Post by Andria Halliwell on Oct 19, 2007 11:57:49 GMT -5
The young blond paced the room nervously, brushing curled tendrils away from her tanned face. Her mind was racing, though half of the thoughts werent her. Not completely anyway. She stepped behind the podium, gripping the wooden edges with white knuckles. Her light brown eyes closed as she attempted to gain control. Andria Halliwell was losing it. Or rather, losing herself.
She was in fact, half demon. And of the worst kind. Her father was no other than Belthazor, later known as The Source of All Evil. Since her mother was a Charmed One, she was usually in good control of her darker side. But she had little to no control as of now.
Andria opened her eyes in time to see the red triquetra, emblazoned on the dark leather cover of the Book of Shadows, eminate a yellow glow and shoot away from its spot on the podium. "No," she murmured, slipping around the wooden contraption to retrieve the Book. But as she reached for it, it glowed once more and shot away from her. The Book was known to protect itself. From Evil.
"No," she repeated as she reached one more time. She faltered when it slide away, and fell to her knees. Her slender body shook. When she raised her head, her light brown hues were consumed in a fiery blaze. Then, they were nothing but a deep, endless black void.
Andria's body tingled with power as she pushed herself to her feet. She silently looked about the attic, probing for any signs of an observer. With a final glance at the distant Book of Shadows, the young witch was surrounded in flames. A moment later, there was no trace that Andria Halliwell had been in the empty attic. No sign, except the aged family tome lying abandoned on the wooden floor.
She was in fact, half demon. And of the worst kind. Her father was no other than Belthazor, later known as The Source of All Evil. Since her mother was a Charmed One, she was usually in good control of her darker side. But she had little to no control as of now.
Andria opened her eyes in time to see the red triquetra, emblazoned on the dark leather cover of the Book of Shadows, eminate a yellow glow and shoot away from its spot on the podium. "No," she murmured, slipping around the wooden contraption to retrieve the Book. But as she reached for it, it glowed once more and shot away from her. The Book was known to protect itself. From Evil.
"No," she repeated as she reached one more time. She faltered when it slide away, and fell to her knees. Her slender body shook. When she raised her head, her light brown hues were consumed in a fiery blaze. Then, they were nothing but a deep, endless black void.
Andria's body tingled with power as she pushed herself to her feet. She silently looked about the attic, probing for any signs of an observer. With a final glance at the distant Book of Shadows, the young witch was surrounded in flames. A moment later, there was no trace that Andria Halliwell had been in the empty attic. No sign, except the aged family tome lying abandoned on the wooden floor.
