Part Thirty- Dark Ages
The Next Generation
Part Thirty: Dark Ages
Author’s note: this is the last chapter of this story. I hope you’ve all enjoyed it so far.
I'm really sorry, I tried to upload all these, but I'm seeming to be having issues with tth, but now everything should be up, and The Dark Years, the next story after this chapter, should make more sense!
And I shall leave you there.
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“Well, here we are, our first night in our new home.” Wyatt said, settling Melinda into her crib. They now had three in the small alcove in the attic.
“Yup, here we are.” Joyce laid Grace into her crib, after squeezing her tightly a moment. It was thundering outside, but the girls had no problems falling asleep.
“Tomorrow we’ll patrol, ok? Mom can take them for an hour or so, while I show you around.” Wyatt went around picking up their new room while Joyce watched her girls sleep.
“I-I want to go alone. You need to stay here and protect them.”
“My parents can do that as easily-“
“Wyatt, please. For me.”
“Ok. Don’t worry.” He set the stuff down and went and wrapped his arms around her.
“I can’t help it. I can’t sense anything, Wyatt.”
“What do you mean?”
“In Sunnydale, I could sense the hellmouth, the vampires stalking the street, the demon bar three blocks away. Here…there’s nothing.”
“That’s good, right?”
“No. It’s too quiet. The calm before the storm. It’s not natural.” He turned her around in his arms, stroking her hair.
“Everything’ll be fine. I promise. Come on, bed time for mommy.” He led her over to the bed, and she crawled over to her side. He slid in next to her and took her into his arms once more. “Everything’s going to be just fine.” He murmured.
She tried to listen, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was going to happen to her girls.
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Wyatt waited for her to come home from patrolling. He tried to seem nonchalant, watching TV, making her a snack, reading the Book of Shadows, and writing an entry on hellmouths and slayers, but by midnight, he forwent trying to look like he wasn’t waiting, and began to pace. She had said she’d just be gone an hour.
Sometime during the night he fell asleep on the couch.
“So she didn’t come home last night?” all three women had heard the girls crying the next morning. Paige rocked Faith, Phoebe had Melinda, and Piper soothed Grace.
“That’s what it looks like. He’s down sleeping on the couch.” Leo handed each woman a warm bottle, a worried expression on his face. “Can you handle things here? I’d better go look for her.”
“Would you take Jason with you? He feels left out when family stuff happens.” Phoebe told him.
“Sure. I’ll be back later."
“What should we do about Wyatt?” Paige asked.
“Leave him for now. Hopefully Leo can find her before he wakes up.” Piper said.
“Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this?” Phoebe voiced everyone’s concerns.
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“Welcome to the Dark Ages,” she said, as she turned from the vision of the three sisters. She looked at the unconscious woman hanging in space, and smiled. Nothing would ruin her plans this time.
A/N: and here ends The Next Generation.
Please look for The Dark Years, the final story in this series.
Please review, so I know what you think!
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SNEAK PEEK AT WHAT’S TO COME:
“We’re off to school!” the oldest cried, as her two sisters shouldered their bags.
“Bye Aunt Piper, bye Aunt Paige, Bye Aunt Phoebe!”
“Do you have your lunches?”
The middle girl sighed. “Lunches.” She murmured, and the three brown paper bags fell into her arms. “Yes Aunt Piper!”
“Don’t use magick for household chores!”
“Sorry Uncle Leo!”
“We really have to go now, or we’ll be late!” the youngest called.
“Have fun!” the five adults called.
“We will! We always do!” they walked up the steps to the first landing. “Show us now what’s always been.” They recited, and the door appeared in the wall. The door opened and they stepped through. The door closed behind them
A woman with long brown hair came down the stairs with a laundry basket full of laundry. She looked happy enough, going about her daily chores, but there was a deep sadness that could be found in all of the eyes of the adults she lived with.
“They never clean up after themselves.” She sighed, seeing the door still in the wall. “Hide from us now what always will be.” The door disappeared and she continued on her way down cellar.
LOOK FOR THE DARK YEARS, COMING SOON!