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your tiny little brains that I don't own Charmed? Charmed belongs to the WB
and Spelling TV, blah, blah, blah you know the rest.
A/N: This is set about 20 yrs in the future where Chris comes from, and focuses more on Melinda who is about 14.
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'God; it seems as though I've been running round the same street since nightfall. I've been trying to escape, trying to find somewhere safe-a sanctuary somewhere where I can hide from him. I know I shouldn't be afraid of him, but he's turned into my worst nightmare, the biggest, darkest evil and what scares me most is that he's my brother and part of me still loves him. And damn you Chris! Why did you leave me here all alone?' I thought to myself, with tears streaming down my face and my feet thudding against the ground occasionally landing in a puddle. By now I could hardly see, let alone think, I just had to find it.
For my whole life I'd had Chris looking out for me, protecting me, just like a big brother should, but Wy... he's different, he's changed so much-if they could see him now he'd be in so much trouble. If they were here maybe things would all be different...if they were here we'd all be happy and the world wouldn't be at risk, I tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen and they tried to help her, but it was taking to long to heal her, then Dad stopped, shortly after Paige, Chris and Wy stopped too, I yelled at them to go on I even tried to help, but heck I was only four. How was I supposed to understand, how was I even supposed to go on? I knew as soon as I looked up at Dad and saw him crying into her chest that nothing would be the same again, but I thought over time things would get better, that we'd learn to live. I don't think anyone could have guessed what was going to happen next, not even the darkest demons of that time, not even Wyatt himself. No- one knew that that day was the beginning of it, after the day that...Mom died, the day that broke up the power of three. No-one knew that in that minute the whole world had started to descend into the fiery depths of hell. That's why Chris went back, to try and stop this all this from happening, if only he could stop Mom from dying. But I only wish he'd taken me with him. Chris had raised my hopes, but know I was starting to think I may never see my brother again, he'd left me alone in what was know a living hell and part of me hated him for it; but I understood why he had to go and I really wish somehow he helps save them, but I still wish with all my heart that he'd taken me with him. I don't want to seem selfish but I hardly remember any of them especially Mom, because I was only four, mostly I just remember the pain and the feeling of loss, but Chris he was 9 almost 10 when it happened and Wyatt was 11, the one thing I'll never know is exactly what made my oldest brother turn evil. It's quite funny he swears on the bloody bible and the graves of our family that he's not evil-that there's only one thing that matters, power, put he's evil, I know it and so does the rest of the world-or what's left of it and deep down I reckon that some part of him however big or small knows that he's changed into something worse than any of us could ever have dreamed.
I just stopped, staring at the large red Victorian house that was standing in front of me. Finally I'd found what I'd been looking for all night, it looked practically the same as it used to from the outside, except the front yard was messy with overgrown plants and stuff.
I sighed and slowly walked up the steps towards the front door of the manor. I reached the front door and prised it open and then I stepped inside. At first it seemed as though everything was just as we'd left it all those years ago, after Wyatt first turned. Then as I took it all in looking around I realised that the place had been torn apart, it looked as if World War Three had taken place right in the living room! I ran up the stairs heading towards what was my room. But just before I got there I saw Mom and Dad's bedroom door, I walked over and pushed open the door, I walked over to the bed-this was the one room I hadn't been in for over 9 years. Less than a year after Mom...a demon came and killed my aunts and a dark lighter killed Dad, after that we'd never dared go in there. It still smelt very faintly of Dad. I looked around and saw all the photos; photos of Mom, Phoebe and Prue, ones with Mom, Phoebe and Paige, ones with just Mom and Dad, pictures of me and my brothers as babies. There was even that family portrait taken a couple of months before Mom died, it had Phoebe, Paige, Mom, Dad, Chris, Wyatt and me in it, I remembered the day it was taken we were all so happy and the world came crashing down.
I soon went on to find my room, it had been painted purple and their were pictures of mystical creatures like faeries and unicorns on the walls, I walked over to my bed and picked up the teddy bear that lay on top of it. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged the bear tight and I cried so hard.
I cried so hard that I didn't see the gold and white orbs entering my room, taking the shape of someone very familiar. It wasn't until I tilted my head up and brushed the hair off of my face that I realised I wasn't alone, I saw her and I just froze. I couldn't believe it after all this time of longing to see her again, all this time of being alone; she was standing right in front of me in her corporal form. After just staring at her for a few minutes I finally found the words to say something.
"M...Mom is that really you? I'm not just imagining this am I?"
"No Mel, it really is me. I'm so sorry I left you all alone and I'm even more sorry for what your brother has turned into. I never imagined he'd turn out like this. But I'm so proud of you for staying strong; if it was me I don't know how I would have coped." Mom said as she sat down on the bed pulling me into a hug. It felt so good to be in her arms again, I wanted her to stay here forever with me, but I knew that couldn't happen; soon she'd be taken away from me again.
I still remember the day I was last held in her arms, the day she died as if it was yesterday. And just being there in her arms in the only place I ever wanted to be, I couldn't help but relive what happened all those years ago.
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A/N: I hoped you all liked this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, and so you better have. The next chapter won't be from anyone's POV, so I'm just warning you, and it'll be like a flashback kinda think-but really long.
Anyway you all know what to do, so go push that lil' review button.
A/N: This is set about 20 yrs in the future where Chris comes from, and focuses more on Melinda who is about 14.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Mel's POV
'God; it seems as though I've been running round the same street since nightfall. I've been trying to escape, trying to find somewhere safe-a sanctuary somewhere where I can hide from him. I know I shouldn't be afraid of him, but he's turned into my worst nightmare, the biggest, darkest evil and what scares me most is that he's my brother and part of me still loves him. And damn you Chris! Why did you leave me here all alone?' I thought to myself, with tears streaming down my face and my feet thudding against the ground occasionally landing in a puddle. By now I could hardly see, let alone think, I just had to find it.
For my whole life I'd had Chris looking out for me, protecting me, just like a big brother should, but Wy... he's different, he's changed so much-if they could see him now he'd be in so much trouble. If they were here maybe things would all be different...if they were here we'd all be happy and the world wouldn't be at risk, I tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen and they tried to help her, but it was taking to long to heal her, then Dad stopped, shortly after Paige, Chris and Wy stopped too, I yelled at them to go on I even tried to help, but heck I was only four. How was I supposed to understand, how was I even supposed to go on? I knew as soon as I looked up at Dad and saw him crying into her chest that nothing would be the same again, but I thought over time things would get better, that we'd learn to live. I don't think anyone could have guessed what was going to happen next, not even the darkest demons of that time, not even Wyatt himself. No- one knew that that day was the beginning of it, after the day that...Mom died, the day that broke up the power of three. No-one knew that in that minute the whole world had started to descend into the fiery depths of hell. That's why Chris went back, to try and stop this all this from happening, if only he could stop Mom from dying. But I only wish he'd taken me with him. Chris had raised my hopes, but know I was starting to think I may never see my brother again, he'd left me alone in what was know a living hell and part of me hated him for it; but I understood why he had to go and I really wish somehow he helps save them, but I still wish with all my heart that he'd taken me with him. I don't want to seem selfish but I hardly remember any of them especially Mom, because I was only four, mostly I just remember the pain and the feeling of loss, but Chris he was 9 almost 10 when it happened and Wyatt was 11, the one thing I'll never know is exactly what made my oldest brother turn evil. It's quite funny he swears on the bloody bible and the graves of our family that he's not evil-that there's only one thing that matters, power, put he's evil, I know it and so does the rest of the world-or what's left of it and deep down I reckon that some part of him however big or small knows that he's changed into something worse than any of us could ever have dreamed.
I just stopped, staring at the large red Victorian house that was standing in front of me. Finally I'd found what I'd been looking for all night, it looked practically the same as it used to from the outside, except the front yard was messy with overgrown plants and stuff.
I sighed and slowly walked up the steps towards the front door of the manor. I reached the front door and prised it open and then I stepped inside. At first it seemed as though everything was just as we'd left it all those years ago, after Wyatt first turned. Then as I took it all in looking around I realised that the place had been torn apart, it looked as if World War Three had taken place right in the living room! I ran up the stairs heading towards what was my room. But just before I got there I saw Mom and Dad's bedroom door, I walked over and pushed open the door, I walked over to the bed-this was the one room I hadn't been in for over 9 years. Less than a year after Mom...a demon came and killed my aunts and a dark lighter killed Dad, after that we'd never dared go in there. It still smelt very faintly of Dad. I looked around and saw all the photos; photos of Mom, Phoebe and Prue, ones with Mom, Phoebe and Paige, ones with just Mom and Dad, pictures of me and my brothers as babies. There was even that family portrait taken a couple of months before Mom died, it had Phoebe, Paige, Mom, Dad, Chris, Wyatt and me in it, I remembered the day it was taken we were all so happy and the world came crashing down.
I soon went on to find my room, it had been painted purple and their were pictures of mystical creatures like faeries and unicorns on the walls, I walked over to my bed and picked up the teddy bear that lay on top of it. I brought my knees to my chest and hugged the bear tight and I cried so hard.
I cried so hard that I didn't see the gold and white orbs entering my room, taking the shape of someone very familiar. It wasn't until I tilted my head up and brushed the hair off of my face that I realised I wasn't alone, I saw her and I just froze. I couldn't believe it after all this time of longing to see her again, all this time of being alone; she was standing right in front of me in her corporal form. After just staring at her for a few minutes I finally found the words to say something.
"M...Mom is that really you? I'm not just imagining this am I?"
"No Mel, it really is me. I'm so sorry I left you all alone and I'm even more sorry for what your brother has turned into. I never imagined he'd turn out like this. But I'm so proud of you for staying strong; if it was me I don't know how I would have coped." Mom said as she sat down on the bed pulling me into a hug. It felt so good to be in her arms again, I wanted her to stay here forever with me, but I knew that couldn't happen; soon she'd be taken away from me again.
I still remember the day I was last held in her arms, the day she died as if it was yesterday. And just being there in her arms in the only place I ever wanted to be, I couldn't help but relive what happened all those years ago.
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A/N: I hoped you all liked this chapter, I enjoyed writing it, and so you better have. The next chapter won't be from anyone's POV, so I'm just warning you, and it'll be like a flashback kinda think-but really long.
Anyway you all know what to do, so go push that lil' review button.