Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:06:11 GMT -5
Chapter Eight – Blocking Potion?
A little while later, Beth and Mikelle were sitting on two chairs in Mark’s den. A small table was between them. Beth had a pad of paper on her lap. She had been trying to come up with ideas, but it mostly contained doodles.
The doorbell rang and Beth got up. She put the pad on the table. “That’s probably them. I’ll be back.” She left the room and headed into the hall.
Once in the hall, she walked the few steps to the door. About a foot from the door she closed her eyes briefly and concentrated. Upon opening them, she pulled open the door as well.
Wyatt and Chris stood there. Chris raised an eyebrow. “Do you often forget to check who’s at the door?”
Beth shrugged her shoulders. “I sensed no malice.” Curiosity filled her eyes and she added, “Which of you took a blocking potion?”
Wyatt looked at her confused.
Chris’ eyes grew wide as he realized that she was talking about him. “You’re kidding me.”
Wyatt looked at Chris. What is he talking about?
“No,” Beth told him straight faced. “Unless one of you is emotionally blank.”
Still trying to take it in, Chris gulped. “That was literally in another life.”
“No matter,” Beth shrugged. “I was simply curious. I take it you are Kali’s friends.”
“Wyatt Halliwell,” he said sticking out his hand. “And you are?”
“Elizabeth Trudeau,” she replied as she accepted the proffered hand. “Beth.”
“Chris,” he informed her, slightly impatient from worry. “May we come in?”
Beth stepped out of the way, allowing the boys in. Once in she lead the way to the living room.
Mikelle looked up at the sight of the boys.
“Please have a seat,” Beth offered, waving a hand around the living room. “Mark and Kali should be back soon.”
Wyatt and Chris sat down on a couch. Chris felt a spring bite into his hip, so he scooted over, farther away from his brother.
Beth sat down on the other couch in the room.
Chris studied her for a moment before he spoke. “Kali said you have been attacked as well. Would you mind telling us what you know about your attacker?”
Beth nodded, a shiver running through her. “I was never attacked by the same demon or warlock twice. There have been close to two dozen of them, sometimes when I was alone, sometimes when I was with Mark or someone else. They’ve left our parents alone, but Mark’s had similar number of attacks.”
“Two dozen attacks each?” Wyatt gaped a little. “And only since magic came back?”
Beth nodded.
Chris considered this before he asked his next question. “Did anyone say anything interesting?”
Beth thought about that, considering everything that had happened over the last few weeks. Finally, she came on something, perhaps nothing, but it was really all she had. “Most called me witch, but there were a couple that called me Trudeau.” She scrunched her face together in a frown. “One said something about cursed Trudeau witches.”
Chris looked at Beth. “Odd, but it is clear they were targeting you. Are there any other Trudeau witches?”
“Just Mom,” Beth admitted, “but they haven’t attacked her.”
Chris looked at her surprised. “At all?”
Beth shrugged. “The only times she’s fought demons she went looking for them.”
“Must be by blood then,” Chris concluded. “Did your dad have any siblings who married witches?”
Beth shook her head. “Uncle Andy died without ever marrying. Aunt Sarah’s husband is boring.”
Chris smiled, trying to avoid laughing at her last words.
Wyatt grinned. “That’s doesn’t mean he’s not a witch.”
“He’s not,” Mikelle informed them, speaking for the first time since they entered the room.
Wyatt and Chris looked at her startled. They had forgotten her presence.
Mikelle tried to explain. “I became Alice’s whitelighter shortly after I died and just before magic stopped, days before. She and Ben were newly wed, Mark still on the way. She had a different whitelighter, but something had happened and a new one was needed. For most of the time their need for a whitelighter has been limited, and there was another keeping an eye on them.”
“Two whitelighters for one family?” Wyatt asked surprised.
Mikelle gave him a look, her dark brows rising as she replied. “You’re one to talk.”
He shrugged. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes,” she admitted, “and no, not two whitelighters for one family. Though I believe the other was a whitelighter, none of us ever saw him, just knew someone was watching in the background. After about three years he was gone, dead I’m told. Whatever happened I was charged with watching any Wells or Trudeau witches. There are five living and Sarah’s husband isn’t one.”
“I guess you’d know,” Wyatt agreed.
Chris turned to Beth. “Can you think of anything that might help us with Kali’s boyfriend?”
Beth stared at him astounded. “Boyfriend?!” She leapt from her seat. “She’s dating him?”
Chris shrugged. “For a couple of months at least. Do you know anything about him?”
Beth shook her head. “I don’t attend here.” Even if she had, it was a big campus.
The sound of a door closing and people talking brought a smile to Wyatt’s lips. “Sounds like Kali.”
Chris laughed. It certainly did sound like Kali, more like Kali than what Wyatt had described her like when she first called, happy.
Mark and Kali entered the room, talking. Kali grinned at the sight of them and, handing the bag of supplies to Mark, quickly made her way to the couch. She plopped down on the couch between them and put her armed on the back of the couch behind them. “So glad you finally made it down. Do we have a plan for these supplies Mark and I bought?”
Chris nodded. “Yes, Kali.”
She nodded, satisfied. “Good. Then, let’s get to work.”