|Charmed Heritage: 116 My Curse on You: Part Two
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With his problem dealt with Chris can focus on helping his brother, but there's more to this than he originally thought and just reaching his brother is going to prove interesting.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Friendship - Elise R. & Wyatt H. - Chapters: 31 - Words: 72,771 - Reviews: 59 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 02-15-11 - Published: 12-22-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6580166
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My Curse on You ~ Part Two
Chapter One - Family Relations
Fri, Apr 23, 2027
An underworld lair should be one place where someone, be they demon, warlock, or darklighter should feel comfortable. Normally Steve Kessler did. A feeling of being watched had overtaken him several minutes earlier and he couldn't shake it.
Unable to stand it any longer he stood and paced around the room almost crashing into his niece, Brianna McInnis, learning against the wall watching him.
"Hello, Uncle Steve," she greeted him.
"You shouldn't be here," Steve protested, feeling that he had been violated by her presence in his lair.
"Why not?" she asked, unconcerned. "I'm a warlock, aren't I?"
"We both know you're not," he spat back. This was Angel's daughter, but that didn't mean he was delusional. He knew the crowd she hung out with.
Brianna raised an eyebrow, the action almost invisible in the dark. "Do we?"
Steve was silent.
"Do you know how amusing it is to find a witch who can't handle blinking?" she commented, matter of fact.
Steve frowned, not sure where this conversation was going. "Witches have no trouble being blinked somewhere. It's part of their genetics, same as with warlocks."
She shrugged and walked over to his desk. She hopped up and sat on it. "Ever see someone so disoriented after being blinked somewhere that they threw up or passed out?"
"I don't have time for this," he growled.
"No, no, you're far too busy trying to get yourself killed." The last words were growled out. "Did you honestly think someone wouldn't put the pieces together?"
"I suppose you are here to vanquish me," he spat out, disgust in his voice.
"Hardly," she countered. "I'm here to warn you. Devia needs her father. Stay on this course and you will deprive her of that."
"And you're concerned," he scoffed, not believing her for a minute.
"For Devia," she confirmed, not bothering to pretend anything more. "And for what you were," she added without explanation.
"Then, help me."
"And get myself killed for my troubles?" she asked mockingly. "No, thanks. I don't have a death wish."
"Why are you here, Brianna?" He growled out the question.
She jumped off the desk and walked over to him. "This whole thing has me thinking of Uncle Ry."
Steve frowned, suddenly lost in this conversation. "What?"
"Uncle Ry," she repeated. "You know him. He's a member of your coven." When he didn't reply she added, "He calls me his shortcake."
"Was," he corrected bitterly, "a member of my coven."
"Oh." She looked at him, surprise and a little bit of pain evident on her face. "I see. That explains a few things. How?"
"As if you care," he snarled.
"Of course I care," she snapped back. "He's part of my childhood. He was like family."
"Well, he wasn't your family," he reminded her with growing annoyance. "I'm your family and you don't care."
"I care more than you do, Uncle Steve," she informed him. "Don't you remember how I used to follow you around asking you questions about just everything?"
"And returned to your father and tattle," he returned bitterly.
"Tattle?" she chuckled. "I was a little kid sharing my new knowledge with my daddy. I wasn't tattling for goodness sake. You make yourself sound like a small child trying to hide something from his or her parents only to have his older sister or brother run off to tell mom or dad just to get you in trouble. It was never like that."
He scowled and pointed at the exit. "Get out."
"Don't continue this course, Uncle Steve," she repeated her earlier words.
"You don't understand," he protested. "They killed Dam. I promised him. I won't break that promise."
"You're a warlock, Uncle Steve," she reminded him. "Do you really mean to keep a promise made to a vanquished darklighter?"
"He was my friend," he protested, unsure how he ended up on the defensive."
"You're a warlock," she shot back. "Evil doesn't understand friendship. He was a darklighter. It's their job to get you evil and keep you there. They don't care about friendship."
"How is that different than your relationship with those two darklighters you call friends?" he shot back.
"You wouldn't understand," she informed him, adding, "not if you think Dam was your friend."
"And you say you care about what happened to Ry."
"I do," she assured him. "I care about Ry, Shora, Kayla, Eden, even Dathe, but not Dam. I'm an empath, Uncle Steve."
"Who has only had that power recently," he reminded her.
"There's still a sense of people that I've always had," she informed him. "And Dam never cared."
"You don't know what you're talking about," he protested.
"And you don't know what you're throwing away," she informed him with a shrug as she headed toward the exit.
"I can't let you just leave," he announced, grabbing her arm.
She shook him off and glared at him. "Uncle Steve, I'm not going to 'tattle' on you, not now, but if you want to survive, you'd better alter your path. Thanks for the help." Before he could say anything else she blinked out.
Steve frowned. "Help? What help?" he asked the empty air. He ran the conversation through his head, but try as he might, he couldn't think of anything that might have been construed as help. He let out a frustrated yell before he blinked out, heading home.
Brianna isn't quite ready to turn her uncle in, but now that she knows what he's up to, she's going to keep an eye on him.
After a lot of work in the next chapter Chris arrives at the museum ready with the cure, but he still has to get in.
A/N - For anyone who reads reviews. It was pointed out in them that I duplicated the chapter. That has been fixed, but thanks to those who pointed it out.