"I love you."
Lierre sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Smooth. Real smooth."
He took a deep breath and started again.
"I've been feeling weird lately." He said to himself in the mirror. "I don't know why...I mean, you must have noticed how odd things have been between us lately. What's with that, huh? Well, anyway, I, um, think I know why I'm feeling weird. Maybe it's why you're feeling weird too, if you're feeling weird that is!"
Lierre stopped and hit himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
He sighed again, then looked at the mirror.
"I love you. Yes, I love you. Shocker? Indeed."
Lierre groaned then banged his head off the mirror.
* * Prue's chamber * *
Prue sighed as she flipped through the pages of the Book Of Thunder. This was her first proper look at the Book and she was pleased. But that wasn't the reason for her sigh.
She couldn't concentrate properly, so she closed the Book and just stared at the cover. Her mind drifted and the first thought it had was of Lierre.
Why was he acting so odd? Why did he only seem to want to speak with her when they were doing a job? Why was he distant? More questions floated through Prue's mind.
She groaned then banged her head against the Book.
"I love you." Her words were muffled by the cover. She made a crying noise then banged her head on the book again.
* * The Square * *
The Seer sat quietly, hoping that no attention would come her way. With the demons and warlocks passing by she was lucky, but not with the demons around her.
"A Seer."
"Really? Are you really a Seer?"
"Yes." The Seer sighed.
"What happens when a Seer goes blind?"
The two demons that were bothering her giggled, then got bored with her and turned away. Never again would she steal an Oracle's tools.
"You're a Seer?" A deep voice asked.
The Seer turned and saw a demon who she almost thought was Belthazor, but the color was wrong; this demon was gray with red markings.
"I am."
The demon leaned his head on the wall. The Seer wasn't sure if he was just resting or thinking. The demon turned toward her again.
"Why are you here?" The demon asked.
"I betrayed The Source in a minor way." The Seer told him. "What about you?"
"I killed a demon that was very important to The Source." The demon said. "He rubbed me the wrong way and I've got such a temper, but he was there and - ah!"
The demon stopped talking and punched a whole in the wall. He pulled his arm out of the wall, then leaned against the wall again. The Seer decided to not make him angry.
There was a sudden mass of whispers coming from the warlocks and demons that were farther up in line. The Seer caught a few snatches:
"She's coming."
"Don't make eye contact."
"Is it really her?"
"She's here!"
"Who is coming?" The Seer asked one of the demons that was bothering her before.
"The Black Angel." One of the demons whispered quickly, then became unusually quiet.
The Seer, curious, leaned forward to get a good look, then openly scoffed when she saw who it was: Prue.
"You're all afraid of her?"
All the demons and warlocks just kept their heads lowered, even the ill-tempered demon beside the Seer.
"Honestly!" The Seer said loudly. "Why are you scared of *her*? She's nothing! Certainly no Black Angel... who gave her that name anyway?"
"The first demon she massacred right in front of us all." The ill-tempered demon whispered, then became silent.
'So,' The Seer thought. 'The little one is gaining a reputation.'
* * The Source's chamber * *
A darklighter walked into the chamber quickly, then kneeled before The Source and lowered his head in respect, then raised it to stare into the void of The Source's hood where his face was supposedly hidden.
"Sir, the Elders wish a meeting." The darklighter reported.
"For what purpose?" The Source asked.
"They have sensed a great force of evil near the Charmed Ones." The darklighter said.
"I have not sent a great evil to the Charmed Ones. If I did, it would be fair game in any case. They are denied the meeting."
The darklighter nodded then left the chamber. The Source ordered in one of his guards.
"Tell Pruedence to stay away from the Charmed Ones."
The guard nodded then left the chamber.
* * Outside Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre was leaving and Prue was entering. They literally bumped right into each other. They took a few steps back from each other and looked down sheepishly.
"Sorry." Lierre mumbled.
"No, I'm sorry." Prue said.
They both looked up at the same time.
"I was coming to find you." Lierre said. "To - um - tell you something."
"I was, uh, coming here to tell you something actually." Prue said.
*I love you.*
Lierre's eyes widened when he heard Prue's voice in his head. Prue clapped both hands over her mouth and her eyes widened; she hadn't meant for it to slip out.
"You love me?" Lierre asked slowly.
Prue nodded slowly. Lierre threw his head back and laughed.
"That's so great!" He laughed. "It makes what I'm about to say so much easier!"
Prue just stood there and Lierre suddenly became serious.
"I...love you, too."
* * The Source's chamber * *
Flames shot up behind The Source and his eyes glowed a fierce red. His low, deep laughter filled the chamber.
Victory was his.
Lierre sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"Smooth. Real smooth."
He took a deep breath and started again.
"I've been feeling weird lately." He said to himself in the mirror. "I don't know why...I mean, you must have noticed how odd things have been between us lately. What's with that, huh? Well, anyway, I, um, think I know why I'm feeling weird. Maybe it's why you're feeling weird too, if you're feeling weird that is!"
Lierre stopped and hit himself in the forehead with the palm of his hand.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid."
He sighed again, then looked at the mirror.
"I love you. Yes, I love you. Shocker? Indeed."
Lierre groaned then banged his head off the mirror.
* * Prue's chamber * *
Prue sighed as she flipped through the pages of the Book Of Thunder. This was her first proper look at the Book and she was pleased. But that wasn't the reason for her sigh.
She couldn't concentrate properly, so she closed the Book and just stared at the cover. Her mind drifted and the first thought it had was of Lierre.
Why was he acting so odd? Why did he only seem to want to speak with her when they were doing a job? Why was he distant? More questions floated through Prue's mind.
She groaned then banged her head against the Book.
"I love you." Her words were muffled by the cover. She made a crying noise then banged her head on the book again.
* * The Square * *
The Seer sat quietly, hoping that no attention would come her way. With the demons and warlocks passing by she was lucky, but not with the demons around her.
"A Seer."
"Really? Are you really a Seer?"
"Yes." The Seer sighed.
"What happens when a Seer goes blind?"
The two demons that were bothering her giggled, then got bored with her and turned away. Never again would she steal an Oracle's tools.
"You're a Seer?" A deep voice asked.
The Seer turned and saw a demon who she almost thought was Belthazor, but the color was wrong; this demon was gray with red markings.
"I am."
The demon leaned his head on the wall. The Seer wasn't sure if he was just resting or thinking. The demon turned toward her again.
"Why are you here?" The demon asked.
"I betrayed The Source in a minor way." The Seer told him. "What about you?"
"I killed a demon that was very important to The Source." The demon said. "He rubbed me the wrong way and I've got such a temper, but he was there and - ah!"
The demon stopped talking and punched a whole in the wall. He pulled his arm out of the wall, then leaned against the wall again. The Seer decided to not make him angry.
There was a sudden mass of whispers coming from the warlocks and demons that were farther up in line. The Seer caught a few snatches:
"She's coming."
"Don't make eye contact."
"Is it really her?"
"She's here!"
"Who is coming?" The Seer asked one of the demons that was bothering her before.
"The Black Angel." One of the demons whispered quickly, then became unusually quiet.
The Seer, curious, leaned forward to get a good look, then openly scoffed when she saw who it was: Prue.
"You're all afraid of her?"
All the demons and warlocks just kept their heads lowered, even the ill-tempered demon beside the Seer.
"Honestly!" The Seer said loudly. "Why are you scared of *her*? She's nothing! Certainly no Black Angel... who gave her that name anyway?"
"The first demon she massacred right in front of us all." The ill-tempered demon whispered, then became silent.
'So,' The Seer thought. 'The little one is gaining a reputation.'
* * The Source's chamber * *
A darklighter walked into the chamber quickly, then kneeled before The Source and lowered his head in respect, then raised it to stare into the void of The Source's hood where his face was supposedly hidden.
"Sir, the Elders wish a meeting." The darklighter reported.
"For what purpose?" The Source asked.
"They have sensed a great force of evil near the Charmed Ones." The darklighter said.
"I have not sent a great evil to the Charmed Ones. If I did, it would be fair game in any case. They are denied the meeting."
The darklighter nodded then left the chamber. The Source ordered in one of his guards.
"Tell Pruedence to stay away from the Charmed Ones."
The guard nodded then left the chamber.
* * Outside Lierre's chamber * *
Lierre was leaving and Prue was entering. They literally bumped right into each other. They took a few steps back from each other and looked down sheepishly.
"Sorry." Lierre mumbled.
"No, I'm sorry." Prue said.
They both looked up at the same time.
"I was coming to find you." Lierre said. "To - um - tell you something."
"I was, uh, coming here to tell you something actually." Prue said.
*I love you.*
Lierre's eyes widened when he heard Prue's voice in his head. Prue clapped both hands over her mouth and her eyes widened; she hadn't meant for it to slip out.
"You love me?" Lierre asked slowly.
Prue nodded slowly. Lierre threw his head back and laughed.
"That's so great!" He laughed. "It makes what I'm about to say so much easier!"
Prue just stood there and Lierre suddenly became serious.
"I...love you, too."
* * The Source's chamber * *
Flames shot up behind The Source and his eyes glowed a fierce red. His low, deep laughter filled the chamber.
Victory was his.