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Love Potion No. 9
Vial Eight
By Devon
Masterson-Bond
Aoi37@hotmail
Pandora sighed as her favorite empath caught up to
her in the hall of the bureau. “I felt that,” Phoebe commented.
“Just stay away. I don’t want to drag you into my twisted little world.” She
turned on her heel when Phoebe grabbed her arm.
“Wait…” her sentence trailed as a scene flashed in her mind.
“You are mine!” Wyatt screamed knocking over furniture. He stalked
towards her when a crossbow appeared in Pandora’s hand in a flurry of black
orbs.
“Don’t make me kill you…”
“Phoebe, what’s wrong?” Pandora asked.
“I had a premonition.” Phoebe’s legs began to shake.
“Whoa there.” She braced the smaller woman by
putting arm around her shoulders before she could sink to the floor. Phoebe
needed to get somewhere to recover away from possible prying eyes. There was
only one thing to do as much as she did not want to she decided as she looked
around for a moment. She orbed the both of them to her apartment and nearly
fell to her knees as well, but shook it off. “Are you okay?” Pandora helped
Phoebe to the couch.
“I’m fine. I was just shocked by what I saw.”
“What did you see?”
Phoebe pinched the bridge of her nose. “I saw you and Wyatt fighting. He was
very angry to say the least.”
“Great,” she said sarcastically and sat beside Phoebe. She shifted the
subject. “I thought you were going to pass out and I brought you here. I just
need to rest and I’ll bring you back.”
Phoebe nodded. “May I use your bathroom?”
Pandora nodded and pointed to the direction. It was against her better
judgment to bring her there, but she couldn’t go back to the manor, back to
embarrassment. She knew they thought she was some kind of monster and she was.
Her eyes began to droop as she thought back to when everything went wrong.
“So what do you think of this one, Mom?” Pandora held up a black minidress.
“Sweet heart, you don’t want to give this boy the wrong impression. You
are seventeen years old.”
“Maybe I do,” Pandora said softly causing her mother’s eyes to widen.
“Excuse me? I have brought you better than that,” her mother scolded. “I
prefer you not to do that, but if you feel inclined to have sex, at least know
and care for him.”
“I know, Mom…it’s just that I am weird and he actually likes me…”
“Oh, Pan, you have been given a great gift and I know because you have to
keep it secret you’re lonely….”
“Mom, look at me,” Pandora cried out. “I have red eyes; things happen
when I get emotional, sometimes I feel high and charged up for no reason, then
there other times…”
“Stop there. You are my daughter and I was blessed with you. I couldn’t
be anymore proud of you than if I gave birth to you myself. No more
nonsense. Pick out a decent dress and you will look beautiful as you always
do.” Pandora opened her mouth only have to her mother cut her off. “I want a
confident the Pandora back. Don’t be so desperate dear.”
Pandora smirked and hugged her mother. She was right there was no need to
sacrifice her principles.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Wyatt screamed as he suddenly walked into
her bedroom.
Pandora pulled away from her mother and stared at Wyatt confused. He
seemed familiar but out of place. “You shouldn’t be here,” she backed away
looking towards her mother. “I…”
Blue eyes flashed as he walked towards her. “My
brother! You give what is mine to my ungrateful little brother!?” he
asked incredulously.
“Stay away.”
“You are mine!” he exclaimed turning over furniture. Pandora squeezed her
eyes shut and as she listened to him rant and break things. This was also
confusing. He seemed so familiar but still could not place it.
It wasn’t until he was with in reach that her defense took over and
faculties came back to her. Pandora held out her arm instinctively and a
crossbow appeared in a flurry of black orbs. “Don’t make me kill you, white
lighter. You can be saved.”
Wyatt paused in his actions. He knew his attacks would be useless on her,
besides he was in her mind anything could happen not that she was aware of
herself again. “Who says I need to be saved?”
“Get out of my mind. I belong to myself. You won’t use me.” She raised
the crossbow and watched as he backed away until he faded from sight. A sigh
escaped her.
“I am proud of you, Pan,” her mother smiled just before the world faded
from sight.
Garnet eyes tore open and were greeted by a low sinking sun. Phoebe sat
curled up in an easy chair fascinated by a book. “Welcome back, sleepyhead.”
“Hi,” she greeted rubbing her eyes.
“You can orb me home now,” Phoebe said standing up. “I’ll pick up my car
from the mirror later.” She closed the book she had been reading. Questions ran
through her mind but she saved them. Judging from the mumbling in her sleep the
premonition came true. Only trust would allow her to get the answers that she
wanted.
“Oh yeah, right. I did kidnap, you didn’t I?” She
put her arm around Phoebe and orbed to the manor. “Better
than the bus.” The two of them stood in the foyer.
“Thanks,” Phoebe said. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”
Pandora shook her head. “Thanks but no thanks. I have another assignment.”
“What do you do in your spare time?”
“Study magic,” she answered. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to change things. I
don’t know enough to even think about it, too many unknown factors. I kind of look at this as a vacation from my real life.”
“But you still dream about him,” Phoebe pointed out. Pandora’s eyes widened
slightly and Phoebe realized she embarrassed her. “You were tossing...”
“No that was real. Wyatt used a spell to enter my dreams. The barriers of
time and space are mere mist in dreams. I need to be more prepared than ever.”
“Help us save him.”
Pandora looked thoughtful for a moment. She had no problem with it, but it
might not be appropriate working with Chris. What if something happened? She
would end up embarrassing herself again. Boundaries had to be maintained. “I
will if Chris asks me.”
“Okay.” Phoebe did not want to push her luck. As much as she hated to admit
it, she could see the wisdom in her answer. Chris would think that they were
meddling in his life again if Pandora joined them. He was definitely Piper’s
son, he was so difficult.
“Well I’m off,” she said before orbing back to her
living room. Pandora dropped to her knees. She needed to become stronger so
that she could endure more magical hardships. She had been lucky up to this
point. But Wyatt was becoming more and more dangerous; she wasn’t safe in her
sleep. “Maybe I…” her thoughts trailed when she heard a commotion
downstairs.
“I don’t do business with demons,” Lilandra spat
as she stood within a crystal cage. It was the first time she ever had to use
some of her own merchandise. In fact most of her customers were low level
witches and the curious. The last time she even saw a demon was when she had
her encounter with her savior, Prudence. There was a whole other world that she
had not seen. Now three demons were standing in her shop after something she
had.
“Give us the medallion or…”
“Cool it, Luther,” one of the demons advised. “If we kill this innocent, the
Charmed Ones may get involved.”
Luther turned his dull gray eyes to stare into green ones. “Forget the
Charmed Ones, Perry, once I have the medallion they won’t be able to stop me.”
“If the medallion isn’t a fake,” Perry commented.
“We will determine that later,” Luther replied. He turned to Lilandra. “Human…”
An arrow cut across the air and went into Luther causing him to burst into
flames before atomizing. “Scabber demons,” Pandora
said disgusted.
“A dark lighter,” the nameless one hissed. He opened his mouth.
Pandora raised her crossbow. “This is my territory.”
The demon balled his fist in frustration. He knew he and Perry could not
take a dark lighter by themselves. “Let’s go, Perry,” he hissed before
shimmering away.
Pandora shook her head as he left as well. “Chris has no taste.” She
walked over to Lilandra and picked up a crystal. “Are
you okay?”
Lilandra nodded her head as she tried to collect
herself. She stepped out of her now crystal semi-circle. “Who are you?”
“Pandora Daedelus, your border,” she answered as she turned to leave. “They
won’t be back, that other demon, Perry, was just pretending. I’m sure he’ll
make up some sort of story to keep them away, plus I’m here.” Her crossbow
disappeared in a flurry of black orbs.
“You’re a witch,” Lilandra deduced. It was almost
like seeing a movie star, never mind she ran a magical supply store.
“Aren’t we all,” she smirked before walking up the stairs. She frowned when
she found Chris waiting for her pacing.
“Are you trying to blow my cover?” he asked incredulously. “What if he
killed her?”
“Gee thanks, Pandora for not shooting my entire party and making me look
like some sort of traitor. Oh you’re welcome, Chris, glad to help out.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “This is serious.”
“I know that,” Pandora snapped. “But I wasn’t about to let the demons fr….” Chris quickly covered her
mouth. Pandora pulled away from him. “What the hell is your problem?”
“F-R-E-E activates the spell,” he replied.
Pandora flushed. That’s all she needed now was to jump on top of him like
she was cheap and easy. At least his admission let her know that her advances
were unwanted. Now she didn’t know which was worse throwing herself at him with
no inhibitions or wanting to throw herself at him and knowing he didn’t want
it. “Why did he have to be so cute?” she wondered for a moment then came
back to reality. “You know what Chris, I am sorry. Sorry that you’re such an
ingrate that you don’t know when someone’s covering your ass.”
“Excuse me?” he asked in disbelief. He started to stalk towards her when her
crossbow appeared in her hand.
“Step off, white lighter,” Pandora said coldly. “I’ve had enough of you and
your brother for one day. Both of you have a lot more in common than you think,
neither of you know me and both of you are a pain in my ass. Now leave.”
Chris orbed away. He appeared on top the Golden Gate Bridge
and sat down. The woman was infuriating, everywhere he turned there she was. Of
course as fate would have it, if she was not annoying him personally, he was
thinking of her. Wondering if she was dead, wondering if she was screwing with
the fabric of time, and wondering if he could get another shot at her. The last
thought annoyed him. He was there to focus on Wyatt not to chase girls. Besides
he was supposed to be dedicated, Bianca was dedicated up to the end. She
deserved the same of him…but god how he wanted Pandora! She always kept his
mind going and was always questioning him. That woman knew how to push all the
right buttons…but a dark lighter? Why did he always like dangerous girls? Why
not a nice girl that didn’t know anything about demons and went to college? Someone safe. He could lose Pandora just like, Bianca, just
like his mother years from now…No he didn’t have time for relationships or even
torrid affairs. Wyatt was his main focus and then he’d be normal. “Back to
work,” he sighed to himself
To be continued…
© Devon Masterson-Bond 2005
Another Bond Girl Production
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