Job Hunting (Prue)

[Connor Chase]

New city, new job. Well, not exactly a new city in Connor's case. He had been to San Fracisco several times in the past century, but it had been a first for him, in this century. A lot had changed since then, as with every city that he came to. He had been discharged from the Army again, the second time in his lifetime for a dishonorable discharge. The reason was basically the same. He had a disagreement with his superior, and knocked him out. Disorderly conduct. What a bitch to have on one's record, but in a couple of decades, it wouldn't matter. He would just simply recreate a new persona to fall under, and if he wanted to, he would re-elist. In his own opinion, this generation's military was soft on soldiers. Too many of them complaining, and not enough orders to be given. The orders that were given were far beyond ridiculous. But he was a good soldier, at least he was in his own mind, and there were plenty of militaries in the world that would have taken him.

But honestly, it was high time to leave the military scene behind him for now, and go a new route. So, when Connor got off the plane, it was no surprise that the very person to meet him was none other than Cerberus, himself. The Alpha always had a sort of dominance that Connor could respect. All Alpha's did, but if he was going to work with an Alpha, it would have been Cerberus. All of the others tended to have too much of a superiority complex for his taste. Cerberus was as quaint as usual though. He was always the distant type, and quiet for the most part. Never said anything, unless something needed to be said, and at the right occasion.

Connor walked with Cerberus, while the Alpha explained much of the current situation concerning a rise in both magical activity of the most benevolent and malevolent of kinds. Connor listened, and took in the knowledge. For a while, he had been, in fact, planning a long-time stay within San Fran, but he never knew why the sudden urge. It was a mystery to him, but with Cerberus' beckoning, he came right away. There was a silence between the two after the conversation was done, but Cerberus also intended something else for Connor, and after about a half hour, they arrived at a club, called P3. Handing Connor a piece of the paper, it explained that the club was hiring for a security manager, and given that Connor had particular skills in that venture, given his lycanthropic abilities, it all became clear.

Before Connor could ask more, he looked up and noticed that Cerberus was gone. Vanished into thin air, as usual. It was perhaps his most annoying trait, but Cerberus only appeared to tell people what they needed to know before vanishing. So, the only thing left to do, was for Connor to go in and apply.

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

Oh dear god, it was one of those days. The worst thing that could be happening right now was if it was pouring out like crazy from the heavens. Prue hated interviews days. And of course Wyatt was too busy doing something completely different and out of context - of course magic related - to be able to attend what he had scheduled in the first place! Prue's alarm on her phone went off and she just telekinetically threw it against her bedroom wall when she opened her eyes and frowned at it. The phone broke into pieces. Sighing, Prue sat up on her bed with her messy hair and sleepy eyes and looked at her broken phone. Rolling her eyes she got out of bed. "Oh great. There goes another phone." Prue really needed to get a hold of her powers in the morning. But oh well, accidents happen.

She got dressed and walked downstairs into the living room. No one was home. Prue shrugged it off, took Wyatt's keys to drive first into the city to get a new phone and then she had to head on to P3.

After a couple of hours Prue finally had her new phone and was unlocking P3's entrance. Well, she could have used magic to fix her phone since magic basically destroyed it. But let's face it, her spells would most probably backfire at some point and her phone would turn against her sooner or later and maybe even try to kill her. She thought it was easier and safer just to fix it the human way for this time. Plus, she could need a new phone anyway.

Prue walked in P3 and turned on the lights. She started to prepare the place for the incoming applicants for the Security Manager position. Prue could only imagine what would go through the applicants' heads when they saw that a single young woman was conducting the interviews. Prue hated doing interviews, they could be fun but also very tiring. There comes a point in interviews when the patience just runs out.

Soon after Prue was ready to receive the applicants for the interview, the first one was right on time. He was a cocky guy and way too sure of himself. Not to mention he hit on Prue, which made it all worse and Prue kicked him out before the interview was due. She liked the second one better, although she was still not feeling it. After she shook his hand goodbye and told him they would let him know, the second applicant left. People would say third time's a charm, but not this time. Prue really had to struggle not to roll her eyes. When the interviews were over, she sighed in relieve. There had been some very good applicants, but not an excellent one. But nonetheless, Prue decided to call it a day. She did not really like anyone, and if Wyatt had complaints about it then he should have come himself.

Prue turned off the lights and walked up the stairs to leave P3. She opened the door and then closed it behind her. She locked the door and turned around to walk away. But there was a guy standing, reading a paper. Prue recognized P3's symbol in the upper right corner. "Um, excuse me, are you here for the Security Manager position? The interviews just finished... She explained. But being the person she was, she would probably still take time after this interview torture to interview this last applicant.

[Connor Chase]

Connor looked at the night club for a moment. Not exactly the largest night club, but he had seen smaller clubs in Europe with a lot of flare, and some in Mexico as well, that were very lively. Maybe San Fran would have improved some since prohibition. He was about to walk up to the door of the club when a young woman opened up and looked at him. Connor gave her a look before he finally realized that she was a witch. They smelled like humans, but only to an extent. Connor looked at her slightly with a tilted head, but then chuckled softly as she said that the interviews were over. "I see why Cerberus recommended me to you," he said in a thick, Irish accent, "but come on, I'm sure I won't dissapoint. From the look on your face, I can assume that the interviews so far didn't do well."

He crossed his arms and gave a cocky smile. This one smelled like a witch, but there was something about her that was different about other witches. Her scent smelled of power. If magic was a perfume, then she was a perfume store. He held out his hand to shake her own, and then cleared his voice. "My name is Connor. Connor Chase. You must be..." He looked at the paper at the name of the person to see, and then raised an eyebrow. "...Wyatt? Well, I'm not one to judge, Wyatt, but I guess your parents were expecting a boy? I thought you witches were good at foresight?"

Probably not the best first impression, but if Connor did not get this job, Cerberus would probably introduce him to another interviewer down the road. But the worst case scenario, she might mistake him for a demon, and try to use magic on him. "Don't worry, I'm not a demon, or a warlock," He decided to reassure her of that before worrying her, "I'm a werewolf." He looked at her for a moment to see what her reaction would be and after about a moment of silence, he shrugged and asked, "So...how about that interview?"

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

It kind of creeped Prue out that the guy was only looking at her and not reacting. It was like he was studying her. But studying her for what? A thousand answers could be given to this question, but in Prue's mind only one was valid: he was studying how to attack her best. Prue kept her pokerface on and then he eventually started talking. As he went on about a Cerberus Prue just gave him a what the hell are you talking about? look. And who on Earth was this Cerberus guy?

"Ok, slow down there Ranger, who is Cerberus?" She did not know any Cerberus, much less one that could have recommended P3. Did some kind of time wrap happen where Prue was in the future but with her past memory? At this time everything was possible. Prue had seen the most unbelievable things to believe anything right now. "Um no, the interviews did not go as I expected." She confessed.

It still startled Prue how this guy kept looking at her. And now he was giving her the typical arms crossed cocky smile. Eventually he introduced himself as Connor Chase and gave Prue his hand to shake. Prue snickered as he called her Wyatt and then made that remark about her parents expecting a boy. If he only knew... But then he made a remark about her being a witch and that's where Prue's inner alarm went off. Before she could do anything though, Connor had told her that he was a werewolf. Prue hesitated to shake his hand but this was the only way to make sure what his true intentions were. Prue had never met any werewolves before. She had no clue if they also were on a Kill all the Halliwells killer trip.

As soon as she shook Connor's hand Prue was hit by a premonition. She took a sharp breath as it happened. She saw Connor and some other guy meet at the airport and later on walking down the street to P3. Something was telling her though that it was ok and Connor would not harm her. She then looked at Connor after the premonition and let go of his hand. Damn this was a powerful premonition. They usually did not drain this much energy from Prue.

"For an old creature you sure do not know much about witches." Prue started. "Not everyone can see into the Future. I am able to only because it's an inherited family power. It's been in the family for like forever." Preu shrugged casually. "And actually yes, my parents were expecting a girl because well, that's how it worked in the family. All girls with P-names. But then Wyatt was born instead." And with this Prue felt that she had given Connor the beginning of a Warren line crash course. And talking about Wyatt, where was that lazy son of a witch?!

"And the interview, yes follow me. But you owe me some answers too buddy." Prue made sure that she could handle herself. She had no idea who she was up against, but she would not back off if he attacked her. She was not defenseless, and she made sure it showed. She unlocked the door and walked down. She turned the lights back on and then turned to Connor. "So, tell me: who is this Cerberus and why did he take you here?" She asked, crossing her arms before her chest.

[Connor Chase]

Huh, so she didn't know Cerberus. No real surprise there, with how secretive Cerberus is, so it really did not affect Connor all too much when she asked who Cerberus was. "Cerberus is my Alpha." Connor explained simply, though he might have to explain more later. The lifestyle of most werewolves are a mystery to the world of magic, and it is what kept most werewolves alive for thousands of years. But as she confirmed Connor's suspicion, he did not have a smug smile of being right, or anything. He was sure of it from the scent of frustration coming off of her. Emotions were a powerful scent that could be picked up easily. A werewolf's scent was great at picking them up and detecting them.

"Well, considering that, what is just one more potentially god awful interview?" He asked in a cocky voice.

As she shook his hand, that foresight thingy happened for her, and for a moment, Connor thought that he was going to have to catch her from falling. Relax with the age thing," he replied, "I'm only 329 years old." For Connor, that was young, especially in comparison to Cerberus, who Connor knew was thousands of years old. However, she did have a point about not knowing much about witches. He knew the basics, they could scry, cast spells, and brewed potions, but he did not know much more about them, or their traditions. What could he possibly have in common with one? Or why would he want to associate with them? They casted spells, and sometimes they did them wrong, and they turn people into frogs. That was what happened long ago with one of Connor's friends, Darren. He tried to have a witch cast a good looks spell on him, and it backfired. The last time Connor saw Darren was on a lillypad. Luckily, someone kissed him and that was how the story of the frog prince originated...granted, he exagerated on the prince part.

"P3...nice." He said, remarking on the P tradition with her family, and where P3 came from. Connor quietly followed her inside, and looked around the interior of the club. He shrugged a bit, having seen better, but this one had a homely feel to it. As the lights came on, he could see better than ever, and noticed a lot of the homeliness of the club more. Now, it reminded him of some Irish clubs that he had been to in Dublin. "He is my Alpha, like I said," Connor explained, "and the oldest werewolf in this time zone...maybe even the world. I just know the basics about him. He's an Alpha werewolf of my kind, which are consist of 24 of the most powerful werewolves. But, if he knows that you're a witch, then he probably knows more about you and your family than you think. Why he wanted me to get a job here, I couldn't tell you. Maybe he thought I would feel more at home if I was to work for people that were equally supernatural, but I know that Cerberus has his own reasons."

Connor looked around the area, and noticed a silver knife at the bar, and smiled. Slowly, he walked towards the table. "I know werewolves are often depicted as bloodthirsty monsters, and I won't lie that there are a good number of my kind that are evil, but I'm not. A wolf inside us all is not evil, unless the person, who is bitten by the werewolf is evil. You can trust me." Connor took a piece of cloth from behind the table and wrapped it around his hand before picking up the silver knife, and pressed the flat end of the blade against the back of his left hand. Connor winced for a second, as his skin made a hissing noise like the sound of a red hot piece of metal touching it, but the silver blade was cold as ice. "Werewolves are allergic to silver, just like the folklore says, and monkshood makes us vulnerable to harm too." Removing the flat end of the silver from his hand, there was an ugly burn on his palm, that would have normally heal in seconds, but with it being made by silver, Connor knew it would be a day or two before it fully healed. "Trust me Prue, I'm just another minority figure looking for a job."

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

329 years old? And then he said only? Yes of course, that is oh so young. But then again, Prue had no idea about the werewolf rules or what was considered normal for them. She had never met one, so who could blame her? Prue listened carefully as Connor answered her question. It was no surprise to her to learn that Cerberus probably knows more about her and her family than she thinks. He would not be the first and certainly not the last either. "Well, I'm not surprised if he knows about me and my brothers. Or well, even my cousins. But please don't be offended when I tell you that I am not familiar with werewolves. I am a little with vampires, but not much either." Prue confessed. And what she knew about vampires was what was told her from her aunt Paige when she talked about having been turned into one once.

Prue watched as Connor walked over to the bar and noticed a silver knife. She was confused as to what he was doing next but it soon was clear to her. She watched the werewolf with the silver knife in his hand. And why would he injure himself on purpose? This question instantly got an answer in Prue's mind. Of course he was trying to tell her that he was a friend and not an enemy. He was basically showing her how to keep him off of her. And to be honest, with the amount of silver knives lying around and Prue's telekinetic power now she felt a little bit safer shall a werewolf ever attack her at P3.

"Well, I have to ask. What makes you qualified for the job?" Of course the answer was obvious. But Prue could not give Connor the job only because he was a werewolf and probably the best Security Manager they would ever have. She needed to make sure that he was humanly qualified too. He could be the strongest man around, but if he lacked some human sense then it was still a no for Prue. "And how is your patience? And how good are you controlling your strength with humans? You do realize we have mainly humans here and they don't know about us or you." Before she could explain why she was making all those questions, she waited for Connor's reply.

[Connor Chase]

"We're a secretive sort of people," he explained, "constantly, we are hunted by others out there, who have had losses to our kind. Like I also said, there are those few bad apples that have put us in a negative spotlight, but in reality, the majority of us, are actually honest people." He knew there would be more questions about him, and his wolf side, which he had no problem answering. It was true, that witches and werewolves do not communicate much, but that was just for personal reasons. It did not bother him a bit to answer a few of her answers any question about his lycanthropic side.

Connor took a paper cloth from the top of the table, wrapping it around his hand tight, and thought about adding some alcohol to it later. They were close to the bar after all, and while it wouldn't get infected, he always thought the searing pain brought on by alcohol, followed by the soothing cooling effect was always most pleasant. Plus, it did help with the healing process. He looked at the silver knife and back to Prue. "If I get hired, I will clean this." he said. Connor was not sure that a person can get infected with lycanthropy through a silver utensil used to cut fruits, or foods with, but he was not going to explain this one to Cerberus. But all of that went out of mind when she cut to the chase, and asked about why he was qualified for the job.

To which case, he looked over towards a lone table from the other end of the room and ran his finger across a small, white substance on it. It looked like baby powder, but it was far from it. "Cocaine," He explained, "there are other areas of the club where I can smell it, but someone has just recently began peddling drugs into this place. Displaying his powerful senses was one way to show his abilities for the job. But as for his strength, he cracked a small, wolfish grin. "I'm not superhumanly strong in my human form. I mean, I am still physically very powerful in my human form, but I do not get stronger, until I shift into my wolf form. Speaking of my wolf form, you have no worries about me changing and attacking people when the moon is full. That only happens after the first year of being a werewolf. After about a year, we evolve into a stronger, more powerful form, where we control the change and retain most of our personality as a wolf. But even if I did change under the full moon, like most Phase I wolves...that is what we call newborn wolves...like I said, your inner wolf is only as evil as you are, so if you do not kill as a human, then you won't as a werewolf...there are exceptions, but I will explain more about that later. But I can control myself in a crowded enviornment. It is actually part of being a werewolf. Because we're hunted so passionately, we have to blend in with humans, and learn control over our primal nature." He silently waited for her response.

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

Prue listened carefully to Connor as he explained about his kind. It was interesting. Prue had read some things about Werewolves, but to be honest she was never really a werewolf lover. Not even a Vampire one. She was a Witch person per say. Not that she thought witches were the main power in the magical community or better than others. But before she adventured herself into other species she would like to get to know her own roots better. And boy was there a lot to learn still! When Connor touched the subject about his kind constantly being hunted, she could relate, obviously. "Oh, I hear you there. It's worse than being stalked by paparazzis." Prue rolled her eyes. But then she noticed that she might have interrupted Connor. "Um sorry, go on."

She watched him as he seemed to want to show her rather than tell her first why he was adequate for this job. He ran his finger over a table and then said the word Cocaine. Not that Prue was happy about it, but she was not entirely surprised either. It would only be a matter of time until people started to traffic drugs in P3. And with the back alley right there on the other side, it was the perfect place for that. Well, this definitely was a big plus in having hiring a werewolf. But when he started talking about Phase One abilities that's when it for tricky for Prue. Now she really had to stop him before he went on and on about werewolf stuff she did not understand. "Ok, I have to stop you right there. Do you come with a manual or something? I have no idea what you mean with Phase One. Guess I'll have to run to Magic School and look for some books."

Then she noticed Connor's wound that took its time to heal. "I thought you were like vampires and had that regeneration thing going on." She pointed out. "Want something for that?"

[Connor Chase]

Connor couldn't help but chuckled at her comment about paparazzi. Regardless of how isolate werewolves typically were of the affairs of witches and demons, they too had their own problems with revealing their existence to mortals. Even if werewolves were to be accepted fully in the beginning, it would not be too long after one of his kind gets into an altercation with a mortal, and they deem him and the rest of werewolf kind a monster, and that is just subtle thinking on Connor's part. In reality, he knew what would come from it. Riots, murders on both sides, bloodshed and chaos. It was be just what the bad bloods would want. Disorder, chaos, and complete anarchy. "We werewolves share the same, common enemy. One photograph of us is a make or break for our kind, but luckily, the mortals have become more or less disbelieving in our kind when they began showing up on movies, television...books, particularly those cheesy romance novels." But as he went back to the original subject, Connor began to explain to her other things about werewolves, like how a werewolf is not truly a killer in their wolf forms, even when they lose all rational thought. The wolf in them was just as good as the person is. In short, a person with a pure heart would become essentially, a pure hearted wolf when they transformed. Whereas a human with wickedness in their heart can harbor an evil wolf spirit. There were exceptions, such as the consumption of human blood. IIt didn't take a drop, but it did take a decent sized amount to make a werewolf addicted to human flesh.


Connor then went on to explain how addiction to human blood worked and how a werewolf could lose their minds over the bloodlust. It was as powerful as the pull of the full moon on young werewolves, in which he promised to explain later. But as she asked if he needed anything for the hand, he walked over to the bar and looked for the least expensive, least full bottle of the highest alcohol content drink that the had and opened it up. "If you hire me, you can take this out of my paycheck, but to answer your question: yes, werewolves have amazing regenerative factors. If that wasn't a silver blade, this would would heal in seconds, but as you can see, some myths about us are true. We are extremely allergic to silver, and it can halt our healing process momentarily. Normally for about a few hours to a couple of days, and it burns us with a heat hotter than a roaring wild fire ever could. But this should be fine though. The alcohol will help destroy the infection and help me heal slightly faster. It would only kill me though, if it penetrates either one of my two hearts, or my brain." That was when he sighed and looked over to Prue.

"Okay, so about Phase I werewolves," He began as he took in a mid-deep breath, "essentially, that is the first phase that all werewolves begin in upon being bitten. You're completely vulnerable to the change when a full moon is out, and when you do change, it is by far the most painful thing you can endure. Once you're fully transformed, you become the wolf all the way through...I would guess that it would be a wolf about the size of a large lion, or maybe a sabre tooth tiger. Either way, that is what you become, a large wolf with no trace of your personality, but as I said, if you're not evil, neither is the wolf, but it can get highly irritated with humans if provoked. However, they generally leave them alive, just with some scratches, or bruises. Rarely any bites. But after about a year, you begin to develop a second heart, and begin the process of becoming a phase II werewolf. That's more along the likes of changing at will, retaining most of your personality, and taking a bipedal form, which is roughly tall and built. You also develop a higher tolerance for silver. And then...there are Alphas, but even I can't tell you much about those lot. They're the most advanced of all werewolves, and like I said, immensely powerful, and definitely not the kind of people I'd want to see transformed."

Connor opened a bottle of whiskey, and put his hand over the sink and poured it on the wound. He grunted slightly in irritation, and his eyes turned a wolfish yellow for a moment before reverting back into their original human form. "Anything else boss? Am I P3 material?"

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

Prue knew exactly what kind of cheesy romance werewolf novels Connor was talking about. A few years ago Prue made an attempt to read the books and even watch some movies based on those novels but to no avail. She fell asleep during the movies and then simply figured that if she could not keep herself awake then they were not worth watching. Even the books did not trigger her imagination at all. Truth be told, she was always more a spell book reader anyway.

But now was not the time to think about the cheesy romances she would never watch. She really needed to pay attention to Connor since he was taking his time to explain about his kind to her. It was interesting what Connor was telling her. Maybe she should hang with him more often. Not that she was romantically attracted to him, but her curiosity surely was. Everything that was new to Prue, magic wise, sparkled her curiosity. And since she now had the chance to experience it first hand then why not take the chance? It was way more interesting than reading about it books. "Wow, you have two hearts? Where?" Her curiosity was faster this time. She did not realize that her question might put Connor in a difficult position if he answered to her. "I'm not asking to vanquish you. I'm asking out of curiosity and to save me time from looking into books." She confessed, wanting to make sure that Connor did not miss-interpret her.

It really looked like Connor could handle himself around humans. Prue's main concern was really if he broke someone's arm by barely touching it. That would raise questions and lawsuits no one could really answer to. And P3's reputation was also on the line then. But apparently he knew what he was doing and signing up for. And even if he lost it once or twice, magic would have to help out. As Prue saw it, it was not personal gain since they would be looking out for werewolves too and protecting magic from being discovered by humans.

"Yes, you are P3 material." She answered his question. "You're hired," Prue stretched out her hand to Connor. "Welcome to P3." She waited for Connor to shake her hand to close the deal. "There's another thing though: when can I meet this Cerberus?"

[Connor Chase]

Connor looked down at his chest, pointing towards one of his hearts, and then pointed just below his heart, towards his right rib. "Don't worry," he said, "if I thought you were going to vanquish me, I wouldn't have blatently told and showed you my weakness." Besides, he decided he would at least keep out exactly how good his vision was. If she was lying, he would have known. But he knew that she was being honest.

But Connor was at first happy about getting the job, and then a little hesitant when she asked about meeting Cerberus. There were a very rare variety of things that made Connor uneasy, and one of them was the Alpha, himself. It wasn't just him either. Alphas were naturally intimidating to all werewolves. As Prue asked Connor about meeting Cerberus, he did not show his unease, rather, he had to genuinely think about it. It probably would not be an issue, and despite the intimidation that Connor felt towards Cerberus, the Alpha was a loyal friend, and he helped Connor a long time ago, when he was still a very new wolf, and was addicted to blood. Connor pulled a card out of his pocket, that Cerberus had given him earlier. On the card, it was to Moonlight Books, on Holmes Street. "Here, take this card," he said in his Irish accent, "Cerberus has always been a collector, and sells books, both mortal books and magical, along with...other things that he has collected over the years."

Connor was unsure of when she would want to meet Cerberus, but now, more than ever, he was somewhat intrigued about her, personally. Not in the attractive sense, but rather in who she was. Cerberus would never have Connor apply to work for a witch, if she was not important. So, it could only mean he wanted to meet her now. "Anyone else I should know about?" he asked, "I mean, who are witches as well, who might want to meet Cerberus?"

With that, he shook her hand, feeling the temperature difference between his 110 degree hand and her 98.6 degree hand.

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

Prue had never imagined that werewolves had two heart. Maybe vampires had too? Now she wondered if it was true that werewolves and vampires were in constant war, kind of like witches and demons. Should she ask? Would that be a dumb question? Pondering about it Prue realized there were no dumb questions. It would be dumb to stay in ignorance. "Is it true that vampires and werewolves are constantly at war?" She really had no clue. Damn, for a witch as powerful as herself she really was ignorant about other species.

When she mentioned the name Cerberus she could see that Connor's behavior had changed a little. Was he scared of the Alpha or what was his deal? Were Alphas really that scary? Prue took the card from Connor and read it. Moonlight Books. Well, it was an interesting name for a bookstore run by an Alpha Werewolf. And from what Connor had said, Prue really needed to check that place out. Maybe she could find some good magic books there. She really needed something for her improvised spells that caused more harm than did they help. If you needed a spell that backfires often then Prue was your person to go! She would gladly give them away for free. "Thanks, I will definitely look into it." She put the card into her pocket jeans.

As Connor asked about witches Prue didn't feel as bad as before for asking all the questions about werewolves. She wasn't the only one ignorant about another species. She walked over to the bar and opened a bottle of black vodka. She mixed it with some fruit juice and put some ice cubes in her glass. "Want something too?" She asked Connor and would fix the drink before she sat down on one of the wall couches at the club.

"About witches..." She took a sip out of her drink and motioned Connor to sit down next to her if he felt like it. "Where to start? Well, as you probably know we have powers. Each witch has their own personal powers. Some are inherited and some are developed over the years, depending on a person's personality. That's why there is such a big variety of powers. Some witch families have familiars, which are cat zoanthropes and they guide new witches. All witches have a whitelighter, you can say they are our guardian angels. They can sense us when we are in trouble and have the ability to heal us. Above the whitelighters are the Elders. Most witches hate them though because they want us to follow their rules and they can take our powers away if they think we used them for personal gain or exposed magic. Oh yeah, that brings me to the Cleaners. Two guys who clean after our mess shall magic be exposed due to our actions." Prue paused for a moment. There was so much to say yet and she hoped she would not lose Connor during her explanation or history lesson, however you wanted to look at it.

"How familiar are you with us Halliwells? Maybe you know us as the Warren line since it all started with Melinda Warren? Anyway, me, my brothers and my cousins are known as the Blessed Children and we are the direct descendants of the Charmed Ones. My brother Wyatt is the Twice Blessed but he sure as hell doesn't act like it sometimes. He is way too chaotic. Anyway, if Cerberus was a girl then I can assure you that he would want to meet him, but since he is a guy I'm not so sure how interested he is in meeting the Alpha. My brother Chris on the other hand would surely love to meet Cerberus. But yeah, anyway, since we are who we are, we get a lot of visitors trying to kill us or steal our powers. Which brings me to a question for you: How good are you with dealing with demons? Because you might see a lot of them if you are around us." Prue studied Connor for his reaction. It surely was a lot to take in. She was never good at explaining herself and just hoped that it all somehow made sense to Connor.

[Connor Chase]

Connor was usually the solitary sort of guy, but this question about vampires and werewolves being at each others throats was never old. Smiling, Connor put a hand on his face and slowly shook his head. "No offense, but why does everyone, including novelists and movie writers think that vampires and werewolves would be at each others throats?" He asked rhetorically, "But to answer your question simply, no, we're not. As a matter of fact, I used to date a vampire a long time ago. It's no different than interracial dating amongst mortals. Maybe a century or so ago, it might have been frowned upon, but Ancient Greece, it hasn't been that big of a deal." It was true, that some creatures in the magical community were about blood purity, but the majority of werewolves were incredibly indifferent towards these sort of things. Perhaps smaller factions of werewolves and vampires had grudge matches, but it was usually about something small, like losing bets, or cheating at a game of cards, but never about who was the bigger, badder creature. "I suppose that I could somewhat understand the curiosity, since werewolves hardly make themselves noticed, but just a rule of thumb: Don't believe everything you hear about werewolves, like most myths of any supernatural creature, some are fabricated, and/or altered throughout history."

When Prue asked is Connor wanted anything, he thought about it for a moment, and thought that a good drink would be nice. "Sure, I can't get drunk anyways, so Irish Whiskey if you have it." He replied simply, "Might as well explain, but everything about me regenerates fifty times faster, including my liver, and that includes the fact that my metabolism burns ten times faster than the average human." She would probably pick up the rest of the gist, but it also meant Connor couldn't get intoxicated in any way, shape or form by any known drug, or be poisoned.

But as she asked about the Halliwells, it all came together for Connor. Even werewolves knew about the Halliwells, particularly Wyatt Halliwell. Magically speaking, he was the strongest witch to ever live, and he was greatly respected amongst werewolves, so it could only mean that she was Prue Halliwell, daughter of Piper and Leo Halliwell. He simply nodded when she asked if he knew about her family, and smiled. "Cleaners, Elders and Whitelighters we know about," he replied honestly, "however, we do not really associate with them much. Just because even my kind have our own system of keeping ourselves from being exposed. There are those in our kind, who work directly for our respective Alphas, there is one Beta, basically a general, and the Delta wolves. When a werewolf risks exposure, then the Alpha sends in the Beta, or Deltas to take care of the matter. They're the fiercest, most powerful werewolves of my kind, and they see to it that our kind remain a mystery, even if it means killing one of our own to protect that secret."

Demons were about the only type of being that were bold enough to try and challenge werewolves. Often, it was known that demons would seek out the more violent of Connor's kind to act as enforcers, or even assassins when they wanted to make a point, but more or less, those were lower-level demons that made that call. "Annoying little creatures, like cockroaches," he replied, concerning demons, "Cerberus somehow tolerates them, when he does business with them, but that's the price of walking a fine, neutral line. At least, that is what he says. I personally find them disgusting." He shrugged, and left it at that. He knew that the whole deal with Cerberus doing business with demons might unnerve Prue a bit, but it was his choice, and his choice alone, besides, Connor would not dare question Cerberus' personal dealings.

[Prudence Melinda Halliwell]

Prue looked at Connor for a while, trying to find an answer to his obvious question. After a short while she gave up though. She could not come up with a good explanation even if she wanted to. "I have no idea." She shrugged. "Maybe because it is natural that if witches and demons are enemies then vampires and werewolves need a mortal one too?" Prue suggested. Although the only mortal enemy of any species she could think of was the human race. They tried to get rid of everything they did not know and feared. They did not even try to stop and understand what the world around them was made of. For humans it was just: don't know it, kill it. And that's why magic has become something people feared. Because humans could not understand it and it was automatically related to evil. All it needed was a small group of people to plant that seed in others and once the lie has been told over and over people eventually believed it.

Wouldn't it be great to a werewolf? Never have to worry about calorie intake anymore! Not that Prue counted them or had any problems eating whatever she wanted. But it would be nice to eat sweets and not have a bad feeling about it in the back of her head. That voice in her head always made her feel guilty for no reason. Probably the funniest thing though would have to be to challenge those macho guys for a drinking contest, oh and Wyatt. Prue grinned at that thought and then decided it would be a good idea to explain why she was grinning like an idiot. "I might ask you to challenge my brother Wyatt for a drinking contest. He's always bragging about how he can drink us all under the table and I once almost got him. Maybe a lesson would do him good." She suggested and hoped by the heavens that Connor would agree. How great would it be to see Wyatt totally wasted and being beaten in his own game? It would be priceless!

So Cerberus did business with demons. Prue would have to get further into that and know the whys. Well, you can't blame a Halliwell witch for being well, a Halliwell witch. At least Connor shared her opinion about demons. "Huh, I know. Those bastards just come into the Manor as would it be their own. They could at least ring the freaking bell or knock like any other normal person." She complain, her frustration clearly showing. And it was not like assurance would keep paying for the damage. At some point they would question what the hell the Halliwells were up to. Magic had to do sometimes to cover most of the damages and make it look something humans did. "I see this Cerberus guy is a book with seven locks." She finally commented on the Alpha. But she really could not paint a picture before she actually met him face to face.

[Connor Chase]

Connor thought about that for a moment, and even though what he knew now would allow him to more than definitely cause him to agree with her, but if she were to ask him this question when he was still human, then he would have had a different answer all together. "When I was still human, it was common place to believe that witches and demons were in league with one another," he explained, "I was born some forty odd years after the Salem Witch Trials, and in that time, if you were discovered to be a witch, then you were in league with the devil. Then again, so were vampires and werewolves too, so I can see where the belief comes from in that point. Though, we both know better now. Even if the mortal world is unaware of the truth about our respective natures, you and I both know something entirely different." That was probably the curse for those of the supernatural nature. In a way, Connor felt as if he was on a sort of psychic wavelength with Prue, in the sense that he felt that she might agree with what he was thinking, concerning how there were those humans out there, that have, and still do hunt the supernatural.

Such was the nature of the beast, in an ironic sort of twist.

But as she suggested that Connor use his ability to not get drunk to the advantage of teaching her brother a lesson, he couldn't help but smirk, but he did not reveal what he was thinking to her. Truth of the matter was, Connor was not about using his abilities against others, unless it was out of mere survival. Though, using it would be fun, he did not want to just use it for fun, since that was how people somehow managed to get hurt. Mostly due to the natural order of things. Instead of declining the offer, Connor simply coughed and said, "Maybe someday I will." and winked at Prue.

"That is the problem with demons," he said with a sigh, "they're too impatient. They don't know how to take their time with a target. Study their prey's movements, really take a look into the best weak points, and strike at the most precise time. What they do not know, is that their enemies are counting on an attack, and while they may be lucky to get a handful of kills in, their second, and overall ultimate and most fatal weakness is their easily developing hubris over the years. It is what makes demons easily susceptible to making a one way trip to the wasteland." Connor could go on and on from now to eternity about demons, and what he knows about them, and his experience with them. But that was besides the point. If you really wanted to get demons to back off, you safe guarded your house in ways that would make them think twice about attacking. If they know you're ready for them, then they're hardly a threat.

But her statement of Cerberus being a man with several locks on his book, Connor shrugged and said, "Try a man with several thousand locks," he explained, "I don't know exactly how old Cerberus is, but he is definitely older than the pyramids, and has a wealth of knowledge." He looked away for a moment, and pondered if Cerberus would even be at the bookshop at the moment before deciding to take a risk. "Would you like to go meet him now?" he asked, "He could probably give you more information than I can."