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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 6, 2007 11:27:31 GMT -5
He walked downstairs, sword in hand, ready for anything that was to come his way, when suddenly a fireball wized past him, "Oh shit!", he shouted, immediately following his two words, a woman appeared out of thin-air, and then it began, they were both sword fighting like their lives depended on it, "I knew you'd come after me!", Blake said to her, then lunged forwards with his blade, only to have her duck under it, and come up, clashing even more with his, "You, and your entire gang, can go to hell Vira!", he shouted, then kicked her in the stomach, and threw a fireball at her, blasting her through one of the walls, charging through it, he went after her, knowing she was still alive
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Post by Piper Halliwell on Nov 7, 2007 17:37:27 GMT -5
Piper watched in irritation as Blake continued down the stairs as if she hadn't even spoke. Annoyed, she turned and started back towards the attic. A resounding crash erupted from the lower level. Her heart jumped into her throat and without a second thought, she barreled down the stairs. She jumped the last three and skidded across the foyer into the living room.
It was a scene right outta Van Helsing. Some crazy chick was attacking Blake with a sword, who was quick to return the action. There was - to no surprise- a gaping hole in the wall. The pair were throwing each other around like rag dolls. Before even more damage was inflicted on her home, she flicked her wrists. Everything that was in motion stopped, except for herself and Blake.
"What the HELL are you DOING?!" she demanded, walking towards him. She stepped over furniture and debris, pushing the repair costs from her mind.
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 8, 2007 11:18:52 GMT -5
He looked at her, and smiled, "Well...I wasnt lieing when I said someone was in the house", he said, then looked around, realizing what she meant, "Oh....that", he said, then sighed, "Dont worry, I'll pay for the damages,...somehow", he said, then turned his attention back to Vira, "Holy shit, shes gone!?".
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Post by Vira on Nov 8, 2007 11:40:34 GMT -5
She was now behind them, waiting for her chance to attack, ", Shes gone!?", she heard blake shouted, then it was time, she whipped out her sword, it was now of never, she lunged forward, and impaled him in the chest, blood spraying everywhere, "Finaly, I got him!!!", she screamed in enjoyment, the sight of blood, always seemed to get her aroused, with her job complete, she had no reason to stay anylonger, and vanished into thin air.
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Post by Piper Halliwell on Nov 9, 2007 2:05:40 GMT -5
There was a sudden spattering of blood as a blade was impaled into Blake's chest. She knew a sneak attack was coming. She'd dealt with hundreds of bounty hunters in her day, no thanks to Cole. But she had had only a half second to react. And it was too late. She lurched forward to catch him.
"Blake?!"
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 9, 2007 11:19:48 GMT -5
He fell backwards, slamming into the wall, blood was already trailing a foot away from his body, he had always wondered what it was like to be dieing, but now he wished he hadnt, "Please...dont let me die", he thought, then his vision went blurry, as he blacked out.
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Post by Piper Halliwell on Nov 9, 2007 12:36:23 GMT -5
Piper sat back against the wall and pulled Blake back into her lap. Tears streaked her face as she attempted to stop the bleeding. She gently rocked back and forth, her slender form shaking from shock.
"Blake...please dont do this...dont leave me," she choked out. Piper pulled him further back, so that he was sitting up against the wall. She wiped her eyes and moved around so that she was sitting next to him. A tattered blanket sat nearby. She snatched up the wadded cloth and pressed it against his wound, putting all her strength into it.
"You cant die on me," she whispered. But the bleeding wasnt stopping. Piper ran her free hand through her hair as she contemplated what to do next. She needed help. She refused to let him go again. She stood to up, brushing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm going to get you help, hang in there," she said, exiting through the foyer entrance.
A half second later, she was at his side again. Slender hands slithered around his neck and drew him towards her. She kissed him as if it were the last time she ever would. Honey eyes closed as she rested her forehead against his own. "I promise, I'll be right back. You'd better still be here," she whispered before rising and leaving once more.
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Post by Alex Matthews on Nov 9, 2007 12:52:18 GMT -5
The young blonde witch had appeared in the Conservatory in a swirl of lights. She turned, and through the doorway, spied the living room. It was a complete disaster. Which only meant one thing. A Demonic attack. She hurried forward and stopped, taking in the scene. Over turned furniture, a giant hole in the wall. Aunt Piper was going to freak, if she hadnt seen it already. Then, her hazel eyes found something else.
A man was propped up against the far wall, a bloodied cloth wadded over what she assumed was a wound. She made a move towards him instinctively, but stopped. Was he friend, foe, or Innocent? She decided he was at lease not an enemy, cause he'd most likely be dead if he were.
"Who're you?" she asked, walking towards him. She reached him a few moments later. Her Whitelighter senses couldnt detect any Evil necessarily. In fact, she couldnt get an exact read on him. She brushed a blonde tendril away from her face as she pulled the tattered blanket back. A fairly large wound, which appeared to be from some sort of blade, was bleeding profusely. It had to have been a bounty hunter. Demons usually used fireballs or energyballs, not a sword.
"It's going to be alright. I can help you, whoever you are," she said softly. Suddenly, things for mid-air crashed to the floor, causing her to jump slightly. She hadnt even noticed it before. Things had been frozen. Her Aunt, or her cousin, had already been here. So why had they left this man to die?
Using the blanket, she wiped away as much blood as she could, then discarded the soiled fabric. Alex squared her shoulders and placed both hands over his wound. A faint glow emanated from her palms, her body warm as her Whitelighter powers flowed through her. After a long moment, the wound began to close, the blood disappearing as if it hadnt even been here.
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 13, 2007 7:53:18 GMT -5
Air filled into his lungs, bringing him back to reality, he looked around, his vision blurry at first, not realizing where he was, he grabbed the person by the throat, "Where.........am I!?". He sighed, then released his grip, realizing he was still in the manor, "Where....Wheres Piper!?", he said, sitting up slowly, his chest throbbing with pain, "AH shit!", he shouted, then laid back against the wall.
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Post by Alex Matthews on Nov 14, 2007 12:04:27 GMT -5
Alex rubbed her sore neck lightly, watching the man before her. She forgave him for his little grab on her. She was, by nature, a caring and forgiving person.
"Where...where's Piper!?"
Ah ha. So he did know her aunt. Alex brushed a long blonde tendril from her face. "I'm not sure, actually," she said softly.
"AH shit!"
The young witch winced, both at his pain and his vulgar words. Such things werent ever heard around the Manor.
"Shhh, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay," she soothed. While being half Whitelighter gave her the power to heal, her strength behind it was weak. She needed a real Whitelighter, or maybe her mother or Wyatt. She couldnt completely heal him on her own. He claimed to know her Aunt Piper. How so? She needed to speak with her.
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 15, 2007 11:29:00 GMT -5
He looked back at her, then weakly smiled, "Hey....uh", he said, not even knowing who she was, but then decided not to say anything about it. "Thanks for healing me, so to speak", he added, then pulled a bottle from his pocket, yanking the lid off, he poured some of it down his throat, "Damn, that stuff is nasty,....", he eyes widened as his body began to emmit a large amont of steam, "AH SHIT!!", his body began to submerge itslef in pain.
After about forty seconds, he returned back to normal, his body was now fully healed, "Well....that was awkward", he said, then stood up, brushing himself off. He looked Alex up, and down, "Whose kid are you suppose to be?", he asked, then started laughing, "You must be one of paige's kids", he said, then put out his hand for her to shake, "The names Blake....Blake Henderson".
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Post by Alex Matthews on Nov 15, 2007 12:19:47 GMT -5
"Whose kid are you suppose to be?"
Alex opened her mouth to speak, but he had beaten her to the punch.
"You must be one of Paige's kids,"
This startled her. "How...how did you know who's child I was?" she inquired, taking his now extended hand to shake it.
"The names Blake...Blake Henderson,"
"I'm Alex," she replied. She kept her unblinking gaze on him, still confused as to what he was, how he knew her Aunt Piper, and how he knew who she was.
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 16, 2007 7:56:47 GMT -5
He smiled, then looked around, "Well, you could say i've had some unwanted trips into the future", he said, then looked around once more, "Where's my sword at?", he muttered under his breath. Holding out his hand, "Hellraiser!", he shouted, then his sword appeared in his hand, surrounded by dark red flames, "Now, lets see.....", he closed his eyes, trying to focus, "Is she still in the house?", he asked himself.
Beings that he couldnt sense her, he knew she was gone, "Well, thats a relief", he said, then looked back at Alex, "Well Alex, lets go find Piper". Still trying to focus, he sensed around for Piper's sprit aura, "Uh oh......we have a serious problem", he opened his eyes, and looked at Alex, "I hope your a skilled fighter", he said, then turned around, facing the door. Out of nowheres, it was blasted inward, and millions of demons started flooding into, and around the manor, "This just gets better, and better!", he shouted, then took his fighters stance.
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Post by Wyatt Halliwell on Nov 16, 2007 11:04:36 GMT -5
"DEMONS, PURGATORY!"
Suddenly, all the demons were engulfed in lights and disappeared. In the far corner, towards the entrance way into the dining room, stood the six foot three blonde witch. Muscular arms were extended outwards, his blue gaze, very similar to that of Anna, was fixed on the man and his younger cousin.
Wyatt stepped forward, slowly lowering his arms, though they remained tense. He was the first of the next generation of Halliwell witches, born on a holy day. His power was greater than that of his cousins and siblings, only because he was older, and the first child born of Charmed - Whitelighter power. His eyes fell to the man wielding the sword, dangerously close to Alex.
"You there. Who're you?" he demanded in a firm tone. He gestured for Alex to come to him and she quickly obliged.
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Post by Blake Henderson on Nov 16, 2007 11:19:07 GMT -5
He looked at him sternly, then cracked a smile, "Dont worry, im not gonna hurt anyone", he said, then sheathed his sword , and leaned against the wall. "But if you must know......im one of your moms friends", he told Wyatt, then looked around. "Speaking of her, where the fuck did she get off to?".
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