Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction
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First I wanted to thank everyone who has been reading my fic's so far. Some of these I did up to 7yrs ago. It turned into a challenge for me and became a small obsession. But If you like it let me know and I'll keeping posting my fics up here. But for now.. here is another one...
---Payback---
She spun around again connecting with the object of her adrenaline. She grunted as her foot made contact yet again as the sweat dripped from her body. But she didn't stop with the roundhouse, as she connected with a sharp upper cut hitting him square in the jaw. Sending him staggering back again.
She felt the perspiration run down her back as she waited for the next attack. She wasn't even sure how long she had been at this. Minutes, hours. No one could know for sure as she jabbed him again with a kick to the stomach.
She waited as he came again, as she swung around and hit him with a backwards thrust of her arm. She took one more spin at hit him with a round house to the chest as he swung back and forth before stopping in front of her. She held her stance a few moments longer almost waiting for him to strike back. But that would not be the case, as she relaxed, as the punching bag swung freely from further blows.
She had more to practice but that would have to wait until another day. She had to meet her sisters for lunch and she didn't want to be late.
She felt the perspiration all over her as she made her way through the gym towards the lockers. She never noticed the eyes watching her as she moved with confidence through the building.
The eyes watched as she disappeared to the ladies change room.
"Now?"
"It will happen soon enough." He said as watched the empty door. "Soon they will all pay for what they did." He would get his revenge it was only a matter of time.
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She looked at her watch as the man before droned on about seemingly nothing. She wasn't sure how much of this she could take before her nerves just said enough already. But he was money in her pocket, or more to the point money on the mortgage they had taken out on the Manor so that they could all be partners in the nightclub P3. Piper had named it after all of them, the power of three.
She looked again as the big hand neared the twelve. She knew she didn't have far to go to the restaurant they were all meeting at, but she didn't want to be running in there late either. The three of them hadn't really had time together in a few months. And they had all declared that afternoon, 'sisters only.'
Between demon fighting and work, none of them seemed to have time for the other any more. For they were the Charmed Ones. Three sisters who were destined as good witches. The prophecy from a long line of witches dating back to the mid 1600's, destined to fight evil and protect the innocent.
She looked again and decided to end the meeting.
"Ok. Mr. Miles. Thank you ever so much for your time. I will have everything ready I promise.
"But I."
"I'm sorry I have another appointment at noon that I can't get out of." She said as she stood up and grabbed her coat and purse. "I will see you tomorrow I promise. Everything will be taken care of as we've discussed."
He took her hand and shock to the agreement they had made.
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She looked down the park at the people milling about. Why was she even here? She had lunch with her sisters planned and nothing would keep her from that. Ever since Phoebe had come clean about Cole there had been an uneasy rift in the Manor. A rift that they had all wanted to clear up. They had been getting along a lot better, but they just wanted to spend time with each other. No guys; just sisters.
She looked back on the time they had almost lost Phoebe to the past that wasn't even hers. Back to the days of the Wild West. Was that the point in the relationship for all three of them that made them all see what was going on? Made them all see that they all needed each other, relied on each other. They had come so close to losing Phoebe it frightened her even now. She didn't know what she would do if she lost any of them.
She glanced at her watched again and sighed in frustration, as she knew she would be late for lunch. Why was it that no matter what they planned something stopped them from going through with it? Be it work or demons related something always got in their way. She decided then that this would not be the case today.
"I will be there. And I will not be late." She said to no one but herself.
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She reached in her locker and grabbed the towel before she started for the shower after her work out. Leaving her robe on the hook she felt the cool water run down her body as her thoughts turned to her sisters. Had they really been that far apart? Just because of a guy. Or was there more to it then that?
Everything they had been through seemed so unreal to her at times, yet they all seemed to embrace it in their own way. Even Piper. The middle sister that had wanted to give it all up when they lost their powers because of Aunt Gail's desire to be young again. But later she agreed that she would keep with the witch thing until they all agreed to give up their heritage.
She grabbed her towel and made her way back to her locker. Drying off she couldn't help but think about the lunch and the day the three of them had all planned together. She reached in her locker to grab the clothes that were there when something caught her eye. It moved fast and accurate but she never truly saw what it was, or what it was about to do.
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She fished the keys from her purse as she made her way across the parking lot. Thoughts on her sisters as she hurried to not be late. Was this all because of Cole? Had their lives been turned upside down since he came back? But then he never left did he?
She placed the keys in the door to the car and opened it up. Throwing her purse across to the other seat. With her mind on other thoughts she never even saw what was about to happen, as she reached in and grabbed the stirring wheel she glided herself into the front seat.
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She looked through the lens one more time as she clicked the shutter over and over. Getting every angle she could. She glanced down at her watch once again before deciding she had to go. "Ok That's it I have to go."
"But we've not finished."
"We are now. We'll do the rest tomorrow. I have an appointment I can't get out of. I'm sorry." She said as she placed the cap on the lens. Turning her back on the people that were talking amongst themselves as their photographer had just walked away. But she didn't really care. She had told them she could only work until just before noon. And she meant it. She had some bridges to rebuild and she intended to be there when the first hammer was swung.
She opened her camera bag and went to place her camera inside when she thought she caught the glint of something, she wasn't sure what it was, but she soon gave way to her own vivid imagination. It was really just her years of been a witch that made her cautious. Placing the camera inside she looked again, but not truly seeing the movement around her bag and she didn't really pay attention.. Not like she normally did.
All she heard was the faint voices around her. People telling others what to do. She saw blurred visions of others looking at her. Cold, all she felt was cold. No. Wait there was more. Pain. She felt pain all through her body. What was happening to her? She cried out as the pain wrapped itself around her. But then everything blurred more as her last thoughts were of her sisters.