A/N: Okay, so here is the fifth chapter. I'm getting a bit discouraged because only ten people have made it to the last chapter and over twenty read the first. I'm going to keep on truckin' though and hope it gets better. I really enjoy writing this story so I hope people enjoy reading it.
Well, here we go! Please review or message, as always.
Chapter Five:
"Scrying? What's scrying?" Carlisle asked me as he walked into the room.
It had been about three weeks and all was quiet in small town Forks. No more demon attacks to speak of and classes were going well enough. I spent a lot of time at the Cullens' house, my own never feeling like home. I showed them the rest of my powers the next time I was over and Emme tt was overjoyed. I've gotten considerably closer to everyone except Rosalie, who didn't hate me so I considered that a step, and Edward who half the time either avoided me or was clinging to my side, sending me some serious mixed signals. I decided two things in the past few weeks. First, I was starting to develop feelings for a certain bronze haired vampire. Second, I was going to bury said feelings for as long as possible.
I was currently seated in the Cullen living room discussing varying bits of magic. The topic at hand being scrying.
"Well, let's say we're looking for a specific person or demon. If we have something of theirs we can hold it with what's called a scrying crystal and swing it around above a map and, if they are in that location, the crystal will pull down to their exact spot. It's pretty handy, but coming across things to use is usually hard," I tried to explain as best as I could. He nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Can you show us? I'd love to see how more of your magic works."
I thought for a second before grinning. "I know just who to look for. Do you happen to have a map of San Francisco?"
"I think I might," he answered with a smile and zipped upstairs and back so fast I almost missed it. He then laid out the map flat on the coffee table and gestured for me to sit. Everyone gathered closely around me as I grabbed my scrying crystal that I always kept in my purse and held it above the map.
"Wait. Don't you need something to scry with?" Edward asked from my immediate right.
"Normally, yes, but who I'm scrying for doesn't require me to. I'm going to scry for my cousin Chris. He and I not only share blood, but we have a very strong bond since he's my best friend." At that Alice awed and smiled at me.
"Alright, do it then!" Emmett exclaimed loudly causing Rosalie to jump from surprise then smack him which sounded like two rocks colliding. I saw Jasper shake his head out of the corners of my eyes. I envied their closeness, their love.
Something I missed dearly.
Holding the crystal above the map I thought hard about Chris. I thought about his sarcastic wit, his overprotective nature, our quick banter. I thought about my birthdays where he'd always wake me up at exactly midnight and pulled me out of bed to sneak out into the night where shenanigans undoubtedly took place.
The crystal swung and swung without stopping for a full minute before I started to panic. I felt Jasper try to calm me down to no avail and my breath quickened.
"This can't be happening," I mumbled over and over again while dumping out my purse between Edward and I. I sifted through the mound of junk for thirty long seconds until I came across the bracelet Chris made me for my sixth birthday, a very dear treasure of mine. Using that I started swaying the crystal again, but came up with nothing still.
"Damn him! He's in the Underworld," I cursed loudly then proceeded to scry for Whyatt, then my aunts, then Leo, then I desperately searched for each one of my cousins including the eight year old twins. Wyatt and Leo were home, Piper was at P3, Phoebe at work, Paige at magic school, and all of the cousins were either at home or school.
At this point I was almost hyperventilating. "He's either dead or in the underworld alone. People can't be found through scrying in the underworld. I'm going after him," I decided suddenly and sprang to my feet, Edward following suit as everyone else just gawked at me, wide eyed.
"No way. Maybe it's just me, but that sounds dangerous." I knew Edward was worried, but I ignored him and asked, "Can I get a ride home? Preferably a very, very fast one. I need to get some potions."
"I'll give you a ride if you do whatever you have to do here," he demanded and I agreed without complaint. "Okay, better to close your eyes and don't forget to breathe, alright?" He didn't give me time to answer before swinging me onto his back and taking off at inhuman speed out the door.
I knew I should be focused on the task that laid ahead, but all my mind would wrap around was the fact that I was so close to Edward Cullen. I could feel his cool skin and the muscles that were very apparent through his thin, black t-shirt. I knew my heart was beginning to quicken, but I prayed that he would chalk that up to fear from the run.
It only took about a minute to reach my house and Edward took me straight up to my attic room without directions, something I planned on asking about later. I quickly rummaged through the trunk at the foot of my bed and pulled out five different, tiny vials. I stuffed them into my pockets and nodded at Edward, signalling I was ready. The run home was much the same consisting of me secretly swooning at the close contact.
"So what do you plan on doing with those?" Esme asked as I situated my vials. "Well, this one," I held up a blue colored one, "and a spell will take me to Chris. These ones," I held up three different colored vials, "are defensive potions, more a precaution than anything. And this last one," I showed them a bottle with deep purple liquid, "will bring me back here."
They all shared looks of concern, especially Edward who I thought was contemplating stopping me. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. This is what I do."
"In this night and in this hour
I call upon the ancient power
Bring me to who I seek to find
So I can I kick his sorry behind."
With that said I through the potion bottle hard at my feet. It shattered and then I was consumed by a puff of smoke.
The Cullen Family Living Room, 3rd Person:
The Cullen family watched the smoke as it fully consumed her and, in an instant, Hannah Halliwell was gone.
The silence only last three minutes and even though each vampire was well used to waiting, time seemed to stand still.
Carlisle found himself trying to comfort his wife whose maternal nature was making her distraught.
Jasper and Alice were speaking in hushed tones on a love seat in the corner. What about, no one knew.
Although Emmett was thought as the big child of the group, he could still be mature and anyone could tell how worried he was. He was far more concerned than his counterpart, or so it seemed. Rosalie may not have given the impression of liking the witch, but she could tell her brother Edward had grown quite attached and, to her, she was just grateful it wasn't a human.
Edward was the most on edge. He had been trying to deny his feelings for awhile, but after sitting down with Carlisle he knew that Hannah was his singer, her blood called to him. He couldn't refuse it any longer and he vowed that he would do something about it, before anything worse could happen.
On the three minute mark another puff of smoke filled the room. It only took half a second to smell it and Jasper was out of the room before anyone could speak.
Blood and lots of it.
The smoke dissipated and on the floor laid a man in his late teens. He had dark hair matted down with blood and vibrant green eyes. There was more blood pooling around his torso where a large gash could be seen through his torn clothes. It took a moment before Carlisle rushed forward and used his hands to try and staunch the blood flow.
The stranger gasped at the cool touch, but didn't fight it. He coughed loudly then whispered, "Leo."
Not three seconds later an array of blue orbs descended into the room from the ceiling, slowly forming into a man. He was middle-aged with sandy blond hair and eyes that matched the teenager's perfectly.
He quickly kneeled beside the boy, panic written across his face, and held both his hands over the mortal wound. No one moved as they watched his hands begin to emit a warm, golden glow and the boy's wounds slowly began to disappear.
It took almost a minute until he was fully healed and gasping loudly, he lurched forward into the older man's arms.
"Chris, what happened?" Leo asked quickly, pulling away to look at Chris's face. "I went underground and- I know, I know, don't give me that look, alright? Well, I was hunting some Carver demons. It was supposed to be easy, in and out. I had the potions, but I got ambushed. They were working with a darklighter, they knew I was coming, but- Oh no! Hannah! She found me and, and we have to go back! I was too weak to orb so she threw her potion at me. She's still down there!" Leo's eyes widened and he nodded, "Take us to her, Chris." Then, the same way Leo arrived, they both disappeared.
Edward only followed half of what they were saying, but he understood enough to know something was very wrong and Hannah was in danger. He let out a low growl and Alice immediately tried to put a comforting hand on his arm, but he pulled away.
Their wait this time took considerably less time, thirty seconds max, then the shower of blue lights were there again, but this time Hannah was with them. She was in bad shape, an arrow could be seen protruding from her abdomen and long claw marks littered her whole body.
Edward growled again unable to stop himself. He slowly stalked forward, the smell of her blood was intoxicating, but he held no desire to harm her. He felt, miraculously, in control.
"Oh god," Chris exclaimed, starting to panic. "We have to get the arrow out before I can heal her," Leo explained and his son nodded.
They heard gasping and looked down.
Normal POV:
I gasped as hands started pushing on my stomach causing excruciating pain. "Just rip it out already!" I shouted at them. The pain was going to be awful, but the sooner it was out, the sooner I could be healed.
"Brace yourself. One, two, three!" Leo counted then pulled the arrow through my side and out. I let out a blood curdling scream as horrific pain consumed my entire body, making it feel as if it were on fire.
I let out a very unlady-like stream of profanities, but, within a minute, the fire cooled and I was completely healed.
Breathing heavily, I was engulfed in a bear hug and smothered in Chris's scent. I let him hold me tight for another few more seconds before coming to my senses. I shoved him away from me and starting smacking every part if him could get my hands on.
"What the hell were you thinking? Or are you just stupid?! You could have been killed! I swear to all things Wicca, if you pull another idiotic stunt like that again I will castrate you! Do you understand me, Christopher Perry Halliwell?" I ranted at him still swinging while a chuckling Emmett held me back.
Leo watched with amusement in his eyes then surveyed the scene. His eyes caught Carlisle's and nodded at him. "I'll just leave you guys to it then," Leo said laughing before waving and orbing out.
"I'm sorry, okay? Really, really sorry. Everyone was busy and I thought it'd be an easy kill. Wait, I should be mad at you. No self-sacrificing, we've had this conversation before," Chris said angrily while wiggling a finger in my face. I slapped his hand to the side and scoffed, "So I was supposed to let you die? You were on your deathbed, Chrissy, I had to get you out of there. If anything happened to you, I'd die, too. I couldn't stand losing you."
Chris pulled me into another hug and I mumbled in his hair, "If you ever can't find someone to demon hunt with just come to me. I'd be more than happy to come with and who better to watch your scrawny butt than me? We make a great team, if I recall correctly."
He nodded then sighed. I knew what that meant. He had to leave.
"I know, I know. I love you, okay, Chrissy-bear?" I knew I looked pretty pathetic, but I always hated saying goodbye. This whole ordeal was just that, an ordeal, but I got to see Chris so it was worth it.
"I love you, too, Hannah-banana." he kissed the top of my head then he was gone.
"You'll be fine, huh? Well that was NOT fine, missy!" Alice exclaimed, hugging me tightly to her stone hard body.
"I'm sorry! I was overrun," I said meekly. Looking around at everyone for the first time I noticed two things. One, everyone had clear looks of relief on their faces, even Rosalie and two, Edward was missing. I looked at Alice who gestured toward the stairs.
"Third door on the left."
I climbed the stairs slowly, my body still sore and knocked on the door Alice directed me.
"Come in, Hannah."