The End of It All
Finding Blood
This meeting was ritual by now. Ever since Wyatt had been born, some Elder's still believed that he was a threat, that he could be turned. None of them would ever do anything to harm Wyatt though. They realised that he was the most powerful force of good, no matter what Gideon thought. A couple of Elders that shared his views however shot me a reproachful look. They didn't think I should be still amongst their ranks for what I did. That was Chris's fault. I shouldn't of done what I did after his future self's death.
The voice of Piper interrupted my thoughts. Not again, this was the second time this week. Piper can handle herself, I considered going but then Wyatt orbed in. That's strange; usually he would only take seconds to get there. Wyatt was always so committed to his Wiccan duties. It's a shame my other son couldn't be more like that. Chris was always disappearing to who knows where; probably off partying and drinking with his friends, disregarding his mother when demons attack.
The other Elders stand up, the meeting is over then. Standing up along with the others I orbed down to the manor. The sight that greeted me was not a pleasant one. The couch was splintered into a thousand pieces; furniture was strewn about the lounge room. I didn't see my wife or my eldest son. This was defiantly where Piper had been when she called. So the question is where is she now? I began running up the stairs, two at a time. I checked her room first; nothing was out of place, the attic next. There was no sign of a struggle up here; the book of shadows was in place as was everything else. Maybe a demon kidnapped Piper, but Wyatt was here. No one was as powerful as him.
Panicking, I reach out with my senses. I can't find Piper or Wyatt. I need to calm down or I will never find them. I go to the Golden Gate Bridge; I can always concentrate better here. I seem to orb into a puddle that weird, it hasn't rained recently. Looking down I see that I am not standing in water, oh no I am standing in a puddle of blood. Confused, I searched for any sign that caused such injury and the person that it came from.
Nothing. No knife or weapon of any kind was about. It must have been a demon, what else could get up without causing a commotion. The victim could still be alive, it could be Piper. Orbing a vial from the manor, I collected a sample of the blood. Taking one last look at the pool, I arrived in the attic. Grabbing the scrying crystal, I searched for the owner of the liquid. Just when I thought the person was dead the crystal landed on the San Francisco hospital. At the same time blue orbs appeared in front of me that materialised into the form of my sister in-law.
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