Charmed: The Next Generation

Chapter 1.

Charmed: The Next Generation

Chapter One:

As I sat, staring out of the window, I let out a frustrated sigh. There was honestly nothing worse than spending a sunny Saturday afternoon cooped up in a house with nothing to do but listen to your brother's lecture on about one boring thing after the other.

"Melinda, are you listening?" said Wyatt, my eldest brother, with an angry edge to his voice. I smiled sweetly at him before giving my answer.

"Why of course dear brother; please continue!"

Wyatt scowled at me, not liking the tone of voice I was using with him. As far as he was concerned, he was in charge of the younger generation of the Halliwell family therefore we should all do whatever he said.

"This isn't funny Melinda!" snapped my other brother Chris giving me a disapproving glare. "You need to listen to our latest demon breath otherwise you're not going to know anything."

I sighed before crossing my legs on my chair and giving my brothers an expectant look. "Continue."

Chris snorted and I could have sworn I heard him mutter "She's gonna get herself killed." under his breath. I smirked slightly as Wyatt resumed his lecture on the most recent rampaging demon, thinking about my plans for the next night.

"So Chris, Henry and I are going to orb into the room, and then we'll vanquish them!" concluded Wyatt with a triumphant smile on his face. "Any questions?"

"Yeah I have one," said my cousin P.J raising an arm into the air. "Why is it only the boys attending this vanquish?"

"Yeah!" shrieked her younger sister, Hope, placing two perfectly manicured hands on her hips, "We're just as good as you!"

"Please, we'll handle it so much better than you." Said Henry rising from his seat with a triumphant smirk plastered across his face. I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. He may be my cousin and my best friend, but he could certainly be a douche sometimes.

"Henry, we have exactly the same capability as you. Why exactly will you handle fire ball throwing demons better the any of us?" I said gesturing between me and my cousins, "We could all have gone on this mission, it has no specific needs!"

"You're too young anyway," yawned Chris, "and I'll be damned if I'm letting my baby sister walk into a death trap."

My mouth dropped open at his words.

"TO YOUNG!" I screamed, rising from my seat in anger, "Wyatt was fighting demons before he was even born for god's sakes! I'm fifteen! Not a baby!"

"Prudence Melinda Halliwell there will be no more argument on this matter, understand!" yelled Wyatt in his magnified voice, using my full name showing me how mad he was.

I glared at him but didn't say another word, just nodded my head before marching out of the attic. I didn't want to be in a room with either of them for another minute or I would explode with anger.

"What's wrong honey?" asked my Mom as stomped passed her on the landing.

"Nothing Mom." I said with a sigh before quickly entering my bedroom.

I really hated the way my family babied me; I was perfectly capable of looking after myself, something they didn't seem to realise.

It was mostly because of what we did, which was fighting demons. It was what you would call the family business I guess, as every member of my family, living or dead, would fight demons.

I was just another witch in the long line of Melinda Warren's descendants, but now we had the name Halliwell.

My mom was Piper Halliwell, one of the legendary charmed ones and also the mother of the most powerful creature in existence, my brother, Wyatt. My dad on the other hand was a white lighter, someone who would watch over witches. Because of that fact, my brother's where half white lighter which gave them some abilities that most ordinariy witches didn't have. I, however, did not have any such power. My dad was turned human before they had me, meaning I turned out an ordinary witch. Or so my family thought.