Things were highly not going as planned. The witches had their book back, which really made me mad. They would've all been dead, had it not been for the do-gooder I shared a body with.
"I hope you're happy," I snapped to Paige.
Thrilled. So why do you want to destroy the Charmed Ones? At least everyone else has an excuse.
"The Charmed ones?"
Duh. I thought you knew. Isn't that your reason for wanting us dead? Because of who we are?
"So you and your pathetic sisters are the Charmed Ones. No wonder everything is going wrong. No, little girl, that's not why I want you dead. I hear them down there, can't you? Plotting… against me."
The Source is damaged; Cole and we did that, what makes you think you could do better?
"Because you can't kill me, without killing yourself."
"Scarlett!" The voice was sharp, familiar to me. Even after more than a century, I remember the voice.
"Marisa, what are you doing here? You are alive. You're Phoebe."
"It is true, Scarlett, I didn't sell my soul to remain on Earth, a miserable, pathetic thing sharing the lives of someone unwilling, as you have done. But, only a part of me is in the girl, Phoebe Halliwell."
"How does it feel, being born into the part of a celebrity?" I asked, sarcasm evident in my voice. "You are, after all, one of the legendary Charmed Ones."
"I know, Scarlett. I'm putting an end to your games."
I laughed, because the legendary Charmed Ones wish to kill me, and have yet to do so, but my sister—my dead sister thinks she could stop me? It is quite humorous.
"You laugh, but you're a coward," Marisa continued, playing upon the one thing that is my downfall: my pride. "You share the body of the living, to rise to my challenge, yet not confront me yourself."
Shakily, I reply, "I am not a coward, I am smart. I could always find another body…"
"Then why not leave the girl alone, oh Smart one? If you have the chance to find another body, why are you so afraid to give this one up, and finally confront me? Cowardice."
Quickly, I leave Paige's body—no longer is she my vessel. Paige hits the ground, yet not unconscious. Marisa smiled at this. "You were right—it was smarts. Yet your intelligence did not save you, because of something that got in the way—you've always felt lower than I. You wish to prove yourself better."
I roll my eyes. "Spare me, Marisa."
Paige is gone, probably off to alert her sisters. I can hear them whispering—a plan. Against me, more than likely. Of course. The famous ones—the Charmed Ones—come into the attic. The one called Piper smiles at my sister. "Thank you, Marisa, for all your help," she says, and only now do I realize it's a trap. Phoebe holds up a scrap of paper, a lamely written spell on her part, I bet. It was a spell, as the three of them say,
Spirit of a Halliwell
Be at rest with this spell
Go away you stupid bitch
Before we're found dead in a ditch.
On the last line, Paige and Piper were hesitant, but Phoebe was strong. It doesn't matter—the power of three was against me, and I lost. My soul slipped away from the manor, to go wherever. Probably Hell. I'm scared…
-The end-
