The girl nodded silently, still reliving the recent horror. The man sat down on the side of the bed and put his arms round the girl protectively. She sniffled and hid her face in his chest.
'Shh, everything's okay, you're safe'
He cursed inwardly. She hadn't had these nightmares for a long time and he hoped they'd cease at all but the recent demon attack triggered the whole thing again. At least he wanted to think it was the attack because if the Avatars had finally found them... he didn't know if anything could help them. But first of all he had to soothe his daughter.
'Do you want me to stay with you'
'Please' she whispered.
The man lay down holding his child against his chest. She cuddled up to her father trembling slightly, in search of safety and reassurance. After some time her breath steadied, he thought she must be falling asleep. He started when she suddenly said:
'I wonder if I'll ever see her face'
'What'
'The face of that woman in my dream. I never see her, I only hear her voice and the voices of another two. And then everything goes black'
'Let's hope you'll never see this nightmare again'
But she shook her head:
'No, I will. It was that dream'
That dream. He stiffened. The dream of being killed before even being born. Being killed by her own mother. Most of all he wished his little girl wouldn't have to deal with her parents' mistakes, would never learn the truth about her mother. But it was difficult to let go of the past. It kept haunting him - and his daughter. She'd already had several premonitions about the future and there was a possibility one day she would see her past as well. And that was going to be the most terrible day in his life.
The man looked down at his daughter and saw that she had fallen asleep clinging tightly to his arm. Bitterness rose in his heart.
'Damn you, Phoebe Halliwell. You had every right to kill me but our daughter isn't guilty of anything. How could you do this to her? How could you believe the Seer's lie?' No answers. And no remedy for his pain. And another sleepless night for Cole Turner.
Phoebe Halliwell couldn't sleep. And frankly speaking, insomnia was not new to the witch since she received her empathic power. Time and again she felt outbursts of others' emotions and though she had learned to shut them off, they still echoed somewhere at the back of her conscience and made her feel moody. The nagging sensation that awoke her now, however, had already become familiar. More than once had Phoebe sat on her bed like that unable to neither quell it nor drive away and she knew that the only way was to wait. It usually didn't last more than an hour and then she could be almost sure it wouldn't bother her for several days at least. In fact, last time the break lasted for almost a month and Phoebe sincerely hoped the fits would stop at all, but her hope proved to be vain. Once more she was sitting now and staring in the darkness and trying not to let the wrench take over her. Because then - and she knew that for sure - nothing would be able to stop the flow of bitter memories she was trying to forget so hard. She wasn't ready to face her past yet... and wondered if ever would be.
That morning Piper
was really pissed off. Yesterday night they had to save Paige whose
reckless plan to vanquish a demon on her own turned out to be a
complete disaster and as a result she had been captured in the
Underworld without any means to contact her sisters. After the hours of
running and hiding in dark musty passages they finally found her and
hardly avoided being killed - though it wasn't a real trap the demon
had foreseen the possibility of their arrival. It was only thanks to
the Power of Three that they had escaped, not to mention Phoebe's
improvised spell. And only two hours later Paige came up with the idea
of finding and destroying Bonk, the demon whose bloody victim list ran
up to thousands! Since Prue's death Piper had never been so close to
turning into a Fury again. She ran out of the room and slammed the
door, the only plain thought in her head being to keep her hands in the
pockets not to blow anything up. When the eldest Halliwell had finally
calmed down it was already 4 a.m. and only 4 hours of sleep left. Wyatt
wouldn't let her sleep any longer, no one but her in this house could
prepare a decent breakfast for a 5-year-old. Piper walked into the
kitchen irritated beyond all measure, only to see Wyatt orbing sweets
to himself behind Phoebe's back. 'Phoebe! If you can't look after your
nephew you shouldn't bring him to the kitchen! Now he won't eat his
breakfast!' 'Oh honey, I'm sorry, but he's just impossible to keep an
eye on. Bye, sweetie, I love you' one last glance in the mirror and the
incomparable Phoebe Halliwell was gone to work.
'You can't even imagine how much I love you' Piper hissed after her.
She
truly hoped nothing else would fall on her during the next hour - her
patience was most definitely wearing thin. But this morning the world
apparently wasn't going to leave the witch in peace. Just as she
finally turned to the stove she heard the familiar tinkling behind her
back followed by Paige's cheerful voice:
'Hey, Leo! Nice to see you again'
On top of all things...
Paige must have noticed her sister's state because she added in a conspirational whisper:
'But you better call on later, Piper's really not in the mood today'
But the man just couldn't leave in peace:
'Anything happened'
'In fact, yes' Piper's self-control came to an end. 'You've come here. What is it you want'
'The
Elders told me...' Piper stiffened. 'I was sent to tell you' he quickly
corrected himself noticing her reaction, 'that a new power has come to
this world'
'Good or evil?' Paige was all business.
'They don't know. It hasn't revealed itself yet'
'Then what does it have to do with us'
'You must find him... or her. And bring to the side of good, if possible'
Paige frowned.
'I don't understand. Do you mean this power... is a person'
'Yeah' Piper replied all of a sudden. And continued bitterly:
'Probably a child. Someone born with special gifts only to become another pawn in this play'
She turned away to the stove abruptly. An awkward silence fell over the kitchen. At last Leo broke it:
'No
one can change the fact that this person has great powers. But you can
help him or her to learn how to control them or...' he shot a glance at
his ex-wife, '...or how to bind them'
'And if he's evil we'll gladly assist him in getting rid of all this stuff,' Paige concluded. 'Great'
'Anything else?' Piper asked without turning her head.
'No, that's all'
'Then you better go back... where you belong'
For
a second Leo seemed to be hesitating but Piper's cold voice didn't
leave much room for discussion. With a heavy sigh he orbed out.
Little
Pat's presence always had a wholesome effect on Cole, however nasty his
mood might be, but that morning even the sight of his daughter's
cheerful face couldn't abate the gnawing uneasiness. Her powers were
starting to reveal themselves - the witch's ones as well as demonic, -
she had already had several premonitions not to mention a couple of
small fireballs which proved to be high-tension enough to set a chair
ablaze. And as for shimmering... Cole suppressed a groan. Well,
fortunately none of the upper echelons had noticed their little
accidents... and not so little too... or so it seemed. He was almost
sure that neither Elders nor Avatars and certainly not the Source would
wait for Pat's powers to grow and rather try to get her as soon as
possible. Suddenly he realized his daughter was asking something.
'Uh? Sorry, Pat, I'm just sleepy'
'What
jam do you want - apricot or cherry?' the girl repeated with mock
seriousness. She obviously enjoyed playing a cook and the earnest look
she had while making sandwiches would undoubtedly win Piper's heart.
'Cherry, please, chef Turner'
'Here.' It looked like Pat considered
an air of importance to be a chef's distinguishing feature. 'I'm going
to learn how to cook,' she stated firmly plastering jam on her piece of
bread. 'Not only sandwiches but everything I like.' 'And when I grow up
I will have my own restaurant,' she continued after a short pause, her
bright blue eyes sparkling at the idea. 'And what about your dream to
become a hairdresser?' Cole teased her. He liked it when Pat started
choosing a profession, especially because of the wide range of her
dreams. About a week ago she was wavering between the career of a
hairdresser and a luring perspective of traveling around the world as a
guide, and here is the fresh idea of a restaurant. 'I'll work as a
hairdresser in the morning and then go to my restaurant,' she explained
happily. 'And I won't have to choose'
Cole
smirked. His daughter's resourcefulness always surprised him. He only
wished she'd never had to use it for running and hiding. And he
certainly was going to do his best to let her avoid such a lot.
This is my first fanfic, pleeease, review! Should I continue? And I'm Russian so sorry in advance for all grammar faults!