Un-Charmed
Summary: An AU story set in the future under the premise that Phoebe chose to stay with Cole whilst pregnant and he was the source, centres on their child Nerissa, who will eventually enter the charmed universe we know and love
Authors Note: Been a delay because I have had exams, essays and decided to re-write the first two chapters. Well anyway I am happy with this for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters you recognise, if I did I'd be rich.
Chapter 3
Closing her eyes in concentration Nerissa lifted Excalibur over her head and span it, she felt her power channel through her body and using the sword as a conduit for her powers she felt the energy rush through her fingertips and into the sword, Nessa flicked the sword an explosion occurred knocking a vial of a table across the room.
'Woo' shouted Bianca breaking into applause 'you're getting really good'
'Very talented' drawled Krishna stepping from the shadows 'so without the power of Excalibur you can what? Make a bubble pop'
Despite herself Nerissa flinched at her brother's blatant criticism.
'Here Angel' he taunted 'let me show you how to do it'
He glanced toward the table and within a second it burst into flames, he waved his hands to make the flames surround the room.
'Krishna…' Bianca warned as the flames grew closer towards Nerissa. Krishna laughed and clicked his fingers the flames drew back into him as he disappeared. Bianca glowered at the burnt floor where he had stood 'That arrogant …'
'It's ok B' Nessa cut in 'It honestly doesn't bother me anymore'
'You sure you don't want me to take him down a peg or two' Bianca laughed clenching and unclenching her fist.
Nerissa giggled, Bianca was a best friend, bodyguard and teacher all rolled into one. The Queen had hired her a couple of years previously as Bianca was a member of the Phoenix family a family of highly trained assassins whose family line could be traced directly to the Salem witch trials, they where very powerful fixated with vengeance. It was the Queens opinion that who better to fight assassins than one of their own. Bianca was wearing tight leather pants with a black corset, her long black hair was loose down her back, at first glance it would be possible to mistake her for a stripper but on her belt was a collection of herbs and potions and a sharp silver athame was tucked into her ankle boots. Nerissa wore her training clothes a simple black sports bra and shorts, it was one of the only times when she wasn't required to wear the royal robes, except of course when she was able to hunt with Bianca. Unfortunately the Queen had been disturbed by a vision a couple of weeks previously and had confined her to the grounds, although this wasn't unusual, the Queen had been having visions of Nerissa death since she was announced as heir to the throne on her thirteenth birthday.
'Nerissa' said Bianca, pulling her from her thoughts 'you ok?'
Nessa smiled 'yeah fine just tired I guess'
'Well that's no good' Bianca replied 'because where going to be doing some dodging' before Nerissa had chance to process what had been said Bianca had thrown an energy ball, Nessa dropped to the ground as it sailed over her head crashing into the wall she rolled towards Excalibur lifting it in time to deflect a second ball which hit Bianca in the shoulder. Bianca stepped back momentarily to rub her shoulder before forming a third ball and threw it, Nerissa ducked and it sailed over her head toward the wall where it rebounded on a mirror and hit the unsuspecting Princess fatally in the back.
Phoebe's robes rustled as she paced across the attic, it wasn't often she returned to the manor, Cole had agreed to leave it standing only for the power of the nexus. Phoebe didn't want to make him aware that there was any other reason, especially a sentimental one, for her returning or he would destroy it. No one else was allowed to enter under the same pretence that the power of the nexus was harnessed by the queen. In reality the spiritual nexus remained untouched the power safe and contained within in powerful spells and charms. Phoebe approached the stand where the book of shadows used to reside and it was empty now the book stored in a vault in which once was a magic school but due to the many spells by the past elders, causing no one to die on the grounds, was now the palace of the royal family. Demons loved the idea that what was once a powerful source of good magic was now home to evil.
As she touched the dark wood of the stand memories began to rush though her head memories of Piper, Paige and Pru fighting demons together. Tears began to drip down her face as she closed her eyes and concentrated on one memory when it was clear in her minds eye she stepped into it.
Piper was storming about the attic angry at Leo for something trivial, her long dark hair straight and loose down her back and she was dressed casually in jeans and a sweatshirt, the emotion of love overwhelmed Phoebe as she watched her sister, stamp around in frustration.
'Is it so hard' she complained 'He is an angel; I mean I wouldn't think it would be that difficult for…'
'Piper' Phoebe gasped with great difficulty, fresh tears brimming in her eyes. Piper was immediately at her side forgetting her frustration with Leo she pulled her younger sister into her arms gently stroking her hair; Phoebe took in the smell of her sister and the feel of her arms holding her.
'Hey sweetie' Piper consoled taking a step back to look in Phoebes eyes 'what's wrong?'
'I am so sorry Piper' Phoebe cried 'I'm so extremely sorry…I never ever wanted this I just…'
Before she could continue Piper began screaming in agony as flames surrounded and began to burn away at her clothes and beautiful hair, Piper fell to the floor writhing in pain her creamy skin blemishing in angry red burns.
'No' Phoebe screamed to know avail as Paige now appeared beside her elder sister screaming on the ground, flames easily consuming them both.
'Help me' Paige's chocked voice managed before she let out a final rasping breath and both sisters disintegrated to dust.
Phoebe fell to her knees in tears as she re-opened her eyes stepping back from her memory and into the deserted attic.
'I am so sorry' she whispered to the ghosts of her sisters although she knew they weren't and never would listen.