~Part Thirteen~
"Daddy!" yelled a pretty little girl with light brown pigtails. "I'm so glad your home."
"Where's mommy?" asked Cole.
"She's in the other room with Jordan," said the little girl.
"Ok."
Cole walked into the room where Phoebe sat with a little boy who had very similar features as the little girl. "Jordan, Jersey, go play outside. Get Christina and Tim to go with you."
"Mommy, can we go to Uncle Leo and Aunt Piper's house, please? We want to play with Melinda."
"Go ahead, and remember to play with all of Melinda's brothers and sisters, not just Melinda."
"Aw. Do we have to? We don't like them, just Melinda."
"Play with all of them," Cole put in the final word.
"Christina! Tim! Come on! Let's go play at Melinda's house!" A teenage girl and a ten-year-old boy walked down the stairs and took the two squirming six-year-olds out of the house.
"We'll be back by seven, Mom and Dad," said Christina, the elder one of the two.
"Ok. See you later!" said Phoebe. The four children walked out of the house and walked down the three blocks that would lead them to the manor from where Phoebe had so many memories.
Phoebe and Cole walked around the house, cleaning and getting supper ready. All of a sudden, the telephone rang.
"Mom?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Tim? What's wrong?" asked Phoebe. She sensed the impatience and the anxiety in his voice.
"A demon Mom. There was a demon waiting in front of the house for us."
"What?" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Mom, the demon hurt Christina. Leo's not home. We need help!"
"Anything else? Where are Jersey and Jordan?" Phoebe frantically said. She motioned for Cole to grab the first aide kit and she took the phone and started walking towards the manor.
"The demon took them!"
"What?" Phoebe felt herself go limp.
"I tried to use my powers, but I'm not used to them yet, and you and Dad told me not to unless it was an emergency, and it was an emergency, but this demon was a big black cloud of smoke. He went all over Jordan and Jersey and then they were gone!"
"It's ok, it's not your fault!" Phoebe said, trying to calm the nerves of her second eldest child. Tim was always insecure because he had inherited his mothers' powers, and they weren't always powers that could be depended on.
"But my levitation didn't stop them! I jumped high and tried to kick it, but it didn't work. I kicked right through it!"
"Tim, you tried, right?" Phoebe asked him.
"Yeah, as hard as I could."
"Then there was nothing more you could have done. Now listen to me. Dad and I are almost there. I need you to keep Christina calm until we come."
"Right. I see you."
"Bye Tim, we'll be there in a few minutes." Phoebe hung up.
"What is it, darling?" asked Cole.
"A big, black cloud of smoke took Jersey and Jordan, and Christina is injured." They hurried down the street. "Leo isn't home or so Tim said." They got to the sidewalk right in front of the manor. Then they walked up the stairs and saw Tim kneeing on the ground next to Christina. Christina was bleeding from a gash in her right arm and she had passed out. She was on her stomach, and there was blood coming out of her chest also. Cole put on the rubber gloves in the kit, and started to treat Christina.
"Tim, come with me," Phoebe said to her son. They walked up to the door of the manor and rang it. Sure enough, nobody was home. A car pulled up in front of the house. Leo stepped out of it with Melinda and a little boy and an older girl in tow. He ran up the stairs. "What happened?" He asked franticly.
"Some demon. Leo, can you heal her?" Tim ran off with Melinda and her siblings up the stairs to find the book of shadows for Phoebe.
Leo walked over to Christina. He placed his hand over the wound in her arm. The light shown over her arm and he healed the wound. But Christina didn't wake up. Leo turned her over. In her stomach was a small knife. He pulled it out, and tried to heal her.
"I'm sorry, Phoebe. I can't heal the dead."
"What."
"She's dead. Some warlock killed her and stole her powers."
Phoebe started sobbing. Cole ran over and held her. Her two youngest were missing, and her eldest dead.
"I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead." Echoed through Phoebe's mind.
"Phoebe? Phoebe, wake up, it's time to go!"
"She's dead. She's dead."
"Pheebs, wake up!"
"What?" Phoebe shot up in bed. Leo and Cole were standing over her. Cole had a very disturbed look on his face.
"You were crying in your sleep." He stated, pointing to her wet pillowcase, "What were you dreaming about."
"The future." Said Phoebe. "But I'm going to make sure it never happens that way. Let's go home, I'll tell you the whole thing later." But she was troubled. She had never had a dream that was so vivid as that one had been. She wasn't sure if it had been a premonition or a dream, but whatever it had been, she wasn't about to let it come true. "Let's go home." She said more confidently. She took Leo and Cole's hands and the three of them orbed/shimmered back to the manor. Phoebe looked around her.
"It's good to be going home," she said.
"Daddy!" yelled a pretty little girl with light brown pigtails. "I'm so glad your home."
"Where's mommy?" asked Cole.
"She's in the other room with Jordan," said the little girl.
"Ok."
Cole walked into the room where Phoebe sat with a little boy who had very similar features as the little girl. "Jordan, Jersey, go play outside. Get Christina and Tim to go with you."
"Mommy, can we go to Uncle Leo and Aunt Piper's house, please? We want to play with Melinda."
"Go ahead, and remember to play with all of Melinda's brothers and sisters, not just Melinda."
"Aw. Do we have to? We don't like them, just Melinda."
"Play with all of them," Cole put in the final word.
"Christina! Tim! Come on! Let's go play at Melinda's house!" A teenage girl and a ten-year-old boy walked down the stairs and took the two squirming six-year-olds out of the house.
"We'll be back by seven, Mom and Dad," said Christina, the elder one of the two.
"Ok. See you later!" said Phoebe. The four children walked out of the house and walked down the three blocks that would lead them to the manor from where Phoebe had so many memories.
Phoebe and Cole walked around the house, cleaning and getting supper ready. All of a sudden, the telephone rang.
"Mom?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Tim? What's wrong?" asked Phoebe. She sensed the impatience and the anxiety in his voice.
"A demon Mom. There was a demon waiting in front of the house for us."
"What?" Phoebe exclaimed.
"Mom, the demon hurt Christina. Leo's not home. We need help!"
"Anything else? Where are Jersey and Jordan?" Phoebe frantically said. She motioned for Cole to grab the first aide kit and she took the phone and started walking towards the manor.
"The demon took them!"
"What?" Phoebe felt herself go limp.
"I tried to use my powers, but I'm not used to them yet, and you and Dad told me not to unless it was an emergency, and it was an emergency, but this demon was a big black cloud of smoke. He went all over Jordan and Jersey and then they were gone!"
"It's ok, it's not your fault!" Phoebe said, trying to calm the nerves of her second eldest child. Tim was always insecure because he had inherited his mothers' powers, and they weren't always powers that could be depended on.
"But my levitation didn't stop them! I jumped high and tried to kick it, but it didn't work. I kicked right through it!"
"Tim, you tried, right?" Phoebe asked him.
"Yeah, as hard as I could."
"Then there was nothing more you could have done. Now listen to me. Dad and I are almost there. I need you to keep Christina calm until we come."
"Right. I see you."
"Bye Tim, we'll be there in a few minutes." Phoebe hung up.
"What is it, darling?" asked Cole.
"A big, black cloud of smoke took Jersey and Jordan, and Christina is injured." They hurried down the street. "Leo isn't home or so Tim said." They got to the sidewalk right in front of the manor. Then they walked up the stairs and saw Tim kneeing on the ground next to Christina. Christina was bleeding from a gash in her right arm and she had passed out. She was on her stomach, and there was blood coming out of her chest also. Cole put on the rubber gloves in the kit, and started to treat Christina.
"Tim, come with me," Phoebe said to her son. They walked up to the door of the manor and rang it. Sure enough, nobody was home. A car pulled up in front of the house. Leo stepped out of it with Melinda and a little boy and an older girl in tow. He ran up the stairs. "What happened?" He asked franticly.
"Some demon. Leo, can you heal her?" Tim ran off with Melinda and her siblings up the stairs to find the book of shadows for Phoebe.
Leo walked over to Christina. He placed his hand over the wound in her arm. The light shown over her arm and he healed the wound. But Christina didn't wake up. Leo turned her over. In her stomach was a small knife. He pulled it out, and tried to heal her.
"I'm sorry, Phoebe. I can't heal the dead."
"What."
"She's dead. Some warlock killed her and stole her powers."
Phoebe started sobbing. Cole ran over and held her. Her two youngest were missing, and her eldest dead.
"I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead…I can't heal the dead." Echoed through Phoebe's mind.
"Phoebe? Phoebe, wake up, it's time to go!"
"She's dead. She's dead."
"Pheebs, wake up!"
"What?" Phoebe shot up in bed. Leo and Cole were standing over her. Cole had a very disturbed look on his face.
"You were crying in your sleep." He stated, pointing to her wet pillowcase, "What were you dreaming about."
"The future." Said Phoebe. "But I'm going to make sure it never happens that way. Let's go home, I'll tell you the whole thing later." But she was troubled. She had never had a dream that was so vivid as that one had been. She wasn't sure if it had been a premonition or a dream, but whatever it had been, she wasn't about to let it come true. "Let's go home." She said more confidently. She took Leo and Cole's hands and the three of them orbed/shimmered back to the manor. Phoebe looked around her.
"It's good to be going home," she said.