There's a Hell. I know there is a Hell, contrary to popular Wiccan belief.
And I know it is not the place where the Source is. Hell is here. Hell is
my life. I know it is. I'm the heroine, and I never get the 'Happily Ever
After' I want for the barest second. just the barest, and my life would be
better. First Prue, and now Phoebe? When does it end? Why can't I finally
die? That is why I keep Paige at arms length, not because I feel she
represents Prue's death, but because. every one I care about dies. Except
for my husband, who's already dead.
But now, I could only stare at my younger sister, who lay unmoving. Who lies on the floor, looking as if she were asleep, but unbreathing and cold. Very, very cold. Finally, hoarsely, I cry out, "Leo!". My husband orbed in, looking concerned. Finally, my mixed emotions decided on one. Anger. I stood, and screamed at him. "Why? Whitelighters are supposed to protect Witches! What did you do, Leo? Sit on your lazy dead ass? Did you even care at all?"
"Of course I did Piper. But that's the problem."
"What's the problem?" I snarled.
"Phoebe's attacker. was Paige."
I couldn't answer; I could only stare. Finally, Leo elaborated, "Paige has been possessed by a very powerful Warlock. She died maybe a century ago, but she's been known to take the body of especially-weak Halliwells, with low powers or are new to the Craft. The way she kills is she appears to throw a fireball, which actually steals a Witch's soul-which also is the source of their power. It's a painful way to die, but its not long."
"Leo what aren't you telling me?"
Leo sighed. "Scarlett- the witch- is a Warren. What is worse is. Scarlett is Paige."
"We already found that out, Leo!"
"No Scarlett is Paige. In a past life. Phoebe was Marisa. Prue was Anne."
TO BE CONTINUED.
But now, I could only stare at my younger sister, who lay unmoving. Who lies on the floor, looking as if she were asleep, but unbreathing and cold. Very, very cold. Finally, hoarsely, I cry out, "Leo!". My husband orbed in, looking concerned. Finally, my mixed emotions decided on one. Anger. I stood, and screamed at him. "Why? Whitelighters are supposed to protect Witches! What did you do, Leo? Sit on your lazy dead ass? Did you even care at all?"
"Of course I did Piper. But that's the problem."
"What's the problem?" I snarled.
"Phoebe's attacker. was Paige."
I couldn't answer; I could only stare. Finally, Leo elaborated, "Paige has been possessed by a very powerful Warlock. She died maybe a century ago, but she's been known to take the body of especially-weak Halliwells, with low powers or are new to the Craft. The way she kills is she appears to throw a fireball, which actually steals a Witch's soul-which also is the source of their power. It's a painful way to die, but its not long."
"Leo what aren't you telling me?"
Leo sighed. "Scarlett- the witch- is a Warren. What is worse is. Scarlett is Paige."
"We already found that out, Leo!"
"No Scarlett is Paige. In a past life. Phoebe was Marisa. Prue was Anne."
TO BE CONTINUED.
