Paige Matthews stood looking into a full length mirror in her bedroom in
the manor, she added the finishing touches to her makeup, fluffed her hair
and headed downstairs, carefull to close the door behind her. Quietly
making
her way down the creaky old stairs, she cringed as one of the stairs
creaked, it was late....too late and she didn;t want to wake up her
sleeping
sisters. Grabbing her coat and purse she headed out the door, careful to
lock and close it quietly.
It had been early in the afternoon when she had gotten a call from and old friend, or at least thats what he had called himself. After 3 years she thought she would never see him again, she accepted it and moved on, but apparently he hadn't. She hadn't mentioned it to Piper of Phoebe, they tended to worry over nothing, and they didn't need any extra stress.
She had decided to drive to the bar where they were meeting, driving occupied her mind to a degree, gave her something to concentrate on, other that what Nicolas wanted. Paige didn;t know what it was about him but she never could refuse him, even at the worst of times. Once upon a time they had been in love, but that had slowly faded until like a flower it withered and died.
Standing on the street she peered up at the tacky flashing sign,"Gimbels", she took a deep breath and pushed open the door, making a face at the overall delapatated state of the bar. Her eyes scanned the room then settled on a dark figure sitting on a rusted bar stool, as if on cue, the stool swivelled and faced her, it's occupant waving her over. "Hey babe, long time no see...Want a drink"
Paige rolled her eyes and sat next to him.
"ummm...no...thanks....What do you want nicolas, it's like 2 am"
He stared at her, pushing aside a sudden urge to backhand her.
"oh come now, is that the way your going to treat an old friend?"
"You are hardly a friend, now what is it you want" Years ago she would never have dared talk to him this way, but she felt a lot more confident than she had back then, things were different now.
Nicolas lost control momentarily, and slapped her across her delicate face. "What I want, is you Paige. You owe me, and you know it.
It had been early in the afternoon when she had gotten a call from and old friend, or at least thats what he had called himself. After 3 years she thought she would never see him again, she accepted it and moved on, but apparently he hadn't. She hadn't mentioned it to Piper of Phoebe, they tended to worry over nothing, and they didn't need any extra stress.
She had decided to drive to the bar where they were meeting, driving occupied her mind to a degree, gave her something to concentrate on, other that what Nicolas wanted. Paige didn;t know what it was about him but she never could refuse him, even at the worst of times. Once upon a time they had been in love, but that had slowly faded until like a flower it withered and died.
Standing on the street she peered up at the tacky flashing sign,"Gimbels", she took a deep breath and pushed open the door, making a face at the overall delapatated state of the bar. Her eyes scanned the room then settled on a dark figure sitting on a rusted bar stool, as if on cue, the stool swivelled and faced her, it's occupant waving her over. "Hey babe, long time no see...Want a drink"
Paige rolled her eyes and sat next to him.
"ummm...no...thanks....What do you want nicolas, it's like 2 am"
He stared at her, pushing aside a sudden urge to backhand her.
"oh come now, is that the way your going to treat an old friend?"
"You are hardly a friend, now what is it you want" Years ago she would never have dared talk to him this way, but she felt a lot more confident than she had back then, things were different now.
Nicolas lost control momentarily, and slapped her across her delicate face. "What I want, is you Paige. You owe me, and you know it.
