A/N. This chapter is written in third person. I've updated the first chapter and my profile to include some more powers of Lacy's. Also, I've changed a few of my character pics on my profile if you wanted to check them out.
Chapter 8
Waves rippled in the air as Morgan shimmered back into the living room of her home. Immediately she dropped to the ground, clutching the wound Prue had inflicted. Crimson red blood trickled between her fingers and onto the already stained, worn carpet.
"Jude, Ryan!" Morgan called weakly. She was losing strength and fast.
"What happened," Ryan demanded, suddenly appearing and crouching by his sister's side.
"One of the little witches got me," Morgan spat.
"Here." Ryan slipped out of his shirt and pressed it hard against the gaping hole. "We need to stop the bleeding. What caused the wound?"
"Normal knife," Morgan gasped, each syllable punctured with pain.
"Good, no athame. Should be easy to heal," Ryan muttered, as if thinking aloud. He took Morgan's hand and placed it where his own had been, over the shirt, which was already seeped in blood. "Hold this here while I get Ovin."
Morgan watched her brother leave, and within a minute he had returned. The man next to him was instantly at her side, removing the soaking shirt. He studied the injury before reaching into a vast black bag at Ryan's feet.
"Is it bad?" Ryan asked.
"It's deep, must have been inflicted with some force," the healer known as Ovin replied.
"Telekinesis. Halliwell," Morgan rasped.
"Ahh. That explains it." Ovin withdrew a small bottle of a black tar like substance from the bag. He uncorked the lid and an acrid scent filled the room, making Ryan choke. "Strong, isn't it?" Ovin asked with the trace of a smile. "Made from the blood of a dragon. Nasty creatures." The healer poked two fingers into the ointment and smeared it on the wound.
Morgan cried out in pain as the cooling substance made contact with her skin. Soon though, the searing pain was lessened and she relaxed.
"Better?" Ovin asked.
"Much."
"Good." The healer stood up and directed his instructions to Ryan. "Apply this morning and evening for the next week. Keep the wound clean and Morgan rested."
Ryan nodded and took the bottle from Ovin before the demon healer picked up his bag and left.
"Come on." Ryan heaved Morgan to her feet and lifted her to the sofa, where he laid her gently.
Morgan immediately began to rise, but her brother forced her back down.
"You heard Ovin. Rest."
"But what about the plan?"
"Don't worry. Jude and I can take care of it."
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Callie tapped her blunt fingernails against the chipped wood of the dining table, not paying any attention to the murmur of voices around her. The table had been around even longer than she had, and had survived more demon attacks, just like most other things in the house. The grandfather clock, for instance, had been damaged in nearly every attack, and it was still here, chiming away. Everything always bounced back, especially the family themselves, so what had everyone worried about this new threat?
A sharp elbow dug into Callie's ribs from her left, nudging her back into an upright position and drawing her attention firmly to the here and now.
"Ow!" The youngest sibling hissed.
"Sorry," Chris apologised softly. "Your head was beginning to droop."
"Oh, thanks. So, what's been said?"
"Not a whole lot," Chris replied in hushed tones. "Just the same as earlier: how powerful the demons are and how we should be careful."
"Careful, right. Got it."
"Chris, Callie. Are you listening?" Leo demanded.
"Huh?" The brother and sister blurted out in unison.
"Just what I thought," Leo muttered as Wyatt and Lacy sniggered.
"Kids this isn't funny," Piper admonished. "We called this meeting to discuss the new demons."
"But all we've done so far is repeat what was said earlier," Wyatt pointed out.
"It's important to go over the facts in case we miss anything," Leo explained patiently.
"But we don't know anything!" Lacy complained.
"Don't we?" Piper asked. She knew this was frustrating for the kids, but they had to learn to do this properly for when they took over the major demon threats. "Think."
"Well… we know they both have black tribal markings on their faces, and that one seemed to be female," Lacy realised.
"They've got the power to shimmer, conjure energy balls and they're immune to our powers," Callie added.
"And we're the only ones that haven't been attacked," Wyatt concluded.
"I think that's about to change!" Chris cried as a ripple disturbed the air.
The demon had - surprise - black tribal markings etched across the surface of his blood red skin. He was at least six-foot tall with bulging muscles and a bald head. It was the demon who had attacked Paige's family.
"Perfect," Piper muttered as everyone sprang to his or her feet. "Kids, Leo, get out of here."
"No way," Chris replied. "We're staying. Dad you go."
Piper met Leo's eyes before he turned and fled. In that split second she saw the internal struggle he always felt in this situation. She knew he wanted to stay and help, to protect his family, but he had no powers and they would be in even more danger trying to protect him.
"Whoa!" Callie ducked as a fireball sailed towards her.
"Bad idea," Piper snarled, throwing up her hands. A small explosion erupted in front of the demon's chest, sending him sliding across the foyer floor in the direction of the front door.
"What do we do?" Wyatt asked, dodging an energy ball.
"This," Lacy replied simply. She spread her hands in front of her and closed her eyes, concentrating as the power flowed through her. A small bubble gum pink shield emanated from her palms, growing and growing until it had surrounded all her family, creating a barrier against them and the demon.
The demon smirked as he got to his feet, clearly underestimating the power of the Twice Blessed. He fired a glowing blue energy ball, only to have it deflect straight back at him off the shield. With a growl of frustration he shimmered away. His demonic weapon sailed through the space he had occupied, scorching the wall behind him.
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The demon shimmered silently into the attic, casting a glance around. No one was there. Good, the distraction had worked.
The pale yellow skinned demon smirked to himself, his face splitting to reveal a row of jagged sharp stained teeth. The distraction of Jude's attack had been a simple yet effective one: the Halliwells were not in the attic, instead they were fighting the demon. This gave Ryan the opportunity to search through the attic for the desperately needed spell.
As he scanned the vast room, Ryan's eyes caught the infamous Book Of Shadows. There was no point him looking in there; everyone knew evil couldn't touch it. Still, it was too tempting not to try. He crept across the wooden floor, his feet never making a sound as he came to rest before the book. The half demon stretched out his hand slowly, awe-struck by the immense power radiating from the inanimate book. As his clawed hand neared, the book glowed a bright white, the colour of goodness, and slammed closed, hiding its secrets.
Ryan shrugged and moved away. What had he expected? Leaving the Halliwell's book he moved towards an old cabinet where they kept other spells, potions and information that was not in the book. Luckily he knew just where to look...
Once when he had been tutoring Lacy there had been an emergency, forcing the Twice Blessed to freeze him and leave. Because he was such a powerful demon even in human form, the freeze had not lasted long. Unfrozen, he had shimmered up to the attic, knowing that was where they would be. He had hovered outside the door, listening and peeking in and had seen one family member search this cabinet...
Yes! He had the spell they needed.
"Hey!"
Ryan spun around. Leo, Lacy's father, stood in the doorway.
'Dammit,' Ryan cursed silently. How could they have forgotten the ex Whitelighter? Never mind, the situation could easily be rectified. He swung his arm forward and let loose an energy ball.
Leo didn't have time to react before the demonic weapon had connected with his chest, sending him careening into a wall and slipping to the floor, blood trickling from his nose.
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