Heaven's Mistaken Gift
by: Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell
Co-written by: That70sShoLova
Chapter 1: PROLOGUE
Phoebe was almost ready to go. She was dressed in a black low-cut halter top with a leather jacket her boyfriend had given her last week. On her legs she wore black low-ride leather jeans that just barely covered her ass, along with knee-high red boots.
She also wore a faux diamond necklace and earrings set. It looked perfect, but was cubic zirconium.
She applied a thick layer of make-up, black eyeliner, bright red lipstick, and black nail polish.
In short, even close up, she could pass for a hooker.
A knock on her door, caused her to turn 'round and see Prue at her door, leaning in the frame—arms crossed. "You look like a slut, you know that?"
She smiled bitterly. "Gee, that's always what I wanted to be called by my family," she shot back.
"Going out?"
"Why do you even care?"
"I worry about you, Phoebe."
"It's not your job to worry about me," she said, hoping to end the discussion.
"But I do! You're my sister," Prue said. "And as much as we fight, I do love you."
She scoffed, sitting down on her bed. "I know that."
"Then," she walked in, pulling a chair sitting backwards on it and continued, "why, my dear sister, do you fight me? I just want what's best for you."
"Because," she said, getting right in her face, "you smother me with affection. I never get the chance to be my own person! I should have that damn it!" Phoebe stood up. "You do! Why don't I?"
"You're younger than me, Phoebe! I've made mistakes," she sighed. "Mistakes that I'd never want you to make."
"Is there a point to this rant? Because I'd really like to get the fuck out of this house!"
She flinched when her sister's hand make contact with her face. "Language!"
"Yes, mother!" she replied sarcastically.
"I just don't want anything to happen you, Phoebe," she said softly. "People . . . people dressed like that are usually—"
"—hoping for a great time?" she finished with a smile on her lips. "Why yes, I am."
On the inside, Prue wasn't appalled, but Phoebe usually wasn't that direct unless she was going to do something out of spite. But, somehow, Prue knew that wasn't the case. "Phoebe, I don't think it's worth anything to give yourself to the first avail—"
Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Look Prue, enough with the birds and the bees talk, I know how everything works."
"I know that, but—"
She pulled a little case from her purse. "Problem solved. I know you want me to be safe. Stop worrying."
She sighed, standing up, and putting the chair back at her desk. "Safe?" Prue raised her eyebrow. "That doesn't sound like you."
"So I'm reckless with everything else. Does that mean I have to be sexually reckless too?"
Prue shook her head. "Be careful. That stuff doesn't always work," she muttered as she left the room.
An hour later…
She sat outside on the steps waiting for him. He should've been there 10 minutes ago. The party was at an abandoned warehouse. Basic make-out party. Well, okay, maybe not so basic, being as she was there for more than a make-out.
He said he loved her, said once they got out of high school they'd run away to get married.
Typical, she knew, but oh how much she wanted it.
His car finally pulled up and she about sighed in relief. Although, she loved the outfit she was wearing, it was cold as hell out and these clothes barely covered anything. She got in the car begrudgingly. It was a means for transportation and it got them from point A to point B.
At least they didn't have to walk, but the heater inside was broken and the maroon colored leather seats were freezing. They squeaked against her leather covered ass, it was extremely embarrassing. It had one of those lighters hooked up to the dash board and, unfortunately for her, her boyfriend was a smoker, and it of course caused her to smell like cigarettes.
The white paint of the car was chipping, although you couldn't see it, the car was caked with mud. The windows were cracked. The passenger side didn't have a window at all and a plastic bag was covering it. The wind hitting it made a loud noise and it made the car even colder. She wrapped her arms around her goose bump coated arms and smiled at him.
He took a puff off of his cigarette and blew the smoke in her face. "Hey, babe."
She sighed, turned the other way, and coughed. "...Hi..." She watched the houses pass by outside the window.
She felt a strong calloused hand rub her thigh sending a shiver up her spine. "Babe, you okay?"
She smiled widely and nervously. This was her first after all and probably his…millionth. "Nerves."
He grinned. "You'll be great. Don't worry Phoebe. I know the guy who's having the party. He'll give us space." He put the car in park as they sat in front of the loud warehouse. He got out of the car and walked up to the boarded down doors.
Phoebe sat in the car, completely forgotten. She rolled her eyes, so typical of him. She dug around in her purse and found the white case that contained her birth control pills. Everything would be okay. It'll be wonderful. Magical...
He ran back up to the car, "You comin' babe?"
She glared at him for a moment but then smiled as he grinned dazzling at her. "Yeah." She pocketed the pills. "Let's go."
She opened the door, wind pushing on the plastic of the window. She met him at the front of the dented hood and took his hand.
The music blared from the boombox and half naked bodies ground against each other. Jared pushed past the sweaty drunken bodies and got to the table full of kegs.
"Thirsty?"
Phoebe nodded. "I could go for a beer."
He smiled. "Okay, why don't you wait over there and I'll bring it to you?" he suggested while pointing to a secluded corner.
Once she left, his friend came over and grunted. "You sure this is gonna work?"
Jared rolled his eyes. "Yes."
"She's a Charmed One. How do you know?"
"Because her powers are bound and she's dead set on being rebellious. It'll be as easy as killing demon scum."
"I'm not going to save your ass when that bitch of a grandmother tries to kill you," he growled while passing over a baggie. "Put some of this in her drink and she'll be all yours."
"What is it?"
"Rohypnol."
Jared pulled out a white pill and ground it between his fingers and dumped it into a cup. He grinned, "When I have her baby, I'll be unstoppable."
His friend glared. "You mean we'll be unstoppable."
"Oh, yes, of course." Jared corrected. "Do you doubt me, Balthazar?"
Cole grabbed his partner by the throat and shoved him against the wall. The drunken humans barely noticing in their foggy haze. "You better not screw me over, Zepar. You know I'll make you pay."
"Calm down. We're brothers, are we not?" He asked with a nervous smile. Balthazar may be his brother, but he was much, much more powerful than him.
He let him go and growled his eyes turning black. "Go."
Jared straightened his shirt and calmly walked over to Phoebe. "Hey, baby." He handed over her drink. "Sorry I took so long."
"It's okay," she said, bringing the cup to her lips and taking a sip as she sat on the metal staircase. "Place is huge."
"Well, for a party like this you need one," Jared sad. "Can't have it up the block. The cops wouldn't think it was fun."
She laughed, taking a long drink, her free hand going to her pocket. This place was just . . . so cold and dreary. She shivered.
"Are you cold?" Jared asked.
She nodded. "A bit."
His friend had his back turned. "Hey, Turner!"
A boy a bit older than him walked over. "Yes, what is it?" He then took notice of Phoebe. "And who is this diamond you brought with you tonight?" he asked, kissing her hand and making her blush.
"Phoebe, this is Cole. His parents own this place," Jared explained.
"Nice to meet you, Cole."
He nodded. "I assume you drug me over here for a reason, other than to meet your date who can easily make any girl here jealous?"
Giving him a 'back-off' look he asked, "Is there a room where she could get warmed up?"
"No, really. I'm fine. You don't need to do that, Jared," she said standing, finding her legs a little wobbly as she grabbed the rail.
Cole smiled. "It's fine, really. There's a place upstairs with a very good heater, Phoebe."
"Oh, are you sure?" she asked, finishing her drink.
"Yeah, it's fine," Cole said taking as he walked away. Jared took her hand and walked her upstairs, quickly noticing how uneven she was. He smiled, picking her up and carrying her. He chuckled, "Had a bit too much to drink?"
She laughed. "I guess, but I really didn't think it was that much."
He grinned. "Well, how often do you drink?"
"Not too much. My sisters are real sticklers, except on the holidays."
"Even then, I bet your grandmother isn't happy."
"Who cares about Grams?" she asked. "Tonight's about you and me. Me and you. You and I. I and you—"
He went to open the door shutting her up and she tried to pull herself up by her arms and kiss him. "Not yet darling, soon, wait until you warm up."
The door swung open, creaking from not being opened in years. A mattress lay on the dusty hardwood floor. It's blankets half on, thin, and had questionable liquids on it. A sole window leaked in the moonlight casting an eerie romantic glow throughout the room. An old small heater sat in the corner of the room.
Jared sat Phoebe on the corner of the bed, pulling off the sheets and tossing them aside. He walked over to the heater, having to kick it a couple of times to get it to start.
Phoebe giggled, the room looking like a master bedroom in her Roofies induced phase. "C'mon, baby, what's taking so long?" He grinned to himself, this was too easy.
Phoebe scooted closer to the heater. "What was that?"
He smiled. "Nothing, just admiring you is all."
She blushed as she shed her jacket onto the floor. "That's better."
He sat next to her. "Good." He wondered how much the Roofies really affected her. She was dressed pretty provocatively for this occasion. She leaned in closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder while outlining his abs with her fingertips.
She pouted when he pushed her away, but upon seeing his bare stomach, her grin couldn't have been wider.
She snuggled against him, so desperate for heat. Her body was freezing! Jared just smiled, looking into her reckless, lust-filled eyes as she moved in closer and kissed him.
Not five minutes later, their clothes lay in a messy pile at the far end of the mattress. Fifteen minutes after, they lay there exhausted—sweaty and panting. Phoebe's head lay on his bare chest as she grabbed the soiled sheets to cover herself as Jared grabbed their clothes.
They dressed quickly and walked downstairs. Cole sat at the bottom of the stairway. "Feel warmer now?" he asked as they rested against the wall so Phoebe could zip her jacket.
She nodded. Her head was still reeling from the beer she had drank and she knew that if Jared hadn't had a hold of her when they were walking, she would've fallen face first onto the concrete.
As they walked away, Cole looked at Jared who winked in acknowledgement. Cole nodded in return.
This was going to be interesting…
Author's note: So what do you think? What'll happen next?
Reviews are much appreciated. Please? Pretty, pretty please, with sprinkles?
Thanks to my co-writer: That70sShowLova! You're the sweetest!
And yes, I am still working on everything else. Its just nice to get a fresh story up evey once in a while. know what I mean?
Next chapter: Chapter 2: Rejected
Piper Chris Melinda Halliwell & That70sShowLova