The Charmed Ones IC

OOC: The past Charmed Ones, Piper, Pheobe, and Paige, have given up their powers and returned to leading a normal life. However, there cannot be a world without the Charmed Ones, the trifecta of good. Without the Charmed Ones, evil would prevail. So, Fate has chosen three new Charmed Ones: Penny, Pheona, and Persephone. Two have lived together for a long time, went to school together. The third is older than them, and born to a different father. By all rights this final sister should not have been chosen to recieve such an honor, or curse as some might call it.

Fate doesn't deal with right and wrong.

Their mother died, a victim of natural causes, believe it or not. She wasn't even a witch, and didn't know of the evil that had been trying to kill her fromt he day she was born. It is just the same with the three sisters. They have no idea of the world of magic around them.

Before their mother died, she put all three of their names in the will, to inherit the manor. Yes, The Manor, and all of what was inside of it. The attic door is locked, and has been for years, held closed by magic until the sisters are ready to inherit the power that is theirs by birthright. They were told so after the funeral, when the will was read to them. They were given everything.

Still, Penny and Persephone do not know who Pheona is, and surely wonder why she was on the will.

IC
Persephone sighed explosively, leaning against Penny, who was seated next to her on the couch. She had just finished listening to the will being read to them. Seated on a chair next to the couch was another woman. She hadn't seen her before, and yet she was on mother's will? Just who was she that her mother decided to include her?

The man stepped out of the room, leaving them alone.

Persephone stayed silent, looking down at the ground and smoothing the skirt of her long, black gown. She mulled over the will, but one thing stood out in her mind: They had inherited the manor. All three of them. With no where else to stay, she would most likely live there. She knew Penny had no where else to stay either, so she would probably live there with her. The other woman? She didn't know. She knew nothing about her.

Biting her lower lip, her eyes slid across the room to look her over again, waiting for someone to break the silence.

Kris gave a yawn as he was awoken to the sound of his alarm clock blaring away. Still half asleep he reached for it blindly. His hand quickly slammed on top of it silencing the noise for good. Picking it up he looked at the time and gave a sigh as he placed it back on top of the table.

It was his first day living in this place, even though he worked here off an on it was a nice place. He inherited the place from a person that claimed she was his Aunt, Whether this was true or not he didn’t know. But she gave him a job at her shop, he worked for about 2 years. After he was given the place the woman vanished and he never saw her again. But for some reason he could feel eye’s watching him ever where he went inside the house.

“ Well I guess I should wake up” Kris replied as he gave one final yawn before he quickly change cloths. He change into some what rather nice cloths, Black slacks, Black dress shirt, red tie and a black suit. Reaching down he quickly picked up his Pince-nez and put them on. Looking at himself in the mirror he quickly adjusted his tie and slowly made his way down the stairs to open shop.

Pheona was shocked. She had inherited a manor along with what she found out was her sisters! She didn't have a place to call home and wondered if the girls wanted to sell the house. Pheona wondered if she could buy them out of it if they did want to sell the home. Pheona couldn't help stealing glances at the girls. They were both very pretty and it was very evident that someone didn't look they fit in in the room. With a sigh Pheona turned as the man left and addressed her new sisters. Goodness, she hoped they liked her.

"I'm Pheona Matthews," that was sort of a duh since the lawyer had sort of introduced them already. "Mrs. Halliwell, or err mom, gave me up for adoptions and I was raised by two really great parents. However, my mother and father are dead. I just retired from the service and have no place to go. I would like to stay in the home of my mother. I understand if you would like to sell the home and I'm willing to buy you out if that is your desire."

There were a few pictures of the home and Pheona could tell she was going to love the home. "I do hope that we can get to know each other since it seems we are siblings."

There she said it and offered. Now she would have to wait.

Colt was new in town, at least that is what he told himself, it had been a couple of months since he had arrived and nothing strange had happened, so he could start calling it home but he wouldn't let go of being vigilant... not yet, and probably not ever.

He wanted to let go of magic, of everything that linked him to his parents and that life, but he couldn't, whenever he walked he would still see the points at which a surprise attack could come. If he head to bed without practicing his force bolts power at least briefly he would have a significant amount of trouble achieving sleep... and when he slept demons and warlocks plagued him, due to this he often wondered if one of his parents had put a spell on him in order to keep him focused on magic.

Furthermore, even the job he had taken mixing drugs up for pharmacies kept making him think about how potions were made, and the basic ingredients he hadn't gotten rid off.

Today wasn't different than the day before, he woke shaken after a night of crappy sleep, and he started his day, once more fearing that the past he wanted to leave behind would catch up with him.

Penny Paris Halliwell

Penny...or Paris as she liked to be called, sat in the room awaiting the will of her mother. Her younger sister leaning against her shoulder looking about as heartbroken as a teenage girl who'd found out her first love had died. They'd both been extremely close to their mother and so it wasn't a shock to find out that their mother had died from breast cancer. Though their mother hadn't made it known to the whole entire world, she'd at least let Paris and Persephone know what she was dealing with. She'd ended up battling with it for at least a year which was better than 6 months as many cancer patients do.

At the mention of the three girls inheriting the will, Paris finally gave the black girl a glance. She hadn't paid much attention to her and had assumed she was her mother's stay at home nurse. Who was this chick?

It turned out that she was their half sister. Brushing her hand through her dark brown hair, she forced a smile attempting to be mature...which was a stretch for Paris because she wasn't the most mature of the whole family and tended to be a bit flighty.

"Hi, I'm Penny..but please, don't call me that. I prefer my middle name, Paris and this is Persephone. It sucks that we had to meet like this. How old are you?"

Pheona turned to the younger girl and smiled. "Are we all named P. I know that my adoptive parents said it was a request for my name to have a P in it, but ..." It was just odd. As Pheona stared at the girls she could see some similarities between them. If you look past color and if you didn't know any better you could see they were sisters or close enough to be called such. It was odd to be an only child then realize you had 2 sibling. To have missed out on so much growing up. It was sad and Pheona found herself wondering why she was given up. Was it because she was black?

"What? Oh, I'll be 29 next May. How old are you?" Pheona directed the question to both her sisters. That still felt odd to say or think. Sisters. "Also have you given any thought to selling your portion of the proceeds of the house to me if you do not wish to live there?" What if they did want to live there? Oh gosh, she'll be living in a house with her sister. Still odd. But family. A different family. Pheona hadn't had a family since was 19. Almost 1o years. She hoped they didn't want to sell and wanted to move in together. Family. Such an important thing you don't realize until it's gone.

Leo

A man stood atop a building, wearing a black suit and looking on the city below him. It was raining, yet no drop touched him. And even though the wind was strong where he stood, he did not waver. He tilted his head slightly, seeming to listen to something before muttering to himself.

"Lovely day for a funeral." he commented dryly.

He looked down and fixed his tie, shaking his head and stepping off the edge. He dissolved into a group of blue orbs, reappearing some distance away, in an alley across the street from a funeral home. A funeral home where his new charges were attending their mother's funeral. Yes, charges. Plural. Three of them, to be exact. To be honest, he didn't really appreciate getting saddled with three new charges all at once with no warning. He didn't protest, because he would deal with whatever they threw at him. He still didn't know why he was a Whitelighter, a Guardian Angel. He would do whatever he needed to do to earn that title. It didn't mean that he was pleased with his assignment, though.

That was, until, he was told who they were. The Charmed Ones. Soon to be, at least. He was chosen to watch over the three most powerful witches in the world. It was an honor to be chosen for such an assignment, and he was quick on accepting. He was told what was going on, and what to expect. All three were female, as all Charmed Ones have and will be. Their mother had just died, and they were going to inherit the manor and everything inside, including the famed Book of Shadows, the source of their power. It was something he would have to get them to find, and get them to read the spell to give them their powers. This would draw demons to them, and they would need to learn to use their powers. He still wasn't quite sure what those would be. No one did. It all depended on the individual.

He looked down at his hand. It glowed a brilliant gold before he closed it and looked up swiftly. He stepped out of the alley, walking across the street and into the building, instantly feeling the aura of all the death this place has seen. He shakes his head and steps through the antechamber and into the main room, looking around at the multitude of people. His charges weren't here. He would know them when he saw them. He didn't know their appearances, but he would feel them. He did know their names, however. Persephone, Penny, and Pheona. But if he recalled right, Penny liked to be called Paris, her middle name. As for the other two, he didn't know. He was sure he'd get to know them eventually.

Kris quickly made his way downstairs with a cup of hot coffee in his hand, setting it on the counter he unlocked the door and picked up the mail that was just dropped off. He could still see the cardboard package that he got the other day still unopened. He knew what was inside of it.

Kris stop and looked at it with a sigh he quickly took a ceremony Stiletto from the display on the counter. He quickly cut the tape and replaced the knife from whence it came from. With a little hesitation he opened the flaps and looked inside of the boxes.


“Ouija boards” Kris replied with a sigh as he looked at them, He never used one never had the need to. But he had heard stories about people using them and bad things begun to happen to their house hold. Thus he warned the people who buy them to be careful abut using them. With one look he could tell it was made by hand and not buy a machine whoever made it was a master craftsman. Which it bothered him that he got it for a good deal.

“ The Wonders of Ebay” He replied with a laugh and soon set several on the self to display them. He soon returned to the door . With a turn of the bolt he unlocked the door and turned on the lights to show that he was open for business.

“ Lets see what the day brings us” Kris replied as he looked through the paper waiting for his first customers to arrive.

Persephone looked up at the sound of her sister's voice. Paris's voice, that is. She didn't know how she felt about this "Pheona" being her sister just yet. She didn't know how she felt about any of this. She knew she was going to live in the manor, and it seemed that Pheona also wanted to live in the manor. She wanted to live it so much that she was willing to buy out their shares of the house to do so. She blinked, looking up at her as she replied to Paris's question.

She tilted her head slightly and answered her own question. Both of them.

"I'm nineteen, and I had planned on living in the house as well. I have nowhere else to stay."

She looked down and blinked, then looked back up.

"We'll be living together, then."

She blinked again, waiting for the response to that.

She didn't know how she felt about living with this new girl. New sister. A new family. A sisterhood. She got the feeling things would be getting very interesting with this new turn of events.

Paris could feel the tension in her little sister. Turning her eyes back to Pheona, she responded, "Yeah, I don't think Sephy wants to go anywhere and neither do I really." After all, it was their mothers place. It was the last thing they had of her, not ot mention the whole not having a place to go sitch. "I'm 24." She said, once again brushing her dark hair out of her eyes.

"So, I guess...that we'll all be living together then, right?" She grinned optimistically.

She didn't think it'd be a good idea to be against each other. They were sisters after all, even if they were half sisters. They had the same mother and their mother, bless her soul; believed in unity. She'd always told her and Sephy that they should alway stick together no matter how often they fought.

She would assume her mother would've said the same thing about Pheona as well, had they known about her.

Pheona could tell the youngest didn't quite like her. At least Paris seemed to be more friendly. She smiled though it was obvious forced and not like the ones before. "Seems I'm the oldest." She nodded at Paris. "Yes, I too don't have anywhere else to go and having a rent free home is ideal."

Pheona didn't know what else to say. She had the directions and one of three keys to the home. She stood up. "Uh, I'll guess I'll get my things. I don't actually live in this state so I'll be a week or so before I'm there. Just thought you both should know. Oh and here's my cell. In case you want to talk or have questions. " Pheona gave them each a business card. It had the military logo though she wasn't in the service anymore, but the phone number was still good.

Pheona left the room and walked down the hall. She touched the screen on her phone and texted a number. She was paying more attention to the phone than to anyone around her, just walking around people by using her peripheral vision. She was telling her landlord she would not be renewing her lease and that she will be getting her things. Man, she had a lot to do and she needed to make lists, compare prices, oh so much that needed to be done.

Persephone couldn't help but grin at Paris's optimism. She was always the one to brighten up a conversation. She looked over at Pheona and smiled at her, trying to show that she didn't dislike her or anything. She was just...nervous. Yes, nervous was the word. She didn't know how to react, or whether this new girl would like her or not, or what she was like, what she liked to do in her spare time...

She mentally slapped herself, bringing herself back to her normal self, which wasn't exactly calm, but it was better than where she had been going.

She reached out to take the business card, glancing at the military logo before looking back up at Pheona. She seemed a nice enough girl. Of course, she also could have been putting on the act to calm them down. Either way, she was slowly starting to like her. Her eyes followed the woman out of the room before turning to look at Penny.

"So, what do you think of her?" she asked, hugging her sister gently.


And of course, unbeknownst to them, there was a low-level demon in the group just outside the door, aimed at killing the sisters before they got their powers. His eyes were on the dark skinned beauty who had left the room first. He started towards her, right hand holding a ceremonial dagger under his jacket. She wasn't paying attention. Easy target.

That's what he thought, anyway. He didn't know of her military training, or the Whitelighter standing just feet away, who no doubt sensed the demon as well as Pheona by now.

Paris shrugged her shoulders, "I dunno. She seems alright. I mean, its best not to judge someone after the first meeting. I'm sure she was more distant because she doesn't know us, we don't know her.." she explained, "Not to mention after finding your family, you find out your mom is dead and that you have two half sisters. I'd be pretty distant myself.. "

She was silent for a moment, sort of curious of how Sephy thought of her.

"What about you? You seemed kinda...I dunno, not like yourself. You don't...dislike her do you?" She asked, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. "She is our sister you know, half sister or not. Her blood is our blood...as cryptic as that sounds." Paris said, softly and then shrugged trying to make light of the situation, "Besides, it's not like you'll be the middle child. You will still reign as the youngest.." She teased.

"Lets go home, huh?"

Business was slowly today he so far only got 3 people to come in and look around the place asking a few question about various items. Out of the 3 two bought items, some black candles, white candles and a few red candles. they also bought a fake white skull along with some incense.

" Thanks and come again" Kris said with a wave as he watched the two girls quickly exited his shop with their new found goods. The third one who was also female was still looking around. she ignored the other two girls and just browsed the isles like a lost puppy looking for its master.

Kris wasn't sure if he should ask if she needed help in finding an special item. By the time he was ready to ask her she also left without a word to him. her head hung low with the hoodie's hood covering her face.