Miko: Oh, I forgot to say this last time, but I used Linkin Park's Faint
from Meteora as my first song and Evanescence My Immortal from Fallen. Just
thought that I'd mention this. =D
Salt: We did not own those songs, and we do not own Charmed, so there. I said it.
All Things Said and Done
Chapter 4: Vanquishing a demon.With a little help.
Wyatt waved goodbye to Marcus and Gem as they left. Etyma had offered to stay and clean up, clearly feeling bad that she had been late and they had not been able to start a new song. "Etyma?" he said, as she started turning off electronics. "Mm?" was the response. "I was wondering, how did you already end up in a band?" She laughed, and said, "Oh, that. Christian actually used to live near Miyaru and me, so it was only a matter of asking him. He was more than overjoyed to push me into his."
She finished with the band equipment, and looked outside, "Right." She said, "I'm not really in the mood to walk, you?" Wyatt shook his head, and frowned just thinking about it. "Nope. Should I orb us?" she brightened, and said, "Oh, yeah.Half whiteliter, right?" he nodded. "Well, I was suggesting I shift us, but that sounds SO much more fun."
Wyatt took her fragile feeling hand in his, and they orbed out of the warehouse and into the house. Miyaru had brought their bags in, and was now sitting comfortably in the living room with the three charmed ones. Piper smiled, "Too lazy to walk?" Paige said, "I think he just wanted to hold Etyma's hand." This caused both teens to blush a deep crimson, and Wyatt said, "Aunt Paige!"
The next day Wyatt wandered into the kitchen to find a note by his mother, with little added notes from everyone else. It looked kinda like this;
Wyatt,
Sorry honey, had to go shopping, be back in a couple of hours.
Mom.
P.S.; Gone shopping too, but for clothes!-Paige
P.P.S.; Had to stop in at the paper, be back later.-Phoebe
P.P.P.S.; Wyatt, please tell Etyma that I had to run some errands! Be back soon, Miyaru!
He shook his head at the note, and heard a muffled yawn behind him. He turned to see Etyma standing on the stairs, a brush in her hand. She was wearing a dark red sarong and a black tank top that said 'SQUEE!!!' in big letters on the back. Her hair was a little messed up, clearly from sleep. The ears and tail were poking out, clearly she had not yet bothered to do the spell.
Wyatt was much better dressed, in a teeshirt and baggy black jeans. He smiled at her sleepy expression as she stumbled into the room. "Morning!" he said brightly. "Ung." Was the intelligent response as she sat at the table and banged her head down, letting it rest there. Wyatt laughed.
"I am NOT a morning person." She grumbled. "I was made for staying up late at night and being insane. I do not wake up this early. I must be insane." This dragged another laugh from Wyatt as he sat across from her, and said, "Everyone had errands and things to do, so, we're stuck here all alone, kay?" She nodded by lifting her head off the desk and banging it down again.
When Etyma had finally woken up a little more, and run the brush through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, she seemed a little more alive.
"What should we do today?" he asked. Etyma looked at Wyatt skeptically, but whatever she would have answered, he never managed to find out, because right at that moment, there was a crash in the living room. Both jumped up to see what it was.
A great ugly toad-like demon stood in the living room, or rather lay, because he had just tripped over the sofa. It took him a moment to get to his feet, and he made some noises, clearly saying something. Etyma lost no time in translating, clearly knowing the language.
"He says; 'Ooh, little kiddies. Breakfast.' Yuck." Wyatt smiled, and said, "Tell him we're not on the menu." Etyma translated, and the demon seemed to look at her a little closer. He continued talking, Etyma translating almost instantly. " 'Give me the half-demon, witch, and you won't get hurt.' I think he means me. Err, kinda obvious, I guess." Wyatt, however, said, "Tell him that you're not going anywhere." She looked at him skeptically, and said, "I don't think you want me to say that. Why don't you orb out? I'm sure I can deal with this." Wyatt shook his head, "Tell him." The teenage boy was all business now.
Unfortunately for the two gifted teens, the toad wasn't in the mood to wait while they discussed things. He tackled Etyma, who barely managed to get out of the way. The thing kept saying something, though Wyatt didn't know what it was. "Etyma!" he said, as the toad flung itself at her again. She twisted, and leapt up, bouncing off the wall and landing behind the demon. "Wyatt, find a way to vanquish it! I'll keep it busy!" she said. Wyatt orbed to the attic, to try and find a left over potion. The noise below made him hurry.
Etyma managed to dodge the toad, but his tongue flicked out, striking her in the shoulder, breaking skin. She hissed slightly, and scratched at the hand, her nails unnaturally long and rather like claws. She flipped, but was slightly caught off balance by the wound, and fell to the ground. The toad laughed.
Wyatt ran down the stairs, and flung the only potion he had found at the toad. It exploded, taking an arm off, but the toad was still there. Etyma had just enough time though, and she was standing behind the toad. "Pond scum!!!!" she yelled, before holding her hands out in front of her. She had a drop of blood on each hand, and it spun out in streams, whipping at the toad. Her hair had come loose of the ponytail, and was flying all around her face.
She waited until the toad was distracted with her blood trick, before pouncing on it in cat like style. Her tail wrapped around it's neck, and she flipped back, adequately snapping it's windpipe. It fell backwards, and landed on top of her.
Wyatt ran over, pushing the heavy toad off of the little half-witch. She scrambled to her feet as soon as the weight was lifted off of her. "Etyma, are you alright?" Wyatt felt stupid. He had done little but watch as the girl his family was supposed to protect had killed this toad. She smiled, and nodded grimly. "Fine. Except.I think my wrist is broken."
Salt: We did not own those songs, and we do not own Charmed, so there. I said it.
All Things Said and Done
Chapter 4: Vanquishing a demon.With a little help.
Wyatt waved goodbye to Marcus and Gem as they left. Etyma had offered to stay and clean up, clearly feeling bad that she had been late and they had not been able to start a new song. "Etyma?" he said, as she started turning off electronics. "Mm?" was the response. "I was wondering, how did you already end up in a band?" She laughed, and said, "Oh, that. Christian actually used to live near Miyaru and me, so it was only a matter of asking him. He was more than overjoyed to push me into his."
She finished with the band equipment, and looked outside, "Right." She said, "I'm not really in the mood to walk, you?" Wyatt shook his head, and frowned just thinking about it. "Nope. Should I orb us?" she brightened, and said, "Oh, yeah.Half whiteliter, right?" he nodded. "Well, I was suggesting I shift us, but that sounds SO much more fun."
Wyatt took her fragile feeling hand in his, and they orbed out of the warehouse and into the house. Miyaru had brought their bags in, and was now sitting comfortably in the living room with the three charmed ones. Piper smiled, "Too lazy to walk?" Paige said, "I think he just wanted to hold Etyma's hand." This caused both teens to blush a deep crimson, and Wyatt said, "Aunt Paige!"
The next day Wyatt wandered into the kitchen to find a note by his mother, with little added notes from everyone else. It looked kinda like this;
Wyatt,
Sorry honey, had to go shopping, be back in a couple of hours.
Mom.
P.S.; Gone shopping too, but for clothes!-Paige
P.P.S.; Had to stop in at the paper, be back later.-Phoebe
P.P.P.S.; Wyatt, please tell Etyma that I had to run some errands! Be back soon, Miyaru!
He shook his head at the note, and heard a muffled yawn behind him. He turned to see Etyma standing on the stairs, a brush in her hand. She was wearing a dark red sarong and a black tank top that said 'SQUEE!!!' in big letters on the back. Her hair was a little messed up, clearly from sleep. The ears and tail were poking out, clearly she had not yet bothered to do the spell.
Wyatt was much better dressed, in a teeshirt and baggy black jeans. He smiled at her sleepy expression as she stumbled into the room. "Morning!" he said brightly. "Ung." Was the intelligent response as she sat at the table and banged her head down, letting it rest there. Wyatt laughed.
"I am NOT a morning person." She grumbled. "I was made for staying up late at night and being insane. I do not wake up this early. I must be insane." This dragged another laugh from Wyatt as he sat across from her, and said, "Everyone had errands and things to do, so, we're stuck here all alone, kay?" She nodded by lifting her head off the desk and banging it down again.
When Etyma had finally woken up a little more, and run the brush through her hair, pulling it back into a ponytail, she seemed a little more alive.
"What should we do today?" he asked. Etyma looked at Wyatt skeptically, but whatever she would have answered, he never managed to find out, because right at that moment, there was a crash in the living room. Both jumped up to see what it was.
A great ugly toad-like demon stood in the living room, or rather lay, because he had just tripped over the sofa. It took him a moment to get to his feet, and he made some noises, clearly saying something. Etyma lost no time in translating, clearly knowing the language.
"He says; 'Ooh, little kiddies. Breakfast.' Yuck." Wyatt smiled, and said, "Tell him we're not on the menu." Etyma translated, and the demon seemed to look at her a little closer. He continued talking, Etyma translating almost instantly. " 'Give me the half-demon, witch, and you won't get hurt.' I think he means me. Err, kinda obvious, I guess." Wyatt, however, said, "Tell him that you're not going anywhere." She looked at him skeptically, and said, "I don't think you want me to say that. Why don't you orb out? I'm sure I can deal with this." Wyatt shook his head, "Tell him." The teenage boy was all business now.
Unfortunately for the two gifted teens, the toad wasn't in the mood to wait while they discussed things. He tackled Etyma, who barely managed to get out of the way. The thing kept saying something, though Wyatt didn't know what it was. "Etyma!" he said, as the toad flung itself at her again. She twisted, and leapt up, bouncing off the wall and landing behind the demon. "Wyatt, find a way to vanquish it! I'll keep it busy!" she said. Wyatt orbed to the attic, to try and find a left over potion. The noise below made him hurry.
Etyma managed to dodge the toad, but his tongue flicked out, striking her in the shoulder, breaking skin. She hissed slightly, and scratched at the hand, her nails unnaturally long and rather like claws. She flipped, but was slightly caught off balance by the wound, and fell to the ground. The toad laughed.
Wyatt ran down the stairs, and flung the only potion he had found at the toad. It exploded, taking an arm off, but the toad was still there. Etyma had just enough time though, and she was standing behind the toad. "Pond scum!!!!" she yelled, before holding her hands out in front of her. She had a drop of blood on each hand, and it spun out in streams, whipping at the toad. Her hair had come loose of the ponytail, and was flying all around her face.
She waited until the toad was distracted with her blood trick, before pouncing on it in cat like style. Her tail wrapped around it's neck, and she flipped back, adequately snapping it's windpipe. It fell backwards, and landed on top of her.
Wyatt ran over, pushing the heavy toad off of the little half-witch. She scrambled to her feet as soon as the weight was lifted off of her. "Etyma, are you alright?" Wyatt felt stupid. He had done little but watch as the girl his family was supposed to protect had killed this toad. She smiled, and nodded grimly. "Fine. Except.I think my wrist is broken."