Before There Were Four VII
The pizza delivery guy stared up at the manor as the lights inside began to turn off, one by one. When it seemed that all was still in the Halliwell manor, he began to walk down the pavement. Hiding beneath a tree, he collapsed on the street and a black mist seeped out of his nostrils. It came to rest in mid-air beside a man who stood still, looking intently at the strange dark cloud. The man looked around him. Seeing no one, he whispered, "Clear." Slowly a woman began to form from the cloud. Faded blue jeans made themselves visible, while a deep purple cardigan solidified around the human torso and a long chestnut-brown mane flowed down her back. Her transformation complete, he grabbed the demoness by the throat. "What happened?" he growled. "Let. Go," she hissed through gritted teeth. Then, her lips puckered as she breathed on him an acrid green gas. The demon yowled in pain, his hands instantly covering his face, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air around him. "There, there Sthet," she cooed, as she held her partner's head gently. Pulling him close to her, as if to kiss, she blew a cool wind on his burns. His skin, red and blotchy, immediately began to heal by itself. "Now isn't that better?" Angered by her arrogant show of powers, Sthet pushed the demoness Vanrata away, sending her small frame sprawling onto the sidewalk. "Ow! That hurt that time," She stood up, brushing the dust away from her clothes. "I'm getting tired of your little games, V," said Sthet, who towered over her with his six-foot build, which was clad in black sleeveless tee and black pants. The moonlight reflected off of his olive skin, showing his muscular physique. His shoulder-length locks of raven black shone in the darkness. Admiring his beauty, she smirked and touched her hand to his face, brushing away the stray strands. "Hmm. For a moment there you almost looked like an angel, the moon behind you and all." "Don't make me laugh." "You know, you'd look so much better with short hair. It's all the rage now. You should let me do it; I'm pretty handy with a scissors," she teased, running the silky mass of hair through her fingers. "Your fascination with human ways both sickens and amuses me." "You're still talking like that?" observed V, annoyed. "Well you'd better get used to acting human, we won't be able to get close to the witches with you sounding all ancient," she said, moving his mouth with her fingers. In quick motion, Sthet had V's hand in his grasp. "Enough." He lowered her arms, his grip tightening on her wrists. "What happened to the Charmed Ones?" "They vanquished the chameleons, of course," she answered. "I saw what I wanted to see: how the sisters acted upon a threat. Oh, and to add to that, it seems the youngest, Paige, has created a little problem for her family. She made a potion that erases the presence of demons from their vision. Only their whitelighter was unaffected." "Won't that affect our plans?" "It will affect you, most probably. Even if I possess someone, they won't notice a thing." "I don't know why you couldn't just let me morph into that," he said, pointing to the unconscious pizza delivery guy, "and we'd have beaten them already. I still can't understand why we're taking our time devoting ourselves to the study of the witches." V rolled her eyes, uttering a sigh of exasperation "You know the Source. He wants the child alive, and obviously we can't kill the witch without killing the child. So we'll have to wait until it's born. And if the Seer's premonition is right, we won't have long to wait. For the time being, we'll have to watch the witches." On that note, V looked at her ally, awaiting his response. When it was apparent that he wasn't going to answer, she shrugged and busied herself with her long blue nails. Sthet huffed, irritated by V's pomposity. He then turned to look at the manor. "So what do we do now?" "We use the opportunity. We make sure she doesn't make a counterspell, then we wait for the baby."
The pizza delivery guy stared up at the manor as the lights inside began to turn off, one by one. When it seemed that all was still in the Halliwell manor, he began to walk down the pavement. Hiding beneath a tree, he collapsed on the street and a black mist seeped out of his nostrils. It came to rest in mid-air beside a man who stood still, looking intently at the strange dark cloud. The man looked around him. Seeing no one, he whispered, "Clear." Slowly a woman began to form from the cloud. Faded blue jeans made themselves visible, while a deep purple cardigan solidified around the human torso and a long chestnut-brown mane flowed down her back. Her transformation complete, he grabbed the demoness by the throat. "What happened?" he growled. "Let. Go," she hissed through gritted teeth. Then, her lips puckered as she breathed on him an acrid green gas. The demon yowled in pain, his hands instantly covering his face, the smell of burnt flesh filling the air around him. "There, there Sthet," she cooed, as she held her partner's head gently. Pulling him close to her, as if to kiss, she blew a cool wind on his burns. His skin, red and blotchy, immediately began to heal by itself. "Now isn't that better?" Angered by her arrogant show of powers, Sthet pushed the demoness Vanrata away, sending her small frame sprawling onto the sidewalk. "Ow! That hurt that time," She stood up, brushing the dust away from her clothes. "I'm getting tired of your little games, V," said Sthet, who towered over her with his six-foot build, which was clad in black sleeveless tee and black pants. The moonlight reflected off of his olive skin, showing his muscular physique. His shoulder-length locks of raven black shone in the darkness. Admiring his beauty, she smirked and touched her hand to his face, brushing away the stray strands. "Hmm. For a moment there you almost looked like an angel, the moon behind you and all." "Don't make me laugh." "You know, you'd look so much better with short hair. It's all the rage now. You should let me do it; I'm pretty handy with a scissors," she teased, running the silky mass of hair through her fingers. "Your fascination with human ways both sickens and amuses me." "You're still talking like that?" observed V, annoyed. "Well you'd better get used to acting human, we won't be able to get close to the witches with you sounding all ancient," she said, moving his mouth with her fingers. In quick motion, Sthet had V's hand in his grasp. "Enough." He lowered her arms, his grip tightening on her wrists. "What happened to the Charmed Ones?" "They vanquished the chameleons, of course," she answered. "I saw what I wanted to see: how the sisters acted upon a threat. Oh, and to add to that, it seems the youngest, Paige, has created a little problem for her family. She made a potion that erases the presence of demons from their vision. Only their whitelighter was unaffected." "Won't that affect our plans?" "It will affect you, most probably. Even if I possess someone, they won't notice a thing." "I don't know why you couldn't just let me morph into that," he said, pointing to the unconscious pizza delivery guy, "and we'd have beaten them already. I still can't understand why we're taking our time devoting ourselves to the study of the witches." V rolled her eyes, uttering a sigh of exasperation "You know the Source. He wants the child alive, and obviously we can't kill the witch without killing the child. So we'll have to wait until it's born. And if the Seer's premonition is right, we won't have long to wait. For the time being, we'll have to watch the witches." On that note, V looked at her ally, awaiting his response. When it was apparent that he wasn't going to answer, she shrugged and busied herself with her long blue nails. Sthet huffed, irritated by V's pomposity. He then turned to look at the manor. "So what do we do now?" "We use the opportunity. We make sure she doesn't make a counterspell, then we wait for the baby."