A/N: Dominus, yay you are back! =) im so very glad you enjoyed the three chapters and I love how you call them chappies. I've always thought, well fantasized haha, what the Power of Three would be like without Phoebe too so I hope you like what I've done here! (but im very happy you like the spell, its so fun writing spells) =)
Lizardmomma, Reina, and WyaRose Feeing-alone-charmed-always- thank you so much for your kind reviews =) hmmm who could the mystery person be? How is he related to Phoebe and her "naughty sisters?"
"You did perfectly well," the Seer whispered seductively, the gold runes that covered her body glinted languidly in her flame lit chambers.
Abbey smiled and rubbed her head along the side of the Seer's body. "Why, thank you." She raked her nails down the Seer's bare arms and pressed her head closer and deeper. "And that escape spell was so," she paused, purring in content as the Seer ran her hands down her body, "gentle."
"Only for you," the Seer laughed, her voice throaty and rich. "And you are certain that they believed you?"
"Very. Although the eldest has a one-track mind and would focus her energies on casting the resurrection spell first, she will very soon go after the generals of our," Abbey paused again, and made air quotes as she continued, "lord."
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Piper handed a steaming mug of tea to Paige and felt her forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you sure you're okay?" Though she was no longer trembling, Piper noticed that Paige's face was still slick and shiny with a fine sheen of sweat.
Paige took a tiny sip of the spelled tea and nodded. "I am, really. And thank you for this," she raised her mug and gave Piper a weak smile. "I've never completely mastered this healing spell."
A small sound came from across the room, which made Piper look at the eldest Halliwell sitting by the windows, and made Paige glance nervously around the room. Prue scoffed and rolled their eyes at them, shaking her head and returning her gaze to the Book of Shadows sprawled open on her lap.
"Excuse me," Piper said and gave Paige's shoulder a little squeeze. She crossed the room to where Prue was sitting and gave her her own steaming mug of tea. She studied her elder sister carefully, and after deducing that Prue was fine other than a head full of disheveled hair, she pulled a chair and sat in front of her, crossing her hands firmly in front of her. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"The spell didn't work, Piper," Prue replied, her tone icy. "If you weren't so busy fawning over the white lighter, you might be able to see that fact. We have all the ingredients, I brought her here, despite my misgivings, and nothing!" An empty chair crashed into a far wall, and broke in two.
"Cut her some slack, Prue," Piper said patiently. She played the role of mediating middle sister like second skin, placating her hot-headed eldest sister and defending her youngest. The thought suddenly made her weary, and reminded her of the times she had to play middle sister for Prue and Phoebe. "She isn't adept at spell casting as us. Just give her time. We'll cast the spell again."
"She can't even cast a healing spell," Prue spat harshly and a little too loudly. "I'm telling you, Piper…"
Before Prue had the chance to finish her sentence, her face grew slack, and she felt something pulling at her mind, tiny hands clawing at her and pulling her down. Spots of color danced before her eyes, and the last thing she remembered was Piper standing over her and Paige rushing towards her before everything went black.
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"Who…?" Phoebe tried to talk, but her throat and mouth were dry, her tongue hung heavy in her mouth. She squinted, trying to focus on the figure standing in front of her.
"Oh, where are my manners," the figure in front of her chuckled. "It's Dr. Curtis Williamson, Phoebe. It's time to get more of that magical blood of yours. But wait, given your powers, I'm sure you already knew that." He chuckled again at his own joke as he took another step towards Phoebe. "Doctor's orders." Another chuckle, another step.
Phoebe tried to move, but found that her hands and legs were bound. She cleared her throat, and tried to speak again. "Doc…tor," she rasped.
"Those ropes? My idea," Dr. Williamson murmured as he knelt in front of Phoebe. "We can't have you levitating and flying around like Harry Houdini, now can we?" He laughed again as he wrapped a cold hand around Phoebe's elbow, looking for a vein and applying pressure.
As Phoebe's eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, she saw that the doctor was holding an empty syringe, its needle poised above the veins in her elbow. She observed that Dr. Williamson appeared normal enough, wearing a white lab coat as he always did back when Piper had contracted the rare Oroya fever; however, Phoebe was surprised that his face had changed. Moss green veins ran along his cheeks, and his lips were a yellow-green color. Phoebe also noticed that his voice had become harder, deeper, almost robotic.
Pulling her eyes away, her vision swam as she forced herself to study her surroundings, looking for clues that could tell her where she was. She turned her head slowly, and found herself in a windowless room surrounded by padded walls that were as white as the harsh lights that bathed the room. A thick silver door was set into the wall in front of her, barred and locked. I'm trapped, she thought. Phoebe knew that there was no way out, that she was bound tightly, and even if I could get out, where would I go? She thought, sinking deeper and deeper into desperation. An idea suddenly came to her, almost by instinct. My body can't get out, but that doesn't mean my mind can't. She immediately closed her eyes, and began to murmur the words of her spell, ignoring Dr. Williamson as he worked his thumb around her elbow.
"Now, Ms. Halliwell," Dr. Williamson suddenly said in his metallic voice, interrupting her chant. "This will only hurt a little." He looked at Phoebe, a smile tugging at his lips. "Okay, no wait, I lied," he said as he jammed the needle into Phoebe's vein, laughing as he drew blood.
Phoebe took a sharp intake of breath as the needle punctured her skin, and spots of color exploded in her mind's eye again. But she ignored the pain, and hurriedly continued to whisper the words of her spell, her lips trembling as she grew light-headed and dizzy, both from the blood loss and spell-casting. As the last two words of the spell left her lips, she felt darkness eating away at her, and before finally giving in, she muttered Thank you, Prue as white lights exploded from her body and rose towards the ceiling.