Chapter Twenty-Eight: Outside In

Synopsis:
Christy's plan of getting her hands on the Grimoire are threatened by the very temple in which it has been placed. Will she reach the evil volume and become the next Source of All Evil?


Christy hit the door once more, the one door that had appeared out of nowhere when the temple had been revealed. She couldn't afford to lose any more time now that the Charmed Ones certainly were on her tracks – not that they could enter here but still they remained unpredictable.

She stared for a time at the heavy carved oak barrier and it burst out in one fiery leap directly coming from the Fires of Hell. She stepped forward on the white-marble floor, not even waiting for the flames to die down.

Oh yeah, they were gonna pay for taking her sister away from her. What were they thinking? They could come! She would be waiting for them. After all, all this was for them. She would track down the mortal of the eldest and kill him before his wife's very eyes. Yeah, that sounded like a plan … and the others would suffer that much as well.

The room she now stepped in was that of the Grimoire's altar, though the tome was now encased in a glass protection, certainly magical.

Messrs and Mmes Love, Defenders and Normal-Lives would be the first to die under her reign as Queen of the Underworld, then would come the Elders for allowing the condemned Halliwells to pervert her baby sister – and all those standing between Billie and her would be disposed of in a spark of fire. She had ordered her minions to spare her life back at the fair … She wondered if her baby sister had had the guts to tell her darling Charmed Ones about that

She walked on a little further, still not paying any more attention than before to the strange cross-like carvings everywhere, until a figure rose out of thin air just in front of her. It was a translucent grey almost like that of a ghost but not quite – or more accurately not of the ghost of someone, judging by the small, pointed horns protruding from its temples, the complete absence of ordinary limbs that are arms and legs, and the missing traits of its face.

It addressed her by means of telepathy, through many different voices; one high-pitched, another hollow, one masculine and one feminine, to name but a few; she had the feeling it was several people actually talking at once.

"Your intentions are not pure; you shall not reach the altar. Death will ensue if you lay a finger on that book."

"And what d'you think I want that book for, scum?" Christy shot back telepathically. "Get out of my way."

"Death shall prevail, whether it is yours or others'. Do not touch the book."

"Now!" she shouted out loud and sent a telepathic blow so powerful it dissolved the figure. "Let's go back to the serious matter then," she said casually, stepping further once again.


I love writing about Christy, she's so twisted :-) Three to go! Review ;-)