Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 21:04:51 GMT -5
Chapter Six – Things Best Unsaid
Back at the manor Chris was trying to make sense of the lack of information they had. “Are you sure it gave us no idea how to determine who hired him?”
Wyatt groaned. He had heard the same question over and over, again in the last few minutes, worded different, but always the same. “Chris, would you stop asking. I’ve read this entry a half a dozen times and there’s nothing, so unless you want to go up there and talk to the elders . . .”
Chris glared at Wyatt. “Okay, so there’s nothing there. We’ll have no trouble vanquishing them if they are stupid enough to come back. What’s the point? What do they hope to learn?” Chris looked in the direction of his parents.
Leo shook his head. “I’ve never come across this.”
“Well, obviously great-grandma Johnson did,” Piper retorted, “so they aren’t new.”
Chris shrugged off her words as irrelevant. “New or old, what do they hope to accomplish? Who hired them? What are they looking for?”
“Probably a weakness,” Leo suggested, in his calm tone.
“Well, then they are bored silly,” Chris replied, a bit of laughter in his voice, “because we haven’t used out powers much especially Mom and, Dad you don’t even have any.”
“Maybe they weren’t just following you mom,” Leo suggested. “Did either of you feel someone watching you this past week or so?”
Chris shook his head without hesitation.
Wyatt frowned. “Now that you mention it, I can recall a feeling of being watched.”
“For how long?” Piper asked concerned.
“Just once,” Wyatt replied hesitantly, still thinking. “Today while I was talking to Chris and after.” Wyatt frowned, thinking. “Actually I think I remember the feeling that someone was watching me once before. It was last week when we were working on a potion to vanquish Trae. I didn’t connect the possibility, especially for the first event.”
“Wyatt,” Piper chastised her son, “you’re a witch. Everything is connected somehow.”
“Everything, huh?” Wyatt asked contemplatively. “Remind me the next time I mess up dinner, Chris. It’ll be demonic.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Moving on.”
Leo smiled.
“Maybe we can write a spell to summon one of these spies,” Wyatt suggestion.
“To what end?” Piper asked. “They’ll either lie or not say anything.”
Wyatt shrugged. “Well, then we can vanquish them. That will be fewer demons to worry about.”
Got to admire his initiative,” Leo admitted, pride showing.
“Reminds me of his brother,” Piper stated in fond memory, though most of the memories that came to mind had been more frustrating than anything else at the time.
Wyatt looked at his brother confused.
Chris looked at his mother in surprise. “Me?”
Piper shrugged with a smile. “As I recall you liked to make preemptive strikes on demons.”
“But that was for a specific cause,” Chris protested. “I wasn’t trying to empty the underworld.”
“You would have if you had to,” Piper reminded him.”
“And a lot of good it would have done me,” Chris stated bitterly, “since the enemy I was looking for wasn’t even down there.”
“I’m not entirely sure what you’re talking about,” Wyatt admitted, “but I’m guessing this is one of those things about the past you haven’t told me yet.”
Chris nodded, but said nothing.
“Some things are better not said,” Piper told her older son softly, sad memories filling her, memories of loosing Chris in the past.
“Fine,” Wyatt gave in easily. He was realizing that he wasn’t going to get much out of them easily. There was something about the past, something he couldn’t remember, because he was too young at the time, that no one wanted him to know. It was going to take time and planning to get them to talk. “So what do we do? I don’t like the idea of waiting for their move when we know one is coming soon.”
Chris walked over to the Book and pointed to the page on the Rent-a-Spy demons. “We start making potions. Mom and I will put them together. You can get the ingredients. I think that’s safe.”
“You just don’t trust me,” Wyatt said, giving his little brother a look of fake annoyance.
“You’re right,” Chris agreed easily. “I don’t. If I didn’t before, you mistaking a tablespoon for a teaspoon last week proved I was right.”
Wyatt scowled at him. “Fine, I’ll get the ingredients. What do you need?”