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Love Potion No. 9
Vial Six
By Devon
Masterson-Bond
AN: I need a beta reader,
any takers? Aoi37@hotmail.com
Phoebe yawned and stretched after silencing her alarm. It
was the first time in a long time that she didn’t feel like throwing it out of the
window. Last night was the most peaceful sleep she had ever had. “Thanks,
Pandora,” she said lowly in case her roommate was not awake. “I guess I’ll start the coffee this time.”
She pulled back the covers and grabbed her robe not looking back. For once she
was the first one up, Piper’s coveted role, besides the surprise look on their
faces would be satisfying.
Softly down the stairs, she walked her plans would be ruined
if Piper woke up while she was coming down the hall. It was not until she was
at the bottom of the stairs hat she felt it; turmoil, guilt, anxiety, and
sexual tension. It was overwhelming and radiating from the couch. She quickly
walked over to the couch then covered her mouth. This was priceless. They were
never going to live this down.
Phoebe cleared her throat. “Wake up you two, your raw
emotions are giving me a headache.”
Chris’s eyes shot open quickly. He looked around disoriented for a moment. A
crimson flush brushed his cheeks as his memories and the situation weighed down
upon him. Out of instinct he tired to orb away, but could not. “That’s weird,”
Phoebe observed.
“A little help here.” Phoebe chuckled as she helped Chris
slide out from under Pandora. He still felt exhausted but not nearly as much as
before. “I wonder what happened.” He looked down at himself and orbed away then
came back.
“You seem okay now.” Phoebe smiled. She was the perfect
picture of the cat that swallowed the canary. “So you have the hots for her and
don’t want to admit it, huh?”
Chris narrowed his eyes. “Please.”
“I can sense it from you and her. The potion did work.”
“Let me tell you about the potion…”
“What’s going on down here?” Piper walked down the stairs
yawning. She crossed her arms, the antenna of the baby monitor poked out under
her arm. “You’re up early, Phoebe. Something wrong?”
“Oh, were fine, just talking.”
Piper walked towards them and noticed Pandora on the couch
asleep. “Uh-huh. I thought she was rooming with you.”
“She sleep walks?” Phoebe supplied weakly.
Chris shook his head. “She was under the spell again and
came after me.” Piper’s head turned towards Chris in shock. He put up his
hands. “Don’t worry its okay I made up some sort of story to the darklighter. I
think I figured how the spell works, the word F-R-E-E.”
“Free?” Piper asked in disbelief. Her eyes widened,
fortunately nothing happened. Way to go Piper for testing the theory about who
could say the word and who could not.
“When I said it, she appeared…”
Piper nodded. “And you said it before she tried to perform a
tonsillectomy on you.”
Phoebe grabbed Chris’s arm in revelation. “Pandora said it
before I went to sleep.”
“So she can’t say it either,” Chris commented.
“Can’t say what?” Paige walked down the stairs.
Several eyebrows rose. “You’re up early.” Piper shifted her
head to the side. “An early date?”
Paige shook her head. “I felt bad for setting Chris up so I
was working on a solution.” She held a vial and shook it triumphantly. “All we
have to do is wake her up.”
“I’m awake,” Pandora yawned. She stretched then looked
around. Wasn’t she sleeping on the floor in Phoebe’s room? “Did I get evicted
to the couch?” Chris averted his eyes but the telltale blush was still
apparent. He felt like such a geek, all this blushing and awkwardness. It was
almost like Bianca never existed.
The honey colored hair girl turned away and stood. At five
foot ten inches, she towered over the Charmed ones, but could nearly looked
Christ in the eye. Raw emotion played out for a second making Phoebe gasp then
went cold. “I guess it is time for me to go home.” Garnet eyes met emerald ones
wistfully for a second. Damn, she was starting to like the smart ass. He wanted
nothing from her, had a fiery personality, and was gorgeous. Man, she hated
karma. It always put her in these kinds of situations. “I don’t belong here.”
She looked down at her pajama pants and tank top. “I should dress first. From
my bag cloth me, so that I may be dressed more appropriately.” Pajamas melted
away and jeans, a t-shirt, and shoes appeared in its place.
“You shouldn’t waste magic that way,” Piper scolded.
“Personal gain.”
“Hello, darklighter!? Personal gain doesn’t apply to me.”
Brown eyes narrowed. “Well you’re obviously half witch and I
am old enough to be your mother, missy, so I do believe I know a thing or two.”
Piper crossed her arms. It was obvious where Chris got it from. “Who is your
mother anyway?”
“Don’t know,” Pandora answered then wrinkled her nose as she
figured out the reason for the question. “Don’t worry; it’s not any of you.”
“Okay can we do this?” Paige asked testily. “I’ve been up
all night and I want to take a nap before work.”
“Work!” Phoebe repeated looking at the clock quickly. “What
am I going tell Elise?”
“Cast a spell,” Pandora supplied. “It wouldn’t be personal gain,
but cleaning.” She looked towards Piper and smiled. “I’ve only been here a day
so it wouldn’t be much of a hassle.” Phoebe nodded in agreement.
“Well that’s solved.” Paige held up a vial and a piece of
paper. Piper and Phoebe stood on either side of her looking it over.
“Bag.” Pandora held out her arm and her green military bag
appeared in a flurry of black orbs. “I’m ready for the potion.”
Paige threw the pink vial and a white liquid mist surrounded
Pandora. Vanilla filled the house. “Now for the spell…”
“Spell? There was nothing about a spell.” Pandora’s eyes
shot towards them as the three of them began to chant. A power of three spell?
She wouldn’t be able to handle that. She hadn’t siphon off enough magic to
prepare. She might…. “Wait!”
“Powers that be, heed the power of three…”
A sudden rush seemingly slammed into Pandora making her fall
to her knees. Chris took a step forward, but the sisters continued chanting
caught up in the moment. Something was wrong.
“Stop,” she whispered as she started to feel drunk with
power. The Charmed Ones were much more powerful that she imagined.
Phoebe gasped as she suddenly felt pain. “Stop it you’re
hurting her,” Chris pleaded stepping in front of them. Three set of brown eyes
widened when they saw Pandora on the floor breathing raggedly and growling.
“What the hell?” Piper asked.
Pandora looked up. Her garnet eyes were becoming a crimson
color. She was losing control. Something drastic had to be done. Her eyes
searched for an answer when she spied Paige’s pencil on the coffee table,
simple but her salvation nonetheless. She rushed towards it and grabbed it. Her
onlookers were confused for a moment.
“No!” Phoebe exclaimed just before she raised the pencil to
her chest.
Piper flicked her hands to freeze the seemingly irrational
woman, only to cause Pandora to cringe in pain as though she tried to blow her
up. “Why didn’t she freeze?”
Pandora plunged the pencil deep into her chest and let out
an inhuman howl just before hitting the floor. All three women raced towards
her in disbelief. “We have to have someone heal her. We have to call Leo!”
“No!” Chris replied standing back. He was in shock, but
fortunately his practical mind, honed from years of survival, kicked in during the
crunch. “We have to get back.”
“What?” Paige snapped as she listened to Pandora’s slowing
strangled breaths. “She’s dying, Chris!” Her eyes welled up with tears. This
was her fault; she must have done something wrong.
“Trust me. She’s going to be okay.” Seeing his intense eyes
made the three sisters trust him. He was family and then there was the less
obvious reason that even he did not realize.
Once they were a safe enough distance, he waved his hand and
the pencil pulled from her chest. They all watched as her wounds slowly began
to close up and her breathing became less like a rabid beast.
“What the hell happened?” Paige asked in once her breathing
returned to a normal cadence.
Piper folded her arms. “Exactly we need some answers.”
Chris took a deep breath. “Okay this is major,” he began.
“I’ll tell them,” Pandora said lowly. She coughed as she sat
up gingerly. “This is why I stay away from magic. I am a darklighter witch and
my active powers are orbing, absorbing magic, and zooantrophy.” She rubbed her
tender chest and frowned. “I can only absorb a certain amount of magic and then
I transform and destroy everything and everyone around me until I am tapped
out.” She paused a moment to gauge their expressions. They thought she was a
monster that much was evident. She was just the sort of thing that they spent
their lives fighting against. “I’m leaving now.” She picked up her bag.
“Wait,” Paige called out just before a flurry of black orbs
surrounded Pandora and she disappeared. “Great.”
“Should she be running loose?” Piper asked.
Chris shook his head. “She’s not a threat. She could have
changed and killed us all.”
Piper’s eyebrow rose curiously. Two days ago, Chris would
have been the first to create a vanquishing potion. Now he was defending her?
“I agree with Chris,” Phoebe added. “I sensed her emotions…”
“This is too much first thing in the morning.” Piper ran her
hands through her hair. She sighed. “There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
“Well then I’m going to bed.” Paige yawned and started
upstairs.
Piper nodded and followed behind her. “I need to get Wyatt
up?”
“So we’re just going to leave her out there?” Chris asked.
Phoebe put a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “Sweetie, she needs time
by herself. She’s feeling exposed right now. I know you care about her…”
Chris pulled away, green eyes narrowed. “I hardly know her.
Just because you and Paige made some spell, you think that I…”
Phoebe groaned the repressed emotions were annoying. “Just
admit it. You’re attracted to her and you feel guilty. And that you’re
stubborn…” Chris’s jaw set and brown eyes softened. “I’m sorry.”
Chris merely shook his head then orbed away. “Smooth, Phoebe,” she sighed inwardly.
To be continued….
A premonition of Vial
7….like pictures in a window…
Chris dug into Wyatt’s
hands. He had never seen his brother so crazed. If he wasn’t careful then…
© Devon Masterson-Bond 2004
Another Bond Girl Production
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