Hi all! Wow, I seem to have shocked many of you with the little Andrew/Vera break up. But as you know, nothing in S&W is as it seems. Lol. Everything changes, but that doesn't mean they are to stay ;) I mean… (zips mouth) I d..d..n..sy…nthg.
Okay well, since we can't reply to reviews anymore, I'll just say one BIG thank you to everyone who reviewed.
Oh yes, I'm SO SORRY it's taken me so long to update. My life has been so busy right now. Anywho, here's chapter 29 (finally) of S&W. Enjoy!
Nicole dark orbed in to the apartment which was currently occupied by a certain Darklighter and his brother's pet kitty. Nicole smirked at the sight she saw as she peered out of the bedroom, and in to the main room. There, on the floor, sat a shaggy brown haired man twirling a piece of string. His dark brown eyes glistened as the black and white furred cat swatted and pawed at the string. When the cat whacked Duncan's nose, Nicole couldn't help but laugh.
At the sound of hearing a woman laugh, Duncan's head shot up and his eyes darted around the room, looking for the person. He slowly rose from his sitting form. He conjured his Darklighter bow, which appeared in his right palm from a puff of thin black smoke.
"Who's there?" Duncan called out, scaring Jarl. "Show yourself!"
He whizzed around the apartment, looking for the intruder. Duncan gradually made his way to his bedroom. He stopped in front of the closed door; he heard breathing. The male Darklighter lifted the bow, swiftly opened the door, and pulled the trigger. Nicole, who knew Duncan was on the opposite side of the door, vanished in a cloud of black orbs when he shot the arrow. Duncan froze when he saw dark orbs. Someone, or rather another dark warrior, was after him. He spun around quickly, only to stop abruptly when Nicole used her telekinesis to keep her fellow Darklighter from moving.
"Duncan," she spoke, "why would you want to shoot an arrow at me?" Nicole shook her finger and Duncan rapidly rose into the air, his legs draped in the air along with his arms. "I only came because the Boss told me to."
Nicole's long coat dragged on the floor as she turned her back to Duncan and walked toward the old, torn up, gray couch. When the blonde haired Darklighter began to stroll to her destination, Duncan unwillingly followed her through the air. Once Nicole sat down on the sofa, Duncan spoke.
"Nicole, put me down now." He said.
"Hmm? Oh yeah, sure." Nicole waved her hands and Duncan dropped to the ground with a thud. He sat up and rubbed his head.
"Thanks," he sarcastically said. "What do you want from me?" Duncan asked harshly.
Nicole sighed and smiled, "Now, now. No need to be hostile. I was sent to check up on you."
"Great, so the Boss is spying on me now, is that it?" the Darklighter alleged. He walked towards Jarl, who was sitting on the window ledge, looking out into the gloomy city of San Francisco that was being rained on. Duncan began to pet the black and white kitten.
Nicole rested her head on her hands. "You know, the Underworld hasn't been the same since you left."
"Yeah?" Duncan groaned, "Well get used to it. I'm not going back. I've been harassed by Avatars to join the Collective, I find out my brother and I are some 'the One' thing, and my love life with Jess is like a freaking rollercoaster. And frankly, I'd go through all of that again instead of going back to the Underworld and the Boss."
Nicole pouted, "Aww, you're no fun. You need to lighten up a bit Duncan. Maybe you should give up on winning back your half-breed girlfriend."
"Don't call her a half-breed. Don't call anyone a half-breed. It's rude." Duncan stated angrily.
"You're rude." Nicole retorted, somewhat childishly.
Duncan's jaw dropped in surprise, "How am I rude? You're the one that came in here uninvited and said you're supposed to check up on me."
"Yeah, that's true." She agreed. The female Darklighter then stood up and became eye to eye with her fellow dark warrior, "However, I'm not the one who left the pack when we were in need."
"In need of what? Killing more innocent people and Whitelighters?" he snapped back.
"No," Nicole said quietly, "when we were in need of life."
"Kyle what is going on?" Paige asked her Whitelighter husband once they had fully materialized from the orbs. They had appeared in their bedroom. Paige walked over to the bed and sat down. "Well?" She waited for Kyle to explain. Kyle's eyes glowed for a second, then returned back to his regular deep blue. Paige noticed this, and questioned, "Honey, are you okay?"
"Okay?" He snarled, "I'm better than okay. I'm going to be the most well respected demon in the world. Why you ask?" He lifted Paige up from the bed by her neck and pushed her against the wall, choking her, "Because I will have killed the youngest Charmed One and the Divine Amity!"
"Who…are…you?" Paige asked between breaths.
The Kyle impersonator whispered loud enough for the youngest Halliwell to hear him, "You're killer."
Paige scrunched up her face and gasped for air. No way was she going down without a fight. "Lamp," she hoarsely called. The lamp turned in to blue and white orbs and flew at 'Kyle's' head. The demon instantly let go of Paige's throat and fell the ground.
"Okay baby, show me some of the powers you possess",Paige whispered to the child in her womb. She stepped on top of him, and accessing her child's powers, created an orb ball. "Who sent you?" she threatened.
"Wouldn't you like to know." He spat at Paige's shoe.
"Yeah, I would. So I'll ask you again. Who sent you?" Paige pressed harder against the demon's throat with her shoe.
He sputtered, "I ain't telling."
"Fine," she said, giving up slightly. "Then tell me how you acquired the power of orbing, demon."
He snarled, and then chuckled. The demon smirked. He may have looked like Kyle, but he definitely did not act like Paige's husband. "Why don't you go check up on your Whitelighter? Leo I believe his name is." The demon smirked again, "I don't think he's going to be your guide anymore."
At that comment, Paige knew how the demon orbed. He stole the power from Leo, which meant that her brother-in-law was in need. She squinted her eyes as she threw the orb ball, which resided in her right hand, at the demon. It immediately vanquished him.
"Now, time to find Leo." said the Charmed One. Paige dashed out of her room, and searched the house for Leo.
Vera ran. That's all she did; she ran. She ran from her friends, she ran from her Whitelighter, but most importantly, she ran from her family. Where Vera ran to, however, was the most bizarre place anyone would think of…if they were her. The Whitelighter/witch went to a place where she thought she got rid of a long time ago. That place, in all actuality, was really a person. A person she held on to for support, protection, and guidance. That person was a man named James Keith.
Vera walked through the stormy weather which she had created, following the break up of her relationship with Andrew. She entered the city's cemetery and strolled through the many tombstones which belonged to the deceased loved ones of people in San Francisco. Vera came across the headstone she was looking for; her father's. She looked down on the stone tablet and ran her hand over the letters which were covered with moss.
"James Keith
Died February 16, 2005
Loved By His Daughter
Rest In Peace"
Vera knelt down in front of the stone and became parallel with it. She just sat there and stared her father's grave. The rain still pelted down on the ground and the wind began to pick up speed. The autumn leaves on the ground danced around Vera in the wind. There had been only a select few times when Vera's power of geokinesis and hydrokinesis merged together and actually created a heavy storm. The most recent one, excluding the storm going on that instant, was when the Avatars captured her. Salty, clear tears dropped from her eyes onto the grass near the gravestone.
"Dad," she cried desperately, "how could you do this to me? How could you leave me? I needed you! I still need you! You shouldn't have left. It's not fair! Come back to me, please! I can't go on any longer without you."
Vera collapsed on her father's memorial. Her cry of pain and loneliness was muffled by the wind, making it impossible for anyone to hear her. But then, he came…
Dustin's eyes widened as he heard Odin answer his question. His jaw slowly dropped as he digested the new information. Only one brother would survive this ordeal.
"You…you're meaning to tell me that either Duncan or I won't survive this process?" Dustin questioned the two Elders. "How are we supposed to choose? Just, draw straws?" he said sarcastically.
"No," Sandra clarified, "we do not want you to just draw straws. We know it isn't that simple. You and Duncan will have to decide who will be the dominate one. Whatever you and your brother choose, we will follow through. Just tell us your verdict."
Dustin let a loud sigh escape his mouth. The sigh was a mix of confusion, anxiousness, and frustration. There was no way Duncan was going to like what the two of them had to do. Dustin's worried face was the last thing Odin and Sandra saw before he dissolved in the jingling orbs.
Piper jogged up to the door to the Halliwell Manor. She didn't know why, but there was a nagging feeling inside of her that told her something had happened to Leo, or worse, Wyatt and Chris. She dug through her purse to find her keys, and finally found what she was looking for. Nervousness getting the best of her, Piper began to fumble with the metal keys, trying to locate the house key. Once she found it, she pushed the key in to the keyhole and opened the door. What Piper saw however, was not something she had ever wanted to see. There, on the floor, was her husband. Leo had no blood or cuts on his body, nor did he look like he had actually gotten hurt. Piper ran to her lover's side and lifted his head on to her lap.
"Leo!" she lightly tapped his cheek, trying to get him to open his eyes. "Leo, please say something. If you can hear me, please talk to me. Leo…" she cried.
When Leo didn't move a muscle, Piper became even more worried. Her husband, the love of her life, could be dead. She put two fingers on his wrist and checked for a pulse. Luckily, there was a faint one. Piper's long brunette hair draped over her face as she bent down to kiss Leo's forehead.
"Kyle…Paige…anyone?" she called. Someone needed to heal Leo, and fast.
As called, Paige came bounding down the stairs. She had been searching the top half of the Manor for Leo, and was happy to see that he was in Piper's arms. When she caught sight of Leo's condition, Paige was more worried than happy.
Piper called out to her sister, "Paige, heal Leo! He's starting to slip away!"
Paige ran to her brother-in-law and bent down next to him. "He'll be alright Piper." She hovered her hands over the former Whitelighter. The familiar golden glow of the healing power drifted under Paige's hands. Leo slowly opened his eyes.
"Piper…" he said softly, "What happened?"
"I…I don't know…" she replied. "But you're okay now." Piper hung on to Leo with all her might.
"I think I know what happened." Paige said. She bit her lip when both Leo and Piper looked at her. "Well, there was a demon that shape shifted to look like Kyle. Then he said that he took the powers of a Whitelighter from Leo. But that's all I really know."
Leo's head dropped and he sighed, "Are you saying my powers are gone?" When Paige shrugged, he continued. "I don't think I'm a Whitelighter anymore."
Yay, finally I have chapter 29 done! Hopefully I won't keep you all waiting this long again for the next chapter. Yea, I was originally going to have more, but I felt bad that it's been a while since I updated, so I put the rest in chapter 30. lol.
Okay readers, until next chapter!
-3ms