The Power of Three [Twilight/Charmed]

Part Three - Chapter Twenty-Two: Final Destruction

"You have got to be kidding me," Aiden said pushing himself to his feet, he glared at the Source wondering why he couldn't just die already; the spell should have worked and he had a feeling that there was little that they could do to fix this now. 

He looked around the room wondering if any of them had any energy left to mount a second attempt, they couldn't just sit around and let the Source win. 

Piper glared at the Source, she had lost one sister to him already and she knew that if they didn't act fast then everything would be lost before they had another chance. 

There were six of them and Piper was sure if they were careful then they would be able to mount another attack before the Source could take any of them out. 

"Now everything you love with die," the Source bragged, he couldn't believe that he had survived that and he guessed he could thank Aro for something else; the body might have been destroyed but it had stopped him from being completely vanquished. 

Alicia gritted her teeth, her hand moving to her ankle and hissing in pain glad that she hadn't broken it during the blast; she looked about trying to assess how badly everyone else had been hurt. 

"Your children will be hunted down until they are slaughtered," the Source continued, there was no way he could allow the Charmed lines to continue; Wyatt, Chris, Melinda, P.J, Parker, Penny, Tamora, Kat, Henry Jr and Aaron would all have to be destroyed. 

They would fall after the parents that failed them today and the Source would even target the child that was currently unborn to Aiden when the time came.

No hope could be allowed to escape and no one would be able to stop him, the Source couldn't help but smile knowing that this was when his reign began and there was nothing in the world that could change that. 

"You loved ones will know how badly you failed in your mission... if they survive the battle," the Source stated thinking of the battles that still continued around his castle, so many of their allies were dead now and it wouldn't be long before the rest surrendered. 

They would hear all about how the Charmed ones had tried and failed to destroy him and the Source would ensure they were made examples of so no one else would try to disobey him again. 

Phoebe frowned, she couldn't believe that he was actually acting like he had won; there was still a chance that they could defeat him and destroy him once and for all. 

"The power of the Charmed ones will be forgotten and I will rule supreme," the Source gloated, it would be forgotten quickly how they had tried to stop him and everyone would know that there was no one else in the world more powerful than he. 

Amelia shook her head, no matter what happened in this room that day no one would ever forget the people that had fought to make sure that the Source wouldn't win; they would go down in history even if the Source tried to stop it. 

"Six Charmed witches can't defeat me," the Source laughed amused about how this was ending, it was time to destroy them all and then his orders could be made to destroy the children.

The six witches were all silent, it was now or never and they couldn't let this chance escape them; they would die trying if they had to but the Source could not win. 

"How about seven?" Prue Halliwell mused stepping out of the shadows, she might have been nothing more than a ghost now but she was still a Charmed one and she wasn't going to let the others down.

***

"We have to get him out of there," Jacob ordered helping those who could be spared from the battle dig him out, they couldn't believe what had happened and they all knew that the battle was coming to an end. 

Carlisle nodded his head helping move the rocks out of the way so they could reach their fallen friend, he was still wrapping his head around his own loss and he couldn't believe how many friends that had fallen today. 

It almost seemed unreal and Carlisle doubted that there would not be more deaths before this was over; he could only hope the witches were having more luck than them. 

The digging continued as they attempted to find the body of the shape-shifter, it had been horrible hearing that a demon had caused part of the tunnel to collapse in with only one shape-shifter managing to escape. 

Most of the fighting down in the tunnels were finished and the demons now seemed to be taking interest in the fight against the Source; they seemed frightened of something and they didn't understand it. 

A shout from the others digging in the rubble pulled Carlisle from his thoughts, he hurried forward to check over his patient; he frowned taking in about how bad the shape-shifter was. 

"He's alive," Carlisle said checking the unconscious shape-shifter over, he looked to Jacob knowing that they had to get out of here; they might have rescued him but still the news that not one but three pack members had fallen today was bad enough. 

Suddenly the entire castle seemed to start shaking, everyone stared up at the ceiling knowing that they needed to move now or risk being buried alive.

***

"Prudence, Penelope, Patricia, Melinda, Astrid, Helena, Laura and Grace, Warren Witches stand strong beside us, vanquish this evil, from time and space," the seven Charmed witches chanted focusing everything they had on defeating the Source this time. 

Summoning on the Warren-line, calling to every witch that had ever fought against the evil that they fought now; they all knew that this was the last battle that they would ever have to face. 

Amelia gritted her teeth as the energy around her seemed to crackle, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder and a brief look back told her that it was her mother; she swallowed thickly before focusing once more. 

Around the seven witches as they chanted, the room filled with witches from their line all who had come in their hour of need to destroy this evil. 

They all focused on the screaming Source who was cursing them, he started to laugh at what was happening; he couldn't believe that this was actually happening to him. 

He had been so sure that he was going to win this battle and now that victory was being stolen from him in the worst possible way; he could feel his followers fleeing for their lives as the castle started to crumble around them. 

"The Power of Seven we now decree! The Power of Seven will set you free! The Power of Seven will DESTROY thee!" the Warren witches chanted channelling the energy of their entire line into the Source, this would be his end and there would be no coming back for him this time. 

The Source screamed as he was ripped apart, the blast sending all the Warren ancestors back to the Ancestral realm while the six living witches were blasted back across the room into the walls. 

The ceiling of the throne room finally gave way and collapsed down upon them before anyone had a chance to realise what was happening; the battle had been won but at a cost.