None of it is mine! If I owned any of these characters I would not be writing right now. All things Buffy belong to Joss Whedon and Charmed belongs to the WB and Constance M. Burge.Summary:
Buffy is killed in action and reborn with new powers and a whole new destiny. The Powers That Be prevent her from seeing anyone from her past life until her eighteenth birthday when a new enemy appears and Angel Investigations must find the ‘Reborn Champion.’Spoilers:
Starts one year after the Angel episode ‘The Girl in Question’ and about two years after the Buffy Series Finale. Buffy, Willow, and Xander all start out at 24, Faith at 23, and Dawn and Andrew at 19. No Willow/Kennedy. Gunn is dead, no Illyria, Cordy is dead, Connor has both sets of memories, Wes is alive, Lindsey is alive.
As for Charmed, I’m not really sure what season it is, though Cole isn’t dead or evil, Leo never became an Elder, and both Wyatt and Chris have been born.A/N:
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you guys are great!!! Your reviews let me know that people are actually reading and enjoying this. Sorry it’s taken so long for me to update this one. Writer’s Block is a bitch.A/N2:
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Chapter 4: Chosen Again(June 18, 2018)
Melinda quickly ducked, her Aunt Paige’s warning coming just in time as an energy ball flew over her head, hitting the grandfather clock instead of Melinda.
“Hey!” Piper yelled, “Not the clock! Why is it that every time we’re attacked the clock gets broken?!” She exclaimed, not really expecting an answer as she flicked her wrist, blowing up the demon that had just broken the clock.
“Gee, thanks, Mom! It’s so nice to know you’re concerned for my welfare!” Mel said as she telekinetically threw a demon across the room.
Piper shot a look at Mel before turning back to the attacking demons, opening her mouth to retort only to be cut off by Phoebe.
“Could you two talk about this later?” Phoebe asked, “And maybe focus on the demons trying to kill us right now?” She quickly jumped into the air, levitating and kicking out at an advancing demon. “Paige, behind you!” She exclaimed.
Paige spun around, barely managing to duck the energy ball flying towards her. “Energy ball!” She cried, redirecting the ball that had just missed her back at the demon that had sent it.
Melinda quickly crouched down in a corner behind a chair so that she was out of sight and closed her eyes, concentrating. Moments later a second Melinda appeared behind one of the demons. The demon spun around when it heard a noise come from behind it, “Wha-?” It questioned, confused as to how the blonde was suddenly behind him. Mel just smiled and flicked her wrist, sending the demon flying across the room, knocking him out. She turned around to see another demon lunging at her and closed her eyes and disappeared, the demon soaring through the empty space where she had just been standing.
Behind the chair, the crouching Melinda’s eyes snapped open. She peeked around the side of the chair to survey the fight. Her Aunt Phoebe was currently fighting off two demons and holding her own, Aunt Paige had just orbed an energy ball away from her and her mom had just turned to see the demon that had lunged at Mel sprawled on the floor and quickly blew him up. Doing a quick count she saw a total of eight demons, including the ones her aunts were fighting. Swirling blue lights in one of the corners caught Mel’s attention and she sighed as her two older brothers orbed into the room, “It’s about time!” She muttered. She quickly jumped out from behind the chair as a demon spotted her and sent and energy ball towards her hiding place.
Chris and Wyatt quickly took in the scene around them before jumping in to help. Chris quickly made his way over to Melinda and handed her a few vanquishing potions.
“What the heck took you two so long?!” Melinda asked as she grabbed the bottles from her brother, immediately throwing one at a nearby demon.
“Sorry! We were attacked in the attic and it took us a few minutes to kill them.” Chris replied as they ducked an incoming energy ball. Moments later he was heading towards their Aunt Paige to give her some vanquishing potions.
Melinda glanced around and saw her mom holding a few bottles of potion and throwing one at a demon that was close to her while simultaneously blowing up a demon a little farther away. Wyatt had made his way over to Aunt Phoebe and together the two of them had taken out the two demons she had been fighting moments before and as she watched Wyatt summoned Excalibur and quickly killed another. Looking over she saw Chris and Aunt Paige finally kill the demon that had been bombarding their aunt with energy balls. Doing a quick mental tally Mel realized that seven of the eight demons had been vanquished but looking around she couldn’t find the last one.
Everyone was trying to catch their breaths as Mel spoke up, “Hey, where’s the last de-” She started to ask but was cut off as the last demon shimmered in behind her and grabbed her, putting a dagger to her throat and causing her to drop the extra vanquishing potions she was holding. Everyone froze as they saw the position Melinda was now in.
The demon chuckled lowly, “Now, there’s no need for her to get hurt. Just hand over the sword and she’ll go free, not a scratch on her,” He said looking at Wyatt and the sword he was still holding.
Melinda rolled her eyes before disappearing in shower of blue and white orbs only to reappear directly behind the demon. The demon spun around, a look of shock on his face.
“Hello? Half-Whitelighter, remember?” Melinda asked before pulling her arm back and punching the demon in the face, watching in shock as he flew across the room and hit the far wall with a sickening crack and fell to the floor unconscious. She looked back and forth between her hand and the demon crumpled on the floor in shock before looking up at her mom, aunts and brothers, “What the…?” She asked trailing off.
Piper, Paige, Phoebe, Chris and Wyatt just stared at Mel in shock, not quite believing what they had just seen.
All six were jolted out of their shocked stupor as the front door opened and footsteps and Leo’s voice were heard from the hall, “Honey, we’re…” He trailed off as he entered the living room; Cole, Henry, Darla, and Tara right behind him and a cake in his hands, “Home?” He finished a bit uncertainly, “What happened?” He asked, “Is everyone okay?”
The others merely blinked at him for a moment, still slightly in shock. “Um,” Piper started, only to stop as loud voices were heard coming down the hall from the front door.
“Hey, why’s everyone just standing here?” A female voice questioned as a dark haired girl of thirteen poked her head over Darla’s shoulder. “Well, that doesn’t look good,” She stated upon seeing the state of the living room.
“What doesn’t look good?” A boy asked as he leaned around Cole. He had brown hair and eyes and looked to be a bit younger than Melinda and the other girl. “Oh. Yeah, that looks kinda bad.” He agreed.
Another boy, this one a year or two younger, poked his head over the dark haired girl’s shoulder. “Hey, Mel, look’s like the demons wanted to wish you a happy birthday, too!” He said with a snicker.
Melinda blinked at him and opened her mouth to reply when everyone heard a groan from the other side of the room as the demon Mel had hit started to stir. Piper quickly turned and flicked her wrist toward it, causing it to explode.
“So, why is everyone looking so shocked?” Cole asked as the group in the doorway finally moved into the living room, Leo heading into the dining room put the cake on the table before rejoining the others in the living room.
“Yeah,” Henry added, “It’s not like we’ve never had demon attacks before.”
Chris finally shook himself out of his shock enough to reply, “Mel hit the demon.”
The dark haired girl raised an eyebrow as she looked at the fifteen year old half-Whitelighter, “Yeah, so? It’s not like Mel’s never hit a demon before.”
Wyatt snorted, “Well, yeah, but they’ve never flown clear across the room before when she’d hit ’em.”
“You made a demon fly across the room by hitting it?!” The first boy exclaimed, looking at Melinda with wide eyes.
The blonde nodded.
The younger boy grinned, “Wicked!”
Melinda laughed a little and smiled at him, “Thanks, Blake.” She said before trying to change the subject, “So, cake! Cake sounds good right about now!”
Piper looked a bit worried, “But, Mel Honey, I think we should try and figure out what happened with that punch.”
“Aww, Mom!” The blonde complained, “Can’t we do that later? I just wanna enjoy what’s left of my birthday.”
A soft voice spoke up from the back of the room, “A-Actually, I can explain it right now,” Tara said softly. “Why don’t we all sit down?”
Everyone moved into the dining room and sat down at the table since most of the furniture in the living room was either destroyed or over turned during the fight.
Melinda sat at the head of the table, right in front of the cake. On her right sat Chris, then Wyatt, then Piper and Leo. On Leo’s other side sat Henry followed by the older looking boy with Paige sitting at the other head of the table, directly opposite Melinda. On Melinda’s left was Tara, then Darla, the dark haired girl, Cole, the younger boy and Phoebe who was on Paige’s right.
“Okay, this is kind of a long story so please try not to interrupt,” Tara started. “‘Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl, in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to hunt Vampires and to stop the spread of their evil. She is the Slayer.’ Or at least, that’s how it used to be. Things first changed about twenty, twenty-one years ago, when a Slayer drowned and died. Now, one thing you should know is that Slayers, traditionally, fought alone; they had no friends, no family. The Watcher’s Council, who trained the Slayers, basically forbid them from having family or friends or really any life outside of Slaying. However, this Slayer, she was different. She had family and friends. It was because of one of these friends that things changed. Her friend found her, face down in a puddle of water and did CPR on her, reviving her. But since her heart had stopped and she was technically dead, even if it was only for a minute, she was still dead, which was enough to Call the next Slayer in line. Now there were two Slayers. The second Slayer died about a year later and another was called. This one is actually still alive. Anyway, about fifteen years ago the original Slayer and her friends fought a battle against the First Evil. The First was trying to end the Slayer line by going around and killing all of the Potential Slayers, girls who had the potential to be called as the Slayer should the current one die. The Watcher’s Council Headquarters was blown up and all of the Potentials fled to the home of the original Slayer. This Slayer found a weapon, one that was made for the Slayer. She had a friend who was a very powerful witch and they used the weapon to do a spell; a spell that activated all Potentials all over the world. Any girl who had the potential to become a Slayer, became a Slayer.” Tara explained, looking at Mel to see if she understood so far.
Melinda nodded a bit as she took in her Whitelighter’s story, “Okay, but what does this have to do with me?” She asked curiously.
Tara smiled at her, “Well, you see because of the spell this Slayer and her friends were able to defeat the First. After they had rested up and tended their wounds they rebuilt the Watcher’s Council, though it’s now known as the Slayer’s Council, and started looking for anyone who had been activated by the Witch’s spell so that they could train them to use their new powers. After a few months of searching and finding new Slayers, they realized that none of the girls they found were younger than thirteen. A few weeks later they realized that it was because all of the Potentials who weren’t yet thirteen were still just that, Potentials. Apparently, when the First Slayer was created something was done to ensure that the next Slayer Called wouldn’t be too young, that a Potential younger than thirteen couldn’t be Called. So when the spell was done during the Battle, only those Potentials who were old enough to be Called were activated. Any Potential who was younger than thirteen at the time of the spell became activated on her thirteenth birthday.” She said.
“So, I’m a Slayer?” Mel questioned, trying to make sure she was understanding things correctly.
Tara nodded, “Yes, you are. Now, normally the Slayer’s Council would send a Watcher to talk to a new Slayer about a week or so before her thirteenth birthday so that she would know what to expect, but well, you’re a special case. To be honest, the Slayer’s Council doesn’t even know you exist right now.”
“What? Why? And how do they know where to find Slayers and Potentials anyway?” Melinda asked.
“And what kind of person would send a thirteen year old out to fight Vampires? There is now way I’m letting Melinda go out hunting Vampires, its bad enough when demons attack us! I won’t have her going out looking for them!” Piper exclaimed.
Tara hurried to calm Piper down, “Oh, no, no, no! Nobody sends thirteen year olds out to fight vampires. That’s just when the Potential becomes a Slayer. The Slayer’s Council has offices and Slayer Schools all over the world. The schools are like boarding schools, the new Slayers go there to learn how to control their new powers. They also get a traditional education as well. None of the Slayers are allowed to start patrolling until they’re sixteen and even then its at the trainers’ discretion, if they don’t think a girl is ready, she’s not allowed to go. And they always patrol in groups with at least a couple of experienced Slayers in the group. When a Slayer graduates she has the choice of Slaying part-time, full-time, in emergencies only or not at all. If she wants to live a normal life with a husband, a picket fence, a dog and two-point-five kids, she can. If she wants to be fully involved with Slaying, she can do that as well. It’s all up to her. The Council just wants to make sure that the Slayers can handle their powers and know how to defend themselves if they’re attacked. If a Slayer decides to Slay then she’s assigned a Watcher to work with. Even if a Slayer decides to go for a normal life there’s a Watcher that checks on each Slayer in a certain area every couple of months to make sure everything is okay.” Tara explained and Piper immediately relaxed a bit.
“As for how the find the Potentials and Slayers,” Tara started as she turned back to Mel, “They use a couple of different spells. They’re basically specialized locator spells. They do a series of spells every month to track Potentials; one that finds any Potentials that have been born since the last time the spell was cast, that spell records the girl’s name, birthday, parents’ names, where she lives, and when she’ll be activated; each Potential gets their own file as soon as they’re discovered, these files are updated as needed, for instance, if a Potential moves, that gets recorded so that the Council can find her when she’s about to turn thirteen, that’s the second spell, the one to update files; and the third spell is one that lets the Council know which Potentials will be activated in the next one to two months so they know who to go talk to.
“And the Council doesn’t know about you because the Elders and the Powers That Be don’t want them to yet. Don’t ask why, I’m not allowed to say.” She told the new Slayer. “And if you were wondering, this is what the Cross and the Stake on your charm bracelet represent, you being a Slayer.”
The dark haired girl spoke up from her place between Darla and Cole, “So, I guess this means I’m not a Slayer, then? Since I turned thirteen six months ago?” She asked.
Tara smiled at her, “No, sorry, Patience. Though, it’s probably a good thing, as I don’t know what would have happened if you had become a Slayer, what with you being part demon and the Slayer was created to fight demons.”
Patience grimaced, “Good point. I’d probably have gone insane. Wait, does this mean that Mel’s instincts will be telling her to slay me, Dad and Blake since we’re all part demon?” She asked.
Melinda quickly shook her head, “No, I don’t think so. I mean all three of you are sitting here right now and I don’t have the urge to kill you or anything. Though, actually, now that you mention it, I can actually feel you three. It’s like, I dunno, like how it feels when the hair on the back of your neck stand on end or whatever or maybe a slight itch or I can’t really explain it, but it’s like I can sense the demonic parts of you. But I’m not getting any feelings like your dangerous and should be killed. Same thing with Dad, Tara and Darla, though it’s more of a pleasant tingle. I can feel it from Aunt Paige, Ryder, Wyatt and Chris, too though it’s not as strong. I think I’m sensing the Whitelighter in them. Does that make any sense?”
Darla smiled, “It makes perfect sense, Mel.”
“You said that the Slayer’s Council taught a Slayer how to use and handle her new powers. What kind of powers are we talking about here? And if the Elders and the Powers That Be don’t want the Council to know about Mel, who’s going to train her?” Wyatt asked looking at Tara.
“Darla and I will most likely be the ones to train her as we’ve both had experience with Slayers before.” Tara replied, “As for powers, they aren’t like what you’re used to. They’re powers given to the Slayer to help her fight vampires and demons, like enhanced strength, agility, better hearing and vision. Basically, she’ll be able see and hear better than before and will be stronger, faster, and more agile, she’ll heal faster and be able to sense vampires and demons and she’ll be able to learn how to use pretty much any weapon fairly quickly. Slayers have also been known to have prophetic dreams, so that’s also a possibility, though they’d normally be a lot more cryptic than Phoebe’s premonitions. And that’s all in addition to the powers she already has from being a Witch and a Whitelighter, such as her orbing, healing, telekinesis, and astral projection.”
“Well, that’s a lot to take in,” Paige said, “What do you all say we have cake and let Mel open her presents? We can talk about this more later. Ryder, honey, why don’t you go get some plates and silverware?” She requested, looking at her son.
Ryder nodded, getting up from his spot between Paige and Henry, the almost-thirteen year old quickly heading into the kitchen for the requested items.
Phoebe looked at the dark-haired boy between her and Cole, “Why don’t you go grab some bowls and the ice cream out of the freezer, Blake?”
“Sure, Mom,” The eleven year old replied before following his cousin into the kitchen.
It wasn’t long before everyone had finished singing to Melinda and had plates of cake and bowls of ice cream in front of them, all thoughts of Slayers pushed to the back of their minds as they focused on enjoying the rest of Melinda’s birthday.
Yay! Another chapter done! Sorry I took so long! It’s hard to believe it’s been over a year since I updated this one! This chapter really didn’t want to be written, so if it doesn’t flow right or there are any errors, please, please, please let me know so I can fix it.
Also, did Tara’s explanation to Mel about the Slayer line make sense? I didn’t want her mentioning anyone by name because I didn’t want Mel to find out that she’s Buffy just yet and I don’t want her knowing who everyone is when they meet later. I swear I seriously confused myself writing that part!
Also in case anyone cares, this chapter was around 8 pages and 3,235 words long
Anywho, I hope ya’ll liked this chapter! Let me know what you think!
And Merry Christmas & Happy New Years to Everyone!