CHARMED R
DESPAIR PART ONE: BLACK EYES CRYING
It was almost closing time at P3. On stage, Poe was wrapping up with "HAUNTED". There was only a few patrons left in the club and Piper sighed gratefully. She was worn to the bone.
Finally Piper was the only one left in P3. She went to her office in the back to snatch her car keys and the keys to lock up P3. When she came back out to the main room there was a sixteen year old girl standing in the middle of the dance floor. The girl was clutching a black leather travel bag tightly to her chest.
All of her clothes were black. She wore a black dress with a short pleated skirt over a skintight black bodysuit, and black buckle shoes clad her feet. Her hair was raven wing black. Piper couldn't the color of her eyes because she had them downcast. She stood there making no sound.
"Hi" Piper said. "Do you need something? I'm locking P3 up in a minute."
The girl just stood there, eyes still downcast, making no sound.
"Hey. Are you okay?" asked Piper softly.
The girl lifted her eyes. They were also black. In them, Piper saw unbearable loneliness, sadness and pain. She also saw utter despair. The girl dropped her bag and threw herself into Piper's arms, sobbing without sound.
Piper held the girl, rocking her back and forth while stroking her hair gently.
"Hey, it's okay baby, it's okay." Piper said soothingly and started patting the girls back. She felt wetness and taking her hand away she saw it covered with a thick sticky red liquid. It was blood.
"Oh my god." Piper exclaimed. "Your whole back is soaked with blood. I'm taking you home with me. My sister and I will help you. Do you want to come with me?"
The girl into nodded. She picked up her bag and let Piper lead her out to her car after Piper locked up P3. She unlocked the car doors and buckled the girl into the passenger seat. Piper slid in the driver's side and started the car. She looked over at the girl.
"Do you have a name honey?" Piper asked.
The girl sat quietly looking at her.
"You can talk, can"t you?"
The girl opened her mouth and tried to speak but no sound came out. She turned away with tears in her eyes.
"That's okay, don't cry. We're almost home."
Five minutes later Piper pulled up in front of her house. She picked up the girls bag and said to her. "Let's go baby. Everything is going to be okay."
The girl got out of the car, looked at Piper for a minute, then putting her arms around Piper's neck. She jumped wrapping her legs around Piper's waist and rested her head on Piper's shoulder contentedly. Piper carried her like that into the house.
"Prue, Phoebe." She called out.
"You're home." Said Phoebe as she walked into the room. She stopped when she saw the girl in Piper's arms.
"Where's Prue." Piper asked.
"She's upstairs." Phoebe replied. "Who's this?"
At that moment Prue came down the stairs.
"Who's this", She echoed Phoebe's question.
"I don't know. I found her at P3. She's an innocent and needs our help."
"What's wrong?"
"The back of her dress is soaked with blood and she can't speak for some reason. She can't even make a sound." Piper answered.
"Let's take her upstairs and have a look at her back." Phoebe.
"Right" said Prue.
Piper carried the girl up the stairs and into the large upstairs bathroom with Prue and Phoebe behind her. Pulling the girls dress off and gently removed the bodysuit. They got a good look at her back, gasping at the sight. Her back was covered with raw bleeding welts and there was evidence of older ones.
"My god." Cried Phoebe. "Who could do such a thing as this to her."
"I don't know," replied tearfully. "Let's get her cleaned up."
They gently started cleansing her. The agony she felt as they did her back was obvious but even when she opened her mouth to scream no sound escaped.
When they were done, Piper ran back downstairs to get the girl's bag. She brought it up to the spare room where Prue and Phoebe had taken the girl.
Looking thru the bag she found a pair clean panties and bra. There was also a spare bodysuit and a dress like the other. They put one of Phoebe's oversized tee shirt on her and put her to bed and covered her with the covers. They sat with until she fell asleep. Phoebe looked thru the bag again.
"Hey here's a picture of her." She said and flipped it over. "and her name."
"What's her name?" Prue asked.
"Cybele."
END PART ONE.
DESPAIR PART ONE: BLACK EYES CRYING
It was almost closing time at P3. On stage, Poe was wrapping up with "HAUNTED". There was only a few patrons left in the club and Piper sighed gratefully. She was worn to the bone.
Finally Piper was the only one left in P3. She went to her office in the back to snatch her car keys and the keys to lock up P3. When she came back out to the main room there was a sixteen year old girl standing in the middle of the dance floor. The girl was clutching a black leather travel bag tightly to her chest.
All of her clothes were black. She wore a black dress with a short pleated skirt over a skintight black bodysuit, and black buckle shoes clad her feet. Her hair was raven wing black. Piper couldn't the color of her eyes because she had them downcast. She stood there making no sound.
"Hi" Piper said. "Do you need something? I'm locking P3 up in a minute."
The girl just stood there, eyes still downcast, making no sound.
"Hey. Are you okay?" asked Piper softly.
The girl lifted her eyes. They were also black. In them, Piper saw unbearable loneliness, sadness and pain. She also saw utter despair. The girl dropped her bag and threw herself into Piper's arms, sobbing without sound.
Piper held the girl, rocking her back and forth while stroking her hair gently.
"Hey, it's okay baby, it's okay." Piper said soothingly and started patting the girls back. She felt wetness and taking her hand away she saw it covered with a thick sticky red liquid. It was blood.
"Oh my god." Piper exclaimed. "Your whole back is soaked with blood. I'm taking you home with me. My sister and I will help you. Do you want to come with me?"
The girl into nodded. She picked up her bag and let Piper lead her out to her car after Piper locked up P3. She unlocked the car doors and buckled the girl into the passenger seat. Piper slid in the driver's side and started the car. She looked over at the girl.
"Do you have a name honey?" Piper asked.
The girl sat quietly looking at her.
"You can talk, can"t you?"
The girl opened her mouth and tried to speak but no sound came out. She turned away with tears in her eyes.
"That's okay, don't cry. We're almost home."
Five minutes later Piper pulled up in front of her house. She picked up the girls bag and said to her. "Let's go baby. Everything is going to be okay."
The girl got out of the car, looked at Piper for a minute, then putting her arms around Piper's neck. She jumped wrapping her legs around Piper's waist and rested her head on Piper's shoulder contentedly. Piper carried her like that into the house.
"Prue, Phoebe." She called out.
"You're home." Said Phoebe as she walked into the room. She stopped when she saw the girl in Piper's arms.
"Where's Prue." Piper asked.
"She's upstairs." Phoebe replied. "Who's this?"
At that moment Prue came down the stairs.
"Who's this", She echoed Phoebe's question.
"I don't know. I found her at P3. She's an innocent and needs our help."
"What's wrong?"
"The back of her dress is soaked with blood and she can't speak for some reason. She can't even make a sound." Piper answered.
"Let's take her upstairs and have a look at her back." Phoebe.
"Right" said Prue.
Piper carried the girl up the stairs and into the large upstairs bathroom with Prue and Phoebe behind her. Pulling the girls dress off and gently removed the bodysuit. They got a good look at her back, gasping at the sight. Her back was covered with raw bleeding welts and there was evidence of older ones.
"My god." Cried Phoebe. "Who could do such a thing as this to her."
"I don't know," replied tearfully. "Let's get her cleaned up."
They gently started cleansing her. The agony she felt as they did her back was obvious but even when she opened her mouth to scream no sound escaped.
When they were done, Piper ran back downstairs to get the girl's bag. She brought it up to the spare room where Prue and Phoebe had taken the girl.
Looking thru the bag she found a pair clean panties and bra. There was also a spare bodysuit and a dress like the other. They put one of Phoebe's oversized tee shirt on her and put her to bed and covered her with the covers. They sat with until she fell asleep. Phoebe looked thru the bag again.
"Hey here's a picture of her." She said and flipped it over. "and her name."
"What's her name?" Prue asked.
"Cybele."
END PART ONE.