CHARMED
"SINS OF THE MOTHER"
by J. B. Tilton
email: [email protected]
Rating: G
Disclaimer: “Charmed” and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
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(Authors note: This story takes place between season 1 episodes “The Witch Is Back” and “Wicca Envy”.)
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A man shows up at the manor looking for grams. When the sisters tell him she died, the man suddenly changes into a demon. And vows to destroy them for what grams did to it.
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ONE
Prue walked into the attic and found Piper and Phoebe looking in the Book of Shadows.
“What’s up?” asked Prue, walking over and looking at the entry they were staring at.
“Nothing,” said Phoebe. “We were just talking about how much we missed Melinda.”
The book was open to the entry about Melinda Warren, their ancestor. The spell they had used to bring her to the future had given them an opportunity that almost no one ever got. To meet the person who had actually started their line.
“I miss her too,” said Prue, closing the book. “But she’s back where she belongs now. We need to get on with our own lives.”
“Always the logical one,” said Piper, hugging her older sister.
“Someone has to be,” said Prue.
The three sisters went downstairs. When they were nearly at the bottom of the stairs, someone knocked on the front door. Only it wasn’t a normal knock. It sounded as if someone were trying to knock the door off its hinges. Prue opened the door and found a man standing on the front porch.
“Easy on the door, guy,” snapped Prue. “It’s only made of wood and glass, you know?”
“I’m sorry,” said the man, pushing his way into the entryway.
He was about average height for a man. His graying hair was mussed and he hadn’t shaved in several days. His clothes looked as if he had slept in them for several days. He was clearly old enough to be the sisters’ grandfather.
“Come right in why don’t you?” asked Prue.
“Is she here?” asked the man nervously. “Penny Halliwell. I need to speak to her.”
“Sorry,” said Phoebe. “Grams died a few months ago.”
“We’re her granddaughters,” said Piper. “Is there anything we could do for you?”
“No, no, no,” cried the man, “she can’t be dead. She just can’t be.”
“We know how your feel,” said Prue, “but I’m afraid she is. Who are you?”
“You don’t understand,” snapped the man. He was very close to loosing control. “This is horrible. If she’s dead, then there’s no hope. The danger is back. You’re all in terrible, terrible, danger.”
“Listen, mister,” said Piper, “you need to calm down. You’re not doing anyone any good like this. Why don’t we go into the living room and . . .”
“There’s no time,” screamed the man. “It’s too late.”
Suddenly the man doubled over as if he were in pain. The sisters didn’t know what was happening or what to do. Suddenly the man straightened up. As he stood up, he changed. His form turned into a seven-foot creature with red skin. Its blues eyes flashed. Vampire-like fangs extended from its mouth. It looked around at the sisters.
“Demon,” said Prue, moving over next to her sisters.
“You will tell me where the witch is,” demanded the demon. “I will have my revenge on her.”
TWO
“Look, bub,” said Prue, “we already told you. Our grandmother died several months ago. I suggest you get out of here right now.”
“Dead?” questioned the demon. “The witch is dead?”
“That’s what we said,” said Piper. “And if you don’t want to join her, I suggest you do as Prue says.”
“No,” howled the demon. “Thirty years I’ve been waiting for my revenge. To have it stolen from me like this.”
He looked down at the sisters.
“You called her grandmother,” said the demon.
“That’s right,” said Phoebe. “She was our grandmother.”
“You are the witch’s granddaughters?” questioned the demon.
“Not very smart, is he?” Prue asked her sisters.
“All is not lost then,” said the demon. “I shall have my revenge yet. You will pay for what she did to me.”
The demon raised its hand but Prue didn’t wait to see what it was going to do. She tapped into her telekinetic power and the demon went flying out of the open door. It fell to the porch and tumbled down the stairs. The sisters stepped up to the door.
“I seem to have underestimated you,” said the demon, rising to its feet. “It seems you have inherited the witch’s lineage. This is not finished. I’ll have my revenge yet.”
Suddenly the demon shimmered out and was gone. Prue stepped outside and looked up and down the street. Then she moved back into the manor and closed the door.
“I think we got lucky,” said Prue. “I don’t think anyone saw what happened.”
“What did happen?” asked Piper.
“It said something about what grams did to it,” said Phoebe. “What do you think she did to it?”
“I don’t know,” said Prue. “But it also implied it would be back. We need to find out what it is and how to get rid of it. Phoebe and I will check the Book of Shadows.”
“I’ll check my potion ingredients,” said Piper. “I need to make sure we have everything for a vanquishing potion.”
Prue and Phoebe headed to the attic as Piper headed for the kitchen.
“What was all that talk about revenge?” asked Phoebe as they entered the attic.
“I don’t know,” said Prue. “Apparently grams did something that really got under its skin.”
“Prue,” said Phoebe, “didn’t you close the Book of Shadows when we were up here earlier?”
“Yes, why?” asked Prue looking at the book.
The book still sat on the podium where they kept it. But instead of being closed, it lay open. Prue and Phoebe walked up and looked at it.
“It’s open to a binding potion,” said Phoebe. “Something that’s supposed to bind someone’s powers.”
“That’s nice,” said Prue, “except we don’t need to bind this thing. We need to vanquish it. See if you can find an entry for it.”
Phoebe began to flip through the pages of the book. After a few moments she stopped and opened the book to an entry.
“Here it is,” said Phoebe. “Its name is Pentak, a medium level demon that torments mortals and drives them insane causing them to commit horrible crimes.”
“Not a nice guy,” said Prue. “Look, there’s a vanquishing potion for it. Copy it down for Piper.”
“Look at this,” said Phoebe.
Prue read the portion of the entry Phoebe was pointing to.
“That’s odd,” said Prue. “And obviously someone made a mistake. Come on. Let’s get that potion recipe to Piper. We need to have that potion ready when this Pentak returns.”
Phoebe copied the recipe down and the two left the attic. As they started to descend the stairs, neither noticed the pages of the Book of Shadows begin to flip by themselves. The pages finally stopped, coming to rest on a different entry.
THREE
“Find anything?” asked Piper, coming out of the kitchen as Prue and Phoebe came down the stairs.
“Yeah,” said Prue. “It’s called Pentak and it drives people crazy and makes them commit crimes. And there was a vanquishing potion. Phoebe has the recipe for it.”
“I have just enough ingredients for one potion,” said Piper. “We’ll need to stock up right away.”
“I’ll go as soon as this is finished,” said Prue.
“There was something strange about that entry,” said Phoebe, handing the recipe t Piper. “It said that Pentak was contained and should not prove a threat for a long time. And that part was written in ball point pent, not like the rest of the entry.”
“That is strange,” said Piper. “Obviously someone made a mistake.”
“That’s what I said,’ said Prue. “Maybe grams did it. Maybe that’s what Pentak was talking about. Maybe grams did something that she thought would contain this thing, only it didn’t contain it for very long.”
“I can’t see grams making a mistake like that,” said Phoebe.
“Neither can I,” said Piper. “Maybe it was some one else.”
“It looked like grams’ handwriting,” said Prue.
“We can worry about that later,” said Piper. “I need to get this potion made.”
Just then the three heard glass break in the kitchen. They went into the kitchen and looked around. Two glass jars lay broken on the floor, their contents intermingled.
“Damn,” said Piper, picking up one of the broken jars, “I needed that for the vanquishing potion. We’ll need to get some more right away.”
”I’ll go,” volunteered Phoebe. “If that thing attacks while I’m gone, both of your powers will be more useful than mine.”
“Don’t take too long,” said Prue. “We may need you for a Power of Three spell.”
“Back in a flash,” said Phoebe.
Piper told her what to get and Phoebe left immediately to get it.
“I don’t understand how those jars fell off the counter,” said Piper. “The weren’t that close to the edge.”
“Maybe they were closer t the edge than you thought,” said Prue.
“I guess so,” said Piper. “I can start the potion anyway. I should be ready for the last ingredient when Phoebe gets back with it.”
“I’m going to check the rest of the house,” said Prue. “Just to make sure that thing isn’t hiding her somewhere.”
“I’d better go with you,” said Piper. “The potion isn’t any good until Phoebe gets back anyway. And I can still have it ready by the time she gets back.”
When the two had left the kitchen, a gust of wind came in the open window. The paper with the recipe on it slid out from underneath the jar Piper was using to hold it down. When it was free of the weight of the jar, the wind kicked up again.
The wind caught the paper and lifted it off the table. Unerringly the paper lifted on the breeze and flew toward the window. Then the paper blew out the window and disappeared into the backyard. Just as suddenly, the wind dissipated away.
“Well, it’s nowhere in the house,” said Piper as she and Prue walked back into the kitchen.
“I didn’t think it would be,” said Prue. “I just wanted to make sure.”
“Where’s the recipe?” asked Piper, looking over the table.
“You had it last,” said Prue.
“It was right here,” said Piper, “under this jar.”
They both searched the kitchen. There was no sign of the recipe.
“Okay,” said Piper, “things just don’t vanish for no reason.”
“This is really strange,” said Prue. “It’s almost as if someone is trying to prevent you from making that potion.”
“Like maybe a demon who doesn’t want to be vanquished?” offered Piper. “Okay, I’m going to go get the recipe again. You stay here and make sure nothing else gets disturbed.”
“Right,” said Prue.
Piper picked up a pad and pen and headed for the Book of Shadows.
FOUR
“Here you go,” said Phoebe, handing a bag to Piper. “We were lucky. It was the last jar they had.”
“Great,” said Piper. “I’m all ready for it.”
She removed the jar from the bag and opened it. Then she sprinkled some of the contents into her hand.
“Stand back,” she said.
She poured the content of her hand into the pot with the potion in it and quickly pulled her hand back. There was a small explosion inside the pot and smoke began to rise from the pot. Piper picked up a spoon and started to stir the concoction.
“All ready,” she announced. “Once it cools, we’ll be ready for Pentak when he comes back.”
“Good,” said Prue. “The sooner we get rid of him, the better.”
“By the way,” said Piper, “why were you guys checking out a binding potion?”
“What do you mean?” asked Prue.
“When I got the recipe again,” said Piper, “the Book of Shadows was open to a binding potion. You were right about the entry on Pentak, Prue. That was grams’ handwriting in that entry.”
“The Book of Shadows was open to the same entry when we first went up there,” said Phoebe. “The book seems to be opening itself. That’s really weird.”
“It’s more than weird,” said Prue. “The entry for Pentak said it was contained. You don’t think grams bound the demons’ powers instead of vanquishing it, do you?”
“Why would she do that?” asked Phoebe.
“No reason I can think of,” said Piper. “But it might explain why Pentak is so ticked off. If she bound its powers, it would be as helpless as anyone else. It could be pretty strong motive for revenge.”
“It would also explain why she thought it was contained,” said Prue. “If she bound its’ powers, the binding would have been broken after she died. That explains why it showed up now. And we get to be the recipient of its’ anger since grams is gone.”
“That still doesn’t explain why grams would bind a demons power instead of vanquishing it,” said Phoebe.
“Well,” said Prue, pouring the liquid into a vial, “we’re ready for it now. She might have bound its powers, but we need to vanquish it. And this,” she capped the vial and sat it on the table, “ will do just that.”
Suddenly the vial slid across the table of its own accord. It slid off the edge of the table. Piper barely froze it in time before it shattered on the floor. She reached down and snatched it out of midair.
“This is getting annoying,” she said.
“What was that?” asked Phoebe.
“Pentak is using his power to keep us from completing this potion,” said Prue. “I guess he doesn’t want to be vanquished.”
“Gee, surprise, surprise,” said Phoebe.
“I’ll just hang onto this,” said Piper, putting the vial into her pocket. “I don’t want to find it broken just when we need it.”
“I can’t believe I’m actually hoping this thing will attack,” said Prue, “just so we can get it over with.”
“Maybe I should write a Power of Three spell,” said Phoebe. “Just as a safety precaution.”
“That might not be a bad idea,” said Prue. “It never hurts to have a backup plan.”
“Well, I think I want to sit down for a while,” said Piper. “I”ve been on my feet all day and they’re killing me.”
As the three entered the entryway, there was a knock at the door. Phoebe walked over and looked out the window.
“Prue,” she said, “you know that wish you just made? I think you just got it.”
She opened the door and stepped back. Pentak stood on the porch in his human form.
FIVE
“Piper, the potion,” said Prue, as she prepared to defend against an attack.
Piper reached into her pocket and pulled out the vanquishing potion. She raised the vial and was about to throw it.
“Wait,” said the man, putting up his hands as if to stop her, “I’m an innocent.”
Piper hesitated. The man seemed composed and rational. Not nearly as agitated as he had been before.
“What?” asked Prue.
“I’m an innocent,” said the man. “That’s what your grandmother used to call me. Please, just give me some time to explain what’s going on. I’m not a threat to you.”
“How do we know this isn’t a trick?” asked Phoebe.
“I don’t know what that vial does,” said the man, “but you can keep it handy if you want. I just need five minutes to explain.”
“Okay,” said Prue, “you have five minutes. But try anything and you’re going to be very sorry.”
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“What do you mean you’re not Pentak?” asked Piper, sitting a cup of coffee on the table in front of the man.
“My name is Curtis Moore,” said the man. “When I was young, I was diagnosed with MPD; multiple personalities disorder. There’s someone else living in my head. At first it was mild. But as I got older, the other personality began to get stronger. It turned out to be this Pentak. And it didn’t take me long to figure out what it was.”
“You don’t remember anything when it takes over?” asked Phoebe.
“Just flashes mostly,” said Moore. “I went to a dozen doctors but they couldn’t help me.”
“So you came to grams,” said Prue.
“We were good friends in high school,” said Moore. “She even confided in me that she was a witch. I didn’t believe her then. But when all of this started, I figured I didn’t have anything to loose.”
“That’s why she bound the demon instead of vanquishing it,” said Piper.
“Yes,” said Moore. “She said she couldn’t vanquish it without killing me. And she couldn’t kill me because I was an innocent. So she brewed this concoction and had me drink it. That was almost thirty years ago and I”ve been free of Pentak ever since.”
“Until a few months ago,” said Phoebe.
“That’s right,” said Moore. “That’s when it started coming out again. And it’s getting stronger. Usually I’m in charge. But it’s getting harder to stay in control.”
“When grams died,” said Piper, “her binding was broken. That’s why Pentak is back. As it gets stronger, it will begin to take over completely. Eventually, it will be in control all the time.”
“That’s why I came back here,” said Moore. “Penny helped me before and I figured she could help me again.”
“Only Pentak took over,” said Prue. “And it’s looking for revenge against grams for binding it. Only with her dead, it can’t get to her. So it’s decided to take its’ revenge out on us.”
“So it would seem,” said Moore. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of me. I thought Penny could bind it again or something.”
“I’m sure she would if she was still alive,” said Phoebe. “Then again, if she was still alive, it would still be bound and none of this would be happening.”
“With Penny dead now,” said Moore, “I don’t have any hope of stopping this thing. It’s only a matter of time before it takes over completely.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that exactly,” said Prue.
“What do you mean?” asked Moore. “Is one of you a witch, too?”
“Actually,” said Phoebe, “we all are. We inherited our power from grams after she died.”
“And I have an idea that should keep Pentak locked away permanently,” said Piper smiling.
SIX
“Here ya go,” said Piper, handing a potion to Moore. “It may not taste real good, but it should do the trick.”
“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” asked Moore. “Penny tried this once before.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Piper, “it’s going to work. All three of us had a hand in making this binding potion. As long as even one of us is still alive, Pentak is going to stay where he is.”
Moore drank about half the potion and grimaced.
“Oh, that’s disgusting,” he said.
“All of it,” ordered Piper. “It won’t do any good unless you finish it.”
Moore held his nose and drained the cup.
“I’m glad this doesn’t have to be done every day,” he said. “I don’t know if I could drink that again.”
“Well, your problems are all over,” said Piper. “Pentak is gone for good.”
“I don’t know how to thank you,” said Moore.
“Just enjoy your life,” said Prue. “And don’t worry about demons anymore.”
“You have a deal,” said Moore. Thank you so much.”
“Okay, go,” said Piper. “You need to get back to your life.”
More smiled and left the manor.
“I guess we now know why the Book of Shadows kept opening to the binding potion,” said Phoebe.
“And why someone or something didn’t want that vanquishing potion completed,” said Piper. “I just wish we knew what was going on with all that.”
“Obviously it wasn’t Pentak doing it,” said Prue. “I guess we just have a guardian angel somewhere.”
“I wonder if we will have to go through something like this again,” said Phoebe. “Once grams passed, all of her spells were cancelled. I’m just wondering how many more bindings or such she did while she was alive.”
“We’ll just have to wait and see,” said Prue. “I’m curious why she didn’t tell about Moore in the Book of Shadows. There was no mention of him in the entry for Pentak.”
“We may never know,” said Piper. “It was thirty years ago. Maybe she meant to update it and just never got around to it. It’s just good we were able to rebind Pentak. I’d hate to think we inadvertently harmed an innocent.”
“Well, if I’m not mistaken,” said Prue, “we have some shopping to do for potion ingredients. I don’t want to be caught without a potion again.”
“I’ll go make a list right now,” said Piper.
The End
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