Finn was only sixteen when he discovered his true heritage. He hailed from a long line of witches nearly as powerful as The Charmed One's line. In fact, there was a point a few years after the Salem witch trials that the two lines crossed when a baby of both lines was born - meaning that Finn and the sisters share just a dash of the same blood. Finn nor the sisters know of this life changing secret; the only person who does know is the child produced from both lines.
Eight years have passed since Finn learned of his magic and although he has become a very powerful and knowledgeable witch, there was a
time when he was as confused and shook up as the sisters are now.
Finn poked at the burnt skin on the side of his stomach through the fabric of his t-shirt. Pain shot up through his spine, causing the sixteen year old boy to pull his finger away and shed a tear.
There was a sparkling noise and then a flurry of blue and white flashes that took the shape of Bellamy's body. The whitelighter orbed into teenaged Finn's dirty room.
"What are you doing here?" Finn asked bitterly, sucking his tears back up, his eyes fixed on the shape of the wound that bled through his white t-shirt.
"I feel every emotion of all my charges, and I felt that you were hurt..." Bellamy informed, his voice quiet and delicate. "I can heal that for you." The whitelighter offered, pointing to the location of the wound on Finn's body.
Finn refused to look the man in his eyes. "I got attacked by a demon..." Finn spit out his words "That's enough of the magic world for me, I don't need you fixing all my problems." He hissed.
"C'mon." Bellamy took two steps toward the boy, Finn took two steps back. "You'd rather just deal with the pain?"
Finn nodded. "Well I don't particularly like feeling your pain." Bellamy spoke as he moved closer and closer towards his charge.
Finn raised his right hand, a gesture for Bellamy to not come closer. "Just stay away from me!" Finn shouted. As the words of anger left his lips, a ball formed only of electricity shot out from the palm of his hand. Bellamy orbed out before the energy ball could strike him, causing the ball of electricity to pass right through the man and to instead hit the desktop computer situated on the desk behind him. The computer short circuited out and was left in one huge wrecked piece.
Bellamy orbed back in as Finn plopped onto the edge of his bed, "Look at what you've done to me, you turned me into a monster." Finn cried, rasing his hands to eyes to catch the tears. "Why is this happening to me?"
The whitelighter plopped down onto the bed next to his charge. "You've always been a monster..." he teased, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. But he wiped the smirk off his face when Finn didn't laugh back. "Your magic was just repressed, but they've finally come out." Bellamy began rubbing circles into the crying boy's back. "Look, your power is very rare. You can copy any power used on you, that's why you almost just killed me with the energyball that demon attacked you with yesterday." The boy gave off a loud sob. "With time, you'll grow stronger and you'll be able to control your power."
And Bellamy was right, for Finn did grow stronger. He has learned to control his power replication ability and has even gained another active power manipulation based ability. However, like any other witches' active power, Finn's abilities do not work on fellow good witches.
"Shh." Bellamy whispered, trying to comfort the boy. "I'll always be right beside you, Finn." the whitelighter whispered, pulling his charge a little bit closer towards him. "You're not going to go through this alone."
Raven stripped off her clothes and stepped foot into the shower, allowing the hot stream of water to bounce off her skin. She felt disgusting caked in makeup and she was almost positive that the professional outfit she had on left stains on her body. Raven absolutely despised dressing up, she felt uncomfortable in anything other than jeans or sweatpants.
The witch rubbed her soapy hands into her face, her mind wandering to her recent encounter with Finn. She wasn't sure what was up with him or why he was so unwilling to help, but she could only hope the demon didn't get to him before her and her sisters could vanquish it.
There was the sound of a crackling fire as Thelonious teleported into the bathroom. Raven's eyes were closed as she massaged shampoo into her scalp - too distracted to notice the demon just outside the shower door.
Thelonious could faintly make out the shape of the nude woman through the semi-transparent mosaicked shower door. He was just about to wave his hand in order to read the witch's fear, when Raven opened her eyes and saw the shape of someone's body on the other side of the door. Her heart fell as she called out, "Hello?" Raven quickly wiped the soap away from her eyes. "Whose out there?" she called out again. There was no answer. "Octavia? Clarke?" she questioned.
Thelonious once again brought his hand up and waved it in the air before bringing his palm up to his face in order to read the witch's fear. "Drowning." the demon whispered with a grin.
Raven could only faintly hear the words spoken from the unidentified person's lips. "Huh?" she questioned, her hands hovering over the handle of the shower door. Raven tried to pull the door open but it refused to open. "What the hell.." the eldest sister mumbled under her breath. Raven once again tried to open the door but it didn't budge. The witch took a step back, pressing her back to the cold tile of the shower. She waved two fingers in the air in an attempt to telekinetically open the shower door, but again, it didn't open.
An eerie moment of silence drifted through the air. Then, the stream of water from the shower head sputtered before it began throwing out more water, at an even higher speed. Raven could feel that the drain underneath her feet had stopped sucking up water, causing the enclosed shower to fill up faster than normal.
Raven couldn't help but scream and bang on the shower door as the water quickly rose up to her hips, "Let me out! Let me out!" her pleas fell upon Thelonious' deaf ears. The demon grinned, pleased with himself and the third kill he was about to achieve.
Clarke took a deep breathe as she slammed the front door behind her, it was a hard day at work and the witch was just finally glad to be home. "Anyone home?" she called out, but the house was eerily silent. Clarke set her purse down on the entrance hall table just as a scream from the upstairs bathroom sent a chill up the middle's sister spine. "Raven?!" Clarke screamed, bolting up the stairs.
The water level was now up to Raven's chin and she was struggling to stay standing. She choked on the water each and every time she screamed. The demon rubbed his hands together menacingly, he was eager to see the next dead witch.
The bathroom door slammed open. Thelonious quickly teleported out before being noticed by Clarke. The middle sister's eyes were wide when they fell upon the over-filled shower, who's water was now spilling onto the floor. "Raven!" Clarke's screams erupted from her throat. The drain of the shower unclogged and sucked up all the water in an instant as soon Clarke forced the shower door open.
Raven's unconscious body tumbled into Clarke's arms. The middle sister wrapped her older sister in a towel, "Raven..." Clarke whispered, slapping Raven on the cheeks in an attempt to get the unconscious girl to come too. Clarke's fingers traced over the single lock of pure white hair on Raven's head.
The eldest sister choked up water as her eyes blinked open. "Clarke..." her voice was hoarse and weak.
"Raven, oh my god!" Clarke exclaimed, pulling her sister into an embrace. "What the hell happened?"
Raven could barely speak. "There was someone else in here..."
"Where is he?" Kane demanded, stomping into the Source's lair. His eyes fell upon Abby sitting on her throne.
"Well hello to you too Marcus." Abby smirked, waving her hand in the air, a gesture for her guards to stand down.
"Where. Is. He?" Kane repeated slowly, his teeth gritted and his fists clenched.
"Where is who?" Abby teased.
Kane stomped his foot down. "You know damn well who!" he shouted, clenching his fists even tighter. He was almost sure that his nails had cut into the skin of his palm.
"Jasper?" Abby questioned innocently, although she already knew the answer. "Oh I think you know where he is..." Abby's fingers trailed across the armrest of her throne.
"So the rumors are true..." Kane began rubbing his temples, his voice hushed with concern and worry. "You've sent him up to the real world."
Abby nodded, letting out a slight giggle, she loved seeing Kane squirmed.
"How could you..." Kane spat at his ex-lover.
"I knew you weren't going to be able to get rid of the whitelighter alone. So I offered Jasper a deal..." Abby rose from her throne, "I'd spare his life if he became my spy."
Kane could barely process all the things that could possibly go wrong, "The witches will - they'll kill him, he's never been up th - there before." Kane stuttered on his words.
"Calm down." Abby raised a hand to stop the darklighter from speaking. "I've bound his powers, the witches won't know who he is or what he is."
"You should have told me first. This is insane! He's my son." Kane exclaimed, taking a step towards the Source of All Evil, his finger jamming into his chest as he aggressively pointed to himself.
"What happened to him being our son?" Abby questioned, a fake frown spread across her lips as she titled her head to the side, her eyes wide.
Kane threw his head back in a laugh, "He's only our son when you want him for something." Kane's voice was distant as he thought of his son. "I'm gonna get him back." Kane turned on his hells and headed towards the entrance of the Source's lair.
Abby shook her head. "Oh Kane..." she whispered. The Source of All Evil waved her index finger in the air, using her telekinesis she lifted the darklighter up off his feet and sent him flying towards her. The man tumbled to the ground and landed at Abby's feet. The demon grinned, she bent her knees in order to look Kane in the eyes. "Interfere with my plan and I will kill you and Jasper." Abby waved her index finger in the air again, using her telekinesis she lifted Kane off of his feet and with a nod of the head, sent him flying towards the entrance.
The demon's voice became a manly kind of deep as her eyes turned pitch black. "Now get out of here."
A now fully dressed Raven brushed a hand through her still wet hair as her and her sister walked into the attic. The two witches made their way over to the book of shadows and began frantically flipping through its pages.
"I think the demon was in the bathroom with me. It can read a witch's fear and use it against her." Raven began filling Clarke in on the events of the day including the two dead witches and the burning building, but she left out the part about the semi-attractive detective named Kyle Wick. "Where's Octavia?"
"She was at the diner with her client." Clarke informed her sister, her own eyes glued to the pages of the book. "Wait... go back." Clarke pushed Raven's hand out of the way and began flipping the pages of the book in reverse until she landed upon a page of the book entitled 'Thelonious'
Raven's eyes skimmed over the page as she read its contents out loud. "The Demon of Fear, also known as Thelonious, appears on earth once every 1300 years on a Friday the 13th for twenty four hours. His appearance is attributed to the universal convergence of negative energies as derived from astrological charts. He derives his life force by feeding off the fears of witches. If he can kill 13 unmarried female witches before the stroke of midnight on the 13th he will be able to break free from his eternal bonds and walk the earth for eternity. A witch's only defense is to identify and then release her greatest fears. Do not rely on your wicca powers for defence, for in the face of your greatest fear, those powers are paralyzed."
A gasp fell out of Clarke's lips as her eyes wandered over to the illustration of the demon, her fingers tracing over the face of the man. "This is the guy! Octavia's client!" The words hurriedly escaped from Clarke's mouth. Clarke was faced with the scary thought that Octavia was already dead.
"Clarke, listen to me!" Raven took Clarke by the shoulders and spun her around to make her sister face her, "What's your biggest fear?"
"I - I don't know." Clarke stuttered, her voice distant as her mind worried over Octavia.
Raven shook her sister by the shoulders, "Clarke!"
"I don't know!" Clarke screamed, being snapped back into reality.
"You're afraid of spiders..." Raven remembered, turning back to the book of shadows.
"So is 99% of the human population." Clarke sassed "I don't think that's my biggest fear."
"Okay, well you need to figure it out and we need to find Octavia."
Octavia groaned as she finally came too, her hand rubbing against the throbbing spot on her head where Thelonious had hit her. "Where am I?" she mumbled under her breathe.
"Take a look around." Thelonious snarled, standing above the witch. Octavia tried to scurry away from the man, but the demon placed his foot down on her shin, pressing down with an inhumane amount of strength. The youngest sister screamed at the pain of her leg crushing underneath the man's strength. "Do you not remember this place?" Thelonious whispered menacingly.
Octavia took a look around and knew exactly where she was - outside of the lake house where her mother had drowned years ago. "Why are we here?"
"Because I know who you are. And I know who your sisters are. I was dead for 1300 years, but spirits talk... The Charmed Ones, finally formed! I had to take my chance. I've only killed two witches today but I knew if I killed all three Charmed Ones, then the new Source would surely offer me a deal and break my cycle." The man took his foot off of Octavia's leg.
"Source?" Octavia questioned "Who are you?"
Thelonious laughed as he scratched the white stubble on his chin "You really are new aren't ya..." Thelonious turned away from Octavia and began to walk towards the edge of the property and towards the lake it bordered, "Perfect place to drown the oldest..." he muttered to himself.
Octavia looked up at the night sky, the moon was rising. She wondered how she would be able to get away from this man, or how she would be able to call her sisters. Then she remembered, her cell phone. The sister's fingers slipped into her pocket and pulled out the device, she typed a few letters and sent a text to Raven - "Demon kidnapped me, I'm at the lake house. Come quick." Octavia then quickly slid the phone back into her pocket, hoping the demon hadn't noticed.
Thelonious turned back towards the girl.
"Stupid witch..." he laughed "That's exactly what I wanted. All three Charmed Ones in one place."
Octavia cussed underneath her breath.
The demon took a step closer towards the witch. "While you were unconscious, I read your fear. You know what your biggest fear is?" He asked menacingly before answering his own question. "Losing a sister."
