Post by adzpower on Aug 30, 2016 10:51:24 GMT -5
Charmed Reborn Chapter Six: “When in London”
Prue Halliwell sat in a bar in her hotel, it was one of the nicest, most luxurious places she had ever been, The May Fair Hotel, traditional but with a modern flair and lots to do, it had a theatre, a casino and a spa. She’d wanted to see some of London but so far, she hadn’t been very successful, mainly because of jet leg, she was only going to be here another two days, and today was the day of the shoot, to say she was nervous was an understatement, she was literally going to be photographing royalty.
For the next two days she had made a pact with herself to not think about demons or magic, this was definitely a break she needed, even if it was only for a few days.
She found it funny that neither she nor her sisters had ever been to a different country, when they literally had their own taxi service at home thanks to Leo. Not that she’d recommend him abusing his powers like that, eurgh, she thought, she was thinking about magic again.
“Ms Halliwell?” a voice said from behind her.
She whirled around and nearly dropped her early morning latte, standing in front of her was possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, raven coloured hair, bright blue eyes, stubble, a clearly athletic looking body.
“Uh, yes?” she managed to spit out.
“My name is Will, I’ll be your guide for the day”.
“Yes please” she mumbled.
“Sorry?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing, let’s go!” Prue said, flushing.
Together the two of them walked out the hotel and to the nearest train station, London basically had its own underground train railway system very similar to the New York subway called the Underground. It sounded sinister to her but maybe that was because it sounded so much like “underworld”, dammit, she thought, she was thinking about magic again.
They waited patiently for their train.
“So you live around here?” Prue wondered, trying to make conversation.
“Oh no, I come from a far less posh part of England” Will said, smiling.
Their train arrived and they got on, Prue smashed up against the wall because all the seats were taken and apparently this was rush hour.
About an hour later they had reached their destination, Hyde Park, one of the biggest parks in London.
Will told her that if they followed it all the way to the end they would be at Kensington palace, which was definitely something Prue wouldn’t mind seeing.
She could see the set-up for the shoot from where they were standing, a whole cordoned off area was visible, lots of security was about, she guessed that these were important people.
They trudged through the damp grass and reached their destination. Security eyed Prue up, she did her best innocent look and was let through the barriers along with Will.
Three hours later along with lots of photographing and the shoot was done and dusted. That didn’t last anywhere near as long as Prue thought it would, turns out the Lady was not very fussy and seemed annoyed to be even doing the shoot, she guessed even royalty got tired of being royal sometimes and just wanted to enjoy their day.
“How about some lunch?” Will asked.
“God yes I am starving” Prue said, holding her stomach.
Will laughed, “You say what you think, I like that”.
“Well thanks, I think”. Prue said, unsure.
They walked across the road to a small café, it was so comfortable and welcoming, she wished her sisters could be here to experience this with her.
Will insisted on ordering what he called “traditional English food”, which worried her, she didn’t even really know what English food would be like, but to her pleasant surprise the waitress bought over some grilled cheese and ham sandwiches and some scones.
It was so stereotypical of her as a tourist but she didn’t care, it was all delicious, and after about two hours talking with Will non-stop she realised that she really liked him, he had been raised on a farm on the outskirts of London and moved into the main city a few years ago for his job. So at heart, he was a rural guy, Prue could definitely get with that.
They left the café and walked down the street, Prue feeling warm inside, she hadn’t felt a spark for someone like this in a long time. They talked some more about her life (Prue leaving out the magic part obviously). And discussed more of his, like how his grandfather had served in the War, and that he had two younger sisters, she could definitely relate Prue thought.
As they walked further on Will began to slow down, he had turned pale, in fact, Prue thought, he looked damn terrified.
“What is it?” Prue asked.
“Um, nothing, let’s go back this way” he said as he turned himself and Prue around.
“What’s going on?” Prue demanded.
“I thought I just saw someone I knew, but I guess not” he tailed off as they turned in the opposite direction and found themselves face to face with at least five men.
“Will, where have you been?” the man in front asked.
Prue had to admit, he looked menacing, teeth stuck out in every direction, black leather jacket and tattoos, he seemed to think he looked intimidating. But Prue thought otherwise.
“Will, who is this?” she asked.
“Why don’t you tell your little girlfriend to walk away Will, we don’t want to hurt her” the man said.
Prue smiled, “I think it’s you that needs to walk away”.
The man’s smile faded.
He commanded his minions, “Grab them”.
The four men behind him surged forward and grabbed the two of them by the arms, pining them back behind them.
“You just made a big mistake” Prue said.
She squinted her eyes at the leader and sent him flying back into a shop window. The people outside ran away screaming. Prue didn’t like using her power in public but she couldn’t let Will get hurt.
She stamped her foot down onto the foot of the man to her left making him scream in pain, then bought her elbow up into the other man’s face, sending him reeling back.
“Will duck!” she yelled. He lowered his head and she lifted her arm up and sent the thugs holding him flying through the air.
“You’re a witch?” Will asked, shocked.
“Wait, how do you know?” she asked.
Before either of them could say more the leader of the pack blinked in behind Will, grabbed him and blinked away, Prue fell to her knees, damn it, she thought, she’d had no idea she’d been dealing with warlocks, who was that guy? And how would she be able to find Will?
Piper was making some lunch, she’d had a very, very boring day, not that she was cursing that fact, she was utterly overjoyed at it, the last time she’d got to have a normal day was probably years ago.
It was just her and Phoebe today since Prue was away and Leo had orbed away earlier to deal with a charge, Cole was nowhere to be seen but he seemed to do that a lot.
Phoebe came into the kitchen, yawning.
“Good morning sleepy head” Piper teased.
“Oh shush, I didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night if you know what I mean” she winked and smiled.
“Ew” Piper said, pouring her sister some coffee.
Phoebe drank gratefully and put down her mug.
“Uh, Piper, there’s something I have to get off my chest, and I feel like it would be easier telling you since you’re less judgemental than Prue”.
“That’s not true!” Piper exclaimed.
Then she twitched her mouth, “Hmm, yeah, ok, it’s true” she conceded.
“Well, it’s about my time in the underworld”.
“Oh” Piper said, she’d been hoping Phoebe would open up about her ordeal sooner or later.
“Go on” she pushed gently.
“The Source did something to me down there, something I don’t quite understand”.
“What?” Piper asked, rather concerned.
“He strapped me down to an altar and fed me images, I don’t know if he was tapping into my premonition power or what, but he showed me things, bad things, and sometimes he showed me you guys”.
“Me and Prue?” Piper questioned.
“Yeah, he showed me, it sounds stupid now that I say it out loud, but he showed me images or visions I guess, of you two hurting me, attacking me”.
“Phoebe, you’re my baby sister, sometimes I wanna strangle you but not out of spite” Piper grinned.
Phoebe smiled back, “I know, it just freaked me out is all”.
“Well I don’t know what he was trying to achieve but it obviously failed, right?” asked Piper.
“Right” Phoebe said, not very sure of herself.
The Seer materialized into her chambers, worried.
The Source knew someone had betrayed him, and that someone had helped Belthazor escape, no witch could have single-handedly weakened those magical restraints, not without help, and he knew it
Luckily she had managed to avoid much suspicion so far, but it would only take so long until he thought she had anything to do with it, The Source was nothing if not intelligent, he wouldn’t have lasted 500 years on the throne if he wasn’t.
But she was so close, she knew he had plans for the silly witch he had been mind warping for those few months, but she didn’t care about that. She just wanted power, the ultimate power as she saw it, and she’d stop at nothing to get it.
She had already commenced the first part of her plan, the next part, not so easy. Now she had to somehow steal the grimoire. A very dark, magical book full of ancient rituals and spells, including one she wanted very much.
Prue looked to her left, and then to her right, and then forward, she had no idea where she was. She could see the park in the distance but that was about it, she thought about calling for Leo, that would be the logical thing to do, but she knew he’d tell Piper and Phoebe and she didn’t want to get them involved, she’d promised them a few days off and she intended to keep that promise, she had to think, Will knew she was a witch, or at least he knew about witches, those guys were blinking, they were clearly warlocks, and they weren’t after her, they were after him. So that means…Will is a witch too? Why else would a group of warlocks take him? Which meant she had to act fast before they killed him for whatever power he had, obviously not an active one otherwise he would have surely used it to protect himself.
Now she knew exactly what she needed to do, she needed to scry.
She ran down the street, looking in each shop window before she came across what she was looking for, a book store.
She ran in, grabbed a map of London, paid and ran back out before finding a quiet alleyway, now she just needed a scrying crystal.
She lowered her head and concentrated, feeling that familiar sensation of separating oneself from their body, she astral projected home.
She materialized in the attic, good, she thought, no one was here, she ran across the room, grabbed the crystal and astraled back to the alleyway inside her body, she looked down at her left hand, the crystal was there, guess she could bring objects back with her now, handy she thought as she spread the map out on the ground and began to swing the crystal over it, she felt like she’d forgotten something, damn it, she thought, she needed something of Will’s.
Then she remembered he’d given her a tissue earlier whilst on the train, please let me still have it she thought desperately as she rummaged through her bag. Thank God she thought as she pulled out the crumpled tissue, not exactly a treasured item but hopefully it would do the trick.
She swung the crystal again whilst holding the tissue, thinking of Will, of his beautiful face, concentrate! She internally yelled at herself, she could feel it pulling, she moved her hand to the right and boom! The crystal point slammed down onto a destination, “The Red Lion”, the map said. Huh? Thought Prue as she shoved the crystal and the map down into her bag, oh well, here goes she thought. She had always wondered if she could do this, but had never tried, it was now or never.
She lowered her head and concentrated intently, focusing on the location she’d seen on the map before she let out a gasp, she was struggling to breathe for a moment, and when she opened her eyes she looked up at a big sign above her head, “The Red Lion”, it was a really shady looking bar, or pub. She smiled, she had done it, projected her whole body to a different location. She felt exhausted though, the amount of energy that must have taken must have been massive, she definitely wouldn’t be trying that again anytime soon.
She took a look around the outside, definitely shady, all the windows were boarded up, the warlocks had chosen this location on purpose, no one would disturb them here, except for her that is, she smirked as she looked for a way in.
Phoebe and Piper had decided to meet Cole and Leo for an early dinner at their favourite Italian restaurant just a couple of blocks away from Prescott Street, it was a bit of a hole in the wall and barely anyone knew it was there, but the food was delicious.
Leo looked sheepish, remembering the last double date he and Piper had gone on with Phoebe and Cole, how he had been humiliated for not being able to pay. At least Cole was in the same boat now though he thought as the main dish arrived, Spaghetti Bolognese, a classic.
An hour later and Phoebe had her hands on her stomach, she was too full to even stand, Cole helped her up and together with Leo and Piper they left the restaurant, admiring the stars as they crossed the streets back home.
“Ya know, I think tonight might be the nicest night I’ve had in months” Phoebe murmured to Cole.
“I can’t disagree with that” he said as he bought his lips down for a kiss, Phoebe reciprocated, she still felt off, but at least she had her man and her family with her.
Just as they rounded a corner Phoebe heard someone scream.
She whirled around and noticed an alley off to the side of a housing estate, she took off at a run down towards it.
“Phoebe wait!” she heard Piper yell behind her.
She reached the mouth of the alley and peered down, there was a body lying on the ground, a woman, she ran towards her and was hit with a premonition, a demon with black skin, wielding an athame killing a woman with a necklace like a triple crescent. She came out of the vision to see Cole kneeling down beside her, examining the body.
“She’s alive, I think we scared it off” he stated.
“Way to go Captain obvious” Piper said, trying to catch her breath.
Cole ignored the jibe, “What did you see?” he asked Phoebe.
“I saw a woman die, I think she might have been a witch”.
“This woman?” Piper asked.
Phoebe looked into the woman’s face, it was her.
“Yeah, but the time of day in my vision was day, not night”.
“And I’m pretty sure it happened in a park, though I couldn’t tell which one”.
The woman slowly started to come too.
“What happened? Who are you?” she asked.
She had on an orange and green coat and she wore the triple crescent necklace Phoebe had seen in the vision.
“You were attacked by a demon” Cole said.
“That answers one of my questions” the woman said flatly.
“It’s ok, we aren’t going to hurt you, we’re going to help you” Piper said encouragingly.
“If you’re a witch you may have heard of us, The Charmed Ones” Phoebe confessed.
The woman gasped.
“Of course I’ve heard of you, but aren’t there supposed to be three of you” the woman peered around trying to look for a third sister.
“Unfortunately one of us is on vacation right now, but trust us, we’ll stop this demon” Phoebe said.
“Let’s go” Piper murmured to Leo.
The five figures huddled together and orbed back to the manor.
“So I saw a park in my vision, do you have any idea where it could have been? It looked like there was an old amphitheatre there or something”.
“Oh, of course, that’s Stanley Arboreta, I walk past it on the way to work”.
“God, I didn’t even ask your name, I’m so sorry” Phoebe said, guilty.
“It’s Susan”. The woman said, smiling.
“What did the demon look like again?” Piper asked.
“Like Belthazor, but reverse, black skin, red markings”.
“I know him, his name is Sykes, one of The Source’s assassins, he must have been sent to wipe out local covens” Cole said.
“How do we find him?” Leo asked.
“I have a really bad idea” Phoebe said.
Prue had found a trap door at the back of the pub, nothing good ever came of climbing down a dilapidated old tunnel into a bar she thought as she waved her hands and made the door fly open.
She jumped down as sprightly as she could, she was still pretty tired from projecting but she had regained some strength, hopefully enough of it.
She came out from the basement and found herself in a dingy corridor, it had two doors at either end, one that looked like it opened into the bar area, the other area was shut off but it looked like a shady games room old men liked to play poker in and bet their wives for a few thousand bucks.
She made her way to the bar, if anything maybe she could find a weapon of some kind.
She struck gold, there was an old bread knife under the bar, it looked pretty rusty but hopefully it would do the trick, she tucked it into her jeans and went back to investigate the end room.
She could hear the low murmur of voices, looked like she had found what she was looking for.
She thought about how to do this, she had no idea how many of them were in there, she decided to astral project into the back of the room, hoping no one would notice her.
She peered around from behind a stack of crates, it was the same five warlocks from earlier with Will tied up in a chair, he was covered in blood and looked like he was in a lot of pain with cuts down his face.
Prue couldn’t wait any longer. She projected back to her body and raised her arm making the door fly off its hinges into the room, instantly crushing and killing one of the warlocks.
“You again!” the head warlock yelled as he flung what Prue could only describe as an energy dart her way, she squinted her eyes and reflected it back at another of the warlocks, sending him to a fiery death. That just left three.
Prue ran towards one of them and flung her palm up into his nose, breaking it, she unsheathed the rusty bread knife and plunged it into his gut, sending him up in flames.
Two to go. Prue waved her arm and send a warlock into the crates, knocking him unconscious, which just left the leader.
“Who are you?” the leader said, cowering behind Will.
“I’m Prue, nice to meet you” she said as she let go of the bread knife, squinting her eyes and making it fly through the air into the leader’s neck, he screamed in agony as he exploded into ash.
Prue wasted no time and waved her hand at the rope tying Will down, she lugged him up onto her shoulders and dragged him out of the pub, going through the front door this time, using her telekinesis to open each barrier in her way.
Finally they reached the front and made their way down the pathway, finally she set Will down and took a couple of breaths before yelling, “Leo!”
He appeared in a flurry or orbs looking concerned, “What is it?” “Who’s this?”
“Leo, I’ll explain but please heal him”.
Leo got to work and his hands began to glow as the healing took effect, after a moment Will woke up, looking like his normal, healthy self.
“Thank God” Prue said.
“You wanna explain this?” Leo questioned.
“Never mind” he said.
“We have a situation back at home anyway”.
Prue, suddenly worried, “What’s up?” she asked.
“Uh, Piper made me promise not to tell you, she said enjoy your vacation”.
And just like that he orbed back out, presumably back home to the manor.
“Chicken!” Prue yelled into the sky.
Will stood up.
“I can’t believe you saved me” he said, looking embarrassed.
“Thank you”.
“It was nothing” Prue smiled.
“It was my life, that’s not nothing”.
“Why did those warlocks want you anyway?”
“Oh, I kind of screwed them over a few weeks ago, got half their gang vanquished, they wanted revenge I guess”.
“Oh, I see, but, you’re a witch?”
“Yes I am”.
“Huh, I feel like I know nothing about you all of a sudden” Prue said.
“I can solve that”.
He held out his hand for a handshake.
“My name is William Marks, a witch with the power to sense objects and people, and you are?”
Prue smiled and held her hand out, “Prue Halliwell, a witch with telekinesis and a mean right hook”.
They both laughed and walked off into the night, eager for some dinner.
End of Chapter Six, stay tuned for Chapter Seven: “All Seeing Eye”.
Prue Halliwell sat in a bar in her hotel, it was one of the nicest, most luxurious places she had ever been, The May Fair Hotel, traditional but with a modern flair and lots to do, it had a theatre, a casino and a spa. She’d wanted to see some of London but so far, she hadn’t been very successful, mainly because of jet leg, she was only going to be here another two days, and today was the day of the shoot, to say she was nervous was an understatement, she was literally going to be photographing royalty.
For the next two days she had made a pact with herself to not think about demons or magic, this was definitely a break she needed, even if it was only for a few days.
She found it funny that neither she nor her sisters had ever been to a different country, when they literally had their own taxi service at home thanks to Leo. Not that she’d recommend him abusing his powers like that, eurgh, she thought, she was thinking about magic again.
“Ms Halliwell?” a voice said from behind her.
She whirled around and nearly dropped her early morning latte, standing in front of her was possibly the most gorgeous man she had ever seen, raven coloured hair, bright blue eyes, stubble, a clearly athletic looking body.
“Uh, yes?” she managed to spit out.
“My name is Will, I’ll be your guide for the day”.
“Yes please” she mumbled.
“Sorry?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing, let’s go!” Prue said, flushing.
Together the two of them walked out the hotel and to the nearest train station, London basically had its own underground train railway system very similar to the New York subway called the Underground. It sounded sinister to her but maybe that was because it sounded so much like “underworld”, dammit, she thought, she was thinking about magic again.
They waited patiently for their train.
“So you live around here?” Prue wondered, trying to make conversation.
“Oh no, I come from a far less posh part of England” Will said, smiling.
Their train arrived and they got on, Prue smashed up against the wall because all the seats were taken and apparently this was rush hour.
About an hour later they had reached their destination, Hyde Park, one of the biggest parks in London.
Will told her that if they followed it all the way to the end they would be at Kensington palace, which was definitely something Prue wouldn’t mind seeing.
She could see the set-up for the shoot from where they were standing, a whole cordoned off area was visible, lots of security was about, she guessed that these were important people.
They trudged through the damp grass and reached their destination. Security eyed Prue up, she did her best innocent look and was let through the barriers along with Will.
Three hours later along with lots of photographing and the shoot was done and dusted. That didn’t last anywhere near as long as Prue thought it would, turns out the Lady was not very fussy and seemed annoyed to be even doing the shoot, she guessed even royalty got tired of being royal sometimes and just wanted to enjoy their day.
“How about some lunch?” Will asked.
“God yes I am starving” Prue said, holding her stomach.
Will laughed, “You say what you think, I like that”.
“Well thanks, I think”. Prue said, unsure.
They walked across the road to a small café, it was so comfortable and welcoming, she wished her sisters could be here to experience this with her.
Will insisted on ordering what he called “traditional English food”, which worried her, she didn’t even really know what English food would be like, but to her pleasant surprise the waitress bought over some grilled cheese and ham sandwiches and some scones.
It was so stereotypical of her as a tourist but she didn’t care, it was all delicious, and after about two hours talking with Will non-stop she realised that she really liked him, he had been raised on a farm on the outskirts of London and moved into the main city a few years ago for his job. So at heart, he was a rural guy, Prue could definitely get with that.
They left the café and walked down the street, Prue feeling warm inside, she hadn’t felt a spark for someone like this in a long time. They talked some more about her life (Prue leaving out the magic part obviously). And discussed more of his, like how his grandfather had served in the War, and that he had two younger sisters, she could definitely relate Prue thought.
As they walked further on Will began to slow down, he had turned pale, in fact, Prue thought, he looked damn terrified.
“What is it?” Prue asked.
“Um, nothing, let’s go back this way” he said as he turned himself and Prue around.
“What’s going on?” Prue demanded.
“I thought I just saw someone I knew, but I guess not” he tailed off as they turned in the opposite direction and found themselves face to face with at least five men.
“Will, where have you been?” the man in front asked.
Prue had to admit, he looked menacing, teeth stuck out in every direction, black leather jacket and tattoos, he seemed to think he looked intimidating. But Prue thought otherwise.
“Will, who is this?” she asked.
“Why don’t you tell your little girlfriend to walk away Will, we don’t want to hurt her” the man said.
Prue smiled, “I think it’s you that needs to walk away”.
The man’s smile faded.
He commanded his minions, “Grab them”.
The four men behind him surged forward and grabbed the two of them by the arms, pining them back behind them.
“You just made a big mistake” Prue said.
She squinted her eyes at the leader and sent him flying back into a shop window. The people outside ran away screaming. Prue didn’t like using her power in public but she couldn’t let Will get hurt.
She stamped her foot down onto the foot of the man to her left making him scream in pain, then bought her elbow up into the other man’s face, sending him reeling back.
“Will duck!” she yelled. He lowered his head and she lifted her arm up and sent the thugs holding him flying through the air.
“You’re a witch?” Will asked, shocked.
“Wait, how do you know?” she asked.
Before either of them could say more the leader of the pack blinked in behind Will, grabbed him and blinked away, Prue fell to her knees, damn it, she thought, she’d had no idea she’d been dealing with warlocks, who was that guy? And how would she be able to find Will?
Piper was making some lunch, she’d had a very, very boring day, not that she was cursing that fact, she was utterly overjoyed at it, the last time she’d got to have a normal day was probably years ago.
It was just her and Phoebe today since Prue was away and Leo had orbed away earlier to deal with a charge, Cole was nowhere to be seen but he seemed to do that a lot.
Phoebe came into the kitchen, yawning.
“Good morning sleepy head” Piper teased.
“Oh shush, I didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night if you know what I mean” she winked and smiled.
“Ew” Piper said, pouring her sister some coffee.
Phoebe drank gratefully and put down her mug.
“Uh, Piper, there’s something I have to get off my chest, and I feel like it would be easier telling you since you’re less judgemental than Prue”.
“That’s not true!” Piper exclaimed.
Then she twitched her mouth, “Hmm, yeah, ok, it’s true” she conceded.
“Well, it’s about my time in the underworld”.
“Oh” Piper said, she’d been hoping Phoebe would open up about her ordeal sooner or later.
“Go on” she pushed gently.
“The Source did something to me down there, something I don’t quite understand”.
“What?” Piper asked, rather concerned.
“He strapped me down to an altar and fed me images, I don’t know if he was tapping into my premonition power or what, but he showed me things, bad things, and sometimes he showed me you guys”.
“Me and Prue?” Piper questioned.
“Yeah, he showed me, it sounds stupid now that I say it out loud, but he showed me images or visions I guess, of you two hurting me, attacking me”.
“Phoebe, you’re my baby sister, sometimes I wanna strangle you but not out of spite” Piper grinned.
Phoebe smiled back, “I know, it just freaked me out is all”.
“Well I don’t know what he was trying to achieve but it obviously failed, right?” asked Piper.
“Right” Phoebe said, not very sure of herself.
The Seer materialized into her chambers, worried.
The Source knew someone had betrayed him, and that someone had helped Belthazor escape, no witch could have single-handedly weakened those magical restraints, not without help, and he knew it
Luckily she had managed to avoid much suspicion so far, but it would only take so long until he thought she had anything to do with it, The Source was nothing if not intelligent, he wouldn’t have lasted 500 years on the throne if he wasn’t.
But she was so close, she knew he had plans for the silly witch he had been mind warping for those few months, but she didn’t care about that. She just wanted power, the ultimate power as she saw it, and she’d stop at nothing to get it.
She had already commenced the first part of her plan, the next part, not so easy. Now she had to somehow steal the grimoire. A very dark, magical book full of ancient rituals and spells, including one she wanted very much.
Prue looked to her left, and then to her right, and then forward, she had no idea where she was. She could see the park in the distance but that was about it, she thought about calling for Leo, that would be the logical thing to do, but she knew he’d tell Piper and Phoebe and she didn’t want to get them involved, she’d promised them a few days off and she intended to keep that promise, she had to think, Will knew she was a witch, or at least he knew about witches, those guys were blinking, they were clearly warlocks, and they weren’t after her, they were after him. So that means…Will is a witch too? Why else would a group of warlocks take him? Which meant she had to act fast before they killed him for whatever power he had, obviously not an active one otherwise he would have surely used it to protect himself.
Now she knew exactly what she needed to do, she needed to scry.
She ran down the street, looking in each shop window before she came across what she was looking for, a book store.
She ran in, grabbed a map of London, paid and ran back out before finding a quiet alleyway, now she just needed a scrying crystal.
She lowered her head and concentrated, feeling that familiar sensation of separating oneself from their body, she astral projected home.
She materialized in the attic, good, she thought, no one was here, she ran across the room, grabbed the crystal and astraled back to the alleyway inside her body, she looked down at her left hand, the crystal was there, guess she could bring objects back with her now, handy she thought as she spread the map out on the ground and began to swing the crystal over it, she felt like she’d forgotten something, damn it, she thought, she needed something of Will’s.
Then she remembered he’d given her a tissue earlier whilst on the train, please let me still have it she thought desperately as she rummaged through her bag. Thank God she thought as she pulled out the crumpled tissue, not exactly a treasured item but hopefully it would do the trick.
She swung the crystal again whilst holding the tissue, thinking of Will, of his beautiful face, concentrate! She internally yelled at herself, she could feel it pulling, she moved her hand to the right and boom! The crystal point slammed down onto a destination, “The Red Lion”, the map said. Huh? Thought Prue as she shoved the crystal and the map down into her bag, oh well, here goes she thought. She had always wondered if she could do this, but had never tried, it was now or never.
She lowered her head and concentrated intently, focusing on the location she’d seen on the map before she let out a gasp, she was struggling to breathe for a moment, and when she opened her eyes she looked up at a big sign above her head, “The Red Lion”, it was a really shady looking bar, or pub. She smiled, she had done it, projected her whole body to a different location. She felt exhausted though, the amount of energy that must have taken must have been massive, she definitely wouldn’t be trying that again anytime soon.
She took a look around the outside, definitely shady, all the windows were boarded up, the warlocks had chosen this location on purpose, no one would disturb them here, except for her that is, she smirked as she looked for a way in.
Phoebe and Piper had decided to meet Cole and Leo for an early dinner at their favourite Italian restaurant just a couple of blocks away from Prescott Street, it was a bit of a hole in the wall and barely anyone knew it was there, but the food was delicious.
Leo looked sheepish, remembering the last double date he and Piper had gone on with Phoebe and Cole, how he had been humiliated for not being able to pay. At least Cole was in the same boat now though he thought as the main dish arrived, Spaghetti Bolognese, a classic.
An hour later and Phoebe had her hands on her stomach, she was too full to even stand, Cole helped her up and together with Leo and Piper they left the restaurant, admiring the stars as they crossed the streets back home.
“Ya know, I think tonight might be the nicest night I’ve had in months” Phoebe murmured to Cole.
“I can’t disagree with that” he said as he bought his lips down for a kiss, Phoebe reciprocated, she still felt off, but at least she had her man and her family with her.
Just as they rounded a corner Phoebe heard someone scream.
She whirled around and noticed an alley off to the side of a housing estate, she took off at a run down towards it.
“Phoebe wait!” she heard Piper yell behind her.
She reached the mouth of the alley and peered down, there was a body lying on the ground, a woman, she ran towards her and was hit with a premonition, a demon with black skin, wielding an athame killing a woman with a necklace like a triple crescent. She came out of the vision to see Cole kneeling down beside her, examining the body.
“She’s alive, I think we scared it off” he stated.
“Way to go Captain obvious” Piper said, trying to catch her breath.
Cole ignored the jibe, “What did you see?” he asked Phoebe.
“I saw a woman die, I think she might have been a witch”.
“This woman?” Piper asked.
Phoebe looked into the woman’s face, it was her.
“Yeah, but the time of day in my vision was day, not night”.
“And I’m pretty sure it happened in a park, though I couldn’t tell which one”.
The woman slowly started to come too.
“What happened? Who are you?” she asked.
She had on an orange and green coat and she wore the triple crescent necklace Phoebe had seen in the vision.
“You were attacked by a demon” Cole said.
“That answers one of my questions” the woman said flatly.
“It’s ok, we aren’t going to hurt you, we’re going to help you” Piper said encouragingly.
“If you’re a witch you may have heard of us, The Charmed Ones” Phoebe confessed.
The woman gasped.
“Of course I’ve heard of you, but aren’t there supposed to be three of you” the woman peered around trying to look for a third sister.
“Unfortunately one of us is on vacation right now, but trust us, we’ll stop this demon” Phoebe said.
“Let’s go” Piper murmured to Leo.
The five figures huddled together and orbed back to the manor.
“So I saw a park in my vision, do you have any idea where it could have been? It looked like there was an old amphitheatre there or something”.
“Oh, of course, that’s Stanley Arboreta, I walk past it on the way to work”.
“God, I didn’t even ask your name, I’m so sorry” Phoebe said, guilty.
“It’s Susan”. The woman said, smiling.
“What did the demon look like again?” Piper asked.
“Like Belthazor, but reverse, black skin, red markings”.
“I know him, his name is Sykes, one of The Source’s assassins, he must have been sent to wipe out local covens” Cole said.
“How do we find him?” Leo asked.
“I have a really bad idea” Phoebe said.
Prue had found a trap door at the back of the pub, nothing good ever came of climbing down a dilapidated old tunnel into a bar she thought as she waved her hands and made the door fly open.
She jumped down as sprightly as she could, she was still pretty tired from projecting but she had regained some strength, hopefully enough of it.
She came out from the basement and found herself in a dingy corridor, it had two doors at either end, one that looked like it opened into the bar area, the other area was shut off but it looked like a shady games room old men liked to play poker in and bet their wives for a few thousand bucks.
She made her way to the bar, if anything maybe she could find a weapon of some kind.
She struck gold, there was an old bread knife under the bar, it looked pretty rusty but hopefully it would do the trick, she tucked it into her jeans and went back to investigate the end room.
She could hear the low murmur of voices, looked like she had found what she was looking for.
She thought about how to do this, she had no idea how many of them were in there, she decided to astral project into the back of the room, hoping no one would notice her.
She peered around from behind a stack of crates, it was the same five warlocks from earlier with Will tied up in a chair, he was covered in blood and looked like he was in a lot of pain with cuts down his face.
Prue couldn’t wait any longer. She projected back to her body and raised her arm making the door fly off its hinges into the room, instantly crushing and killing one of the warlocks.
“You again!” the head warlock yelled as he flung what Prue could only describe as an energy dart her way, she squinted her eyes and reflected it back at another of the warlocks, sending him to a fiery death. That just left three.
Prue ran towards one of them and flung her palm up into his nose, breaking it, she unsheathed the rusty bread knife and plunged it into his gut, sending him up in flames.
Two to go. Prue waved her arm and send a warlock into the crates, knocking him unconscious, which just left the leader.
“Who are you?” the leader said, cowering behind Will.
“I’m Prue, nice to meet you” she said as she let go of the bread knife, squinting her eyes and making it fly through the air into the leader’s neck, he screamed in agony as he exploded into ash.
Prue wasted no time and waved her hand at the rope tying Will down, she lugged him up onto her shoulders and dragged him out of the pub, going through the front door this time, using her telekinesis to open each barrier in her way.
Finally they reached the front and made their way down the pathway, finally she set Will down and took a couple of breaths before yelling, “Leo!”
He appeared in a flurry or orbs looking concerned, “What is it?” “Who’s this?”
“Leo, I’ll explain but please heal him”.
Leo got to work and his hands began to glow as the healing took effect, after a moment Will woke up, looking like his normal, healthy self.
“Thank God” Prue said.
“You wanna explain this?” Leo questioned.
“Never mind” he said.
“We have a situation back at home anyway”.
Prue, suddenly worried, “What’s up?” she asked.
“Uh, Piper made me promise not to tell you, she said enjoy your vacation”.
And just like that he orbed back out, presumably back home to the manor.
“Chicken!” Prue yelled into the sky.
Will stood up.
“I can’t believe you saved me” he said, looking embarrassed.
“Thank you”.
“It was nothing” Prue smiled.
“It was my life, that’s not nothing”.
“Why did those warlocks want you anyway?”
“Oh, I kind of screwed them over a few weeks ago, got half their gang vanquished, they wanted revenge I guess”.
“Oh, I see, but, you’re a witch?”
“Yes I am”.
“Huh, I feel like I know nothing about you all of a sudden” Prue said.
“I can solve that”.
He held out his hand for a handshake.
“My name is William Marks, a witch with the power to sense objects and people, and you are?”
Prue smiled and held her hand out, “Prue Halliwell, a witch with telekinesis and a mean right hook”.
They both laughed and walked off into the night, eager for some dinner.
End of Chapter Six, stay tuned for Chapter Seven: “All Seeing Eye”.
