Disclaimer: Charmed, its cast, plots and everything else belong to
someone else! I repeat, I don't own Charmed, if I did, why would I be
writing fan fiction?
CGdancer: I'm not sure how to. I double-space everything, but when I put
it up, it doesn't show it. I'll keep working on that.
AN: I am going to list my own character's names and their powers to relieve
some confusion.
Bear with me, folks, I'm workin' on it.
Mel: (Piper and Leo) Orbing, Healing, and Freezing. Age: 12 Ally: (Paige and Glenn) Orbing, Telekinesis, and Transfiguration. Age: 12 Rachel: (Phoebe and Cole) Shimmering, Premonitions, and Energy balls. Age: 10 Mattie: (Piper and Leo) Orbing and Astral Projection. Age: 7 T: (Phoebe and Cole) Shimmering and Premonitions. Age: 5 (T is just a nickname. I couldn't figure out a name, so I just used T) Pru: (Piper and Leo) Control over storms, and Orbing. Age: 3
Chapter Three: The Sentinel "Hey, you guys, whacha doin'?" Paige asked her daughter and her two oldest nieces, who were standing around the Book of Shadows, staring intently at their upper arms. They all immediately dropped their shirtsleeves, and blinked at her as though they were trying to look innocent, and not quite pulling it off. "Uh, nothing, uh, just looking for a demon guy, er, thingy? Heh, heh" Ally smiled a hopeful grin, hoping beyond belief that her mom bought it. "No, guys, what are you really doing?" Paige said, as she thought,*Al is such a bad liar, and Mel standing there looking at her shoes isn't helping.* "Just reading the Book," Rachel remarked in an upbeat voice. "Sure," Paige said, "and I'm Pinocchio." She walked purposely to the book, and read the page silently to herself, her mouth forming the words as she went. After she'd finished, she looked at her daughter, "Why are you looking at that?" "Because- Uncle-Leo-sent-us-up-here-to-find-a-demon-who-stole-some-lady's- heart!" Mel said this all without pausing. "I didn't know you could talk that fast, Mel," Ally remarked, grinning, and put one eyebrow up, something Paige had never been able to do. "What's this?" Paige demanded, seizing her daughter's sleeve and staring at the little tiger there, her eyes dawning with comprehension, "And you thought you could hide that from me? Your own mother? Your own Aunt?" "Uh, yeah?" Rachel said unceremoniously. "Piper! Phoebe! We got another problem here!" Paige yelled down the attic steps.
"Huh? What kind of problem!?" Phoebe yelled up, "If Rachel
took your rollerblades again, Ally, it's no reason to call
your aunts by their first names!" "It's Paige, and it's
bigger than stolen rollerblades!" Paige called down again,
"Get your behinds up here!!!!" they did, and after Paige
explained what happened, Piper said "Okay, so what your
trying to say is that our daughters have weird guardians, and
we've got another demon issue, what else could be insaner?"
"Knock on wood!" Phoebe yelped, and Paige quipped, "Insaner?
Only in the Halliwell household would that be considered a
word," "Funny," Piper said, her voice clipped, "Might I
remind you of, say a week ago, you used the word
'funnyless'?" "Honey, Paige, you two might want to work on
some spells to protect yourselves with," said Leo, worried
about his wife and her sisters. "Girls? Did you find the
demon we're after?" As every girl shook her head, Leo
replied, "Phoebe, you might want to look in the book." Some
hours later Phoebe looked up and cheerfully called, "I found
something! Guys, look," and pointed to the page, Malevolen, they read, was a demonic heartbreaker, literally. He needed fifty hearts by Halloween to gain a physical form. He took over any man's body, ugly or not, and made them seem handsome, smart, funny, or whatever his victims thought attractive. The way he killed was, once his victims said, "I love you," their heart was his, and it wasn't only the women who died, the body he stole died as soon as he left it, unable to stay there after he'd killed. Witches had confined him in a prison, but they'd made one flaw. "And he only can escape every thirteen years, on Friday the thirteenth." Phoebe explained, "Geez, what is it with these guys and Friday the thirteenth?" Piper asked, exasperated "Well, if your gonna be a cryptic upper level demon, Friday the thirteenth is kinda the most demony day there is," Paige quipped again, she was on a roll today. "Hah! you said 'demony' there's two for you and one for me," Piper wrote on an imaginary notebook. "Piper, Paige, quit it with the weird word tally, okay? We have more important things to do." Phoebe told them. Both women blinked sheepishly at her, and turned back to scrying. The next day passed normally, well, as normally as it could in a house full of witches. At four, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige met at P3. "Well, we COULD just summon the guy," Paige remarked. "Yeah, except the Book didn't tell us his powers, so basically, that would just be askin' for it." Ally commented as she orbed in.
some confusion.
Bear with me, folks, I'm workin' on it.
Mel: (Piper and Leo) Orbing, Healing, and Freezing. Age: 12 Ally: (Paige and Glenn) Orbing, Telekinesis, and Transfiguration. Age: 12 Rachel: (Phoebe and Cole) Shimmering, Premonitions, and Energy balls. Age: 10 Mattie: (Piper and Leo) Orbing and Astral Projection. Age: 7 T: (Phoebe and Cole) Shimmering and Premonitions. Age: 5 (T is just a nickname. I couldn't figure out a name, so I just used T) Pru: (Piper and Leo) Control over storms, and Orbing. Age: 3
Chapter Three: The Sentinel "Hey, you guys, whacha doin'?" Paige asked her daughter and her two oldest nieces, who were standing around the Book of Shadows, staring intently at their upper arms. They all immediately dropped their shirtsleeves, and blinked at her as though they were trying to look innocent, and not quite pulling it off. "Uh, nothing, uh, just looking for a demon guy, er, thingy? Heh, heh" Ally smiled a hopeful grin, hoping beyond belief that her mom bought it. "No, guys, what are you really doing?" Paige said, as she thought,*Al is such a bad liar, and Mel standing there looking at her shoes isn't helping.* "Just reading the Book," Rachel remarked in an upbeat voice. "Sure," Paige said, "and I'm Pinocchio." She walked purposely to the book, and read the page silently to herself, her mouth forming the words as she went. After she'd finished, she looked at her daughter, "Why are you looking at that?" "Because- Uncle-Leo-sent-us-up-here-to-find-a-demon-who-stole-some-lady's- heart!" Mel said this all without pausing. "I didn't know you could talk that fast, Mel," Ally remarked, grinning, and put one eyebrow up, something Paige had never been able to do. "What's this?" Paige demanded, seizing her daughter's sleeve and staring at the little tiger there, her eyes dawning with comprehension, "And you thought you could hide that from me? Your own mother? Your own Aunt?" "Uh, yeah?" Rachel said unceremoniously. "Piper! Phoebe! We got another problem here!" Paige yelled down the attic steps.
"Huh? What kind of problem!?" Phoebe yelled up, "If Rachel
took your rollerblades again, Ally, it's no reason to call
your aunts by their first names!" "It's Paige, and it's
bigger than stolen rollerblades!" Paige called down again,
"Get your behinds up here!!!!" they did, and after Paige
explained what happened, Piper said "Okay, so what your
trying to say is that our daughters have weird guardians, and
we've got another demon issue, what else could be insaner?"
"Knock on wood!" Phoebe yelped, and Paige quipped, "Insaner?
Only in the Halliwell household would that be considered a
word," "Funny," Piper said, her voice clipped, "Might I
remind you of, say a week ago, you used the word
'funnyless'?" "Honey, Paige, you two might want to work on
some spells to protect yourselves with," said Leo, worried
about his wife and her sisters. "Girls? Did you find the
demon we're after?" As every girl shook her head, Leo
replied, "Phoebe, you might want to look in the book." Some
hours later Phoebe looked up and cheerfully called, "I found
something! Guys, look," and pointed to the page, Malevolen, they read, was a demonic heartbreaker, literally. He needed fifty hearts by Halloween to gain a physical form. He took over any man's body, ugly or not, and made them seem handsome, smart, funny, or whatever his victims thought attractive. The way he killed was, once his victims said, "I love you," their heart was his, and it wasn't only the women who died, the body he stole died as soon as he left it, unable to stay there after he'd killed. Witches had confined him in a prison, but they'd made one flaw. "And he only can escape every thirteen years, on Friday the thirteenth." Phoebe explained, "Geez, what is it with these guys and Friday the thirteenth?" Piper asked, exasperated "Well, if your gonna be a cryptic upper level demon, Friday the thirteenth is kinda the most demony day there is," Paige quipped again, she was on a roll today. "Hah! you said 'demony' there's two for you and one for me," Piper wrote on an imaginary notebook. "Piper, Paige, quit it with the weird word tally, okay? We have more important things to do." Phoebe told them. Both women blinked sheepishly at her, and turned back to scrying. The next day passed normally, well, as normally as it could in a house full of witches. At four, Piper, Phoebe, and Paige met at P3. "Well, we COULD just summon the guy," Paige remarked. "Yeah, except the Book didn't tell us his powers, so basically, that would just be askin' for it." Ally commented as she orbed in.