Post by Lexi on Jan 31, 2010 16:42:24 GMT
A Witch’s Carol
Summery: Most Charmed fans are in agreement that the Charmed Ones became far too self-centred from S6 onwards. There are many different reasons why that could happen but what about what could change them to caring about innocents again?
This is a story in lieu of Christmas due to my lack of internet connection around that time and is the first in three of a similar storyline.
This is why Piper decided to change, to find out what made Phoebe and Paige change then look out for their stories; A Writer’s Carol (Phoebe) and A Witchlighter’s Carol (Paige). They will be coming soon.
All of this is a set up to the rewrite of my two spinoffs, which I’m going to be joining together.
Chapter One
It was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Except for two small children, sat up eagerly waiting for Santa Claus to come and visit their house so that they could get presents and their parents who were tiredly sitting in the living room waiting for the aforementioned children to finally fall asleep.
Piper Halliwell looked up at the old, antique grandfather clock that still stood in the living room proudly, even though it had suffered damage on multiple occasions due to the numerous demons that had attacked over the years. It was almost eleven at night and her two sons were still up and about. She could hear them every now and again walking across the landing to each other’s rooms to see if Santa Claus had been.
Creak!
There is was again. She sighed and counted to five. It was then that she heard her husband’s voice speaking to Chris, their younger son. He was three-years-old now yet it only seemed like yesterday that he was her Peanut, a small baby that she had to protect from all the magical and human evils in the world.
“If you don’t go to bed then Santa won’t come.”
“But how will I know if he leaves me what I want?” Chris asked in a whisper, mimicking his dad.
“You’ll have to wait and find out. You wrote your letter to Santa, didn’t you?” Piper never heard the answer but she knew it was a yes. That was something they did every year. Piper placed a small mailbox in the kitchen that read ‘Santa’s Mail’ on the top. The boys and their cousins would put their letters to Santa into that and then she, Phoebe and Paige could all read them to find out exactly what their children wanted that year. This year, Chris wanted a baby sister – one just like his and Wyatt’s friend, Ryan’s baby sister, Jennifer – but that was one gift herself and Leo hadn’t managed to fulfil yet. Maybe one day, “Santa tries to get you everything, you know that. He only missed out one thing last year, remember. Now go to bed, otherwise you won’t be getting anything.”
Piper stayed sat on the couch while she heard her husband placing Chris back to bed and then made his way back down the stairs. Leo Wyatt walked into the living room, his hair begin to show the aging signs of grey. He sat on the couch next to Piper and then put his arm around her so she could snuggle into his chest.
“Wyatt’s asleep, I can’t see Chris being too far behind now.”
“Good,” Piper sighed, “I thought I was going to have to put all his presents away.” Piper and Leo looked at the two large piles of presents that sat around their large Christmas tree.
“I thought you wanted a normal life.”
“I do.”
“Well, this is it, Piper,” Leo smiled at her, “Two children excited that Santa Claus is coming to visit.”
Piper simply rolled her eyes at her husband’s comment and made herself comfortable. Leo placed the television on at a low volume. They had to stay down here for another hour or so until they were certain the boys were asleep.
It wasn’t long until Piper felt herself drift off into a peaceful sleep. Peaceful until a loud banging woke her up suddenly. She sat up with a shock and looked over to Leo. He was also asleep, snoring a little. She looked back to the television, that was still on with a low volume. Next she looked over to the grandfather clock, she had been asleep for twenty minutes. It felt like much longer.
Pulling her out of her thoughts, there was a loud banging again. Piper quickly jumped up from the couch and ran to the front door. The last thing she needed was some late night visitor waking her four-year-old sleeping son. She had to wonder whether Chris was asleep too yet.
Opening the door, she frowned when she realised that nobody was there. Piper peered out of the door and looked towards her neighbours’ doors, there was nobody at those either. With a sigh, she closed the door and made her way back to the living room but a glow coming from the kitchen caught her attention. She was sure she had turned the kitchen lights out.
Piper walked to her favourite room of the house and pushed open the swinging door. There she saw somebody she had not seen in six years.
“Prue!” Piper gazed, wide-eyed at her older sister. Prue stood tall in the kitchen, her raven hair hung past her shoulders and her white dressed flowed to the ground. She looked beautiful and just as she remember her six years ago. Piper began to make her way to her sister, but stopped as Prue put her hands up with her palms facing Piper.
“I’m not here to say hello, Piper,” Prue said with a disappointed look on her face, “I’m here to warn you.”
“Warn me?”
“There will be three ghosts tonight,” Prue explained, “They will show you everything you need to see to help you change your ways.”
“Change my ways? I don’t need to change my ways.”
“You do, Piper, and this is the only way I can convince you,” Prue disagreed, disappointment could be heard in her voice, “At midnight, three ghosts will come and visit you. You must learn from what they have to show you otherwise you can never change and you will live a lonely life.”
“Prue, I have two sons, I will not be lonely.”
That was all that Piper had to say for Prue to shake her head, still disappointed in her sister. Without another word, Prue disappeared from Piper’s sight. Piper frowned. Had that really happened? Had her deceased sister visited her? Had Prue warned her of three ghosts? Piper decided that she had to be going crazy, she had not had a visit from any of her family members in the afterlife since the Ultimate Battle ended, this was just something that her subconscious wanted.
Deciding that, Piper made her way back into the living room. Both of her sons had to be sleeping now, she could wake her husband up and go to bed to wait for Christmas morning.
End of Chapter 1
