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Love Potion No. 9
Vial Nine
By Devon
Masterson-Bond
Aoi37@hotmail
AN: Still lookin’ for a beta reader
“I give up on the potion,” Paige threw up her hands and
sighed. “I don’t even get why it pulled someone from the future in the first
place. I just wanted him to chill out for the weekend and maybe…a couple of
times.”
“Okay over share.” Phoebe wrinkled her nose as she went
through her closet. She pulled out a dress and held to her body. Not being
pleased with her reflection in the mirror, she shook her head and tossed it
into her reject pile. “As for pulling Pandora from the future ‘the nephew we
know’ is from the future.”
“If that’s the case the ‘nephew we know,’ could be Wyatt,”
Paige snapped as she threw herself onto Phoebe’s bed in frustration. A memory
of her last vision flashed in Phoebe’s head for a moment. “What is it, Phoebe?”
“Nothing,” she said smiling.
“So are you nervous about the reunion?”
Phoebe shook her head. “A little, it’s just that it’s been
so long since I’ve seen everyone. High school had some great years and some not
great ones. Hey, why don’t you come with me? It’ll be fun, you could get out of
the house away from the potion for awhile and it will give Piper some time
alone with Chris.”
Paige rolled her eyes. “Chris is working undercover at least
that’s what he says. I was really hoping things would work out with Pandora.”
“Sweetie, they will in their own time.”
Paige watched as brown eyes danced for a moment. Phoebe knew
something. “Okay out with it.”
A Cheshire
grin spread across Phoebe’s face. She had held the secret for almost a week and
she was bursting. “Okay, about a week ago I went up tot the attic to get a pair
of earrings that I left up there and I had a vision of Chris and Pandora when I
touched the door.”
“Ew.” Paige
rose an eyebrow. “Now that was an over share.” She
wrinkled her nose. “And so did this vision come true?”
Phoebe nodded excitedly. “The night before we tried the
potion on Pandora. That’s why he’s been…”
“…acting weird. Yeah, I noticed but I thought it would be
hoping too much.” Paige shook her head.
“He’s been feeling guilty lately. I think it’s about
Bianca…”
“What about Bianca?” Piper asked as she walked into the room
carrying a drink tray.
Paige took the tray from Piper. “Chris likes Pandora and
feels guilty about it.”
“Yeah, I know. I kind of caught them in the attic.”
“Piper!” Both women said in shock.
“Oh please they don’t know I know. I froze them. I was in
shock.” Phoebe and Paige looked at each other in understanding. They imagined
it would have been…odd to say the least.
“I think I handled it well.”
“You did.” Phoebe hugged her older sister then rubbed her
slightly swollen abdomen.
“I am still trying to figure out why I was able to freeze
her then and time before, but when she started to change I couldn’t.”
“Well I did some reading and her power is called Aranju,
there’s hardly anything on it, but it does say that the closer to threshold the
user is the less likely magic will work on them.” Phoebe sat on the bed.
“Well if Chris likes her, we’re going to have to keep an eye
on her,” Piper commented. She handed them each a drink from the tray.
“Why are you being so mature?” Paige asked.
“Because I can and I thought about why you did this. It was
still wrong, but Chris does need to clam down. But I’m going to pretend that I
don’t like it for pretenses.”
“I knew there was a catch,” Paige laughed.
“But of course.” Piper said before leaving the room.
“Now that’s the Piper we know and love.”
9-9-9
“Is there anything I can help you with Miss,” a friendly
sales associate asked.
Pandora fingered the outfit thoughtfully. It felt so right
to have…black leather. Oh why not? “I’ve been debating on this for an hour now…
I’m going to get it.”
The sales associate, Maisey as her name tag indicated,
smiled brightly. “It looked nice on you when you tried it on. Are you a model?”
“No, but bless you anyway.” The woman brought the outfit to
the front of the store and Pandora followed after her. Once the purchase was
finished, Pandora walked out into the cool evening air. Phoebe was probably on
her way to her high school reunion by now. “Another boring night…”
“Miss Daedelus?”
Pandora turned around. “Yes?”
“Do you remember me from the other day, Sheila Morris?”
“Mrs. Morris, how are you?”
“Fine,” she answered. “I want to apologize for the other
day.”
“It’s okay, I have that face,” Pandora sighed.
Sheila smiled. “You look so familiar. I can’t help it. But
enough about that, I read your story. It was…”
“Boring, I know,” Pandora sniffed. “My next one will be more
exciting.”
“I also read the column where you and Phoebe answer a
letter. I thought what you wrote was very true and blunt…”
“I usually tell it like I see it,” Pandora smiled then
shifted the subject. “Why does my resemblance bother you so much?”
“You really are straight to the point.” Sheila flushed. “I
was adopted, my sister and I.”
Pandora sighed inwardly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Sheila shook her head. “I…well we don’t
remember much about parents and being found by the nuns at St. Thomas’s…” Pandora froze inside. She was
born there. Her eyes narrowed as her eyes roamed over Sheila’s features
casually. Of course there was some similarity, but that didn’t say a lot, they
could be related distantly other than time wise. “…we were too young…”
“No, she couldn’t be!
My mother was powerful witch and my father was dark lighter. There’s nothing
magical about Darryl…no!”
“Are you okay?” Sheila asked putting a hand on Pandora’s
shoulder.
Pandora pulled away. “I’m fine,” she answered quickly. “I
just…remembered something…my story.”
Dark eyebrows furrowed together. It was obvious that Sheila
did not believer her story, but was going to let it go. “I’m sorry. Here I was babbling
on about my life and I didn’t consider that you had somewhere to be.”
“It’s okay, maybe we can talk another time.” Pandora waved
then looked at her watch. She had a few hours to get ready, but most
importantly she was gaining distance. The sun already set and there were plenty
of places she needed to hit before she could do her piece on San Francisco night life.
Sheila replayed the conversation in her mind. Pandora seemed
very bothered by the mention of St.
Thomas. Something wasn’t right here and she couldn’t
place it. More research would be needed, perhaps the girls could help.
“Perfect,” she smiled as she turned the corner and walked into the parking
garage.
The smile faded from her face when she heard sounds of a
struggle. Without thinking of her own safety and armed with mace, she followed
the sounds of the struggle careful to stay behind the cars. It was not long
before she encountered a man pinning a woman against the wall. Fear etched
across the woman’s face making her look ready to faint any minute. “Leave her
alone,” Sheila shouted before she realized it.
The man turned quickly. A crossbow appeared in his hand and
he looked around. “Show yourself.”
Sheila pressed her body close to the car she was hiding
behind in fear when the car alarm went off. A flurry of black orbs formed in
front of her, a handsome blonde with cold dark eyes stared at her angrily. “And
what are you going to do about it, witch?” he grabbed her by the neck and
lifted her to her feet. Once he was able to see her more clearly, a smile
crossed his face. For a minute he thought it was Perry’s woman from the bar.
That night she struck his fancy and aroused his appetite. This one obviously
wasn’t the one either, but she had more of a resemblance than the others.
“I’m not a…” Sheila’s blood ran cold as she realized exactly
what type of being she was dealing with. He had her confused for some reason
and she was defenseless.
“Let her go,” a voice commanded from behind.
The dark lighter turned around. This was his lucky night.
To be continued…
A premonition of Vial
10….like pictures in a window…
She could hear her attackers laugh in amusement
thinking they were getting the upper hand. A low growl escaped as she began to
change…
© Devon Masterson-Bond 2005
Another Bond Girl Production
Charmed is owned by Spelling Entertainment and Warner Bros.
I only own the fiction plot and original characters. Don’t sue me, hire me
instead
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