[Disclaimer] I don't own Charmed... poo.

[Summary] Phoebe relives a vague memory from her past. She temporarily lived in L.A. before moving back in with her sisters. Songfic. Evanescence- Haunted. Please Review.

[Author's Note] -words here are characters thoughts- & *words here are song lyrics from the song Haunted by Evanescence.* I know Phoebe never really lived in L.A. but it's all part of the story. Rated R for sexual content and explicit language.

Haunted

Phoebe was young when it happened. Barely over 20, on her way home from a club in L.A. She was wearing her usual leather pants with a very vibrant crimson top.

-Ugh... where are my keys?!-

She rummaged through her purse and continued to walk towards her condo.

She could hear footsteps behind her. She turned around, but saw only night's blanket.

-No ones following me. I walk this block all the time. Nothing is there.-

She continued to walk down the block. When she heard heavier footsteps trailing behind her. She whipped around; no one was there.

-It's almost 4am. What idiot would be out at this time?-

She convinced herself that there was nothing stalking her. It was absolutely nothing.

She got to her apartment and walked up the stairs.

-Ergh... cheapass place still hasn't fixed the damn elevator!-

She heard noise coming from behind her. Phoebe turned around but no one was there.

Phoebe had reached her apartment and continued to look for her keys.

-I know it's in here. Where is it?-

After a few more minutes of looking around in her bag she finally pulled out a silver key.

//Thump, Thump//

Phoebe turned around and saw a tall man. He was muscular and was wearing a black trench coat and a ski mask and his hands, gloved.

"What the--"She began

"Shut up!" He screamed at her. She was silenced. "Open up the door."

She did, and he had forced her in.

"Get away from me!!" She yelled, running to her room

*long lost words whisper slowly to me

still can't find what keeps me here

when all this time I've been so hollow inside

I know you're still there*

The stranger continued to chase after her. She reached her room only to find that the man was right behind her. He had grabbed her by her hair and slowly began to walk towards the bed. He kicked the door shut and threw Phoebe on the floor.

"Please, go away!" She pleaded, crying and gasping loudly.

"You bitch. Shut up." He picked her up and flung her onto the bed.

"Get away from me." She crawled towards the farthest end of the headboard.

He got onto the bed and crept towards Phoebe, who began to bawl louder and louder.

"I said shut up!" Phoebe's bawls change into little whimpers.

The stranger took out ropes from a pocket of his coat. He grabbed Phoebe and laid her out on the bed.

"Don't move." He demanded

"Please. Don't hurt me." Phoebe begged the man, staying as still as she could

"We'll see how bad you want it."

He grabbed her left foot and tied it to the left bed post; he did the same with her right foot, as well as tied her hands to the bed's headboard.

"Now wait." The man left the room and headed for the kitchen.

-AM I GOING TO LIVE THROUGH THIS? GOD. PLEASE LET ME LIVE. I MISS MY SISTERS. WHY HAVE I COME HERE? I MISS THEM. EVEN THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE I DON'T, I DO. GRAMS, PLEASE HELP ME. PRUE, PIPER? HELP ME. PLEASE.-

He entered the room with a knife in his hand.

"Please, don't kill me. There's money in the closet. I have some jewelry on the dresser. Please don't hurt me."

"Why would I hurt a pretty little thing like you?" his voice was hoarse and walk back to the bed.

He slipped the knife at the bottom of her pants and slit them on one side and then the other leg of her pants. Then he reached back into his coat and pulled out duct tape.

"HELP!!" She screamed "Help!!" her voice grew louder.

"Even though, I love your sexy ass voice. I don't need any interruptions while I punish you."

He cut off a piece of tape and placed it on Phoebe's lips. He screams were now muffled.

He took off Phoebe's slashed pants and revealed her panties.

"Lace? I like that." He continued to say and slid the knife under her top, and slit that as well, revealing her matching lace bra.

*watching me wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

fearing you loving you

I won't let you pull me down*

Phoebe's eye began to well up; they were filled with pain and misery. Tears began to trickle from her russet eyes.

He slowly ran the cool metal around her almost nude body. The coldness of the steel she felt, the more her tears fell.

He slid the knife under a strap of her underwear and cut it; revealing her vulnerability. He had opened the coat; already he was undressed but kept on his gloves and mask. He was bare and slowly slid into her.

Phoebe tried to moan, yell, something. but no sound came from her fastened lips; only more tears dripped.

The man began to thrust back and forth. faster and faster. She could almost feel her insides being shredded.

*Hunting you I can smell you - alive

your heart pounding in my head*

He continued pleasuring himself using her body and let his hands slip behind her back. He slowly unhooked her bra, exposing her breasts.

He continued to rock back and forth, grabbing, touching, caressing. All Phoebe could do was cry and wait until this condemnation that she has been given ends.

Finally, the man stopped. He was satisfied. A cold grin grew upon his face. And he slid out of her. He picked up Phoebe's rip clothes and placed them into a bag in his coat.

"Baby, you think it's over? It's not. I'm not done with you yet."

He tossed aside the bag and placed his fingers inside her. Phoebe knew what was happening was wrong. But still. it felt so good. He slowly moved up and down; in a circular motion.

*watching me wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

fearing you loving you

I won't let you pull me down*

She moved her body side to side as if she wanted to get his attention.

"What do you want?"

The man thought to himself for a bit. He gazed into Phoebe's eyes. She wasn't crying anymore. She had looked as if she enjoyed it. He took off the duct tape. Phoebe couldn't speak; however. one word slipped her lips "More".

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He raped this girl and still she yearns for more. She raised her torso, craving it so desperately.

"Please" She whispered

"Wait," He took off his mask "This is in the way"

"Don't forget the gloves." She wanted to feel his hands against her body.

He took of the gloves and swept his hands across her body. She whimpered. They were so soft and gentle.

*watching me wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

saving me raping me

watching me*

He lowered his head between her legs and let his tongue speak. She moaned and began to pant.

"Tell me you're name." she said between her groans

He managed to speak "How can I trust you?"

"You trusted me enough. to. take off. the. tape." she said

"Turner...Cole Turner." He spoke and continued to please her.

Both of them not knowing what future they held.

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[Author's Note] I'm not sure if I should continue this. I could, but aren't song fics one chapter things? Maybe you (the reviewers) can help me. If you want a following chapter, just review and tell me. Or. if you don't, review anyways!! Thanks!! Review please!!