Reflections
By jan0009683
Chapter One
Paige Matthews looked into the rear-view mirror of her car. She examined her reflection, the tired looking eyes, the red hair tied back in a pony tail, and the bright pink lipstick plastered on her lips. Paige was parked outside the tiny store at the top of Oak Street, two blocks from her home. She could have walked, but Paige really couldn't be bothered today. It was a Saturday afternoon and she would much rather be sat at home, curled up in a huge, comfy chair in the living room of her family watching something like Buffy The Vampire Slayer on TV.
Paige couldn't believe that her older sister, Piper, had sent her out for milk on the coldest Saturday ever while she read one of her romance novels that Paige just couldn't read. She found them a little goopy with not much point. The only romance novel that she had ever read right through was Bridget Jones' Diary, and that was because it was more comedy than romance to her.
Paige pulled the handle on the car door and pushed. She felt the freezing breeze meet her face as she stepped out of the car and onto the pavement outside the store. Paige tugged her bright blue jacket tighter over her body as she slowly made her way to the entrance. Paige stopped as something cold and wet and tiny landed on her hand. Snow. More snow began to fall onto Paige, and she thought that her day couldn't possibly get much worse than it was right now. She quickened her pace and was relieved to feel the warmth of the store when she walked inside. She heard the electric doors slide closed behind her as she stomped towards the dairy products at the far end of the store. Paige sighed. She was bored as hell.
When Paige reached the dairy products, she felt a chill on her skin from the refrigerator. She grabbed some milk as fast as she could and walked to the counter back near the doors. She gave three dollars to the grumpy, dark-haired woman behind the counter and walked out into the cold of Oak Street. She trotted to her tiny green car and climbed inside, tossing the carton of milk back onto the back-seat. Paige started her car and drove home. She drove down Oak Street and then past Hart Street. Paige turned onto Prescott Street and puled up outside the large, Victorian manor that she, her sisters and their men called home.
Paige hopped out of the car and grabbed the milk before locking the car and jogging up the steps and heading inside. Piper was nowhere to be seen and neither was her other sister, Phoebe, who was more than likely on a last minute assignment at work. Phoebe's boss, Elise Rothman, worked Phoebe like a slave, but Phoebe enjoyed her work and very rarely complained. Paige stopped in her tracks when the gleaming red liquid on the hall floor caught her eye. Paige bent down and looked closer. Blood. Defiantly blood. But, who's – or what's – blood?
Paige advanced cautiously down the hall and into the dining room. More blood. Lot's more blood. Paige turned into the kitchen. She pushed the door and stepped into the room.
The smell of the coconut muffins that Piper baked that morning still hung in the air. Paige looked at the ground. She was stood in quite a large puddle of blood. Paige looked round the room and nearly threw up the muffins she ate for breakfast when she saw what was on the floor next the kitchen table.