled my eyes softly, and headed back towards the stairs. I loved Cole, even though he is part Demon again. It was just; he felt more like a personal trainer than an Uncle. Always making us practice our powers, making sure we were ready for the unthinkable.
Taking the steps two bye two, I walked into the guy's room where Philip lay on the top bunk bed, Parker already up. Climbing the small latter, I sat on the corner of the bed and gently rocked my brother slightly. He groaned and turned over. "Philip get up and get down stairs breakfast is on the table." I jumped off the top and slowly walked down the hall into the first of the girl's bedroom where Pandora and Paris had the matching white day beds at opposite ends of the room. I flipped on the light and walked over where Paris was curdled up in a ball, clutching her teddy bear, I tried rocking her like I did Philip but she didn't budge. I put my head right by hers, and taking a deep breath, I let out a large scream into her ear. She awoke with a start and let out a soft laugh. "Well good morning sleepy.." Before I could finish my sentence, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, Cole who was still holding Parker and Dad were in the door starring at me.
"What happened?
Where's the demon?
Are you okay?
What did he look like?"
They all started talking at once, and I guess my scream has awoke everyone else, who were now awake and in the room. "Nothing, what are you talking about we are fine." They all took a deep breath and Cole put Parker down, who then ran and hugged my leg so I would lift him up. "Young Lady what were you thinking screaming like that? We thought you were in trouble."
"I'm sorry dad, Cole told me to wake everyone else up, and Paris wouldn't get up and it was the only thing I could think of. Hey she's up isn't she?" I let out a soft smile, trying to cover up for myself. Paige walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me and Parker. "Sweetie, think harder of a way to wake her up next time. We thought their was another attack. We don't know when any more Demons are coming. Think about it, if they come for you at school, how so we know they weren't up here looking for you?"
"I'm sorry."
"Alright, Everyone up and dressed breakfast is on the table." Phoebe called as she followed everyone downstairs. The girls stayed up stairs as they kind of starred at me for a few minutes. "Well you woke everyone else up Prue, saved ya a bit of walking." Pandora slapped me playfully as she walked to her dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on as the five of us slowly walked down the stairs and sat in our seats. I slowly began to eat my pancakes, and I couldn't help thinking like I do every morning, that they weren't as good as moms.
~
After breakfast I went out for a walk. It took me long enough to convince Uncle Cole to let me go, but I needed time to myself. I need to let my mind wander and remember my mom without someone in the house interrupting me one way or another. I had to promise at the first site of Danger I would call for Aunt Prue and orb out of their. Sometimes I am amazed how the most powerful family in America is so stupid. ~No, I was going to watch as a Demon throws fire at me and look at the pretty colors. COME ON COLE.~
My mind did not die with my mother. Though it feels like my soul is lying next to her. Tomorrow is the funeral. I am supposed to speak on her behalf. How am I supposed to give a speech at my own mother's funeral? What words can express what I lost? I can say "it was meant to be." That's what everyone wanted to tell me. It was meant to be. my mother was meant to die in the street while I watched? She was meant to die by evil, and watch from heaven as her family is attacked. My father is meant to turn into a crying hysterical basket case, like a pregnant lady? Tell me in what sense, is that meant to be? In what world does that even make sense, cause in mine it feels like. well crap.
I hate the whole "it was just her time" line as well. MY MOTHER WAS YOUNG DAMNIT. She wasn't some 90 year old lady dying in her sleep. She had a seven year old son. SEVEN YEARS OLD. She won't even see me graduate High School. That is if I can go back to school. I was one of the rare popular kids that actually had a good head on my shoulders. I heard all the time "attitude like her aunts and the brains like her mother." I had the highest G.P.A. in my sophomore class. My mother won't see me walk across the stage with High Honors. Well she will see me, but what brings the tears is I won't see her.
Yes I know on the show Piper and Leo's daughter was named Melinda.. There is actually a reason to that and it will be explained. If not this story then the sequel (yes their will be one)
Thank you for the reviews. The more I get the more it strives me to write. I literally write more knowing people WANT to read my work. Please if you read a story with few or no reviews. REVIEW.. even if it's telling them what needs to be improved.. it helps the author! ~~
A few days later in the Manor:
I walked into the kitchen still have asleep. I had woken up at 6:30 this morning, only because my body is still use to waking up for school. But of course, all schools had to be shut down, because who knows when a Demon is teaching your children. Some Demon on a power trip came looking for me, Phyre, and Pyrallis in school one day. Figures if he killed the remaining charmed ones and their decedents it will give him enough following to become the Source. That and we are some of the very few preventing evil from fully taking over the world. So, a lot of Demons have the same ideas as that one did. We are pretty much sitting ducks.
Rubbing my eyes, I pulled out my usual seat, between Pandora and Phyre, and laid my head down on the table. The only one's up were myself, Paige, Cole and Phoebe and Parker. No doubt about it, Parker had woken up Cole and Phoebe, since their room is right next to there's, and Paige and Joshua desperately needed rest. Cole was gently bouncing him on his hip his eyes were now looking drowsy, and the four year old was laying his head on his Uncle's chest. I can't blame Parker. I don't think anyone has slept normally in the past five or six months. Even with the house so big with all the editions, when Parker or anyone else woke up from a nightmare (which was usually the case) everyone else woke up. Well to wake up you had to have been sleeping, which the majority of us couldn't do anyways. Especially Dad, I feel so bad for him. He lost his powers, he is so upset over mom's death they just stopped working. Aunt Paige is always telling is to stay calm, because our powers are tied to our emotions but I have never experienced it before. He can't do anything: orb, heal, or even sense any of us. He feels almost useless, I think. All of his charges got temporary white lighters. This isn't a problem, since now-a-days it seems we are a little short on helpful witches.
"Prudence Monique, pick up your head right now. I would like to get breakfast where you have obviously mistaken as your bed." I looked up at the tired and grumpy Aunt Phoebe. Parker had obviously kept her up last night as well. It was a surprise I slept through it.
"Sorry Aunt Phoebe, I just don't like being up at 7:30 in the morning." She placed the small plate of pancakes on the table, before rubbing her hand along my shoulder. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I don't like it any better than you do." She gave me a soft smile before heading back in the kitchen, where you could hear her and Aunt Paige trying to figure out what they had to add to the pancakes.
"Cole. do you want me to take Parker and put him down? You need sleep."
"No, thanks though, but you could go wake up your cousins. We can't sleep in anymore. Always on our toes." I rolled my eyes softly, and headed back towards the stairs. I loved Cole, even though he is part Demon again. It was just; he felt more like a personal trainer than an Uncle. Always making us practice our powers, making sure we were ready for the unthinkable.
Taking the steps two bye two, I walked into the guy's room where Philip lay on the top bunk bed, Parker already up. Climbing the small latter, I sat on the corner of the bed and gently rocked my brother slightly. He groaned and turned over. "Philip get up and get down stairs breakfast is on the table." I jumped off the top and slowly walked down the hall into the first of the girl's bedroom where Pandora and Paris had the matching white day beds at opposite ends of the room. I flipped on the light and walked over where Paris was curdled up in a ball, clutching her teddy bear, I tried rocking her like I did Philip but she didn't budge. I put my head right by hers, and taking a deep breath, I let out a large scream into her ear. She awoke with a start and let out a soft laugh. "Well good morning sleepy.." Before I could finish my sentence, Aunt Paige, Aunt Phoebe, Cole who was still holding Parker and Dad were in the door starring at me.
"What happened?
Where's the demon?
Are you okay?
What did he look like?"
They all started talking at once, and I guess my scream has awoke everyone else, who were now awake and in the room. "Nothing, what are you talking about we are fine." They all took a deep breath and Cole put Parker down, who then ran and hugged my leg so I would lift him up. "Young Lady what were you thinking screaming like that? We thought you were in trouble."
"I'm sorry dad, Cole told me to wake everyone else up, and Paris wouldn't get up and it was the only thing I could think of. Hey she's up isn't she?" I let out a soft smile, trying to cover up for myself. Paige walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me and Parker. "Sweetie, think harder of a way to wake her up next time. We thought their was another attack. We don't know when any more Demons are coming. Think about it, if they come for you at school, how so we know they weren't up here looking for you?"
"I'm sorry."
"Alright, Everyone up and dressed breakfast is on the table." Phoebe called as she followed everyone downstairs. The girls stayed up stairs as they kind of starred at me for a few minutes. "Well you woke everyone else up Prue, saved ya a bit of walking." Pandora slapped me playfully as she walked to her dresser and grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on as the five of us slowly walked down the stairs and sat in our seats. I slowly began to eat my pancakes, and I couldn't help thinking like I do every morning, that they weren't as good as moms.
~
After breakfast I went out for a walk. It took me long enough to convince Uncle Cole to let me go, but I needed time to myself. I need to let my mind wander and remember my mom without someone in the house interrupting me one way or another. I had to promise at the first site of Danger I would call for Aunt Prue and orb out of their. Sometimes I am amazed how the most powerful family in America is so stupid. ~No, I was going to watch as a Demon throws fire at me and look at the pretty colors. COME ON COLE.~
My mind did not die with my mother. Though it feels like my soul is lying next to her. Tomorrow is the funeral. I am supposed to speak on her behalf. How am I supposed to give a speech at my own mother's funeral? What words can express what I lost? I can say "it was meant to be." That's what everyone wanted to tell me. It was meant to be. my mother was meant to die in the street while I watched? She was meant to die by evil, and watch from heaven as her family is attacked. My father is meant to turn into a crying hysterical basket case, like a pregnant lady? Tell me in what sense, is that meant to be? In what world does that even make sense, cause in mine it feels like. well crap.
I hate the whole "it was just her time" line as well. MY MOTHER WAS YOUNG DAMNIT. She wasn't some 90 year old lady dying in her sleep. She had a seven year old son. SEVEN YEARS OLD. She won't even see me graduate High School. That is if I can go back to school. I was one of the rare popular kids that actually had a good head on my shoulders. I heard all the time "attitude like her aunts and the brains like her mother." I had the highest G.P.A. in my sophomore class. My mother won't see me walk across the stage with High Honors. Well she will see me, but what brings the tears is I won't see her.