[8]
Walking through HomeCo, with angle iron, wood, a new tig welder, some tools that I don't have at the house wood stain, see saws, and various other things like what is needed to fix the chandelier and secure it to the ceiling better so it shouldn't fall and…almost kill Pru…and a tool belt.
I smirk at the tool belt I add to my supplies, 'I may hate Leo but I know the effect a tool belt and a tight pair of jeans has on all three of the sisters…thanks to him, but they ain't ready for my abs to be on display too.' my smirk grows slightly.
Checking out the windows section I find the right window one for the window that got taken out by either Jeremy or a demon.
And looking over the locks I find a few heavy duty ones, "Kinda, wanna put bars on their windows but I feel like that might backfire on them." I hum softly and nearly jump as a white lighter orbs just to the right of me.
"Fucking hell man, do the tinkling thing you're supposed to do."
"Is that anyway to talk to your white lighter?" Annabelle asks me with a teasing smirk on her face making me roll my eyes at her.
"I don't even know why I have a white lighter. I'm not a witch!" I grumble making the annoying blonde who looks like an in her early twenties Alexandra Daddarrio, giggle.
"Oh come on, that woman's binding spell has finally worn off. Are you telling me you haven't started experiencing any new abilities…or that you still think your healing abilities come from your demon heritage?"
I am about to deny Annabelle when my swaying Chef Moore comes to mind along with the warmth I felt flooding into me when I was at Frankie's…around the same time the girls awakened their power of three.
Annabelle scoffs, "Yep, knew it."
"I'm a demon, I can't be a witch…or a warlock…" I argue anyways as the fact Grams bound at least some of my powers like she did the girls hits me with a sense of betrayal kinda hard…
"Hmm,hmm and you know this, how? You're an immortal incubus that has been around since a year after the fall? No I didn't think so…you see this world of ours is constantly giving birth to new and impossible things everyday, besides your witch blood far outweighs your demon blood…the demon blood just enhances you." Annabelle tells me, making me scoff softly.
"Look, I'm not here to argue with you, the heavens know how stubborn you are…what I am here to do is give you a warning the elders have reassigned Leo to be the Charmed Ones White lighter…" I hear a rumbling growl near me and jolt slightly in surprise as I realize the sound is coming from me.
Annabelle absolutely loses it and turns into a giggling mess.
"Aww, is the wittle quarter winkubus wangry?!" Annabelle asks me using baby speak, making me grab the admittedly gorgeous white lighter woman and press her against the metal shelving, my hands on her hips, but I slowly start sliding them up and down the sides of her body eliciting a moan of surprise from her.
"Aww, is the wittle White Lighter horny?" I tease right back as I lean in and brush my lips along her soft, fair skinned neck.
"St-stop, White Lighters and their charges can't do this!" Annabelle gasps even though her hands trail along my back and slide underneath my shirt.
'Leo doesn't mind when he breaks the rules.' I argue in my mind as I remember the guy half heartedly avoiding Piper after some time of them sleeping together happens after he used a similar excuse, as to why he and Piper couldn't be together, only to switch up on her again and say I don't want to live without you, only to betray and leave her again... honestly Leo was the worst character even worse than Cole, and he tried to Demonize Phoebe and fake a pregnancy.
'Even if it's obvious she wants it bad, I'm not some rapist and the idea of looking for some outside of the girls when everything is so fresh and raw between the three of us is a bad descision.' I internally express while rolling olling my eyes I let go of Annabelle who is a blushing mess as she stares at me, her face going through a series of complicated expressions before settling on her usual teasing smirk.
"Bad bad puppy you can't just go around humping whoever you like, like that." Annabelle tries her best to sound scolding as she boops me on the nose.
"Says the woman who has a damp spot at her crotch in her very white almost see through robes." I tease and elicit a squeak of surprise from Annabelle who looks down, only to find her robes perfectly dry just a little ruffled and displaced.
"You know appearing in a store like this... isn't keeping with the spirit of keeping the people out of the know, out of the know." I say in a gentle tone which makes Annabelle's eyes widen comically.
"Crap, okay there's another reason I'm here…you know about the Slayer…well there's been a bit of a development…after preventing the apocalypse…by killing her boyfriend or ex-boyfriend, I don't know which it seems overly dramatic even to me, anyways she ran away here and is currently at this diner." My eyes widen at what Annabelle is telling me as she presses her index and middle fingers against my right temple and beams me a mental picture of the diner where Buffy is working and Buffy herself.
'Fuck me, this world just reached a whole new level of danger!' I shout in my head and I feel like crying.
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Because, part demon or not you're really good at being there for people when they need someone and unless someone is there for Buffy…the prospects for the possible future diminish greatly." Annabelle informs me her hand sliding down to my cheek, her thumb making soft circles.
"Be there for her like you were for me…when I first became a White Lighter, please Jax…she needs someone to care about her and reassure her that she's not a freak of nature or a monster." Annabelle pleads and I'm reminded of a young woman who had just died and became a White lighter who was sobbing while sitting on a swing set at one am in the morning when I was eleven.
"Thank you Jax, also start practicing your abilities again…and see if maybe you and the charmed ones have a synergy…oops, the elders are ringing, guess I said too much." Annabelle thanks me honestly before gaining a mischievous look in her eyes, when she mentions the elders ringing I notice a flash of worry cross her expression before she orbs away.
"Shit man, I really don't appreciate whoever made this world a cross over and felt like dumping Buffy's craps onto my plate, granted it's probably an alternate version of myself who is hiding behind a keyboard on a phone, mark my words alternate me when I gain enough power I'm going to find a way to your world and yeet you off into a new one and if I'm feeling generous I might just give you some powers." I grumble while staring up at the bare metal ceiling and for a second I almost see a ghostly image of my old self gulping, while his eyes widen with fear and worry, as he looks up from the key board on his phone.
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Author, ME!
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"Uhh, those words just typed themselves... didn't they...fuck, fuck fuck I'm so fucked, I wonder if I drop this story here that the world will come to a halt and I'll never have to worry about a super powerful quarter incubus kicking my ass off to DC or somewhere just as horrible.
Staring at the delete option for the file, I find myself unable to press the button, 'Fuck... I can't bring myself to drop the story just yet with a promise like that one, it's my heart's deepest desire after all...'