Prue reached in her purse at the sound of her cell ringing. "Prue Halliwell."
"Yeah I would hope so seeing I that is who I called."
"Phoebe? What's up. I'm waiting for you at P3."
"Yeah, look, meet me at the Manor. I ran into Darryl and I think the three of us need to talk."
Prue could hear the concern in her sisters' voice, "I'll be there in five minutes." She placed her phone down on the seat and drew her mind back to her baby sister and everything she had been through to get Cole out of her life. But even now she knew deep inside that the reason Darryl had stopped by to see Phoebe was because of Coles now disappearance. The whole mess could have been avoided if she had just vanquished him two years ago like she was supposed to, Prue thought as she shifted her vehicle into gear towards home. But as she pulled in the driveway she saw Piper hugging Phoebe who had just gotten out of her car. She pushed back her feelings of the past and focused on being there for her baby sister. "Hey. What's going on?"
Phoebe looked at Prue and stood her ground near Piper. But she soon felt the warmth of her big sisters arms around her. A warmth she relished in, as she placed her arm around Prues waist and the three of them started up the steps to the Manor.
He watched them as they talked and hugged each other. Even after all this time they were still close. But he watched her with them. It was the same as years ago when her sister ruined everything.
"William H. MacSeveney, you are found guilty of break and enter and assault with a deadly weapon. You are hereby sentenced to ten years in Wilkinson Prison. You will have a parole hearing in three years to determine good behaviour." The judge dropped his gavel. His decision final.
He cast a glance behind him as he felt his anger inside boil. Just seeing them together he lunged for the three of them. As the two protected the third, her arm in a cast from his attack.
"You will be mine! I will have you!" he cried out as the guards pulled him from the room.
She watched him until the door to the back rooms closed. She felt her sisters' arms pulling her into a hug as she just let them hold her. She had no more tears to cry, so she just rested her head on their shoulder. Knowing that now everything would be ok.
He starred up at the lights in the Manor and thought back to that night.
He looked across at the large Victorian Manor and as the last light flickered out, he moved quickly. He knew her sisters were both out and that she was all alone. How long had he waited to be with her? How many times had he seen her on campus and all she did was give him a friendly smile, as she past by with her friends?
He had sent her flowers nearly every day. He would secretly place a poem in her book. She never knew whom it was from. Though he watched as she looked around the class. Trying to figure out who it was from.
He would offer her a ride home in the rain when her sister forgot. Or in the sunshine when she wanted to just walk. But each time he would follow her. Watch her exit the car and walk up the steps to the large Manor. He had been in the Manor a few times; when no one was home. He found her room instantly. The first time gently running his hand over her furniture. Along the dresser and then the covers of her bed. He sat down and picked up the picture of her with her two sisters. Then the other one with two other women. He gathered where her mother and Grandmother. She was so tiny then.
How many times had he been in that very room? How many times was he still there when one of them came home? Having to quickly leave through a window from her bedroom.
The sun rose above the Manor casting the front in its shadow. He stretched inside her car as she watched them all leave one by one. He waited a few more moments before getting out of his vehicle and starting across the road. Similar to the many times he had before. Before that night when she came home early.
When the last light went out he made his way quickly across the street. Easing the door open quietly he adjusted his eyes to the darkness. He spotted the stairs easily and started up them. How was this different to any other times when she had been home? He quietly opened her bedroom door and saw her lying in bed. Her hair draped softly against the pillow. He quietly pulled up the chair and sat there just watching her.
He held back his hand as he reached out to touch her hair. It was so soft to look at. He soon found his hand gently stroking the top of her head, careful not to wake her.
But as he looked down at her he saw the light entering from the opened door.
"Who the HELL!"
He stood quickly and held the knife near her throat as he looked down into her fear struck eyes. The quick noise had woken her and now looked up at him in fear. This was not how it was suppose to be. But he grabbed her in his own defense, by the hair and held her between himself and her sister.
"Get back. I'll kill her." his anger at himself in getting caught and his love for holding her so close were confused.
He didn't know how long he had stood there. But he saw the lights outside, the flashing blue and red of the police cruisers. He saw them standing at the doorway to her room. He had toned everyone out of his mind and thoughts. All he cared about was her. She as all she wanted. "You pushed me away. I sent you flowers. I wrote you poems. But you never once even knew it was all from me."
"I didn't know." She answered for her own safety. She felt her tears well up in her eyes as he tightened his grasp on her.
"You knew! It was only you I offered rides to. The ride on the Ferris wheel at the park that day."
She tried to wrap her mind what he was saying. But most of it made no sense. But some did. How long had he been watching her? Following her? She looked up into her sisters face and saw the same fear and concern. How long had this guy been stalking her sister?
Suddenly everything went so fast, she felt her world go black, as she heard the shot ring out. Before that, the searing pain across her chest and arm where the knife slashed at her, as she fell to the floor. She heard the screams and yells briefly before nothing.
He walked around the living room. Brushing his hand along the back of the couch. He then slowly made his way up to her room. Opening the door he went straight to the dresser. Opening it up, he ran his hands along the garments that she wore. Each bra and panties that she owned. He picked one pair up and lifted it to his face, taking in the scent of her being. Closing his eyes he felt himself getting aroused at just the smell of her. He quickly pulled himself together as he tucked the panties in his pocket and moved to the next drawer.
Everything in the room sent chills through him. Even the picture of her with her sisters. She had some with the three of them. And then some with just the two of them. He held a three sided picture in his hand. The three in the middle with a shot of her with each one separate on either side. He ran his hand over them before taking the one out of its frame. He glared down at her, she was the one that came home early and caught him in her room. He tore at the picture once, and then again and again and again. Each time adding the pieces together to the point he couldn't tear them all together. Leaving the tiny pieces on the floor.
He turned quickly when he heard a door open and close. He left the room and stood at the top of the stairs so as not to be seen. He watched as she walked through the house, it wasn't her but it was her sister. But it was not her he wanted it was the other one. So he stepped quietly down the stairs and out the front door. Getting in his car and driving off to his apartment. Until next time, he thought. Until then I will see you and watch you every day.
She ran in the house completely forgetting what she needed.
"Hey. What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"I just got here." Phoebe answered as she made her way through the kitchen.
"So did I." Piper laughed, having seen that they both forgot something on there way to work. "Hey Phoebs?"
"Yeah?" Phoebe stopped and looked back at Piper.
There was something in her little sisters' eyes. The same something that usually was there when she was up to something. "Don't your dare try anything for my birthday. Because believe me if your do. I WILL find a way to freeze you and what happens after, well it won't be pretty for you. Got it?" Piper challenged her sister.
She knew Phoebe would be planning something. But she wasn't much into celebrating her birthday this year. Not to mention that it was her 30th and she wasn't ready to deal with that just yet. "Got it?" she questioned again as she saw Phoebe hold her look for another moment before running out of the room. "Phoebe trust me on this. You do anything you WILL be sorry you were born!" Piper yelled after her as she picked up the box she forgot and went out the back door.
He sat in his car outside the building she was in. His mind whirling until he could see her again. He looked down at the picture beside him. They never did her justice as he held his eyes on the door knowing she would come out soon for lunch. Probably off to meet one of her sisters. But instead what he saw was her car pulling in to the parking lot. Where had she been? She never leaves work before lunch. Did she go and see him? She didn't even now what sat on her desk waiting for her. But he smiled inwardly as she walked with confidence into the building, knowing that she would get his present soon.
She made her way down the hall and into the busy work area.
"Someone has an admirer."
"Lucky girl."
The questions came from everyone she past by. She looked at each one confused as she got closer to her destination. But she stopped at the door as the large bouquet of flowers took over her entire desk.
She walked around them looking for the card. "No card."
She kept looking despite the voice at the doorway. "Nothing."
"Nope. We don't even know which florists. So any ideas?" someone said
"None. Can we maybe put them in the front lobby? I can't even find my desk to work." she said ass he tried to move the arrangment as gently as possible to ge to her work.
"Sure, I'll call someone. Looks like you have a fan." She said before she left her to her curious gift.
"Yeah. I guess I do." She answered as she sat at her desk looking up at them. Wondering who they could be from.
He waited for her to leave again but she never did. She always took lunch. Why was today any different? He got out of the car and started for the building and made his way to where she worked. When he opened the door he was shocked, and then angered that his floral arrangement was in the lobby for all to enjoy. They were for her, not anyone else. Again she was rejecting him just like she had in the past. He looked at the arrangement one last time and stormed from the room slamming the door behind him. She would not reject him this time. This time he would win her love. Or she would die for his.
