Fire and Demons – part 8

In this Darkest hour

A new exciting chapter. I have divided this into 2 chapters, didn't want to do a too long chapter ). Have fun


Maeve had only been asleep for a few hours when she woke up. There were no noises. She went down to the kitchen to get a glass of chocolate milk. The whole manor was dark and quiet. Kind of scary actually, but Maeve didn't get scared easily. A top of the staors on her way back she stopped for a minute. She looked down at the old clock, half an hour to midnight. She was almost eighteen and that was going to be nice. But all of a sudden a man appeared in the shadows next to her.

"Good evening, Maeve. I know someone who is very anxious to meet you."

He grabbed her arm, but Maeve struggled against him and screamed for help. But it was all in vain. The man still had a hold on her arm and they shimmered away. The shimmering gave her a queasy feeling. Now she was standing in a dark, chilly cave and Maeve, who only had Phoebe's old nightgown on felt like she was going to freeze her butt off. The man gave her a cape.

"I'm not evil. I will not serve anyone."

"Be quiet, girl. When the Source is speaking you are quiet, remember that" There was another man's voice coming from the darkness of the cave. "I've got something the Charmed Ones doesn't."

"A very cold, unfriendly cave? I can do without it."

The man stepped out of the shadows in front of her. His face was hooded and he was wearing a deep red robe. It was the man from her dream and she knew it hadn't been just a dream.

"And I can do without your wittiness. I have…"

The Source waved with his hand and a kneeling man appeared from flames.

"…your father."

It felt like a blow in her stomach. The man had tattoos in his face and she realised that this was the man on the photos. Only now he looked more like a demon with the tattoos and those icy eyes.

"You're my dad?"

She did feel a connection with him on some level, she did feel drawn to him. She took a few steps towards him and stretched out her hand. He took her hand in his and said:

"Yes, I am. I have waited 18 years for this. I want you to stay here, so we can become a family again. Like it was meant to be from the beginning."

"Why do you talk like that? I didn't think demons wanted such mortal things as a family."

"Some of us do, we all want an heir. You are of my flesh and blood. Blood will always connect us. Good or evil. But together we will both be stronger. I can teach you so much."

He looked deep in her eyes.

"Don't you want to learn more about your mother? What she was like and what really happened to her?"

The last caught Maeve's real attention.

"My beloved Farrah was killed by good witches sent by her own whitelighter. They didn't approve of her having a baby with a demon. So they killed her, or vanquished as they want to call it. But she managed to take her whitelighter with her and I'm proud that she did. And you were out of my reach. I'm so sorry for that."

"You are lying. I don't understand why a whitelighter would do something like that?"

"Because they were afraid of her power, afraid of what a family like ours could accomplish. What you would be able to do raised by a dark witch and a demon in the underworld. Raised with love."


The rest will hopefully come soon, maybe in a few days.