Two Birds and One Stone
Summery: The story of a girl by the name of Terra Demona. One day, her and her best friend Irvine get kidnapped by a demon, and it is up to the Halliwell sisters to save them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, Zell or Irvine. I simply borrowed them for use in my fiction. Zell and Irvine have been adapted and this is not a crossover. The "spell" is actually lyrics to my friend Zelgadis' song. In this case, they are a spell though. For the beginning ;)
Prologue
Take my soul,
Take my heart,
Do anything but keep me whole.
Bite my lip,
Pull my hair,
Slash your knife upon my hip.
My body is yours,
And to you I obey,
Even on the farthest shores.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, making a face.
"What does it look like?" he asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"It looks like your trying to bind her soul," another said, "You a witch?"
"Maybe," he grinned.
"It sounds corny," I told him, shoving him away, "So sod of buddy."
"I have a name," he growled, shoving me back.
"Irvine," I growled, "Shut it."
"Ha-ha," the other grinned, "You got told!"
"Shut up Dincht," Irvine growled.
I hit my head on the desk and growled. Irvine looked at me concerned, and Zell placed his hand on my back.
Sometimes I hate being me. Especially sense I found out I was stuck with having the same schedules as my two not-so-friendly friends. I ran a pale hand through my thick auburn hair, my fingers snagging on a few knots. Gray- green eyes glared at Irvine, and he smiled sheepishly.
I never had a short temper, but I never had the best kindness wave either. I mean, I could be really nice if I wanted too, but I don't around these two goons. I was a normal school girl, I didn't earn the best grades, nor did I play class jerk.
I was one of those in-between people. There are the geeks and the preps. Well, I'm in-between. But take my word; I'm closer to geek then prep. Oh, damn, what was that Irvine?
"Ter," Irvine growled, "Class is over, let's jet."
"Okay," I said standing, smiling sheepishly.
Irvine flicked a brown blade over his shoulder, and his light blue eyes laughed at me. What I wouldn't give to give him a swift kick where it hurts. I had known him since like Kindergarten, and we had been through almost everything together.
Zell on the other hand, well... He was unique. His blonde hair stuck up every which way, and blue eyes shone looking for a new experience. I liked this guy because he is wild. He lives by his own rules and no one stops him. I met him in the fifth grade.
Irvine continued talking all the way out of the school building, Zell nodding, and agreeing. I walked with my hands in my pockets, pretending to listen. Zell walked to the left, on his way home, and I said goodbye quietly, still looking at the ground.
Next thing I know, Irvine shoved me up against the wall and brushed his lips against mine. I widened my eyes in horror, and I slapped him. He stepped back chuckling, and rubbing his cheek.
"I finally got your attention," he chuckled.
"You? I? Jerk!" I stuttered, "Jerk!"
"Aw, you know I love you Ter," Irvine said, "I'm sorry babe."
"Stop calling me babe," I grumbled, "Now lets go to your place."
"Your place is closer," Irvine argued, "Besides... I like your brother."
"I don't," I snapped, then sighed, "But if you insist..."
I slid my hand into his and led him to my house. He didn't complain though, the pervert had the hugest crush on me. We accidentally got married when we were in the first grade, and now he won't let me live it down.
I knocked on my door, and after a moment someone opened it. My big brother stared down at me, making a face. His faint blue eyes narrowed and he stepped aside, waiting for Irvine and me to enter.
"Why do you knock at your own house?" my brother asked, slamming the door shut.
"Cause I can let a prick like you know I'm home," I growled.
I ducked a punch and took off up the stairs, Irvine close at my heels. I opened my door, and hopped on my bed, Irvine closing the door behind him. He looked around my room, and I know what he was thinking. He was thinking that I was spoiled and I might have been.
I had a nice twin bed, decked out in so many pillows and stuffed animals there was little space left. I had a couch, in a corner, decked out with even more pillows. In front of that, was a coffee table littered with papers and hot chocolate mugs with half chewed pens in them. I had a desk buried under books sat next to the couch, a dresser next to that. A dresser sat on the left to my window seat, with a TV on that froze in Final Fantasy VII pause.
"So whatcha wanna do?" Irvine asked me.
I giggled and stuck out my tongue, wishing I had bothered to make some hot chocolate before we came upstairs. Irvine tossed a few pillows on the floor, and lay on my couch, kicking his boots off.
He picked up a stack of my drawings, and flipped through them slowly. I went over and pulled off my own shoes, urging him to sit up so he could rest his head on my lap. He continued flipping till he came to a page full of chibi's, which are like short, cute, and childlike versions of a person and grinned.
"Me?" he asked, pointing a finger at one, grinning slyly.
"Yes," I chuckled.
I kissed his forehead and he continued to look at the chibi's. William, Jessica, Kierra, Irvine, Zell, Coty, Kyle, Coty, Zelgadis, Mina and Me. All of us were sitting on a picnic cloth, eating happily.
"Cute," he said after a moment, flipping the page, before putting them down.
He folded his arms behind his head like a pillow, and smiled up at me. I brushed stray hairs from his face and smiled sadly. I don't know why I was so harsh with him. Or why I didn't go out with him. It's not like he wasn't cute, he really was! I guess because I grew up with you.
"What?" Irvine asked.
"Why because we grew up together?" Irvine asked.
"Why I let you live," I grinned.
"So you won't go away with me because we grew up together?" Irvine asked.
"Yeah," I replied, brushing my fingers against his cheek.
"Maybe you'll change your mind one day..." Irvine sighed, closing his eyes.
"Maybe..." I nodded.
"Okay," he mumbled.
I smiled, and let him sleep. I pulled a book of my desk, and opened it and began to read...
Summery: The story of a girl by the name of Terra Demona. One day, her and her best friend Irvine get kidnapped by a demon, and it is up to the Halliwell sisters to save them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, Zell or Irvine. I simply borrowed them for use in my fiction. Zell and Irvine have been adapted and this is not a crossover. The "spell" is actually lyrics to my friend Zelgadis' song. In this case, they are a spell though. For the beginning ;)
Prologue
Take my soul,
Take my heart,
Do anything but keep me whole.
Bite my lip,
Pull my hair,
Slash your knife upon my hip.
My body is yours,
And to you I obey,
Even on the farthest shores.
"What the hell is this?" I asked, making a face.
"What does it look like?" he asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"It looks like your trying to bind her soul," another said, "You a witch?"
"Maybe," he grinned.
"It sounds corny," I told him, shoving him away, "So sod of buddy."
"I have a name," he growled, shoving me back.
"Irvine," I growled, "Shut it."
"Ha-ha," the other grinned, "You got told!"
"Shut up Dincht," Irvine growled.
I hit my head on the desk and growled. Irvine looked at me concerned, and Zell placed his hand on my back.
Sometimes I hate being me. Especially sense I found out I was stuck with having the same schedules as my two not-so-friendly friends. I ran a pale hand through my thick auburn hair, my fingers snagging on a few knots. Gray- green eyes glared at Irvine, and he smiled sheepishly.
I never had a short temper, but I never had the best kindness wave either. I mean, I could be really nice if I wanted too, but I don't around these two goons. I was a normal school girl, I didn't earn the best grades, nor did I play class jerk.
I was one of those in-between people. There are the geeks and the preps. Well, I'm in-between. But take my word; I'm closer to geek then prep. Oh, damn, what was that Irvine?
"Ter," Irvine growled, "Class is over, let's jet."
"Okay," I said standing, smiling sheepishly.
Irvine flicked a brown blade over his shoulder, and his light blue eyes laughed at me. What I wouldn't give to give him a swift kick where it hurts. I had known him since like Kindergarten, and we had been through almost everything together.
Zell on the other hand, well... He was unique. His blonde hair stuck up every which way, and blue eyes shone looking for a new experience. I liked this guy because he is wild. He lives by his own rules and no one stops him. I met him in the fifth grade.
Irvine continued talking all the way out of the school building, Zell nodding, and agreeing. I walked with my hands in my pockets, pretending to listen. Zell walked to the left, on his way home, and I said goodbye quietly, still looking at the ground.
Next thing I know, Irvine shoved me up against the wall and brushed his lips against mine. I widened my eyes in horror, and I slapped him. He stepped back chuckling, and rubbing his cheek.
"I finally got your attention," he chuckled.
"You? I? Jerk!" I stuttered, "Jerk!"
"Aw, you know I love you Ter," Irvine said, "I'm sorry babe."
"Stop calling me babe," I grumbled, "Now lets go to your place."
"Your place is closer," Irvine argued, "Besides... I like your brother."
"I don't," I snapped, then sighed, "But if you insist..."
I slid my hand into his and led him to my house. He didn't complain though, the pervert had the hugest crush on me. We accidentally got married when we were in the first grade, and now he won't let me live it down.
I knocked on my door, and after a moment someone opened it. My big brother stared down at me, making a face. His faint blue eyes narrowed and he stepped aside, waiting for Irvine and me to enter.
"Why do you knock at your own house?" my brother asked, slamming the door shut.
"Cause I can let a prick like you know I'm home," I growled.
I ducked a punch and took off up the stairs, Irvine close at my heels. I opened my door, and hopped on my bed, Irvine closing the door behind him. He looked around my room, and I know what he was thinking. He was thinking that I was spoiled and I might have been.
I had a nice twin bed, decked out in so many pillows and stuffed animals there was little space left. I had a couch, in a corner, decked out with even more pillows. In front of that, was a coffee table littered with papers and hot chocolate mugs with half chewed pens in them. I had a desk buried under books sat next to the couch, a dresser next to that. A dresser sat on the left to my window seat, with a TV on that froze in Final Fantasy VII pause.
"So whatcha wanna do?" Irvine asked me.
I giggled and stuck out my tongue, wishing I had bothered to make some hot chocolate before we came upstairs. Irvine tossed a few pillows on the floor, and lay on my couch, kicking his boots off.
He picked up a stack of my drawings, and flipped through them slowly. I went over and pulled off my own shoes, urging him to sit up so he could rest his head on my lap. He continued flipping till he came to a page full of chibi's, which are like short, cute, and childlike versions of a person and grinned.
"Me?" he asked, pointing a finger at one, grinning slyly.
"Yes," I chuckled.
I kissed his forehead and he continued to look at the chibi's. William, Jessica, Kierra, Irvine, Zell, Coty, Kyle, Coty, Zelgadis, Mina and Me. All of us were sitting on a picnic cloth, eating happily.
"Cute," he said after a moment, flipping the page, before putting them down.
He folded his arms behind his head like a pillow, and smiled up at me. I brushed stray hairs from his face and smiled sadly. I don't know why I was so harsh with him. Or why I didn't go out with him. It's not like he wasn't cute, he really was! I guess because I grew up with you.
"What?" Irvine asked.
"Why because we grew up together?" Irvine asked.
"Why I let you live," I grinned.
"So you won't go away with me because we grew up together?" Irvine asked.
"Yeah," I replied, brushing my fingers against his cheek.
"Maybe you'll change your mind one day..." Irvine sighed, closing his eyes.
"Maybe..." I nodded.
"Okay," he mumbled.
I smiled, and let him sleep. I pulled a book of my desk, and opened it and began to read...