Author's Note: I am so very sorry that I haven't updated this in a while. You must forgive the life of a college student, we have time for nothing, that and it gives me no time to write at all. Well, I do sneak it in every once in a while. Finally, I am getting to the good part where my main characters are going to meet one another. In this chapter I introduce someone knew and hopefully you all will remember him from a season 6 episode. All right, go ahead and read then send me a review.
Chapter Twelve: Demonic Friends
Chris didn't know what was worse, high school or his powers. A new freshman at a local high school, Chris was doing his best to try and fit in. He wasn't popular in middle school, and he hadn't considered a nobody, but he wanted high school to be different. There was only one problem: his powers.
Over the past few years, Chris had gained three new powers. Not only could he call things to him, freeze, be in two places at once, blow up things, move things with his mind, for feel other people's emotions, but newly added to his ever growing list were healing, premonitions and being able to transport himself with the help of some bright lights. His main problem was that he wasn't very good at controlling them and therefore had to keep to himself at school to not risk exposure.
He watched enviously as the other boys his age got to play baseball and other sports. Chris wanted nothing more than to be normal and do the things a kid his age did. Instead, he was forced to do nothing but study and keep his mind concentrated on other things so he didn't blow up the school cafeteria.
Although, he wasn't going to be alone for long.
Near the end of the first semester in school, there was a new transfer student. Like Chris, he kept to himself and did not talk to anyone. He had dark hair and dark eyes and looked as if he were hiding something. For some unknown reason, Chris felt drawn to this newcomer and knew that he had to get to know him. Without acting too much like a stalker, Chris followed the boy around school during break and lunch, seeing where he went.
It was at some time during lunch that the boy realized he was being followed. Turning a corner, the boy disappeared and Chris tried to catch up. Standing at the corner, Chris looked everywhere for the boy, but couldn't find him. Feeling something behind him, Chris looked over his shoulder and saw the boy, way out on the field.
How did he get all the way over there? Chris thought. He was in front of me and there is no way that he ran all the way around the school and got there that fast...
Making sure no one was looking, Chris waved his hands and the school campus froze. Students stopped in mid step, trash hung in the air right above the trashcan; everything was waiting to keep moving. Chris walked briskly over to the field and where the boy stood. Standing behind him, Chris waved his hands again and the school unfroze and resumed moving. The boy in front of Chris jerked forward, but saw a shadow at his feet and turned quickly to find Chris.
"How did you..." he began.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," Chris answered.
The boy raised an eyebrow. "You've been stalking me. Leave me alone."
"I just want to talk," Chris said.
The boy shook his head and without warning and to both of the boy's surprise, his tongue flickered out like a lizard's. Clasping his hand over his mouth, the boy turned and began to run away from Chris, becoming nothing more than a blur when he ran.
So that's how he did it, Chris thought. Running after him, Chris realized his attempt to catch the boy was futile and thought about freezing him, when before he knew what was happening, he disappeared in bright lights and reappeared in front of the boy, scaring him.
"What the hell!" he shouted, backing away from Chris.
"I'm sorry!" Chris apologized. "I didn't know that was going to hap-"
"You never told me you were a Whitelighter," the boy said, the shock on his face gone. He smiled, continuing. "My dad has told me stories about Whitelighters, but I never thought I'd actually meet one. This is so cool!"
Chris tried to smile along with the boy, but a look of confusion fell over his face. "Um...what's a Whitelighter?"
The boy stared at Chris. "What? You mean you don't know what a Whitelighter is? How can you not know who you are?"
Chris shifted his gaze to the ground as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "It's complicated."
"It's okay, I'm complicated too." The boy held out his hand. "I'm Daniel."
"Chris."
There was a silence for a moment, but it was quickly broken by the sounding of the school bell, signaling the end of lunch. Each boy looked at the other and decided that they would meet once school was over. They each were different and knew that the other was as well and that they were no longer alone.
Shaking hands, they said goodbye and made their way to class. During their lessons, they couldn't help but think of the other. Chris was desperate to know what Daniel was and how he was able to run as he did and what was up with that thing he did with his tongue, while Daniel was interested in knowing more about what it was like to be a Whitelighter. The end of the day could not have come any sooner and as soon as the bell rang, both had run to the spot they were to meet.
"So," asked Chris, "what now?"
"Well, being out in public is probably not the best place to discuss our powers," Daniel answered. "I suggest we either go back to my house or yours...although, my dad might not be too keen on having another magical being in the house without him there. I mean I know you're not evil and he would if he met you, but power wise, he just doesn't want anything broken."
"My house is okay. My mom won't be home for a while, but she trusts me and knows if anything happens it was an accident. Beside, I think she would be glad that I had a friend over," Chris said. He held out his hand after making sure no one was paying attention. "We can go home my way or walk."
Daniel's face lit up as he took Chris' hand. "I have always wanted to orb."
The appeared in Chris' house moments later, trailed by bright lights. Daniel took a step forward to steady himself, feeling a bit woozy, but the sensation had been a trip and Daniel made a comment about it being a lot more fun than shimmering. It was after playing a bit with Max and getting food and drinks that they situated themselves in the living room and began to talk.
"So, what exactly are you, Daniel?" Chris asked. "I mean, are you human or something else?"
Daniel laughed. "I'm human, or at least half. My dad is just your every day mortal guy, while my mother...well, she was a demon."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "A demon? You mean those things really exist?"
He nodded. "Of course they do. Anyway, she tricked my dad into conceiving me so that she would have a demon child who could pass as a human. I don't remember her, though, she was killed when I was a baby."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Daniel said. "She was evil and I'm anything but that. Thanks to my dad I have been able to live as normal a life as possible. I still have to be careful with my Manticore powers. That's what I am, half Manticore. I can do that tongue thing and run faster than anyone and shimmer, which is the demon equivalence of orbing."
Chris' eyes grew wide. "Wow."
"So, what about you? I can tell from your orbing that you are a Whitelighter, but you don't even know that that is."
"I'm adopted," Chris began. "My mom found me on her doorstep and took me in. I guess I've had powers all of my life, but we don't know why. What is a Whitelighter? Are they good?"
Daniel nodded. "Very good. Think of them as guardian angles, that's how my dad explained them. They watch out for future Whitelighters and witches. If I am not mistaken, if you really are one then you can orb, heal and do other stuff, but I am not sure."
"Witches? I guess there is a whole other world out there that I know nothing of."
Daniel smirked, then continued. "You said you have other powers?"
"I have a ton. I can do those Whitelighter things you said, but I can also move things with my mind, freeze whatever is around me-that's how I got behind you so quickly at school-blow things up, be in two places at once...the list could go on and on. Can Whitelighters do all that?"
Daniel made a face, and then shook his head. "No, but witches can. Maybe you're half, like me. One of your real parents is a Whitelighter and the other is a witch, which would make you both. But man, is that a lot of power! Can you control all of it?"
"Sometimes. I have my days where stuff just happens. You don't know how many times we have had to replace the living room furniture because I accidentally blew it up. My mom doesn't mind too much, but I think I scare her sometimes."
"You should talk to some witches or something," Daniel suggested. "Are there any covens near here?"
"I would have no idea, but...I do have this crystal and something strange happen when I asked it to fid people who could help me. The crystal spun in the air and then landed on a map on this club in San Francisco."
"My dad and I used to live there," Daniel said. "I was kidnapped as a baby by the Manticore clan that my mother belonged to and my father had to steal me back. He had these witches help him. When I go home I'll ask him about it and let you know."
"Thanks."
"At least we aren't alone anymore," Daniel told him. "I don't know too much about witch powers, but I can try and help you get them under control and I can be your demonic friend who isn't demonic...you're magical friend. We can stick by each other and be there when we need help."
Chris smiled. "Yeah. Thanks Daniel."
"Hey, what are friends for?"
