Charmed Macbeth
Chapter Five
'Look, will you get over killing Prue already? You had to. Now you are the most powerful - you should be happy!' Old Phoebe said to Phoebe.
Phoebe looked at her older self. 'We have scotch'd the snake, not killed it: She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.'
Old Phoebe yawned. 'O-kay. But you're not planning on killing anyone else, are you? Cos you should be happy.'
'O! Full of scorpions is my mind!' Phoebe dramatically proclaimed.
'What the hell does that mean?'
Phoebe shrugged. 'Beats me. It just seemed like something good to say.'
Old Phoebe shrugged. 'Whatever. I'm going to go get some food.' As she left, Cole shimmered in.
'Well hello, Cole' Phoebe squealed.
Cole winced at her use of a baby voice.
'Guess what!' she continued. 'I'm the most powerful Charmed One! Cool, ay!'
'You may be powerful, but you're not a Charmed One.' Cole countered. 'The Charmed Ones are good. And you, Phoebe, are evil. The Queen of all evil, to be exact.
Phoebe walked away. 'Queen! My premonition came true! Ooh! I wonder when I get my pretty crown!'
'You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.'
Phoebe looked at Cole. 'Huh?'
'Never mind,' he sighed. 'It always ruins a joke when you have to explain it.'
'Whatever, Cole. Down to business: what can I do as the Queen of all evil?'
'Well, to become more powerful you should hold a meeting of demonic faction leaders.
Phoebe's pink eyes glowed. 'I like it! We'll hold a banquet tonight!'
The two demons Phoebe had met earlier lurked out on Prescott Street. Cole shimmered in beside them.
'But who did bid the join with us?' the first demon asked.
'Phoebe.' Cole replied.
'He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices and what we have to do to the direction just,' the second demon scolded the first.
'Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveler apace to gain the timely inn: and near approaches the subject of our watch.' The three demons grew silent and stood still as Piper walked toward them.
Piper glanced nervously around as she walked up the street. Something was wrong, she could sense it. There was a sudden movement, and she was surrounded by three demons. She rose her hands to freeze them, but for the plot of this story she had conveniently lost her powers. The demons set upon her with knives.
'O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!' Piper screamed, despite the fact that she had not idea who Fleance was. She might as well make her last words dramatic and memorable.
Inside the manor a feast was taking place. Phoebe was standing by the table with Old Phoebe who'd insisted on coming because she thought Phoebe would screw up. A dozen demons were seated around the table, ready to serve their queen.
'May it please your highness sit?' a grimlock asked Phoebe. The ghost of Piper, pale and bloodstained, sat unnoticed down in Phoebe's chair.
'The table's full.' Phoebe said.
'Here is a place reserved, my queen.'
'Where?'
'Here, my queen. What is't that moves your highness?'
Phoebe gasped. 'Which of you have done this?'
'Done what, my queen?' The demons inquired.
Phoebe looked at the ghost. 'Thou canst not say I did it! Never shake thy gory locks at me.'
Old Phoebe rose. 'It's alright! The queen is crazy, and has been since her youth. She is often this. Do not mention it to her, it will only make her worse!'
The ghost of Piper stood up and glided away, unnoticed to everyone but Phoebe. Phoebe's face relaxed, and she sat down.
'Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity which is nothing to those that know me. Come, love and health to all; then, I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. I drink to the general joy of the whole table.'
The demons lifted their glasses. 'Our duties, and the pledge.'
A white mist arose from the table, and merged once again into Piper's ghost. Phoebe gasped. 'Go away! Leave my sight! You are dead, you can't stare at me like that!'
Old phoebe stood angrily. 'You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder!' She turned to the mass of demons. 'I pray you, go at once!' The demons vanished.
Phoebe rocked back and forth in her chair. 'I'm evil' she realised.
'Well, duh!' said Old Phoebe. Phoebe continued. 'I am in blood, stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Chapter Five
'Look, will you get over killing Prue already? You had to. Now you are the most powerful - you should be happy!' Old Phoebe said to Phoebe.
Phoebe looked at her older self. 'We have scotch'd the snake, not killed it: She'll close and be herself, whilst our poor malice remains in danger of her former tooth.'
Old Phoebe yawned. 'O-kay. But you're not planning on killing anyone else, are you? Cos you should be happy.'
'O! Full of scorpions is my mind!' Phoebe dramatically proclaimed.
'What the hell does that mean?'
Phoebe shrugged. 'Beats me. It just seemed like something good to say.'
Old Phoebe shrugged. 'Whatever. I'm going to go get some food.' As she left, Cole shimmered in.
'Well hello, Cole' Phoebe squealed.
Cole winced at her use of a baby voice.
'Guess what!' she continued. 'I'm the most powerful Charmed One! Cool, ay!'
'You may be powerful, but you're not a Charmed One.' Cole countered. 'The Charmed Ones are good. And you, Phoebe, are evil. The Queen of all evil, to be exact.
Phoebe walked away. 'Queen! My premonition came true! Ooh! I wonder when I get my pretty crown!'
'You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness.'
Phoebe looked at Cole. 'Huh?'
'Never mind,' he sighed. 'It always ruins a joke when you have to explain it.'
'Whatever, Cole. Down to business: what can I do as the Queen of all evil?'
'Well, to become more powerful you should hold a meeting of demonic faction leaders.
Phoebe's pink eyes glowed. 'I like it! We'll hold a banquet tonight!'
The two demons Phoebe had met earlier lurked out on Prescott Street. Cole shimmered in beside them.
'But who did bid the join with us?' the first demon asked.
'Phoebe.' Cole replied.
'He needs not our mistrust, since he delivers our offices and what we have to do to the direction just,' the second demon scolded the first.
'Then stand with us. The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day: Now spurs the lated traveler apace to gain the timely inn: and near approaches the subject of our watch.' The three demons grew silent and stood still as Piper walked toward them.
Piper glanced nervously around as she walked up the street. Something was wrong, she could sense it. There was a sudden movement, and she was surrounded by three demons. She rose her hands to freeze them, but for the plot of this story she had conveniently lost her powers. The demons set upon her with knives.
'O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!' Piper screamed, despite the fact that she had not idea who Fleance was. She might as well make her last words dramatic and memorable.
Inside the manor a feast was taking place. Phoebe was standing by the table with Old Phoebe who'd insisted on coming because she thought Phoebe would screw up. A dozen demons were seated around the table, ready to serve their queen.
'May it please your highness sit?' a grimlock asked Phoebe. The ghost of Piper, pale and bloodstained, sat unnoticed down in Phoebe's chair.
'The table's full.' Phoebe said.
'Here is a place reserved, my queen.'
'Where?'
'Here, my queen. What is't that moves your highness?'
Phoebe gasped. 'Which of you have done this?'
'Done what, my queen?' The demons inquired.
Phoebe looked at the ghost. 'Thou canst not say I did it! Never shake thy gory locks at me.'
Old Phoebe rose. 'It's alright! The queen is crazy, and has been since her youth. She is often this. Do not mention it to her, it will only make her worse!'
The ghost of Piper stood up and glided away, unnoticed to everyone but Phoebe. Phoebe's face relaxed, and she sat down.
'Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends; I have a strange infirmity which is nothing to those that know me. Come, love and health to all; then, I'll sit down. Give me some wine; fill full. I drink to the general joy of the whole table.'
The demons lifted their glasses. 'Our duties, and the pledge.'
A white mist arose from the table, and merged once again into Piper's ghost. Phoebe gasped. 'Go away! Leave my sight! You are dead, you can't stare at me like that!'
Old phoebe stood angrily. 'You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting, with most admir'd disorder!' She turned to the mass of demons. 'I pray you, go at once!' The demons vanished.
Phoebe rocked back and forth in her chair. 'I'm evil' she realised.
'Well, duh!' said Old Phoebe. Phoebe continued. 'I am in blood, stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er.