Charmed Macbeth
Chapter Seven
Old Phoebe was walking up and down the manor stairs in a nightgown. She rubbed her hands as if she was scrubbing them.
'Out, damned spot! Geez, Phoebe, my younger self, I hate you! You're such a wimp! And I wish these spots would get out!
Cole and Paige were driving in Paige's car.
'Paige, where are we going? Let's kill Phoebe already!'
'In a while, Cole. I have a sudden urge to go and buy a Christmas tree.'
'A little late for Christmas trees, isn't it?'
'I'm warning you, Cole! I have a frilly pink dress in the boot.'
Cole whimpered. 'I'll be good!'
Screech! The car skidded to a stop. 'This is my lucky day!' Paige exclaimed. 'There's a Christmas tree conveniently in the middle of the road. C'mon, Cole!' Together they lugged the tree onto the backseat, and drove off merrily to kill Phoebe.
'Sey-TON!' Phoebe hollared.
The demon appeared in front of her. 'Yes, my queen?'
'Where's that old lady who was hanging around?'
'She's dead, my queen.'
'Damn!'
'And-'
'What else, Seyton?'
'A tree is coming up the driveway.'
Phoebe looked outside to see that he was right. 'Shit! But still that born of mortal thing!
'Cole, could you get the door?' Paige asked, hidden behind the tree.
Cole hurled a fireball at the manor door.
'Thanks.' Said Paige, as she walked inside. 'Phoebe! Ready or not, here we come!' She ran into the kitchen and granbbed a knife, and she and Cole went upstairs to the attic.
'Well, Paige, this has been fun. But I love Phoebe and can't kill her!' Cole shimmered away.
Paige rolled her eyes. 'Wimp. Guess I'm on my own, then.' She flung open the attic door. 'I'm gonna kick your ass, Phoebe!'
'No!' Phoebe yelled.
'But I am the mighty Paige!'
'You're born of a mortal!'
'Phoebe. We're sisters. We're not mortal. Our mother was a witch.'
'No!'
'Yes!'
'Damn!'
With that, Paige whacked Phoebe with the tree, and Phoebe fell to the ground. Paige orbed the knife into Phoebe's chest. Phoebe gasped and died.
'Yes! I rule!' Paige congratulated herself. 'I am the most powerful Charmed One!'
Chapter Seven
Old Phoebe was walking up and down the manor stairs in a nightgown. She rubbed her hands as if she was scrubbing them.
'Out, damned spot! Geez, Phoebe, my younger self, I hate you! You're such a wimp! And I wish these spots would get out!
Cole and Paige were driving in Paige's car.
'Paige, where are we going? Let's kill Phoebe already!'
'In a while, Cole. I have a sudden urge to go and buy a Christmas tree.'
'A little late for Christmas trees, isn't it?'
'I'm warning you, Cole! I have a frilly pink dress in the boot.'
Cole whimpered. 'I'll be good!'
Screech! The car skidded to a stop. 'This is my lucky day!' Paige exclaimed. 'There's a Christmas tree conveniently in the middle of the road. C'mon, Cole!' Together they lugged the tree onto the backseat, and drove off merrily to kill Phoebe.
'Sey-TON!' Phoebe hollared.
The demon appeared in front of her. 'Yes, my queen?'
'Where's that old lady who was hanging around?'
'She's dead, my queen.'
'Damn!'
'And-'
'What else, Seyton?'
'A tree is coming up the driveway.'
Phoebe looked outside to see that he was right. 'Shit! But still that born of mortal thing!
'Cole, could you get the door?' Paige asked, hidden behind the tree.
Cole hurled a fireball at the manor door.
'Thanks.' Said Paige, as she walked inside. 'Phoebe! Ready or not, here we come!' She ran into the kitchen and granbbed a knife, and she and Cole went upstairs to the attic.
'Well, Paige, this has been fun. But I love Phoebe and can't kill her!' Cole shimmered away.
Paige rolled her eyes. 'Wimp. Guess I'm on my own, then.' She flung open the attic door. 'I'm gonna kick your ass, Phoebe!'
'No!' Phoebe yelled.
'But I am the mighty Paige!'
'You're born of a mortal!'
'Phoebe. We're sisters. We're not mortal. Our mother was a witch.'
'No!'
'Yes!'
'Damn!'
With that, Paige whacked Phoebe with the tree, and Phoebe fell to the ground. Paige orbed the knife into Phoebe's chest. Phoebe gasped and died.
'Yes! I rule!' Paige congratulated herself. 'I am the most powerful Charmed One!'