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Destined: The Charmed Sons
Episode 1x04, An All-Knighter
Prologue
October 31, 2013
The Halliwell Manor stood; it's porch festively decorated with jack-o-lanterns and fake spiderwebs hanging from the Victorian porch. On the streets trick-or-treaters were already on the prowl as dusk started to settle over San Francisco.
The front door of the Manor opened as Piper Halliwell stepped out; her hair was plaited in two braids on either side of her head. A blue and white plaid dress with bright ruby slippers proclaimed her as Dorothy this evening. The outfit made her smile slightly to think of many Halloweens gone past when she had masqueraded as Glenda the Good Witch. She looked behind her at the open door, waiting for someone else to step out after her.
Sure enough a trio of handsome little boys stepped out with huge grins on their faces. Ten-year-old Wyatt Matthew Halliwell was the first of them, his shining armor and the plastic sword at his waist, along with the little crown on his head proclaimed him as King Arthur. The other two boys, Wyatt's younger brother Christopher and their friend D.J. Anderson were also dressed as knights. It made for quite a cute sight to see King Arthur and his two knights standing on the porch of the Manor, each with pillow cases ready for collecting Halloween candy. D.J. reached up to adjust his glasses as the three smiled at Piper.
"Let me get a look at the three of you," Piper said. She rested a hand on D.J.'s head, "Sir Galahad your glasses look fine."
Chris fidgeted with his sword belt and wrinkled his nose at it, causing Piper to smile even more as she lifted his chin so she could kiss his forehead, "My little angel Sir Lancelot."
Now Piper turned to look at Wyatt, but before she could say anything the blonde boy was speaking his mind.
"Mom, you know what would make this costume perfect?"
"I have a feeling I know what you're going to say..." Piper said. They'd only had this conversation every day for the last two weeks and every hour since Wyatt had awoken this morning. Her elder son confirmed it seconds later.
"Excalibur," Wyatt said. He smiled and looked up towards the attic window, "How can I be King Arthur without it?"
"Not until you're eighteen," Piper said for what felt like the thousandth time.
"But Mo---"
"Wyatt, you have the plastic sword I got you from the store."
The boy sighed melodramatically and Piper had an inkling that her friend Derek's son was rubbing off on him. Wyatt made a face, "Yeah, but the real one is in our attic. Can't I...? Just for one night?"
"No," Piper said, with a note of finality.
"Aww... mom..."
Chris was giggling, "King Arthur got told no by his mommy."
D.J. giggled as well.
Wyatt turned to them and scowled at Chris, "Shut up!"
"Boys," Piper admonished.
All three of them fell silent.
"Alright, now you boys stay on this street. Remember what your father and I told you about Halloween..."
Chris recited proudly, "It's a very special and important holiday for witches and the veil between the worlds is thinned so demons that have been vanquished before could come back so we need to be extra careful."
Piper patted him on the head, ruffled Wyatt's hair, "Alright you boys go have fun."
The three of them took off, trotting down the stairs. Piper watched them from the porch with a fond smile, but lifted her voice to call a reminder, "Wyatt! Keep an eye on your little brother! Don't you and D.J. leave him behind, do you hear me?"
"Yes m'am!" D.J. and Wyatt said in unison.
Piper smiled and stepped back into the house, closing the door behind her. Chris looked back over his shoulder towards his mother. Meanwhile, Wyatt and D.J. exchanged looks with each other and took off running down the street. Chris whipped his head around to stare after them and his little jaw dropped.
"Hey!" Chris yelled, "Wait for me! Mom said you can't ditch me! WYATT!"
-----Fade to Black with Adult Chris' voice superimposing over the little Chris---
"Wyatt! That candy is for the trick-or-treaters. Hands off..."
Chris Halliwell shook his head in utter disbelief, as he tried to gather everything he needed. Instead of a night of fun, he was in for an all nighter at the library. It might have been Halloween, but the only sign of it in the apartment was the bowl of candy that was quickly disappearing. Wyatt reached his hand in the bowl absently and Chris slapped his hand.
"Ouch." Wyatt sneered. "That hurt, I just wanted one piece of candy for heavens sake."
"Look in the bowl. You've been having one piece of candy for the past thirty minutes. No more."
"It's only Halloween once a year."
"Wyatt, pull out your driver's license and do the math, you're not ten years old anymore." Chris rolled his eyes as Wyatt actually started reaching for his wallet. "Stop. The candy is for the kids. If we get trick or treaters, they want candy not a bunch of empty wrappers."
"Whatever. I could always give them something else." Before Chris could reply a knock on the door had him walking toward the door. While his back was turned Wyatt got up and took another piece of candy out of the bowl. Chris opened the door and sighed as the person entered the apartment.
"The Three Musketeers together again." D.J. was already dressed for the holiday complete with a big white feather in his hat as he carried two other costumes in his gloved hand.
"Sweet..." Wyatt grinned as he held out the candy bowl to D.J.
"We are so winning Avalon's costume contest." D.J. reached for the candy and Chris snatched the bowl and sat it on the table.
"Stay out of the candy. You two have fun." Chris snagged his backpack and walked out the door. D.J. just stared at the door as it closed, then turned to look at Wyatt his mouth open in awe.
"Did he just ditch us?"
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"Which way are the historical reserves?" The schooled voice asked charmingly to the young college co-ed who was at the Harvard Library desk. Her back was turned and as she turned she gasped and smiled flirtatiously. The man leaned on the desk and played with the small pumpkin as he absently flirted back with the girl who had a bit of face-paint and glitter on, her hair twisted into an elaborate knot on the top of her head. A name tag pinned to her top read, Jessica, while her attire presented her dressed in a pirate costume.
The girl blew a bubble with her pink bubble gum and popped it, before chewing. She gestured the tall, dark-haired Englishman that leaned on her desk, with a sigh she pointed down a particular hallway sending him in the right direction. He winked at her seductively before heading down the hall, behind the Englishman, a woman with curly reddish hair and glasses perched on the end of her nose sneered at the co-ed. The man shot her a look as if reading her intentions from her mind and shook his head.
He stepped forward and strode through the library in confidence. Another college student, an Asian boy with a shirt that had the words This IS My Costume. printed on it looked them over.
"Nice," Seung Kwon said with a slight smile, "Late nineties resurrected. Good costume choice."
The man merely smiled and walked past him down the aisle he had his sights set on. Behind him the woman looked the young man over and smiled at him, "And what year is it?"
Seung chuckled as he carried his stack of books off towards a table to get settled in for the evening, "Funny. Why don't you find me later and you and I can get you caught up to the proper decade?"
He winked at her suggestively. The woman watched him go and began to raise a hand, lips curling back, but the dark-haired man came and grabbed her roughly by the shoulder and pulled her with him. He guided her down the aisle.
"Just what do you think you were going to do?" he asked in clipped tones. When she started to look sulky he shook his head, "We have a reason for being here Hannah. Don't let yourself get distracted by petty playthings."
"I don't understand why we're in Boston. The Charmed Ones are on the other side of the country," Hannah said, her nostrils flaring as she looked over her shoulder towards the Asian boy.
The man was running his finger along the spines of books, his eyes trailing over the titles of the weathered old covers. He glanced at her, "Because this is where their heirs are."
"I don't want revenge on their heirs. I want revenge on them. I want revenge on the sisters, Rex!"
"The Book of Shadows is with the next generation," Rex told her, patiently. His lips twisted into a smile as he found the book he was looking for and slid it out of the shelf, running a hand over its embossed leather cover.
"So? Without the Book they should be more vulnerable!"
Rex turned to her, "Hannah, darling... we can get revenge on the sisters through their heirs. Think of it. What better way to truly destroy them than to kill their offspring? And, with the Book of Shadows in our possession, we can make our return permanent."
Hannah smiled, understanding now. She slid over to him and ran a hand up his chest, toying with the collar of his shirt, "Ahh... I see... what is this book for though?"
Rex's eyes sparkled as he held up the book so that Hannah could see the cover, "We are going to give them un chevalier à se rappeler..."
"A Knight to Remember," Hannah translated with a wicked expression.
Opening Credits Roll
Theme song: “Gunslinger (Runnin’ Out of Time)” - Over It
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Destined: The Charmed Sons
Episode 1.4, An All-Knighter
Stock footage of Boston at Halloween, Party-goers, trick-or-treaters, etc. At last the images focus on an apartment building with Victorian architecture and balconies leading to fire escapes. Finally the images settle upon the Avalon building. There is a party getting started in the nightclub downstairs. The camera pans up to the apartments, trailing up to the balcony of the brother's apartment. A raven is perched on the railing, staring into the apartment. The camera follows through the apartment to show D.J. and Wyatt digging into the Halloween candy and then trails through the door out into the hallway where Chris has just stepped out.
Song: "Evil Angel" - Breaking Benjamin
Chapter One
Chris Halliwell stepped out of his apartment and into the third floor hallway. At that same moment, the Halliwell's neighbor Samara was standing outside of her apartment with a bowl of candy. A group of variously dressed trick-or-treaters were heading off down the hallway to the next door, having just claimed their prizes from what the blonde woman was offering in the dish.
As the children passed, Chris took the time to observe their neighbor. Into the Halloween spirit, she was wearing an angel costume. A long shimmery white gown that stretched to the floor with a golden sash wrapped around her waist. The part that Chris stuck on though were the incredibly realistic wings that fanned out behind her. She had to have spent a good chunk of change on those. And he realized that he still had no idea what she did for a living.
“Angels don’t really have wings you know,” Chris said as he leaned against the wall, his messenger bag slung over the opposite shoulder.
Samara raised an eyebrow, taking note of the dark-haired young man. She tucked her bowl of candy against her hip and smiled flirtatiously as she retorted. “Oh? And I suppose you’ve seen a lot of angels?”
Chris wanted to say, yeah well, you’re kind of looking at one. Instead, he smiled and said, “I’ve always pictured them walking around among us. You know, keeping an eye on us, protecting us, guiding our paths… so that a person you meet on the subway or your next door neighbor could be one and you would never know it. It would be kind of obvious if they had wings. A lot harder to blend in.”
Samara laughed, “I suppose you have a point there. So, no costume for you tonight?”
This entire conversation had so much irony in it that Chris couldn't help gaining some little smug satisfaction from it. Chris grinned roguishly, “I’m wearing my costume.”
Samara raised her eyebrows, expecting there to be more.
“I’m an angel,” the young man added with a wink. He pushed off the wall and adjusted his messenger bag before heading down the stairwell. A second group of trick-or-treaters passed him on the way.
“I think, Christopher Halliwell,” Samara said softly under her breath, “That there’s a bit more to you than just being an angel.”
Chris continued on, not having heard the quiet remark. Samara continued to watch after him, her eyes on the back of his dark-haired head. The trick-or-treaters arrived on the landing and the woman held out her bowl of candy, “Happy Halloween kids.”
Hands reached quickly into the bowl, grabbing various junk-food from the array. Amused by the children's hasty departure to the next apartment they would pillage, Samara stepped back into her own. Her golden brown eyes narrowed when her hair was blown gently from a breeze. The woman frowned as she lifted her head and looked towards the curtains flapping around the open window.
She was certain that she had left it closed. Samara slid the bowl of candy onto the counter and turned back to shut her door with a click, starting to slide the locks into place. If someone was in her apartment, they were going to be very sorry. Her hand calmly reached for a dagger hidden within the folds of her angelic dress, a dagger that had once belonged... if sources were to be believed... to Alexander the Great.
"Costume is kind of hypocritical, isn't it Mara?" a masculine voice asked from the kitchen area of the apartment.
Samara turned quickly, drawing out her weapon with muscles tensed with readiness for a fight. Her eyes widened and then quickly narrowed when she saw Donny sitting on her counter, unwrapping a piece of Halloween candy. He hadn't been there a second before when she had set the candy bowl down.
Samara scowled, "Where the devil did you come from?"
Donny smirked and jerked his head towards the window. Obvious. He slid from the counter top and looked the woman up and down. "The cheap plastic halo is a nice touch." Casually the man reached out a hand to flick the prop.
He managed only just to block her wrist as she brought the dagger toward his chest. The smile on his face was a pleased one as his lips curved away from glossy white teeth. "You're using my gift. I'm glad it pleases you."
Samara jerked her hand free of his and sneered a little as she tucked the weapon away once more. She turned away from him and walked a few paces, establishing a degree of safe distance from him. "It serves it's purpose. Why are you here Donny?"
"Why am I here?" He parroted, swaggered slowly over to her. "I just wanted to see you Mara. Nothing more, nothing less." He ran his finger across her bottom lip and then claimed it, pressing his own lips to hers. Samara pulled back and slapped him had with an open palm.
Donny's head recoiled in a satisfactory manner and their eyes met in a tense stare. Neither moved, even as the red mark brightened on the side of Donny's face. Not until the door bell rang signaling more trick or treaters had arrived. Samara moved away, grabbing the bowl of candy and hastily walked toward the door.
"That wasn't very nice Mara," Donny said in low tones. His head turned to follow the woman, watching her back. He lifted a hand to touch the angry red mark on his cheek and moistened his lips.
"Hi kids. Happy Halloween!" Samara smiled as she looked at the children. They were un-bothered that her smile was forced and unaware of the tension inside the apartment. In their innocence, they quickly grabbed candy and moved onto the next door. Samara closed her door again, before she turned and met the intruder with a flat-eyed glare. "I just want you to leave me alone Donny. It was a mistake. Just a really bad mistake on my part."
"A mistake? No, it was the only thing that wasn't a mistake Mara." The distance between them was closed within a heartbeat. Before she could think to react or defend herself. Donny pushed her against the door and kissed her roughly. The wings crushed back against aged wood. A few crushed feathers drifted to their feet, other feathers were crushed into Donny's right hand. The left held Samara's shoulder back, pressing her against the door. "Why are you here Mara? Why did big brother send you here?"
"Go away." She hissed breathlessly as the door bell rang again.
"I will," Donny said coolly, "For now." He kissed her forehead and took a step away. Then he smiled and kissed her again, this time with a bit of tenderness amidst the heat. It was just enough to smooth some of the bristling anger in the woman. Donny released her and opened the door. His lips pulled back into a small scowl as he sneered at the children in their various costumes. They had no real concept of what Halloween was about. He pushed past them and looked over his shoulder at Samara, "Have a nice Samhain, Mara."
The woman shoved the whole bowl of candy at the Trick-or-Treaters and shut her door in their confused faces. Donny couldn't keep himself from laughing softly under his breath. He opened his hand, looking at the trio of pristine feather's he had claimed. Souvenirs. Tucking the feathers into his pocket, he walked, past the door of the apartment that belonged to two of the most powerful witches on the Earth.
And as he did, inside the apartment Wyatt Halliwell was stepping out of his bedroom with a flourish of his feathered hat.
"I still can't believe Chris ditched us," D.J. complained, "It makes being the three Muskateers kind of moot. There's only two of us." He reached a hand into the candy dish again, only to discover all that was left were empty wrappers. "Blue is a good color for you."
"I know," Wyatt said, admiring himself in a mirror as he placed his hat on his head, "Eh, don't worry about the third Muskateer. Chris'll be back. He just had to go study, you know him... I can't see him missing the most important Wiccan holiday to study for some exam."
Wyatt moved over to get a piece of candy and frowned, "Dude... you ate it all?"
"No, you ate it all. I only had four pieces," D.J. returned, hopping to his feet, "You ready to go downstairs?"
"Sure, just gotta give the twins a call real quick-like," Wyatt said, "We called them earlier, but they were out Trick-or-Treating already. Aunt Paige was decorating the house with a little help from Junior and she said Mom was going to head over there with a cake."
"Right. Right. It's the squirts' birthday. How could I forget?" D.J. said.
He followed Wyatt into the kitchen as the elder Halliwell plucked the buttons on the phone. "The year they were born was the craziest Halloween to date."
"..." D.J. punched Wyatt in the arm, "DUDE. Don't say things like that. You'll jinx us."
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Young Wyatt Halliwell smiled as he and D.J. left the house of a neighbor. There was a cold breeze and Wyatt frowned, his eyes darted around the neighborhood searching for his little brother.
"When was the last time we saw Chris?"
"He was at the Winter's when we were at the Gordon's." D.J. sat his pillowcase on the ground and looked at his best friend. "What's wrong?"
"Somethin's not right." Wyatt walked out onto the sidewalk. They were at the Gordon's nearly an hour ago. Anything could have happened to his little brother in an hour. Then he saw a friend of his with his little sister and started over to him. "Croy, you seen my little brother?"
"He was at the Houston's on Sherman street. Asked if I'd seen you. Looked upset. I told him he could hang out with me, since I have to take Connie out anyway. But he said no."
"Sherman. That's a whole block further than he was supposed to go." Wyatt shook his head. "Thanks." Wyatt walked quickly down the street and D.J. trotted beside him.
"Wyatt! What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have left him. My mom's gonna be mad."
"He'll be fine. The little nerd is smart."
"Don't call him that." Wyatt felt the cold breeze again. Last Halloween he went out with D.J. and his dad and felt a similiar breeze, Wyatt didn't think that was a coincidence "Mom warned me not to ditch him. And what's the first thing that I do? I ditch him." Wyatt looked around. "Jess!"
"Hey Wy. Wow, that's some haul you have there," the girl said.
"Yep. Have you seen my brother? I lost him. I'm getting worried."
"I saw him heading toward the park," Jess said. She pulled out a jumbo-sized Snicker's bar and grinned, "If you really want to add to your haul, you gotta go by the Hendrick's. They gave out big candy bars this year."
"Really?" D.J. looked excited, but Wyatt glared at him. "Sorry, right gotta look for the little nerd."
"What did I say about calling him that?" Wyatt pushed by D.J. using his shoulder to make D.J. go toppling backwards into a hedge. Wyatt then started toward the park.
"He's really worried D.J." Jess said as she looked around hoping to see Chris somewhere.
"Thanks for the tip." D.J. adjusted his glasses as he jogged down the street to catch up with Wyatt. "Sorry."
"I'm responsible for him, what if something happens to him? Like the whole Hide and Seek game wasn't enough to freak out my parents, what if a demon gets him? Gets him because I thought he'd hold us up. Worried about getting candy and not my brother."
"I'm sure he's fine."
Wyatt tried to sense him. The link that they had only recently discovered that they could use to talk to each other without other people knowing was blank. Wyatt chewed on his lower lip and felt tears welling in his blue eyes. He'd lost his little brother, on Halloween, when it was possible that demons that had been vanquished could come back. Who would be more vulnerable than his eight year old brother tonight?
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"What do you mean you guys are ditching the study session for a party?" Chris Halliwell asked into his cellphone as he hurried across campus. He dodged around a couple dressed as Batman and Catwoman and shook his head. "This test is worth a huge percentage of our grade. He's not going to let you guys make it up on the excuse of a hang-over." Chris slowed down to a walk, sighing as he continued to talk to whoever was on the other line. "Whatever Spence. I'm studying first, enjoying the festivities later if I have the time. If you think osmosis is getting you through this exam, I wish you the best of luck. Tell Kiara that I said hello back."
He closed his phone and shook his head. Chris was still a good distance from the library. The lamps lighting campus illuminated various groups of students in colorful and creative costumes, all on their way to parties. Chris glanced to his right at a Fraternity House decorated with webs and cheerful party goers who hooted at him as he passed. "At least Seung will still be at the library. The two of us can get something accomplished."
As Chris headed towards the library, the people thinned out. "Not so many people with the thought of academic enlightenment tonight," Chris muttered under his breath as he stuffed his hands in his jacket pocket. A stiff breeze carried through, ruffling his dark hair and gave him a slight chill. The library lights were on, glowing like the multiple eyes of a jack-o-lantern. Chris smiled and started up the steps.
Just in time for the glass doors on the building to burst out in a glittering shower as an armored knight on horseback crashed through. The flashing hooves pound on rock and Chris' eyes widened as the charging beast headed right for him. Chris dove to the right and rolled into a shrubbery, just in time to avoid being trampled. The rider charged off across campus and into the night air.
From the library, Seung came running out with a gaping mouth, "Holy frijoles! Did you see that guy!?" The Korean boy blinked and looked down at Chris. "Hey man, are you okay?"
Chris pushed up on an elbow, looking in the direction the knight vanished and groaned in a way that was always signature of his mother, "Peachy." He waited a beat and added, "Just peachy."
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Destined: The Charmed Sons
Episode 1.4, An All-Knighter
Chapter Two
October 31, 2013
Chris Halliwell walked up to the house and knocked on the door and waited patiently for the door to open. He smiled when the door opened the woman came to door.
"Trick or Treat."
"Oh Christopher Halliwell, don't you look adorable. Who are you?"
"Sir Lancelot. It works better when you see the three of us, but Wyatt and his stupid friend ditched me."
"Oh..." Mrs. Hendricks walked out of her house and looked up and down the block like she expected to see someone waiting for him. "Well you better hurry home sweetheart, I'm sure your mommy wouldn't want you to be out alone."
"Yes mam." Chris said as Mrs. Hendricks put three big Milky Ways in his bag and Chris smiled. "Thank you Mrs. Hendricks."
"Be careful."
Chris smiled as he looked inside his bag; Wyatt was gonna be so jealous. Just then he felt the cold breeze and froze in his tracks as he looked around the neighborhood. The cold breeze felt a bit threatening, but it was soon forgotten as Chris dropped to his knees.
"What are you doing here girl?" Chris asked as he picked up the small framed gray striped cat that purred as the boy cuddled her. "Mommy finds out you're out of the house again and you're gonna get flea dipped." Chris smiled as the cat continued to nuzzle against him. "Let's head home Nothin'."
Chris continued down the street when Nothin' let out a deep growl then hissed. Looking around Chris Halliwell was getting nervous; Nothin' never hissed, and very rarely growled. But what really worried him was he felt like someone was staring at him. The cat jumped down and Chris started down the street at a faster rate, the cat walking directly beside.
"Hurry Nothin'." Chris had just reached the end of the block when he could actually feel someone behind him. Grabbing the cat he started to run when someone grabbed him from behind.
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His little brother was missing; and his mother was going to kill him if something happened to Chris when he was supposed to be watching for him. She'd twitch those hands of hers and KABOOM! blown up into little Wyatt bits, future King Arthur or not. Wyatt looked around the park, his baby blue eyes filled with worry and a slowly growing fear. There were a lot of people from the neighborhood here, cutting through or just standing in their costumes and talking. Mostly they were big kids, older ones that were probably supposed to be looking after their younger siblings, but had instead chosen to go off with their friends.
In the crowd, Wyatt spotted a familiar face and sprinted away from D.J. toward her. She was an older neighbor and someone who baby-sat for them occassionally. "Maggie!" Wyatt called out, a little breathless as he approached.
"Wyatt? What are you doing here?" the dark-haired teenager asked, looking down at him and then around quickly for the child's mother or father.
"Have you seen Chris?" Wyatt asked, desperation tinging his voice.
"No, hon. I haven't," Maggie said, plucking a piece of lint off her maid costume, "Is he here with your mom?"
Wyatt winced and shook his golden-haired head. "No, mom let us out by ourselves; we were out together and I lost him." Wyatt's cheeks turned red at the admission.
"Oh." So much could be summed up in that one word. It was a very adult sounding 'oh' that spoke volumes about how irresponsible she probably thought Wyatt was now. But she gave him a reassuring smile and scanned her violet eyes over the park. "Why don't you head for home? If I see him I'll take him to the manor, but he's a smart little kid. If he got separated from you, chances are he's probably already there."
"If my mom finds out I lost him, I'll be dead."
D.J. was silent, shuffling his feet as he stood behind Wyatt. His eyes, however, were on the older teenage girl with a goofy little smile on his face.
"We'll find him Wyatt," Maggie reassured the boy again. She glanced around and waved over a boy about her age. "Hey, Brad. You remember Wyatt Halliwell?"
"Sure do baby, you baby sit for him," Brad said, sticking his hands in his pockets.
"Yes, well his eight year old brother is missing. Think we could look around the neighborhood?" Maggie asked.
"Sure. Eight year old kid shouldn't be wandering around alone on Halloween. Too many spooky things going on."
"See, it's gonna be okay Wy, we'll find Chris," Maggie told the ten year old, giving him a pat on the head. She nodded to Brad and the two of them set off in the other direction to search for the younger Halliwell.
"Thanks Maggie," Wyatt called after her. He looked over at D.J. to discover his friend was smiling at the dark haired teenage girl as he watched her walk away. Wyatt gave him a shove. "D.J. stop being stupid. We have to find Chris. I have a really bad feeling."
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Two streets over.
"Chris? What's wrong?" Cait grabbed the eight year old's shoulder. When he didn't respond right away and she noticed he was shaking while he clutched his cat, she asked him again. "What's wrong? Where's Wyatt?" The last question was delivered as Caitlin scanned for the other boy.
"Felt like someone was following me," Chris said, blinking up at Caitlin, "Wyatt ditched me. I can't find him." The eight year old was nibbling on his bottom lip as he looked at Caitlin Sweeny.
"Ditched you?" Cait frowned. She shook her head, annoyed that Wyatt would do that and hugged Chris against her pink sweater. "You're fine. No one is going to hurt you. Though when I get my hands on your brother, I may hurt him."
Hayden shuffled his feet, playing with the gun belt around his waist that went with his pirate costume. "We're going up to Spenser Street. Wanna come?" Hayden asked, giving Chris a welcoming grin.
"Sure, but I should take my cat home," Chris's replied. The feeling of being followed was gone, replaced by the comfort of having friends nearby.
"Nothin' can hang out with us, if you want," Caitlin offered, reaching over to scratch the cat under the chin. The response was an instantaneous rumble of contented purrs from the feline.
Chris looked at the cat who had settled herself on his shoulder. There was something about the way the cat was looking at him that put him further at ease. "Sure, Nothin' likes trick or treating."
Nothin' hopped down from Chris's shoulder and followed the children down the street. Chris smiled as the cat stayed right with them. By the time they finished Spenser Street the three of them sat on the curb and looked into their bags.
"I got four big bars from the last four houses," Hayden said, pulling one of the large Twix bars out as evidence.
"We all did Hayden," Cait rolled her eyes and yawned. She looked at Chris, "We have to be getting home, but we can cut across Mr. Lathom's yard and drop you off on the way?"
"I can manage it myself, Cait. It will take you extra time to go that way," Chris said. No sooner were the words proclaiming he'd go the rest of the way alone out of his mouth than Nothin' started growling. "What's wrong girl?"
Chris picked up the small cat, attempting to sooth her. Her fur had begun standing on end and she was hissing and spitting at the air around them. In short, Nothin' was hissing at nothing. "We need to go."
"What's wrong with your cat?" Hayden asked, standing up and shouldering his bag of candy.
"There's something wrong," Chris explained, "Nothin' knows when somethin' is wrong."
Cait looked at the cat then behind her. Most of the lights in the houses were starting to be turned off. Halloween was nearly over. While she didn't necessarily believe Chris' claim about precognitive cats who know when danger is near, she did agree that it was time to get home. "Let's go you two." Cait pushed the two boys ahead of her and looked over her shoulder. "Hold on tight to your bags."
They neared the corner at a faster than normal pace. Most of the trick-or-treaters had long returned to their parents and there weren't many stragglers left on the streets. Most of those stragglers were older kids, which potentially meant trouble. Then, low and behold as they approached the corner, Cait spied another familiar face. She had never been so relieved to see Wyatt Halliwell in her life.
"Chris!" Wyatt sprinted forward, grabbed his brother and hugged him against him. "You okay? I was lookin' everywhere for you."
Before Chris could say a word, Caitlin had pounced on Wyatt and stuck one of her fingers in his face. "You ditched your eight year old brother? Wyatt do you know what could have happened to him?"
Wyatt looked at his friend and frowned. He more than anyone knew what could have happened to Chris. "I know Cait, I messed up. No reason to yell at me. I feel bad enough as it is."
"He thought someone was following him, did you think of that when you ran off without him?" Cait would not be deterred; she was obviously disappointed in him and intended for Wyatt Halliwell to know it. "You're the older brother Wyatt, that means you keep a close eye on Chris so that nothing happens to him. Do you get it? I know you don't like to think, but try real hard to realize how dangerous it was to leave him all by himself."
"I'm sorry. And I'm offended, I think." Chris and Hayden snickered but quickly stifled it as Wyatt glared at them. "I messed up Cait, I realized it, then couldn't find him. I have a mom Caitlin and you're not it."
"I should tell your mom." She watched Wyatt wince and smiled triumphantly. "I won't. But I should."
"Wy?" Chris said quietly, interrupting the two older kids.
"What?" Wyatt asked, looking down into Chris' green eyes and saw the look and looked around nervously.
"Somethin's wrong. Nothin' keeps hissin' and growlin'."
"Where did she come from? Mom locked her in the attic so that she wouldn't get out." Wyatt hefted Chris' bag for him so Chris could hold onto the cat and he scanned the area. "We need to get back home. Now."
"What's going on?" Hayden asked as he and Cait hurried after the Halliwell's.
"Uh..." Wyatt glanced back at Hayden and Cait as he attempted to hustle Chris along. "We'll see you two tomorrow. I left D.J. waiting. Thanks for finding Chris. I really appreciate it Cait. I owe ya."
"Thanks Cait! Bye!" Chris said as he waved then followed Wyatt.
Waiting at the next streetlamp Wyatt saw D.J. standing with both their bags and a mouth full of chocolate. It was a good excuse not to try and explain that he had a feeling dark magic was brewing.
"You were supposed to wait until someone examines your bag."
"I was hungry." D.J. looked at Chris who held the cat tightly. "Where did you find the nerd?"
Chris sneered and got ready to scream, but it was Wyatt who grabbed D.J. and pulled him against him. Wyatt leaned in to talk lowly into D.J.'s ear, "If I ever hear you call him that again, I'm going to blast you into billions of tiny little bits. Got it?"
"Got it. Geez," D.J. said, fixing his hair and glasses as he was released, "Like you don't call him that."
"That's different." Wyatt looked at his little brother who was staring up the street with nervous eyes. "Let's go." They turned the corner and ran into Maggie and Brad who smiled at the three boys. "We found him. My friend Caitlin was with him."
"Good to hear. Are you okay Chris?" Maggie asked as she bent over and petted the cat.
"I'm okay. We're heading home now." Chris said as he watched Brad touching Maggie's back.
"Do you guys need us to walk you home?" Brad asked as he took Maggie's hand in his own.
"No, we're fine, heading home now."
"I'll see you two next Friday."
"Bye Maggie." Chris said as he looked at Wyatt. "Think she'll tell Mom?"
"Hope not or I'm dust."
"So not fair, how come you two get her and I get Mrs. Bombeck?" D.J. said as he continued to watch Maggie.
"Let's go." Wyatt said as he shook his head and started for home.
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Present Day
There was no mistaking that Avalon Night Club was where the party was truly at. The trendy and modern night club was thoroughly decked out for Halloween from the spiderwebs to the strings of orange and purple lights and the fog rolling across the floor. Black lights and strobes flashed and made strange patterns amidst the costumed crowd that had gathered. Waitresses in mad scientist costumes carried trays of test tubes that contained green liquid illuminated so that it appeared to glow. Out on the dance floor young people laughed and danced to the sounds of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" while werewolves and zombies took the stage around the deejay booth.
Wyatt Halliwell adjusted the sword that was belted at his waist so that he could more comfortably lean against the wall. Being a wall-flower wasn't his usual style, but at the moment he was waiting for his best friend to return to him with their drinks and otherwise simply taking it all in. There was plenty to observe and absorb about the night. Not to mention the girl in the Little Red Riding Hood costume kept winking at him. This time when she did, Wyatt waggled his eyebrows and winked back.
"I saw that," D.J. said as he returned to his friend with two glasses of Coke.
"Saw what?" Wyatt asked innocently.
D.J. grinned, "You having fun. It's been a while." Wyatt just nodded and realized that D.J. hit the nail on the head, it had been quite a while since he'd gone out to just have fun. "The bar is crazy crowded over there. Avalon's doing some good business tonight."
Wyatt nodded again and sipped his drink. "Yeah, I bet the line to get in is out the door by now."
D.J. pushed his glasses up his nose, bobbing his head to the music, "Undoubtedly. It's the best party in town. Just as good as what Webster Hall or any of the other New York clubs might be doing tonight. I'd rather be here in Boston with my tw--my best buddy though." D.J. made an attempt to steer the subject just as quickly away from his near slip over Chris not being with them, "I think Ariel over there was checking me out. I love red heads."
"It's a wig," Wyatt said with a chuckle as he checked out the mermaid for the night.
"Party pooper."
"Dudes, aren't you like... missing a musketeer?" a guy dressed like Jack Sparrow, holding a bottle of beer asked. D.J. nearly groaned. So much for the plan of avoiding their missing link, he could see the look returning to Wyatt's face already.
D.J. cleared his throat, "Actually, we planned it this way. Anyone can be the three musketeers. It's a lot more original to be just two."
That answer seemed to satisfy 'Captain Jack' because the guy laughed, tapped his beer to D.J.'s Coke and headed off into the crowd.
"Chris is missing out," Wyatt said with a frown as he took another sip of his drink. "Talk about someone who needs to have some fun." Wyatt sighed heavily.
"Eh, the little nerd felt books were more important, what's new?" D.J. offered in a light-hearted tone.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call him that?" Wyatt asked, mockingly balling up a fist and grinning at D.J. to show that he didn't really mean it. D.J. just chuckled and held up a hand in defense. Wyatt sighed and looked back at the dance floor. "Besides, he'll come join us after he's convinced he's studied enough for his test tomorrow. Every teacher at his egg-head school knows tonight is a big party night. It's just cruel to have planned a test for the day after."
D.J. nodded in agreement, "It should be against the law, but you and I can have fun without him, right? Until he shows up?"
In the background the music shifted to a remix of the "Ghost Busters" song. Wyatt gulped the rest of his Coke down and set the empty cup on a passing waitress's empty tray. He plucked his feathered hat up and perched it on his head. "You're right. C'mon Porthos, let's go see if Red Riding Hood and Ariel want dance partners."
The other young man finished his drink and stuck it on a table where another set of wallflowers were lurking and trotted after Wyatt, "I thought you'd never ask, Athos. Let's go."
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The Halliwell Apartment was dark save for a crack in the door that allowed a long rectangle of light to spill in to the hallway upon the carpeted floor. But the apartment was silent and one would presume the apartment was empty until a click was heard from inside.
Past the living room furniture, tucked off into the closet which should have been heavily booby-trapped against tampering, the Book of Shadows sat on its ornate pedestal. Suddenly the door opened and a shadow fell across the Book. A gloved hand reached forward toward the Book of Shadows.
Illuminated by the moonlight and the streetlamps outside the shadowy figure makes their way through the apartment and steps back into the apartment proper, holding the Book of Shadows tightly against their body. The exit of the figure sends a single white feather drifting from where it had fallen by the door, golden sparkles of magic trailing from it. Back in the Halliwell alter room, another white feather lay beside the podium.
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Chris Halliwell sat on the steps of Harvard Library and just stared in the direction of the horse and rider as Seung continued to babble on about how cool that costume was. Was it too much to ask that just one Halloween be normal with no magical situations to totally ruin the holiday? Normally, he wouldn't mind his plans being altered, but this test was of major importance and it seemed no one else cared.
Now he had to figure out where the heck that horse and rider disappeared to and why it appeared at all. The red and blue lights were coming toward the building, he narrowed his eyes as the police car stopped and walked up to the group of students who gathered outside.
"Anyone know what happened and what frat house thought this was funny?" Everyone save Chris started talking at once and the police officer shook his head. "Stop, one at a time. Starting with you." He pointed at Chris who sighed deeply and stood up. "Do you know what happened?"
"I was walking up to the building and a horse burst through the glass doors, went down there and then veered off to the left," Chris said.
"Any idea who the rider was?"
"No, guy was dressed in black armor and chain mail, head to toe and I was too busy trying not to be trampled. But if I find out, I'm going to wring his neck. I have a huge test to study for tonight."
"Well you won't be doing any studying here," the police officer said, turning to address the rest of the gathered crowd, "I'm going to take all your names and numbers and will get back to you later. For tonight we're going to close this place off."
Chris groaned. He looked skyward and said loudly. "Why is someone trying to make me fail this test?"
The police officer looked at him with a smile on his face, "Relax kid, I'm sure you can study other places." The man handed Chris a notepad and Chris wrote his name and number down as he continued to worry about the test that he had to study for.
"Except for the extra reference materials are in that building right there." Chris threw his hands up. "Do you know what percentage of our grade this test is worth?"
"I'll take care him officer." Seung draped an arm over Chris' shoulders and smiled.
"I've never ever said this before to a college student. But I'm going to to say it right now. Get this kid a drink and lighten him up a bit. It's college, you're supposed to be enjoying yourself kid." The officer walked away to get some more names.
Seung shook his head and patted his friend's shoulder, "Come on Chris, obviously studying isn't in the cards, let's go enjoy the festivities."
"You go, I'm gonna go to the student union," Chris told his friend, though his mind was already racing through possibilities. No... it was obvious that studying wasn't in the cards.
"Good luck," Seung called over his shoulder.
Chris watched Seung walk away and narrowed his eyes and looked skyward with a sneer. Just one little hint would have been appreciated. Instead he nearly got knocked over as a girl dressed as Tinkerbell flitted past him, she turned and smiled.
"Hi Chris." She bit down on her bottom lip and walked toward him.
"Hey Maddie." She was one of the cheerleaders and knew him well.
"You going to the Halloween party at the coach's house?"
"No, I'm gonna be cracking the books tonight," Chris said. Yeah. One book. Namely the Book of Shadows back at his apartment. He glanced back toward the library, "Just, not here."
"Oh." She looked disappointed. But then the girl brightened and flashed a smile that truly befitted the pixie outfit she was wearing. "You could come as my date for a few hours, then study? It could be fun." She walked over to him and kept that smile on her face. She traced fingers up the front of his shirt and batted her eyelashes coyly. "Please..." The word was drawn out on saccharine sweet tones.
"I'm gonna have to take a rain check, this test is hugely important. Sorry."
She pouted then kissed him on the cheek. "If you change your mind you know the way. I'm sure the coach wouldn't mind you crashing the party."
"Have fun." Chris told her. He glanced at his watch. If he could get this figured out soon enough, he could still spend the rest of the night cramming for the test. First things, first... get a better look at the rider so I know what it is I've got to look up in the Book. Squaring his shoulders, Chris walked in the direction that the horse and rider took off in. Sometimes being a witch really was a pain.
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As Chris walked away, two figures moved from the back of the on-looking crowd of students.
"It worked, he's off after the horseman." Hannah said with a tinge of excitement in her voice. She stood near a tree amidst the milling students as she watched the younger of the two Halliwell boys starting off on his quest.
"Now, to make sure the older one is where he is supposed to be, then it's all ours." Rex smiled.
"Why didn't we just go when he was studying?" she questioned, pushing her glasses up her nose, "He seems upset that he can't study."
"Because," Rex said with impatience in his voice but he took a deep breath. "Because the library closes at eleven o'clock and we need to distract him until midnight. At the twelve o'clock hour when the Book of Shadows is in our hands, all Halliwell power will be ours." He laughed and started walking toward the Avalon apartments with Hannah chasing after him.
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Destined: The Charmed Sons
Episode 1.4, An All-Knighter
Chapter Three
The writhing bodies and pulsing beats that filled Avalon nightclub continued to pulse out into the street where a line of costumed individuals waited for their chance to get in. At the front of the line, Spencer, Maria, and Kiara stood with some other Harvard students laughing and attempting to bribe the bouncer to get in before the requisite number of people left the club.
"Maximum occupation was meant to be broken for nightclubs," Spencer casually argued as he shifted the cloak he was wearing. The young man gave the bouncer a slick grin, "My Dad works for the fire department, they won't shut you down... I have connections."
The bouncer simply lifted an eyebrow and grunted at him, shaking his head and went back to making sure that no one slipped past without his noticing.
Maria, meanwhile, closed her phone, "Seung says he's on his way over here. There was some crazy incident at the library. One of the frat houses, they haven't figure out which, pulled a mondo prank... damaged school property. Police called in and everything."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Something about a knight on horseback. Whoever is responsible the cops are looking for him."
"What about Chris? Is he coming too?" Kiara asked, plucking at the skirts of her Guinevere costume. She had somehow allowed Spencer to convince her to dress as Guinevere to compliment his King Arthur, but she had to admit that it was kind of fun. Even if they weren't inside the club yet, she was already having a good time. Though the closer they got to the entrance the more excited she got.
"Didn't say anything about Chris," Maria said with a shrug. "Knowing him, he's probably found some quiet place to hunker down and at least cram a little more."
"Totally sitting next to him tomorrow," Spencer agreed.
Five people slipped out of the club, waving to the Bouncer as they headed off down the street to hail a cab. The Bouncer nodded his head to the small group of Harvard students and motioned his thumb towards the door. "Alright, next five."
Maria winked at the Bouncer and then grinned as she grabbed Kiara's hand. The two sauntered into the pulsing lights ahead of the boys. "Now this is a party!" Maria said loudly as the friends passed by a figure at the bar wearing a Musketeer costume.
D.J. was at the bar attempting to get drinks and he was having a time flagging the bar-tender down to do it. Somewhere out in the crowd, dancing now with both Ariel and Little Red Riding Hood, Wyatt was grooving to Santana's "Black Magic Woman". D.J. turned to get a look at his oldest friend and smiled, it was the first time in over five months that he'd seen that easy smile on Wyatt's face. When Wyatt said he was moving out with Chris for grad school D.J. was skeptical that it would be a good idea. Obviously, he was wrong. Maybe being with his brother again was just what he needed. D.J. turned and bobbed his head to the tune, whistling cheerfully. He nearly swallowed the cheerful notes when he saw... or thought he saw... a familiar face staring at him out of the corner of his eye. "Janna..."
But when he turned his head she was gone. And in any case, the bartender had finally made his way over to him. So he ordered their drinks and started talking up Cinderella next to him; figuring that it was just a trick of the eye.
Meanwhile, Wyatt was grinning as he alternated between dancing with the two girls, spinning Ariel and making her giggle he turned himself around to dip Little Red Riding Hood. D.J. was right, he was having fun. So, it probably shouldn't have surprised him when he spotted the sparkle of blue lights off in a darker corner of the night club right behind a large coffin decorated with spider webs.
It nearly made him drop Little Red on the floor. Wyatt recovered quickly and flashed the pair a smile, "I'm going to go see what's taking Porthos so long with our drinks. You two don't wander off far okay?" They both giggled and started speaking to each other in excited whispers as Wyatt hurried off.
Wyatt pushed his way through the throng to meet Chris in the back corner. The look on Chris' face just said trouble. Then again Wyatt Halliwell should have known better than to assume that he could just have fun on this important Wiccan holiday.
The younger Halliwell looked his brother up and down and then shook his head, "You look ridiculous."
"Shut up." Wyatt shoved Chris who was shaking his head at the costume. "I thought you were studying."
"So did I."
"Please tell me that you changed your mind and wanted to celebrate this holiday."
"Wish I could big brother."
"But you were studying right?"
"Trying to, but someone else thought otherwise."
Wyatt winced. He knew that expression in his brother's face and he didn't like it. "Goblins?"
Chris shook his head, "I can handle goblins on my own. If it were goblins, I wouldn't have come to get you." Wyatt wasn't sure if he was comforted by that or not, but waited for his brother to continue, "This... I'm not sure, but I don't think it's just someone's idea of a Halloween prank. It has magic written all over it."
"Dee..." Wyatt said, standing on tiptoe to try to spot their friend through the dancing crowd.
"Wy, forget D.J. for a second and listen," Chris grabbed his arm, "I followed the horseman--"
"Horseman? Like the headless horseman...?" Instinctively Wyatt reached up to touch his neck and winced.
"No. Shut up for a minute and listen!" Chris said tersely, "A knight. Shining armor. All of that. Just burst out of the library, nearly trampled me and ran off. Now, I'd say prank," Hell, it would have been a funny all things considered, "...if not for the fact that the only hoof prints left behind were left behind on stone. Like they were burned into-- would you at least take off that ridiculous hat?"
Now Wyatt was listening and he pulled off his musketeer hat; and placed it onto the top of the coffin.
"Happy?"
"Thrilled." Chris rolled his eyes. "It only left a trail on solid stone. Like it was burned into it. Not a trace of a trail on any grassy surface. I lost him about two blocks from the college, but we need to find him before someone gets hurt."
"Did you check the Book?"
"I didn't take the time. I don't think we can waste time on this one. I think we need to contain the problem first to make sure that a) magic isn't exposed and b) to make sure no one gets hurt. When the knight is contained; then we'll get to the Book of Shadows. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't seem to care about exposing magic. We get this horseman under wraps and then we consult the Book. That's the plan."
"Okay, I'm with you. Where do we start?"
"Back to where I lost the trail."
Wyatt started to move behind the coffin and his body began to dissolve into orbs. Chris grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him back before he could. Solid once more, Wyatt lifted an eyebrow at his little brother. "I thought you said we couldn't waste time?"
"I did, but I don't want magic being exposed." Chris started towards the exit; a man on a mission.
"But you just..." He started, glancing at the spot his brother had orbed into the night club at and then turned to see that his brother was already on the move. Wyatt sighed and rubbed his temples, then hurried after his brother, muttering under his breath about hypocritical behavior. The musketeer hat remained where he'd left it, forgotten, on the coffin.
Wyatt caught up to Chris and the two were almost at the exit when a young woman dressed up like Guinevere stepped in front of Chris. She was grinning at him. "Chris! You did come! I didn't think you'd make it!" She hugged him quickly and motioned around the club. "Isn't this great? What a crazy night, huh?"
"Oh, hey Kiara," Chris ordinarily would have been glad to have been missed, but he looked longingly towards the door. "Yeah... speaking of crazy knights..."
Wyatt stood in the doorway, an eyebrow raised at his little brother. Well? Come on. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can get back to enjoying myself and you can get back to whatever it is you're going to do. The older Halliwell motioned his head towards the exit.
Kiara caught the motion and furrowed her brow, "Are you leaving already? You just got here!" Kiara said pouting slightly.
"I came to get my brother. Something came up."
"Something is always coming up with you, isn't it?" Kiara asked with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. "Seriously, though, can't whatever it is wait?"
Wyatt cleared his throat loudly enough to be heard over the music. Chris... tick-tock... Want my suggestion?
No.
Once we finish with this problem, you should come back and ask her for a dance.
Why, when I say "no" do you still feel that it's necessary to give me your opinion anyway?
"I'm afraid not, but hey, if we can get it taken care of before it's too late, we'll be back. Save a dance for me?" Chris asked, adding in some charm, despite being slightly annoyed at having taken Wyatt's suggestion.
"Sure," Kiara said with a smile, "This is much better than studying in the library. You just be sure you take care of whatever it is and get back before midnight."
"What happens at midnight? Your ride home turns back into a pumpkin?" Wyatt asked.
Chris groaned, but gave Kiara a smile and dragged his brother out the door. "Later Kiara." Once outside Chris gave Wyatt a look. "Your ride home turns back into a pumpkin? Seriously, Wyatt?"
"How come you haven't asked her out on a date? She's kind of cute."
Chris just gave Wyatt a look and pulled him into an alley.
"I mean it Chris. When's the last time you went out with a girl?" Wyatt asked, "If you aren't going to ask her out, can I? You have all these girls, but they're 'just friends' and..."
"We don't have time for this conversation," Chris said as he placed a hand on Wyatt's shoulder and orbed the two of them out.
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Samara Hayley was nearly back to the cracked-open door of the Halliwell brother's apartment, holding the Book of Shadows against her chest. The wings of her costume were gone, leaving her dressed only in white silken garments and long elbow length gloves on her hands. When she heard voices approaching she inwardly cursed. Her eyes widened and glancing down at the precious book she now held, she frowned. The whole point was not to get caught. If she got caught then her mission would be jeopardized... no, her mission would be a failure. But she needed the Book.
Torn between putting the Book of Shadows back and just making a break for it, she hesitated with one foot poised to step. Fight or flight were her options. A smile spread as she realized another option, and moistening her lips she ducked quickly into a corner behind the door. A few words, indistinguishable since they were spoken so softly left her lips. The shadows seemed to draw around her, helping to hide her from whoever might be approaching. Despite being clothed in all white, the woman had nearly melted into the shadows.
The voices outside the door were louder, easier to distinguish. They weren't the voices of the brothers or of their half-demon friend. Instead they were the voices of a man and a woman.
"What if the older brother comes up from the party?" Hannah asked as Rex paused in front of the door.
"If he does, I doubt he'll check their altar room. The younger one strikes me more as the keeper of the Book. Besides we can handle one witch."
"Even the Twice Blessed?" Hannah frowned, "The door is open."
"There doesn't appear to be anyone inside. Seems we're in luck and they forgot to lock up behind themselves." Rex said, gingerly pushing the door open. "Stay alert, however."
"What about him being the Twice Blessed?"
"I'm not worried about it. He can't be as powerful as the Charmed Ones were. He's just one witch. And we did nearly beat the Charmed Ones... we would have..." Rex shook his head and stepped into the darkened apartment. "No matter, now we have a second chance."
More light spilled in now that the door was fully open and the two continued forward. In her hiding place behind the door, Samara held the Book tighter to her chest. No one else was taking it from her. Not now that she had her hands on it. Her golden-brown eyes followed the path of the two would-be thieves as they made their way across the apartment.
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D.J. made his way through the crowd and froze when he saw Janna out of the corner of his eye. But as soon as he turned she was gone. A cold chill went down his back as he kept his eyes open. As he got to the place where he left Wyatt and the girls.
"Where'd he go?" D.J. handed Ariel and Red Riding Hood their drinks.
"He said he was going to find you, but we saw him talking with another guy then hurrying out the door." D.J. groaned.
"About my height, dark brown hair, skinny kid with an intense need to study?"
"The answer is yes to all but the last. He was cute though." Red giggled and D.J. rolled his eyes.
"Yes, he's always been so damn cute I could just..." D.J. stopped himself. "If you ladies could excuse me, I've got to go find my friends." They pouted but went on to the next guys in a heartbeat. D.J. pushed his way through the crowd and ran straight into Janna.
"Janna!"
"Miss me darling?" She pulled an athame out and D.J. stepped away.
"Not particularly but people could get hurt if we do this in here. Let's say we take this outside."
Janna smiled, it was a cold juxtaposition to the look of shear hatred in her eyes. "Yes lover, let's take this outside."
Janna didn't wait long once the two of them had passed by the crowds waiting to enter the club and were secluded in the alley between buildings. She took a swipe with the athame at D.J. The half-manticore twisted aside.
"I don't get what you have to be angry at me about! You're the one that betrayed me," D.J. said.
"You tried to vanquish me with potions. I'd say that gives me a right to be angry at you."
"You tried to kill my two best friends! Ughff!" D.J. grunted as Janna's booted foot connected with his chest. He stumbled back against the alley wall and let out a yelp as she stabbed at him again with the athame. "Don't make me do something we'll both regret Janna. I have a strict policy about not hitting women, but I'm willing to make exceptions when it comes to demons."
Janna paused, her eyes narrowed. "You shouldn't even be friends with the Halliwells. You've got the blood of a demon running through your veins. It's only a matter of time before the call of your Manticore blood is too strong for you to resist."
"I think you're under-estimating me," D.J. retorted.
The two of them continued circling one another in the alley with Janna taking swings at him and D.J. dodging them. It would have appeared to be a dance if not for the deadly seriousness that Janna wielded the athame. Like the pair of them were trapped in a dangerous tango, D.J. caught Janna's arms and dipped her back during one strike with the dagger.
"I have a lot of self-control and a sense of self-preservation. I'm just sorry that I didn't realize you were a demon. I trusted you and you tried to use me to get to Wyatt and Chris."
Janna pulled herself back up and thrust her hips forward. The momentum rocked D.J. back against a dumpster and then the two spun again with D.J. knocking the athame to the ground. Janna twisted away from him and was pulled back, the dance continuing.
"You may have self-control, D.J. but why do you still take little trips into the Underworld? The Manticore powers tempt you and the call of the darkness is singing in your blood. You're in such a perfect position to reap the rewards of the bounty on the Halliwells. They trust you."
"Just like I trusted you," D.J. says, "But unlike certain backstabbing, demonic wenches... I don't stab people in the back when they put their faith in me."
Janna smiled as the two of them tumbled to the ground of the dirty alley. "That still doesn't tell me why you keep playing in the Underworld. It's why I knew I could get close to the Halliwells through you. I watched you down there in the demonic bars, studied you, observed. And when the opportunity presented itself, I worked my way into your life.
"I go down there for information."
"Admit it. The allure of evil calls to you."
"It's research."
Janna hit D.J. in the gut with her elbow, making him grunt and let her go. She stretched, while he was trying to catch his breath and wrapped her fingers around the hilt of the athame. "You could do so much better for yourself..." she said, raising the athame over him.
"Hey!" a female voice broke into the alley. Janna paused in her death strike to look in the direction and as she did, caught a glass bottle to the face. D.J. quickly shoved her off of him and scrambled away. Janna, now with a bloody cut down one temple snarled.
"Get away from him, you crazy bitch," Andrea Peyton said, still silhouetted in the mouth of the alley. "The next bottle I throw will have a vanquishing potion in it. So I suggest you get packing and don't come back."
"This isn't over Manticore-boy," Janna said before shimmering away.
Andrea moved over to where D.J. was still kneeling on the ground, catching his breath. Her attire appeared to be almost Renaissance in appearance, with a crown of laurel leaves around her head, and wearing a long reddish-brown wig. She looked at D.J. and offered him a hand up. "You okay?"
"Not really," he said, looking at her. "Who are you supposed to be?"
"Morgan le Fay," Andrea replied, then frowned. "I'm glad she left and didn't try to call my bluff. I don't have any vanquishing potions on me. Who was your friend?"
D.J. brushed his hands off, "Nobody important. I was handling it."
"You were doing a great job of it."
"Nobody likes a smart ass, Andy."
"And that's why you hang out with Chris and Wyatt?"
D.J. grunted and straightened his glasses. "Touche. So... Morgan le Fay, huh? I wouldn't have guessed that one. I figured you were just a reject from a Renaissance Faire..."
Andrea lifted an eyebrow, "Hey now. You don't have any room to joke about someone else's costume. I think you're short two musketeers."
"I noticed that."
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A mass of orbs shimmered and formed into the figures of Wyatt and Chris Halliwell. "It was just around the corner here where I lost the trail of the horseman. He was just following the sidewalks and roadways before that, leaving a clear trail of hoof prints... and then I think he realized he was being followed. That's when he cut across the Weeks Memorial Bridge and made a beeline for The Soldiers Field Athletic Area."
"Okay. So, great... we've got a lot of ground to cover then."
"A lot of grassy ground," Chris replied. He shook his head. "This is a massive campus Wyatt. And there's nothing to say the horseman is even going to stay around campus."
Wyatt patted his brother on the shoulder, "Hang in there. We've got this. We'll just split up. We can cover more ground that way, keep the telepathic hot line open and if we run into the trail again, we just call on the other one."
Chris smiled, "And you say that you can't come up with plans."
"Don't get used to it. It's not that I can't come up with them. It's that I'd rather just get to the action part. Besides, coming up with plans is what I keep you around for," Wyatt said, picking a direction and starting walking. "You go that way, I'll start in this direction."
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