Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed.
A/n: You would not believe it if I even tried to explain how my brain got to this story. More author's notes at end.
Tales of December
a story by Ryeloza
Christy: December 11, 2001
Lately she had heard them whispering about sending her on a mission. Usually they thought she was sleeping when they had these discussions nearby, and she was always more than happy to play along. She learned a long time ago that the best self-preservation was to know more than they thought she knew.
Dumain, who she was more familiar with—he had been there since the beginning—had been in favor of sending her on this so-called mission for weeks now. His ally, a more recent visitor that she knew Dumain did not wholly trust, continually argued that sending Christy on the mission would revert her. He didn't want her to interact with other humans; "You saw what happened to him!" he pointed out every time. But Dumain continued to believe she had become fully ensconced.
She let Dumain keep his false beliefs. There were certain things she still remembered about before. Sometimes she still heard snatches of laughter in her dreams; whiffed a scent of pine; recalled a moment of running in joy instead of fear. These moments were always fleeting, but they made her curious. Most particularly, she remembered her sister. Not her name or her voice or the games they might have played, but her existence. When she first arrived there, they used to threaten to kidnap her sister too if Christy did not do as they asked. And some days, she knew, she wanted her sister there so badly that the threat seemed more like a promise.
If Dumain knew these things, he wouldn't trust her. More than anything, Christy longed for Dumain's complete trust, and the power that would come with that respect. She never let anything slip.
"You're a fool, Dumain!" Hurriedly, Christy shut her eyes and steadied her breathing. They must have argued elsewhere today, but something in Dumain's cohort's voice gave her hope. A different outcome, perhaps?
Dumain and the other demon entered her prison and she forced her body not tense as Dumain used his normal method of waking her: an energy ball directed at her chest. At the sudden shock, Christy sat up and looked around wildly; feigning this surprise had become a specialty. "What do you want?" she demanded, after pretending to get her bearings.
"I have a treat for you. A mission."
Christy's heart raced faster. This, finally, was her chance to find out what the murmured fights were actually about; this could finally be her chance to prove herself to Dumain once and for all and secure more freedom.
"There's someone I need you to kill. A human called Cole Turner."
A/n: I am thinking about making this into a longer story someday. Quite honestly, I never gave Christy more than a second's thought before I wrote this out. Now I'm slightly intrigued.
Anyway, great thanks to those of you who have given me feedback. I'm so glad you're enjoying these drabbles.