<div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_lvqhasF2EU1qfacr7o3_250-1.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Melinda Lacey Halliwell<br/><strong>Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>P3 Alleyway/Parking Lot<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jacqueline/ Strange man<br/><em>Dude, what happened to my car?</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Nothing was more annoying than being called a little girl. It was already enough that she’d grown up as the youngest in her household with nearly six pairs of eyes constantly watching.<em>Don’t let Melinda do this. Don’t let Melinda do that.</em>It was a constant tug of war to protect her from antics of rebellion and curiosity. The insult also annoyed her because he drawled the words in a condescending tone as if she was not a threat to his attack on Jacqueline. Obnoxious, another trait to add for this madman intent on causing some serious damage to those around him. His threat did not cause her to falter or even flinch since she often found those who talked a lot were not really intent on action. If anything, it made her believe that he did not want the Halliwell family on his butt. Well, that’s if he knew exactly what family she came from based on appearances. It was at the tip of her tongue to ask him if she looked like a little girl, but that would serve no purpose in this context. Not with flame and ice doing battle in front of her eyes.<br/><br/>She pulled back a shoe to prevent her foot from touching the ice, not wanting her body to explode like her car. Her car…the memory caused a red veil of anger to cover her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” Her hands clenched and unclenched as she debated how to get out of this situation unscathed though her mind was not the most corporative since she’d been drinking nearly all night. Damn that Conner. It would have been really nice if one of her cousins walked around the corner yet she knew it was not likely to happen. People never showed up when you most needed them. She gathered up the energies inside of her body, creating enough force in her mind to actually harm the man, when she was distracted by some form of light surrounding her body. Dark chocolate eyes shifted over to Jacqueline with a questioning. Questioning soon turned to horror as she watched some type of ice blade go right through the woman’s stomach. It was a nasty sight of blood and gore, and she paled as vomit threatened to explode. A few seconds later, ice exploded in front of her very eyes but could not touch her due to some type of shield around her.<br/><br/>Melinda decided she had enough of hearing this man’s mouth, and with a swish of her hand, the garbage bin made a sickening crack as it collided with his head. She winced at the sight of blood tricking down the woman as she waved her hand in the space in front of her. The shield seemed to keep stuff out but trapped inside. Hurrying over, she nudged the blonde man with her foot, but he seemed to be knocked out cold. "Great." Afterwards, she stepped forward towards Jacqueline as if trying to comprehend the wound in her body before springing into action. “Shit,” she cursed while reaching out to touch it. At the last second, she thought better of it before placing her hands at her sides. “We need to get help.” Of course, this was a statement that did not need to be said, but it was the only way for her to keep calm without passing out from shock. “You can’t go to a hospital. Can’t heal you. Wyatt. Wyatt!” The second time of saying his name came from her like a revelation before she placed a hand around the woman’s waist to help her stand. Glancing around, there wasn't anyone in view so it was safe to make a quick exit.<br/><br/>“Pray that we arrive in the right place. I'm still tipsy.” With those words, Melinda orbed home with the hope that Wyatt was there to be of some assistance. Some type of warning went off in her head about orbing into the manor without proper warning, but it did not make sense so she dismissed it. Instead, she pictured the living room of the manor along with her favorite sitting couch as a landing point. It took about two tries into the oddest of places. The top of an empty roof. The top of Goldengate Bridge. Finally, they were in the familiar territory of Halliwell manor. The living room.<br/><br/>(Moved to Halliwell Manor)