Even Angels Fall

Prologue

"So this is San Francisco?" I said sitting down on my Auntie Les's couch. It was so different from Boston, but I'm not complaining a change of scenery is much appreciated.

I'm not a bad kid, don't get me wrong. I didn't get my thirteen year old but kicked out of my house, but after my Dad – Steve Montana – was killed things were a bit morbid back home.

I loved my Daddy so much. I mourned in my own way – stopped using my magic. It was just an annoying reminder to why my Dad was killed by those friggin demons in the first place.

I need to give my mom some mourning space. It was kinda tense back home. It was like walking broken glass trying to get through a simple conversation…if I said one thing that hinted at Dad it would turn into a whole screaming match.

She always apologized and we got along most of the time. I decided to opt out and move in with Auntie Les since she just recently got this amazing white house on Prescott Street in San Francisco and moved out of her cramped apartment. It would save Mom the guilt for taking out her built up anger and frustration at those stupid demons out on me.

"Yeah this is it." Auntie Les said with a small shrug and a smile. Then she got a more serious look on her face, "You okay honey, I mean you've went through a lot the past couple of months. I know things have been crazy, but baby they'll get better." She sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug.

"I hope you're right, Auntie." I said and hugged her back, resting my chin on her shoulder.

"Of course, I'm right." She said in a chipper voice. "Isn't that right Sonya," she said to my fluffy gray cat, which meowed.

"See she agrees!" Auntie Les said and giggled.

I reached down and scratched Sonya's ear and she purred contently. "Auntie, you think I could take a walk? Ya, know get a little fresh air, it's like quarter past twelve I slept right through the morning stupid jet lag."

Auntie Les laughed. "Sure babe, just be back for one at the latest. We're going out to lunch, you know how I cook." I shivered. Yeah, her cooking is so not a pretty sight, I foresee tons of take-out.

"Cool, uh some time this week could I pop by and see Uncle Richard? I miss him, he used to come and visit all the time. He and Dad were really close."

"No prob, babe. Go get that fresh air you just wanted so much and remember be back at one okay?"

"Sure Auntie."

I got off the couch and Auntie left the living room and ambled up the stairs. I got to the door and twisted the old worn brass knob and opened it.

And a blur of gray scurried out like lightning. "Sonya!" I yelled. This so was not like her. I ran down the stairs after her and chased after her. Ever since I found her when I was ten she never ran away and she was pretty obedient for a cat. She was always waiting for me when I came in from school purring and snuggled with me when I was feeling really sad.

"Sonya!" I called again as she ran up the stairs of the red house right beside ours. She then managed to get over their fence and I groaned.

"I hope she stays put for a little bit." I said to myself and ran up the stairs of the red house and rang the door and anxiously waited as I heard someone coming to the door.

The door swung open and I saw boy with blond hair and blue eyes. He was really cute and probably my age maybe a year older. "Uh, sorry to bother you but my cat just jumped over the fence into your back yard. Could I go get her please?" I asked with my golden brown eyes pleading.

He smiled. "Sure." He opened the door wider to let me in. "I'll show you to the back."

I followed him. "I'm Wyatt, by the way."

"Emily Montana, but everyone calls me Millie." I said as we reached his backyard and I saw Sonya sitting there contently in all her gray fluffy cuteness like she hadn't done a bad thing in the world.

"Yeah you just sit there now," I groaned and walked toward Sonya and scooped her up in my arms.

"Thanks for letting me come and get Sonya." I thanked Wyatt.

"No problem." He replied with a smirk.

We walked back through the house, "So is Wyatt your whole name or do you have a last name?" I asked with a smirk.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell since you're so curious." He teased me back.

"Oh, I know who you are." I said with a realization. "Try to move away from magic and I get this. Just great." I mumbled to myself.

"You're a witch, too?" Wyatt guessed.

"Not anymore." I said as we made it to the front porch.

"What do you mean not anymore that makes no sense?" He asked with a grin.

"Yeah, well I just wanna be normal, right now. I loved what I could do, but I couldn't help my dad when he needed it. So I figure what's the point if you only lose people you love to have it."

He sat down on his front steps and motioned for me to sit down beside him and I obliged.

"Millie stopping isn't gonna help. Demons are always out there and they are gonna take innocents whether you stop using your magic or not. You could probably make a difference with what you have instead of just sitting out."

I groaned. "Well, are we finished preaching here?" I asked with a smirk.

"Never will be," he quipped.

"Well I'm just gonna be stubborn here. Magic killed my dad, so it can do nothing for me. I quit, I'm not gonna do a thing that would be the Charmed Ones jobs – as you know – not mine. So destiny can shove it, consider me powerless."

"Just keep saying that and maybe that'll happen. Because the way you're talking I'm guessing you got some major fire power that your keeping all to yourself." He poked my side.

"Right on the money, Halliwell," I quipped.

"Always am," he chuckled.

"Aren't we arrogant, Mr. Twice-Blessed?" I shook me head and smirked.

He shrugged, "Nope, just right."

A smile spread across his face as he looked at me and I cocked my head to the side. My pony tail that pulled my long wavy brunette hair away from my face hung over my right shoulder. "What?" I asked with a quirked brow.

"Nothing," he was still smiling.

"Okay, I'll believe that." I said sarcasm dripping from each word.

"Wanna hang out sometime?" He asked.

"Yeah, we're neighbors it was bound to happen at some point."

"Very true." He replied and smiled.

"Baby Doll, come on, we're gonna go out to lunch. Anywhere you want babe." She beckoned from our front steps walking to her black Lexis.

I smiled at Wyatt. "See you around?"

"Better count on it." He said smartly and grinned as I walked down the steps.

I lost family back in Boston, but I gained family when I moved to San Francisco. Blood isn't the only thing that classifies people as family and I grew extremely close to Halliwells and them to me. Piper, Phoebe, and Paige were like the another set of aunts you would think with their daughters they had enough, but I was a welcome addition. Chris was like the little brother I never had and I love him so much. Then there's Wyatt and he's nothing like a brother...what I have with him isn't so platonic as I have for the rest of him family.

I love San Francisco. It has been a very good year - 2018 - it would have been great if it could have stayed good. As time passes people are lost, things change, people grown close then are torn apart, people get corrupted with power, and it would have been nice if I could have known all these things while they were happening because that would have made things way less painful and complicated.