The Second First Born
N.B.I hope you're in it for the long haul! Please R&R! Also, disclaimer. I don't own Charmed, the show or any of the original characters.
The light shone back and forth, back and forth; running the full length of the blade, clouding his reflection for mere moments, before he sighed impatiently and replaced the atheme on the desk in front of him.What to do…? He was disturbed once again by those feelings that told him what he was doing was wrong, well…would he call them feelings? They were more like niggling doubts that gathered at the back of his mind.
He shook his head, as if to shake off all doubt, 'No…I'm doing this for the greater good,' he said, firmly. He jumped as he heard the clock chime and looking at the tarnished brass hands on the clock face, he saw that it was nine o' clock. A red –orange fire erupted in the grate at the very last stroke, and his attention was captured momentarily, before he turned back towards the blade. He picked it up once more, and contemplated using it for one fleeting moment…
There came a knock at the
door, and he dropped the atheme onto the hard surface of the desk,
where it landed with a thud. A small man, whose eyes were framed with
large glasses, poked his head around the door, 'Excuse me
sir…'
Gideon glared at him angrily, 'Sigmund, how many times
have I told you, not to disturb me!'. Sigmund entered warily, his
hands shaking as he fidgeted nervously, 'Bu…but sir, you asked me
to come.'
Gideon's face was fixed in thought, before he
uttered, 'Oh, of course. Shut the door…'. Sigmund did so and
the sat in the chair in front of Gideon's desk, perching anxiously
on the edge. Gideon gestured to the atheme in front of him, and
Sigmund looked at it confused, 'What is…?' he stammered.
Gideon
interrupted, 'This, Sigmund holds all the answers to my
problems…'
Sigmund looked blank, and Gideon let out an
exasperated sigh, 'For pity's sake…this is a blade known as
Ereptio Potentia!'
Sigmund's eyes showed a flicker of
recognition, 'Oh yes…I remember reading…'
Gideon
interrupted once again, 'It has the ability to steal powers. Hence
the name…'
Sigmund looked slightly resentful, and he sat back
in his chair, 'What has this got to do with us?'
Gideon
stood up, and began to slowly meander around the room, 'Because,
Sigmund, this atheme contains the powers of a certain Christopher
Halliwell. Without them, Chris is useless in the past, and there is
one less person to stop us getting to Wyatt!'
Sigmund says, 'But
sir, Chris is the Charmed Ones whitelighter. Surely you cannot be
responsible for leaving them misguided?'
Gideon, who had
reached the fireplace looked into the blackened grate and said, 'The
Charmed ones will get a new whitelighter; I'll see to it that they
do. And Chris can be sent home again, a simple spell should
suffice...'
Sigmund said, 'But sir, it does pose a
question…how did you get this atheme?'
Gideon said, 'Oh,
nothing to be concerning yourself with Sigmund. I got it from one of
my…contacts…'
Sigmund looked suspicious, 'Demonic,
contacts?'
Gideon said, 'I told you, one of my contacts.
Don't you see what this means? We've done it! We've managed to
change our future…our destiny! I shall no longer be…'
Sigmund
said, urgently, 'Sir…'
Gideon snapped, mid sentence, 'Don't
interrupt Sigmund!'
Sigmund said, 'Yes sir…but the atheme's
gone…'
Piper watched the swirling lights that had suddenly appeared in the centre of the crystal cage. She tightened her grip on the vial in her hand and braced herself. Leo took a step forward and stood beside Piper, resisting the urge to put a protective hand on her shoulder. Something fell with a metallic thud, and the lights disintegrated.
Piper's eyes widened, and she looked into the
crystal cage, frantically, 'Uh…Leo?
What the hell was that?'.
The atheme lay glinting on the rug, where it had just fallen. Leo
walked over cautiously, 'Is this it?' he asked Chris. Chris
walked over to the desk and picked up the handle of the shattered
atheme, studying it momentarily. He turned around to walk back, and
he found himself confronted by a pair of white-hot eyes…
He tried to cry out, tried to turn his head so he could warn his parents, but it was as if he was frozen. His mind was racing, and his concentration seemed to be captured by the demon…he couldn't let go. Darkness clouded his vision, and he felt his knees come into contact with the ground with a hollow clunk. Leo spun around as he heard this, and yelled out in horror, 'Chris!'
Piper gave
a scream, and instinctively covered her eyes as the demon flashed his
deadly gaze over to Leo. Leo had been running over to Chris; to try
and move him away from the demon, get him to safety. Now, those eyes
transfixed him…
He collapsed to the ground, his feet sinking
through the ground, and terrible voices screaming in his head;
pleading sobs and terror…
Piper turned her head away from the
demon's stare and she backed into the corner, the smoke-like
movements of the demon chasing her.
She stumbled over something hard and she tripped, falling onto her back. She could already sense the panic beginning to rise inside her body, fear pressing down upon her, restricting her breaths, so she was gasping for air. She curled herself up, trying to make herself as small as she could. Her thoughts were only on her baby, her unborn child. She waited for something, for anything to happen.
After what seemed like hours, she squinted through her tightly shut eyes, and sucked in a breath. It looked like she was surrounded by a bright blue light, swirling in an arc. She looked through the light, and she could see no sign of the demon. The light suddenly faded, and Piper blinked, trying to get her eyes used to the light. She remembered Chris and Leo, and she struggled to her feet, running quickly towards Leo. He was conscious, rubbing his aching temples with the flats of his palms.
She asked, 'Are you okay?'. He nodded accepting the hand that she offered out to him, and pulled himself to his feet. 'Chris…' uttered Piper, as she caught sight of hr son, lying crumpled and his face contorted as if in great pain. Piper kneeled beside him, and pulled his head onto her knee, looking decidedly fretful. She turned her worried eyes up to face Leo, who returned her gaze.
Paige
crawled forwards feeling her way with her hands, all the time
searching for it.
'You found it yet?' she heard Laura yell
from somewhere behind her.
Paige called back, 'No…this is ridiculous! How are we ever supposed to find anything like…yow!'
Laura
sounded worried when she called again, 'Paige…you okay?'
Paige
sat down, squeezing her hands together, hoping that the sharp, hot
pain would fade.
'Guess what?' she hollered, 'I found the
torch…'
Laura said, 'Great! Come on…'
Paige
interrupted, 'Wait it gets better…wanna know what's even
better?'
Laura said, 'Yeaah?'
Paige said bitterly,
'It's still hot…'
