Heya, first time posting here at this site for all those loyal Charmed fans to enjoy. Wait, I'm not that loyal since I royally hate season 8. It sucks and it's not the show I fell in love with.
Moving on, some notes about this fic. It is set in a time period between the Fifth Halliwell and Saving Private Leo. For all you young readers out there, mainly speaking to the minors and anyone who may be squimish or offended by graphic material - this fic will get a bit dark. It will be very angsty because angst is my friend.
So for now, the story will be rather light, but it may get intense later on, so the rating may change.
Ok, so read on and tell me what you think.
Chapter 1The sheer heat of the flaming ball of licking fire touched her skin. Briefly, she imagined herself blazing out, dying and burning into a pile off grey human ash that her sisters would find when they got back. Terror consumed her. But the fireball never hit her.
It never did.
One more came and it hit the wall behind her. And then another and another. Each time growing fast and hotter.
Her mouth opened slightly and she let a scream, just loud enough for herself to hear over the manic chuckling of the man – the demon – that stood in front of her. She knew what he was. And she professed it out loud for him to hear with more conviction than she thought she had.
"Do you really think your sisters would have left you alone with me if was evil?"
And through the void of soullessness that was his green eyes, glistening with an inner turmoil of a man's soul trying to fight out, she saw a flame as merciless and evil as the pits of hell burst forth.
"Do you really think Phoebe would have married me if I was a demon?" His voice so sinister and icy, it scraped her mind.
It was then that she knew the truth.
Cole Turner was a demon.
Paige felt the heaviness leave her eyes as they fluttered open. Cold air pressed down on her chest, and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. For a moment, she just stared up at the black. It was comforting, but only for a while, because in the dark Paige knew unknown evils lurked there.
Turning her head, she glanced at the clock beside her bed. The red digits glowed brightly a time that was all too familiar lately – 3AM. The silence of the manor dawned on her. There wasn't a single audibly detectable noise. No crickets chirped, no cars were heard in the distance, not a single moan escaped a settling red old manor. And in that silence, Paige couldn't hear a single breath of her sister or brother-in-law. A throng of fear wrapped around her heart as it leapt a beat with the fear of losing the ones she loved.
Paige sat up, needing to make clear that she was not alone, that her family was here with her and she slipped on her slippers and padded slowly toward the door. Her slender hand wrapped around the knob and she twisted it and pulled the wooden door open, not expecting to see a face staring back at her.
A tiny scream left her mouth and she felt the tingling sensation of orbing out and disappearing into another plane.
"Paige!" The panicked voice of an older sister called out to her and Paige rematerialized, looking slightly frazzled with a hand on her chest to stop the racing of her heart.
"Piper. Jeez, you scared me."
Piper allowed a breath of relief and smiled lightly.
"Sorry. But I thought I'd come check on you. You were tossing pretty loudly."
The youngest allowed the oldest to guide her to the bed and they both sat down, and Paige fumbled to turn on the lamp. Explosive orange light hit their retinas, and Paige winced, replying.
"Yeah. Sorry if I woke you up." She looked down, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"Don't be," Piper stated firmly yet gently as she wrapped an arm around her sister's frame.
Paige allowed a tiny smile to pull at her lips as she gazed down, finding herself enjoying the comfort of having Piper bond with her, concern over her. It was really touching and it warmed Paige's heart up.
But there was one thing that was bothering her, and she knew that from the frown on Piper's face, that she couldn't hide it any longer.
"Paige? What's wrong?"
Could she tell Piper what had been playing at her nightmares every night? The agony that gained at her, growing stronger to the point that Paige thought she was going to go nuts in a pungent pool of confusion. A stint of courage came early and Paige opened her mouth.
"Uh-"
She saw Piper's brow deepen and her sister lowered her head in a bit closer as if to read into her eyes. Paige turned her eyes away.
"It's…" Paige paused and decided to look back into Piper's eyes; so warm and loving it made her feel safe just looking into them. She knew Piper would protect her with her own life. And it was in these eyes that Paige felt her audacity growing.
She began to explain it all to Piper, shifting her hands between the sheets of her bed and edging closer to the side of the bed. Piper's eyes never left her and Paige felt the relief when she finally finished explaining.
"Cole's evil, Piper. I know it."
Timidly, Paige glanced up at Piper to see what emotions were in her sister's eyes. She prayed she'd find acknowledgment and trust.
"Paige- I… I don't know what to say except that we've been through this before…" Piper's voice seemed like gravel on a dry road as if she hadn't been swallowing the entire time. And Paige felt her soul drop from the disbelief and skepticism in her voice.
The youngest Charmed One bowed her head down, almost like a child begging for help, for an escape from the demons that tortured her mind and spirit. She needed Piper's support like the air she breathed as she whispered brokenly.
"Say you believe me."