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Three Brothers' Secrets

Chapter 2

Figure in Black

As the sun shone through the bedroom window, Tyler groaned with a start. Because of last night, he was experiencing a really bad headache. Oh how he hated hangovers. Slowly he sat up on the bed, and immediately covered his eyes to shield them from the sun. "Ouuuuch..." With his eyes closed, he managed to find a pair of sunglasses he put on. Hopefully it could help him get rid of the headache, and of course three aspirins. Slowly he got off the bed and made his way out to the hall. Nobody was out there, but he could smell breakfast being made. Instantly he knew Andrew was up. His brother definitely inherited the art of cooking from their grandmother. Tyler entered the kitchen and sat down on one of the chairs. "Can you bring me some aspirin, please?" Andrew looked behind him with a wide grin. Without saying anything, he took out the bottle and went over to hand it to his brother. "Thanks."

Andrew smirked now and asked if his brother felt alright. Tyler rolled his eyes, which made his head hurt more, and popped two aspirins. "I guess it's too late to say good morning, huh? Breakfast?" Tyler mumbled something his brother couldn't catch. Andrew was just placing pancakes onto a plate when Chris entered the kitchen. He just sat down, without saying a word, which struck Tyler as odd because he would always tease his brother about having hangovers. "Are you okay?" Chris just gave him a look that said, "Please, don't ask." Chris got up to get a glass, and then he poured some orange juice into it. "Well? You better answer me, cause I know that expression anywhere." Chris glared at his brother, and still didn't say anything. Andrew walked over and placed a plate of food down. "If he doesn't wanna talk about it, he doesn't have to." Chris sighed, and muttered how they were gonna find out somehow. He got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the front door to grab the envelope he had received last night. After he showed his brothers, Tyler seemed to forget all about the headache and took off the sunglasses for a better look. "What the fuck, who sent this!?" Chris shrugged, without saying anything and began to eat a pancake. Andrew read the message to himself, while Tyler checked out the dead rose.

"We should take these to the cops. They could get fingerprints off of this." Chris shook his head, and asked if maybe they could just cast a spell or something to see who sent it. Andrew patted his shoulder and told him that maybe the cops could help. "Yeah, but, every time we ask the cops for any help, it always bites us in the ass." Andrew pointed out that usually only happened during magical cover ups. As far as they knew, this was just a sick stalker who got pleasure out of freaking people out. "Or just me... I mean if other people were experiencing it, we'd probably hear about it." Tyler put the letter and the dead rose in the envelope and told his brother he would take them to the police. "And I promise if they don't find anything, we'll deal with this alone." Chris made a sigh, but knew he wouldn't be able to change Tyler's mind. After breakfast, they cleaned the dishes, and the three brothers went to their separate activities.

Chris decided to walk along the beach, as he tried to do his best to clear his mind. He wasn't going to let any of this bother him. It wasn't worth it. Sitting down in the sand, he looked out at the ocean. It was the only thing that could calm him. "What to do, what to do..." He laid down and closed his eyes. He felt the wind all over him. "You're sure here a lot." Chris opened his eyes and saw a woman, around Tyler's age, above him. The woman sat down next to him, "So, what's up?" Chris sat up and brushed away some of the sand on him. "Eh. Nothing really. Enjoying life." The woman rolled her eyes, and stated she always knew when he was lying. "Actually I know when all three of you are lying. You can't get anything past me. C'mon, whats up?" Chris gave the woman a look, and sighed. "It's a very long story, Laur." Laurel Bishop knew the Halliwell's about a year or so before they moved. She and Tyler actually had sort've a romance before they broke it off for whatever reason.

"Well... there's just this creep going around. Watching me." Laurel immediately looked concerned and asked if he had a clue to who the person was. Chris shook his head however, saying he had absolutely no idea. "God. If I had a fucking creeper watching me, I'd fucking hunt the bitch down and kill him. Or her." Chris smirked. One thing he really admired was Laurels attitude. He remembered watching her beat the shit out of Tyler once, and she had him cracking up, rolling on the floor. Afterwards, Tyler felt so "betrayed" and complained how lame it was that Chris didn't help him out, but Laurel tore him a new one and demanded he leave Chris alone. Something almost similar happened to Andrew. Laurel was like their lifesaver or something like that. Laurel was laying on her side, looking deep in thought. She was a fan of the whole CSI thing, so maybe she could help her little buddy out. "Well, I'll be honest with you, it probably won't stop. But, I promise I am now on the case, and I will do anything in my power to catch the creep. By the way, the cops probably won't be any help. They'll probably thing it's a prank or something. Unless you have solid evidence." Chris groaned. He told her Tyler was going to try to get the cops to pick up a possible fingerprint or whatever. Scoffing, Laurel told him she doubted there would be fingerprints. "If this guy's smart, which I hope he isn't for your sake, they won't find anything."

The woman got up from the ground, and helped Chris up. "If you run across the creep, or anything, call me before going to the cops. I can help a lot more than them." Chris nodded and thanked the girl before they said goodbye. Laurel was walking away, but she stopped and turned around. "Hey by the way, can you tell Tyler to call me?" Chris smirked and asked if she was planning on getting back together with him. She snorted though, and told him to dream on. Laughing, Chris told her he would tell Tyler and the two walked off. Laurel got off the beach and headed down the walk. She passed many stores and people along the way. She wasn't looking when she crashed into someone. "Oh my god, I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." She was interrupted with a "No it's okay, it was my fault." Laurel looked at the guy she crashed into, and offered a smile. "Oh, Craig. I didn't know it was you, otherwise I wouldn't have said sorry." She gave him a sarcastic smile and started to walk past him. "Oh my dear Laurel, I see you haven't changed a bit."

The woman stopped and looked back at the man. Ugh, how dare he speak to her like that?! Laurel hadn't been a fan of Craig's for a long time. If she could, she'd run him out of this paradise city. Sadly, he declared he wasn't going anywhere. Passing him by, Laurel told him she didn't have anything to say to him. Craig smirked and turned to face her, "You seem pretty close to the Halliwell's, huh?" The girl stopped and turned to give Craig the meanest glare she could make. "Yeah, so? I was in a relationship with Tyler before. What's it to you?!" Craig approached the girl and just gave her a shrug. "Nothing really... I'm just trying to watch out for them." Scoffing, Laurel rolled her eyes and turned back around. She told the man while walking away that the only one watching out for them, was her. Craig continued to smile while he walked away.

Laurel kept looking back to see if Craig was following her. She had expressed her distrust of Craig to Tyler, but Tyler told her time and time again Craig was harmless. Yeah, that was for her to find out. She stopped at a little restaurant and bought herself a cup of rice pudding with cinnamon. "Thank you." She gave the clerk the money and began to walk again. Her thoughts were on the creep that Chris had told her about. She needed to go over to the boys' place to see if there were any signs of an unwanted guest being there. She took a spoonful of the pudding and placed it in her mouth when her cell phone began to go off. "Crap..." She quickly put the spoon back in the paper bowl and took out the phone, "Yeah, Laurel here." She waited to listen for an answer, but it didn't come. She checked the number, and it was local but it wasn't one she recognized. "Hello? Anyone there?" When the caller hung up, Laurel rolled her eyes. "Stupid pranks."

Once she was at the boys', she walked up to the front door. She knocked a couple of times, waiting for an answer, but one didn't come. "Hello? Anyone here?" She sighed, and turned around to look at her surroundings. She could see a few people walk along the boardwalk, but they weren't interested in what she was doing. Crossing her arms, she started to turn back to the door until someone caught her eye. It was a person in black clothing, and it looked by they were watching her. "Gotcha, creep." She began to run towards the person, calling out the them. "Hey! Hey, stop!" The mysterious person immediately began to run off, and Laurel was trying her hardest to catch up to the guy. "Stop! I want to talk to you!"

Along the way, she managed to lose him, which upset her greatly. What troubled her was, was that she shouldn't have lost him. It was as if he disappeared by the means of... "Magic." She said aloud. This was not going to make the boys happy. She accessed her contacts and pressed the call button. With the phone against her ear, she waited for someone to pick up. "Tyler, come home. I think I saw the guy who's been bothering your brother." She hung up the device, and put it back in her pocket. "Trust me bastard, I will get you." She promised and she turned around to walk back to the Halliwell's place.