Coven
They arrived at the house just in time to hear gunshots.
The Halliwell sisters exchanged horrified looks, and ran up the
sidewalk, Bane and Cara barely half a step behind them.
"Leo? Leo!" Piper sounded terrified.
"Leo, if you're outnumbered, grab Cortez and get the hell out of
there!" Bane yelled.
Leo and Cortez appeared on the lawn an instant later. Leo had a
bloody nose. Both men's clothes were splattered with blood and
ichor.
"The warlock's there," Leo rasped. His throat was bruised. "He
was
waiting for us."
"Does he know we're coming?" asked Piper.
"I'm not sure-- but--he said there'd be more ghouls....he's insane. Kept
raving about....armies of darkness."
"He's been 'collecting' them is how he put it," Cortez added. "Said
it'd
be interesting to see if even the famous Charmed Ones--what the hell
does that mean?-- could vanquish a hundred of those
things."
Bane cursed softly.
"Um, guys?" Paige pointed to the front door.
A young man stood in the doorway. Tall, blond hair and blue eyes,
wearing jeans and a leather jacket....
"God, he's just a kid," Phoebe whispered.
Piper felt a chill go over her, the kind she often felt in a warlock's
presence.
"He's old enough to have murdered innocent people, Phoebe." She could
understand her sister's reaction. The warlock didn't appear to be more than
eighteen. He watched them, smiling almost flirtatiously.
"I-- I know, it's--"
"No buts. What are we going to do, put him in jail? He wouldn't stay, and
how many more people would he kill on the way out?" Piper shook her head.
"Break the tie, no demons bound-- the fate he's given, now comes around," she
said clearly, Paige and Phoebe echoing her. Cortez looked at
her,startled.
"No. NO!!" The warlock started
toward her as she began speaking.
Bane stepped in front of the sisters. Cara moved to stand protectively beside
Leo and Cortez.
The young man screamed as their improvised spell took effect. He collapsed
on the front porch, vomiting blood.
"What...what's happening to him?" asked Cortez.
"What he did to their victims," Leo said. "He controlled the ghouls, directed them
to hunt--they got the flesh, he drained the victims of any magical abilities or life
energy they had. Like using them for batteries to--"
An emaciated, grey-skinned arm reached through the open door, snagging the
back of the warlock's jacket. He batted at the ghouls' grasping hands as he
was hauled back inside the house. "No....no! Help me, please! Someone!"
He began screaming. It drowned out the other sounds coming from inside
the building. One of the ghouls peered out at them, then slammed the door
shut.
The screams were cut off suddenly.
"He's dead," Leo and Cara said almost
simultaneously.
"How many of them..."
"Half a dozen, maybe ten? We had trouble keeping track. They weren't
exactly
sitting still."
Piper shut her eyes briefly.
"All right. Let's go."
She pointed at the front door. It burst.
The witches rushed through the opening.
Piper blew up the first ghoul she saw. It exploded, and was gone.
Paige orbed behind another, shoving it viciously forward. Phoebe levitated and
kicked the demon, snapping its' neck. It dropped. The other ghouls began to
spread out, trying to surround their attackers.
Bane raised both hands. Piper felt her hair standing on end...literally. There
was
a smell like ....ozone? and then lightning surged from the electrical outlets
in the living room. Three of the ghouls began to jerk spasmodically, their flesh
smoking.
Paige jerked away. "Ow! Bane, watch where you're aiming!"
"I...how do I turn it off?! I didn't--I've never--"
An overhead lamp blew up. A bolt of lightning struck a coffee table next to
Piper.
The half-dozen surviving ghouls turned and bolted toward the back of the house.
"Shit!"
"They're getting away--"
"No. There's no back door," Cortez said. "What--"
"Oh God," Phoebe staggered.Her face turned white.. "Piper--I
just saw--they've got someone locked up in another room. A hostage--"
"All right. Bane, get a grip. Clear your mind. Yes, I know that sounds
insane,
just do it!" Piper ordered. "Leo,get us back there!" She grabbed her husband's
wrist. Cara held his shoulder as they orbed.
The ghouls had encircled their hostage--an African-American woman, who glared at them
defiantly. She held something in her arms....a blanket? Piper couldn't make it
out.
Then the "blanket" lifted its' head and began to cry loudly. The
ghouls moved
closer. One was actually salivating.
Piper began to point. Cara caught her wrist. "No. There's too many for you to
get all at once. You're going to have to trust me. I know it's too early to ask,
but I have to. I don't want to see innocents die either." She locked eyes with
Piper.
The Charmed One nodded. Cara released her. She spun to face the ghouls.
Piper could feel power--magic--radiating from the woman like heat off a
furnace. The ghouls froze.
"Stop." Cara's voice was quiet, but audible throughout the room. "By my
power I bind you. By my name I bind you. By my blood I bind you. You
are mine. To free or to command."
The demons, one by one, dropped to their knees. They lowered their
gaze respectfully.
"Gran'mere, can you walk?" Cara asked, not looking away from the ghouls.
The woman hobbled over to them. She was old, her hair gray, face wrinkled
and soft like ancient parchment. But there was keen intelligence in her dark
eyes as she searched Cara's face. "A Caller of the
Dead, is it?"
"Among other things."
"A rare gift. Rarer yet for a witch who doesn't belong to the underworld.
My name is Andrea Struewing, and this little one is my great-grandson. May
I know who it is I owe his life to?"
"I'm Cara Morgan, Andrea. But I ask no payment for this; I don't serve the
Dark any more than you yourself."
"You know that, do you?" Andrea sounded skeptical.
"That I don't serve, doesn't mean all of my family are on the same side.
This....wasn't the only time I've had to face down other users of magic
to the death," Cara said. "I...know what it feels like when someone's
magic becomes tainted by hate, or cruelty."
Andrea winced. She hesitated, then touched Cara's cheek, her temple.
She smoothed the younger woman's forehead lightly with warm, brown
fingers. The last bruises vanished from Cara's face and neck.
"Can't let a pale sister go away looking like that," Andrea said, smiling
crookedly.
"Th..thank you. Leo, can you take them home? Or maybe they should go
to the hospital."
"No, that's not necessary. They didn't hurt us. They....were waiting for
later. I would like to get out of here, and no doubt this handful's parents
want to see him safe."
Leo orbed out with Andrea and the baby. The ghouls still hadn't moved.
"How long can you keep them controlled?" asked Piper. She was a
little
unnerved by Cara's display.
"Long enough to make sure they don't move while we
torch the place,"
Cara said. She gulped. "I....didn't
want you to find out this way, Piper.
If it helps-- I can't hurt you, and I'm definitely not invulnerable. My power
doesn't work on living humans, witch or otherwise. But.....I understand if
you don't want me around....I mean, she was right. Most people with this
ability end up working with the demons, not against
them."
"Was I wrong in trusting you with my life, then? With my family? 'Cause
it doesn't look like that to me."
"No!" Cara's response was immediate. "I wouldn't--"
"I know. Come on, we need to find something to start a fire with."
Piper
led her out of the kitchen Neither of them looked back. The ghouls remained
unmoving as Piper firmly shut the door and locked it behind her.
Cortez had the eminently practical suggestion of siphoning about half a
gallon of gasoline out of the SUV, and using that as their firestarting
material. The idea drew odd stares from the witches, but they wisely
didn't comment on how quickly he came up with the idea.
Bane, having gotten his new power at least temporarily under
control, poured the can of gas liberally over the furniture. "Light the rug,"
he told Paige. "It'll catch, but slowly enough to let
us get out of here."
She complied. They all hurried out of the house, and drove away.
