The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 7: One of Us
"Deception, Disgrace, Evil as plain as the scar on his face" -Lion King Two Soundtrack
Kyra awoke in the morning to a soft knock on the door. Much to her dismay, the annoying sound would not let her return to her sleep. She groaned and threw the warm confortable covers off of herself and tried to shake off sleep as she walked to the door. After what seemed like eternity she got to the door and nearly flung it open.
"What?" she growled. She was an absoulute bear in the morning and hated being disturbed.
"We picked up an innocent last night and was wondering if you could watch her? Prue has work and a pipe blew at the club last night that Piper has to see to, and I have to talk to the police." Phoebe explained. Kyra grumbled and nodded. "Great! Someone should be home in a few hours. She's sleeping on the couch in the conservitory, and Gideon said you don't have school today so we don't have to worry about that." Kyra nodded agian as Phoebe summed up her speech and said goodbye. Not even closing the door the sleepy girl stumbled back over to her bed and fell into the land of unconsiousness.
The door clicked closed and she listened for a bit. She couldn't hear anyone nearby. Deeming it safe she opened her eyes and almost closed them immediatly after. The lights were blinding and she bit back a hiss. She sat up slowly and walked from the ridiculously sunny room into a dim living room and blinked the spots from her eyes. She took her time to look around.
Everything looked plain and simple. Nothing gave away the fact that three of the most powerful witches in America lived in this very house. She reached up into her hair and pulled out a brown ribbon and mumbled a few words. The ribbon transformed itself into a stick, a wand to be persise. She took the back of a random paper from the kitchen and quickly scribbled, '12', and tapped it with her wand, mumbling something else. It disappeared from her every hands, and with a smile on her face she turned the wand back into a ribbon.
She began to poke around a bit, looking through the drawers of various rooms. Bills, invitations, cards, and other household documents were everywhere. "Where is the magical stuff?" She growled to herself. She ascended the stairs quietly and winced when the middle step groaned loudly. It didn't stur anything, so she continued. All the doors were closed, and she heard nothing behind them. Where was the girls room?
She climbed another set of steps and found that the door at the end of the hall was open slightly. She kept her footsteps quiet and poked her head in the room. There she was, her face passive in sleep. The confeder was pulled up under her chin, and her thick hair was fanned out to one side of her. While sleeping she resembled a normal human. No magic could be sensed from her, she was just...a teenaged muggle.
She jumped when Kyra moved to turn over. Taking that as her que, she left the room. She didn't see a mark, and didn''t want to take the chance to try. She would need to stay for a few more days. Faliure was not an option. He trusted her with this task and it was one she was going to complete.
Leo orbed into the kitchen to find the most unfamiliar person digging in the fridge. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice stern. The person jumped nearly sky high and gasped.
"Where'd you come from?" she asked. She didn't have to put on a front to be shocked. Should she reach for her wand?
"Dosn't matter, who are you?" he asked.
"Re-rebecca. Those women, they saved me yesterday. They told me to stay here but they mentioned nothing about you!" She kept the scared act. This was their gaurdian, as she was told.
"Ohh...Well, I'm Leo, one of the sister's husbands. Sorry to scare you," he apoligized. He could feel the blush creep up on his cheeks, Piper was going to kill him if she found out that he almost blew their cover. Rebecca only nodded and left the kitchen for the living room. How do they work that TV thing agian?
As promised Phoebe was home a little later. She found Kyra in her room studying as usual and Rebecca eating in the kitchen. Leo was on the couch watching TV.
"That's odd, I haven't seen you watch TV since we were infected with the Sins," she joked. Leo chuckled.
"Yea, well, there's nothing to do. Piper is busy chopping peoples heads off at the club so I decided to bug her another time." Phoebe put her hand on her hip and looked into her brother-in-laws face with suspision.
"Wait, what's going on? The only time you avoid Piper at any time is when you have something to tell her that might piss her off."
"At this rate anything will piss her off. You've never been blown up before! It may not kill me but it hurts still," he complained. Phoebe's eyes turned to slits. "Alright, alright. I was talking to the Elders," he started. Phoebe let out a small gasp and sat down next to him.
"It's not about Wyatt is it?" she asked shyly. Leo shook his head.
"No, it's about Kyra. They said that there was a day when they sensed enormous power. It's not good, or bad, its just power. Normally, neutral power is dangerous because it can be used by either side, like the Hollow or the Nexus. But they said the power already belongs to someone, not something. Which means that the power belongs to a human."
"I thought neutral power can't be owned,"
"That's the thing, it can't. It only seeks out those with power. That's why both the Hollow and the Nexus threatens to consme who ever uses it, and thats why their both sealed."
"So what's this got to do with Kyra?" Phoebe asked, her face grave. She had grown to like the girl in the past few days. She didn't talk much but the fire in her eyes made Phoebe develop a sort of respect for her.
"Well, that neutral power came from her. They've been watching her closely, and as she slept the first night she was here she was restless, and gave off faint traces of that power. She can be swayed either way, good or evil, and that makes her a danger." The look in his blue eyes told Phoebe the rest of the story. Her jaw clenched and she struggled to control a growl that wanted so badly to leave her chest.
"So can I, does that make me a danger?" She rubbed her forehead and sighed. "What do they want us to do? Give her back? We can't...I promised her..." she trailed off, her eyes becoming dull with memory.
FLASHBACK
It was a full moon out, Phoebes favorite time. It was when the skies glowed and the puriest of light showed all of the darkest of corners. She sat in the side yard off the conservitory with a tan sweater to protect her from the chilly night. Her back was to the house and her head just below the headrest of the lawn chair. She had no clue how long she had been sitting out there when the glass door creaked open. She looked up to see Kyra, her eyes wet and dreamy. The wind tossled her hair and the moonlight made her skin look pale and her eyes dark. She breathed in the night's air and let a smlie drift onto her lips with the breeze.
"Hey," Phoebe greeted. Kyra jumped, not seeing her sitting there.
"Hi," she said back, her voice sad. Phoebe scooted over a bit and patted the seat. Slowly, Kyra took it while wiping her eyes.
"What's wrong?" Phoebe asked her.
"Nothing," she lied. Feelings of hesitation, anxiety, and sorrow entered Phoebe's heart.
"You know, it's no use lying to an empath." Kyra looked up at the older woman, her eyes searching her soul. Phoebe guessed she found what she had been loking for, for she began to cry agian.
"I'm not long for this place," she said cripticly "They'll find me soon enough, and they'll kill anyone who gets in their way."
"We'll protect you Kyra," the girl began to shake her head, her thick wavy hair falling over her shoulders.
"You don't understand, magic in Britian, the things they are capable of...there are dark wizards..."
"We have those here too, excpet their called demons," Phoebe tried to understand, but with the girl trying to hold her sobs and her british accent it was becoming difficult.
"It's bad enough you had to loose Wyatt just to have me here. Why would your High Counclers do that if you could protect me so well? Isn't he a toddler? You've had him for two years and he's fine. But I come along and they take him."
"It was a precaution. Piper can get emotional, actually we all can, about Wyatt, and-"
"It's not about Wyatt, it's about me! Phoebe, I know what the prophecy means, I don't know when, but I know what. It basiclly says that the child I'm going to have will be the other Dark Lord."
"Your pregnant?"
"No, but apparently I will be in the future." Kyra let out a dark laugh, one that held no humour at all. "I can't even have a chance at a normal life. Well, normal for a witch anyway." She sniffled and looked to the sky. "Nope, my child will be the end of the world. It sucks, it means I have to be suspisous of everyone and always have someone watch me."
"Well, the guys atleast, right?" Kyra shook her head.
"He can disguise himself, he can have people working for him, by will or force. He probably expects me to trust women because of that reason...I have no one. Only a brother, who is 'destined' to kill the origanal Dark Lord. From what he tells me, the origanal Dark Lord is the one who killed my parents and my headmistress. He's attacked Harry about 3 times already, and last summer he was reborn." A look of confusion crossed Phoebe's face. "The whole rebirth thing is very complicated," Kyra said in a tone that said she did not want to elaborate. "Phoebe," she said seriously "you must promise me that you cannot tell anyone. You, Harry, Dumbledore, and I are the only ones who know the true meaning. Dumbledore has the whole Order looking out for the Dark Lord so there's nothing to worry about."
"Then why are you crying?" Phoebe asked.
"Stress, I never let my emotions play about things that bother me until they build up and come out anyway. It's my stupidity. Promise me Phoebe, that you will not tell, not even your sisters or Leo."
"I can't keep that from them, they need to know."
"No, they don't. The objective is to protect me. That specific information about the telling dosn't fall into that catagory, they need not know. I wasn't even supposed to tell you." Phoebe was torn. She had a duty to her sisters but one to her innocents too. Kyra was right about the protection thing, and how could she say no to the girl?
"Fine, but if worst comes to worst," she warned. Kyra nodded in agreement and her face became wet agian.
"Thank you Phoebe," she said softly "And I'm sorry for being so rotten to you before. I was a pure cow and-"
"It's alright," Phoebe smiled when Kyra layed her head gently on her shoulder. "I promise you Kyra, we will protect you. I'll make sure we do everything we can," Kyra smiled.
They sat in silence for a few minutes.Kyra's thoughts were flying everywhere and some of them pushed tears from her eyes. 'She seems like such a sad girl,' Phoebe thought 'then agian, if I had her fate I'd be too...'
As if reading her thoughts, Kyra began to speak. "I tried to end it myself once, a few years back. I think I was 13 or so. I figured if there was no me then I wouldn't have to worry about anything." A sad smile crossed her beautiful face once more. "I best learn by trial and error, so I kept the scars to remind me of that error." Phoebe looked down and noticed the deep old scar on her left wrist that was about 3 inches long.
"I'm glad it didn't work," Phoebe offered, not knowing what to say. Panic, anger, and sorrow crossed her all at once at the sight of the ugly scar. But what sould she do?
"I am too...sometimes..." Kyra whispered. Phoebe said nothing to it, but found that as they continued to stare into the moon, which had now found it's way over the bay, that tears slipped from her eyes also due to the emotions from the girl who trusted her with her darkest secrets. Yes, she would protect her, she would give her that life that she was fighting so hard for.
END FLASHBACK
"Phoebe," Leo snapped her out of her thoughts, "I know your emotionally attached to her. But she is an innocent before she is your friend."
"She just wants a normal life Leo, that's all. I promised I'd give it to her, and if the Elders even consider killing her-"
"The Elders don't want to kill her, at first." Phoebe gave him a hard stare. "They want you to bind her. Look, British witches and wizards posses power in their blood which enables them to use their wands. But the neutral power seems to be coming from her heart."
"So they want us to bind her? And if it dosn't work they want us the vanquish her?" Leo gave her a grave look. "Leo she's a teenaged girl not a demon! Screw them, they need another solution!"
"Phoebe it's not only the Dark Lord that will take advantage of her but any other evil!"
"But if she's as powerful as they say then she won't be swayed by just anyone! She's not dum!"
"She's a teenager Phoebe, the most difficult time in ones life! Not only that but she's a girl! Think how easy it was for Cole to-"
"Don't bring my mistakes into this!"
"Listen, you made a mistake as a mature woman! She's only a teenager, she'll be little easier to convince!" Phoebe's voice lowered in her stubborness.
"She won't fall for it Leo, I know she won't. And I'm not binding her,"
"But the Elders-"
"SCREW THE DAM ELDERS!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. She was so mad she couldn't tell that Prue had came home and walked into the room.
"Whoa, what's going on?" she asked. Phoebe gave Leo a hard, cold stare and stormed out. Prue attempted to get a hold of her arm and failed. Phoebe twisted out of it with little effort and continued walking without looking back. She looked to Leo for and explaination. The man sighed and recomposed himself- sometimes he hated his job.
A man with black robes walked through the bussiness building, his hood up and steps slow but meaningful. He came to a security desk where a muscular man sat looking menicing. Without a second thought, the man whipped out his wand and hissed "Avada Kedavara!" The green light shot out and hit the man square in the chest and knocked him out his chair. The robed man mearly stepped over him and walked into the only office on the floor without knocking.
The man sitting behind the desk looked at the robed figure with mild amusement. "Who are you?" he asked, confidence flowing throughout his whole being.
"I am a man who is offering you great power," The man behind the desk laughed a deep, hard laugh that dripped with sarcasm. He ran a large rough hand through his black hair.
"I already have great power. But I will ask agian, who are you?"
"I am Lord Voldemort, and I have a proposition for you that will offer you even greater power. It can also eliminate the Charmed Ones, but I'll need your help." The man raised his eyebrows and smiled lowly. With a flick of his hand the office door swung closed and a barrier of fire was created to prevent easedroppers. His eyes were consumed with fire before they turned black completly, and he motioned for Voldemort to sit down.
"What can I do for you?" he asked. Many plans forming in his mind. His reign might have just have gotten more intresting.