She ran faster than she had ever ran before. Her heart was racing and all she could think about was not letting it get her little sister.
"Prue..." it called menacingly.
No. She couldn't let it get to her. She knew she could out run it, but still she was afraid.
Suddenly, it appeared in front of her.
She saw a glimmer of his face it was red and black. But that's all she saw before it stabbed her. She let out one final scream and fell to the ground, lifeless.
"When you're dead, no one can hear you scream." It told her body as it wiped the knife clean and walked away.
"Prue!" Phoebe screamed as she woke up.
Hearing her, Cole shot up in bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, fully awake.
"Prue…" Phoebe mumbled, "It got Prue too."
Cole held Phoebe close to him, beginning to worry. "Phoebe, what got Prue?"
"The same demon that got Piper."
Cole was confused, but he figured it had something to do with the dream she had the night before. She was shaking, and he could feel it. "Shhh…it was just a dream." He told her, trying to calm her down.
He could feel her shaking stop a bit as he stroked her hair. But he himself certainly wasn't calming down.
No normal, run of the mill dream could have unnerved Phoebe so badly. But he was positive it was a dream. What else could it have been? He looked around the room.
No. It was a dream, just not an ordinary one. Cole had a bad feeling that it was the supernatural kind.
…
"Phoebe, I want to talk to you about your dream." Cole said over breakfast. It wasn't a spectacular breakfast that Piper had made. Neither of them could cook, so they went out and bought some bagels.
"Why?" Phoebe asked, her mood suddenly changing.
"You were really upset, I was worried." he told her, reaching out and touching her cheek.
"It's just, that I felt like I was Prue. I could tell what she was thinking. Cole, she was worried for me. Not for herself." Phoebe looked down, "That's all."
"You were shaking."
"I know." She still looked at her feet.
"Why?" he asked, tipping her chin upwards.
She looked into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts, he figured. She always did that and was starting to get good at it. "I don't know."
…
Later that night, Phoebe sat in the bath, trying to wash her troubles off. The dream seemed o be tormenting her, it was all she could think about.
She was reading her book, trying not to get any splashes of water on it.
Absorbed in her book, Phoebe didn't notice the red water dripping into the tub. She wouldn't have noticed it, until one droplet landed on her book.
She jumped slightly, and slowly put the book down outside of the tub.
That's when she saw how the water was turning red from the dripping red water.
The red water looked somewhat like blood. Phoebe shuddered and slowly looked upwards to find the source of the blood water. She gasped, not able to scream.
Piper's dead body was tied to the ceiling. She was bleeding not only from where it had stabbed her, but from other cuts as well. It looked as if it had gone crazy with the knife, cutting her everywhere and anywhere.
Phoebe's bottom lip trembled. She was unable to move. All she could do was stare at her sister's body.
"Cole!" she managed to finally scream at the top of her lungs.
Within seconds, he had raced to her side.
Phoebe turned her attention away from Piper to him.
"Phoebe, why is the water red?" Cole asked, a bit shaky.
Phoebe pointed upwards.
"What?" Cole asked, looking at the ceiling.
Phoebe looked up and saw that Piper's body was gone.
"Come on, let's get you out of that water." Cole said, helping her out of the bathtub. He wrapped a towel around her.
She let him hold her as she cried.
"Prue..." it called menacingly.
No. She couldn't let it get to her. She knew she could out run it, but still she was afraid.
Suddenly, it appeared in front of her.
She saw a glimmer of his face it was red and black. But that's all she saw before it stabbed her. She let out one final scream and fell to the ground, lifeless.
"When you're dead, no one can hear you scream." It told her body as it wiped the knife clean and walked away.
"Prue!" Phoebe screamed as she woke up.
Hearing her, Cole shot up in bed. "What's wrong?" he asked, fully awake.
"Prue…" Phoebe mumbled, "It got Prue too."
Cole held Phoebe close to him, beginning to worry. "Phoebe, what got Prue?"
"The same demon that got Piper."
Cole was confused, but he figured it had something to do with the dream she had the night before. She was shaking, and he could feel it. "Shhh…it was just a dream." He told her, trying to calm her down.
He could feel her shaking stop a bit as he stroked her hair. But he himself certainly wasn't calming down.
No normal, run of the mill dream could have unnerved Phoebe so badly. But he was positive it was a dream. What else could it have been? He looked around the room.
No. It was a dream, just not an ordinary one. Cole had a bad feeling that it was the supernatural kind.
…
"Phoebe, I want to talk to you about your dream." Cole said over breakfast. It wasn't a spectacular breakfast that Piper had made. Neither of them could cook, so they went out and bought some bagels.
"Why?" Phoebe asked, her mood suddenly changing.
"You were really upset, I was worried." he told her, reaching out and touching her cheek.
"It's just, that I felt like I was Prue. I could tell what she was thinking. Cole, she was worried for me. Not for herself." Phoebe looked down, "That's all."
"You were shaking."
"I know." She still looked at her feet.
"Why?" he asked, tipping her chin upwards.
She looked into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts, he figured. She always did that and was starting to get good at it. "I don't know."
…
Later that night, Phoebe sat in the bath, trying to wash her troubles off. The dream seemed o be tormenting her, it was all she could think about.
She was reading her book, trying not to get any splashes of water on it.
Absorbed in her book, Phoebe didn't notice the red water dripping into the tub. She wouldn't have noticed it, until one droplet landed on her book.
She jumped slightly, and slowly put the book down outside of the tub.
That's when she saw how the water was turning red from the dripping red water.
The red water looked somewhat like blood. Phoebe shuddered and slowly looked upwards to find the source of the blood water. She gasped, not able to scream.
Piper's dead body was tied to the ceiling. She was bleeding not only from where it had stabbed her, but from other cuts as well. It looked as if it had gone crazy with the knife, cutting her everywhere and anywhere.
Phoebe's bottom lip trembled. She was unable to move. All she could do was stare at her sister's body.
"Cole!" she managed to finally scream at the top of her lungs.
Within seconds, he had raced to her side.
Phoebe turned her attention away from Piper to him.
"Phoebe, why is the water red?" Cole asked, a bit shaky.
Phoebe pointed upwards.
"What?" Cole asked, looking at the ceiling.
Phoebe looked up and saw that Piper's body was gone.
"Come on, let's get you out of that water." Cole said, helping her out of the bathtub. He wrapped a towel around her.
She let him hold her as she cried.