Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 13, 2009 21:07:22 GMT -5
Chapter Fifty – Stepping Back
Steve taped a note addressed to “Darling Devia” on his computer screen before he slung a pack on his back and blinked out of the room. He reappeared just outside the boys apartment. He pulled out a key that he had a locksmith make from a magical key he had made. The magical key no longer worked because after an attack on the brothers a week before they had enchanted not only the apartment to keep out blinking and shimmering, but also the door to prevent all but normal, non-magical tampering and thus the magic made key wouldn’t work. Fortunately for him, the man made version did work.
He turned the knob and walked into the apartment. His plan firmly in mind he headed straight for Chris’ room. All he had to do was stop Chris from following Wyatt and see what resulted. From the conversations he’d overheard while scrying it should be most interesting. He looked around the room in search of a good place to draw. Find a blank wall he put down his bag and pulled out a special piece of chalk purchased from Marchez, a demon merchant he frequented.
Tapping on the chalk to make it glow, he got to work on making a glowing pentagram. Once that was done he double tapped first the chalk and then the pentagram turning them both invisible. He dropped the chalk into his bag and pulled out a spell he’d written. Spell in hand slung his pack over his shoulder and began to chant. “Take me back through time alone, to this place and this abode. Take me back to the time before time was stopped and Chris last opened this door.”
In front of him the invisible pentagram glowed with dark light and bag slung over his shoulder he walked forward into it. Once he was close enough a dark cloud rushed out to meet him and pulled him into it.
It was early afternoon in Chris’ room a dark light filled the room and a dark pentagram appeared on the wall depositing Steve into the room. He exhaled sharply as he got ready to move. Behind him the pentagram vanished, leaving behind nothing. I don’t have much time and there will be no time to clean up afterward if what I heard was right. He slipped the spell into the bag and deposited the bag on Chris’ bed. He pulled out two small crystals from the bag and put one on either side of the door. He tapped them each twice and they vanished from site. “Open once, then no more, for the count of four.”
He glanced at the door and hurried over to the bed, grabbed up his bag and stuffed it under Chris bed before he crawled under there himself, a scowl on his face. Not knowing how much time he would be there he made himself comfortable in the only hiding spot in the room.
Though it seemed to take forever he finally heard the door to the apartment swing open. Slightly garbled through walls he heard Wyatt Halliwell’s voice, “Only that I never want to be in that position, again.”
Steve heard only the sound of movement and then the door to the bedroom swung open. From where he was he could see only Chris’ shoes. Outside of his line of vision, Chris looked around, ready for ambush, but not ready for this.
Of its own accord, the door swung shut behind him, but Chris didn’t notice as he walked over to the desk on the left side of the room, just past the door and unplugged his laptop. He turned around and frowned as he noticed the closed door. Did I close that?
Chris put down the laptop and walked over to the door. He turned the knob and pulled.
Under the bed the warlock grinned evilly and whispered, “One.”
The door opened easily and as Chris grabbed up his laptop and walked out into the apartment a faint glow from the crystals on either side of the door caused the warlock to grin even more.