Disclaimer: OK, I'm over here, wondering what the point of this is but I figure...hey, its a traditions so here goes: I don't own Charmed. *Waits for the applause* Alright, so that wasn't real flashy and I didn't use big words, but the least you could do is pretend to be happy....
AN: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
Starring Piper: why thank you. I try to be twisted and sick and creepy! lol. Here's the next chapter, much of which may surprise you. (for once) By the way, we should really start baking CCCs to get Silly back! I'm thinking it'll take us about 2 weeks to meet his ransom. Don't forget the *cough cough* poison! Kaysies? Can't wait to see our poor Silly, can you? *sniff* Well, guess I have to. hahahaha, I typed this and then you said something about it in an email! Who says that telepathy doesn't work?????????? *grins smugly* lol
daisy: HEY! welcome back. yeah, I definitely understand vacationing...hope you had fun. Thanks for reviewing!!!
sara: me? torture? NEVER! It wasn't me...it was Naruk! I swear it...lol. as this is your drug, and withdrawal could be bad, I'll update. Kaysies? the second one, thanks, I needed some *cough* encouragement. lol
Kristen's Paige: you're right! It was longer! wow, I'm impressed. love ya!
theshadowwithin: sorries for the confusion. Eventually it will abate...at least I hope....:S Thanks for reviewing!!
Charmed Fanatic: As always, your review was very encouraging. I know, I musta confused everyone cuz I got a lot of "What?"s. Lolol. Sorries, but you'll understand eventually. Thank you so much for your sweet comments!
Lara-Beth: sheesh, with all these gifts my house will soon be so cluttered I won't be able to walk! lol...Moon, no stealing Lara's lines! y'all get along! Thanks so much for your review
wAnNaBpIpEr: I want to say thanks for reviewing EVERY chapter! That's really nice of you. Strange you say? NEVER!!!! Twisted and psychotic is more like it....*laughs*
Pippergurl: I know, I'm SO sorry. I've been stuck for days. :(
Willow: no comment. lol. Enjoy! and thanks for your review!!
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Where was she? Paige tried to remember how she'd ended up back in her old apartment, but couldn't think of one reason. She glanced around at the scattered beer cans and bottles and raised her eyebrows. Someone had obviously had a party! Unsteadily, Paige got to her feet before realizing how big of a mistake that was. So it was her party. She rubbed her eyes and concentrated on trying to remember something, anything, about the night before. Forget it. It was impossible to recall facts after...Silently, she counted the bottles and cans littering her floor. More than she should have had, to say the least. Groaning, she forced herself up once more and made her way shakily to the telephone. Prue would come get her. She was too tired to orb, and in the condition she was in, she wouldn't make it far anyway.
"Hello?," came the voice on the other end. Paige grimaced. Prue wasn't going to be happy with her. She could already hear the speech about irresponsibility....
"Prue, can you come get me? For some reason I'm back at my old apartment...Don't ask, because I can't explain right now,:" she said, closing her eyes. Silence.
"Who is this?," Prue asked suspiciously. Paige's eyes flew open. She should at least know her voice!
"Paige! Who else would be calling?," she asked.
"Paige...?," Prue implored, searching for a last name.
"Matthews, Halliwell, take your pick. You know, your sister," Paige answered impatiently.
"Look Ms. Matthews, I don't know who you are, and frankly I don't care. All of my sisters are here, and as far as I know, I don't know anyone by the name of Paige. Either you are seriously confused, or are some kind of sick wierdo. Regardless, I'd appreciate if you didn't call here again with your absurd comments." Click. Paige hung up the phone, incredulous. Prue didn't know her? Then how...Glenn. He would know what to do. Before the hurt of having her sister reject her, or registering what Prue said about Piper and Phoebe, Paige dialed the number for Glenn's cell phone.
"Hello?," Glenn answered, sounding busy.
"Hey sweetie, it's me," she said softly, relishing the comforting sound of his voice, "I...There's something wrong with my sister. She doesn't remember me or know me at all."
"Paige? Are you drunk again?," Glenn wondered, sounding both disgusted and disappointed, "You don't have sisters. Look, I tried to help you. For a long time. Now, I jsut want to move on and live my life. So, please, call someone else next time, ok?" Paige listened in disbelief as the dial tone sounded in her ear. What was happening?
She'd killed someone. Her own sister, and instead of feeling nauseated, or horrified like she had initially, she felt exhilerated. What else can you do once you've killed but kill again? The thought startled her, then enticed her the longer she thought about it. She'd spent years being a good witch. All for what? Now, it was time to cross over, to become what she had been meant for. The most powerful evil that the world had seen. How delightful! Looking around, she thought of the all the things she could do with the Book of Shadows at her disposal. Would she be able to touch it? She couldn't be sure, but there was one way to find out. Smiling viciously, Prue walked past her sister, kicking her out of the way, then made her way upstairs to the attic.
*Who is Paige? You need to figure that out before you do this...*
Prue tried to ignore the nagging voice but found herself inwardly arguing with it. Why did it matter so much to find this girl? Sighing, she gave up her earlier plan and resigned to find the one plaguing her mind. Who knew? Perhaps Paige would be her first...no, third victim. Tossing a disinterested look at her dead sister, Prue once again turned and left the attic, in search of the mystery girl.
She used Leo's claim that Paige, former sister, had killed herself as a starting point. It didn't take long to verify that information in a newspaper, along with a few facts. Paige was survived by no one. So, the link between the Halliwells and Paige hadn't been made, if it existed. Prue felt her instincts screaming against what she was reading. Sighing, she pushed the paper away and place her hands, palm down, on the table. The blood lust. It was growing stronger and stronger, causing the small amount of control she had to slip. She needed to kill, ached for it. The surprisingly strong need for blood spill should have scared her. So much for should haves. It only succeeded in further exhilerating her, making her breath come fast as she thought of what she would do to the poor, unsuspecting person she chose. And she had jsut the one....If she could jsut make all thoughts of Paige leave her mind, she could go. Quickly, she did so, hoping they wouldn't spring back up while she was hunting. Hunting....The word gave her anticipatory shivers.
The bodies. They were overtaking her. She tried to run faster, but didn't have the energy. Her breaths came in fast, short gasps. She needed to stop. She needed to keep going. Stumbling, Piper gave in to the pain screaming in her lungs and halted. They kept coming and soon, she knew as she squeezed her eyes shut, they would arrive. Her sisters. Her son. All dead, and all coming for her. She heard a cold, emotionless voice ordering her to get up. She glanced up and into the accusing eyes of her husband, then into the eyes of her live sister, which mirrored Leo's gaze. She struggled to obey instructions, and finally managed to drag herself off the floor. Paige and Leo each grabbed an arm and began pulling her towards the corpses, already close enough to touch. Piper wrenched, trying to get away, but the grips were simply tightened.
"Look at them Piper." Leo barked, "You see what you've done?"
Panic. Fear. Anger. Each rolled over her in waves, receding, then returning full force in instants. Paige sat on the floor, turning the earlier phone conversations over in her mind. What was wrong with everyone she loved? Naruk? Another demon? It didn't add up. Not very many demons had this kind of power, and with Piper and Phoebe dead, it would be pointless to come after them anyway. Naruk had been playing the game because he enjoyed watching the suffer. Sure, others would like to see it as well, but a demon with the kind of power needed to change her entire reality wouldn't be wasting time on the two remaining Charmed Ones. Would they? Instincts said no. Naruk didn't have that kind of power, or at least, it wasn't mentioned in the Book. It would at least gain a sentence in the Book of Shadows! Maybe it wasn't demonic at all...Paige glanced around at all the empty bottles of alcohol and allowed the doubt she'd been holding back to surface. Had she jsut..imagined it all? That didn't compute either. Even if her true lifestyle DID include alcoholism, it wasn't possible to create an entire alternate world because of it. I mean, their was a difference between drunkeness and sheer lunacy. She wasn't insane...but then, if she was, she wouldn't be exactly brimming with the logic needed to figure that out now would she? This was getting her nowhere. She needed to walk. Quickly, she sensed for a quiet place in Golden Gate Park. Nothing. But not in the no activity kind of way. She didn't sense a thing at all. She concentrated on orbing there, and stayed in the same spot. What was this? Her powers didn't even work here? Now she had some real evidence towards that whole psychotic thing...
AN: Thanks everyone for stickin with me even though I left town for so long. Nice to know I have such great reviewers! You guyz are awesome! I can't wait to see what you have to say about this chapter, so read on and I'll shut up...:P
Starring Piper: why thank you. I try to be twisted and sick and creepy! lol. Here's the next chapter, much of which may surprise you. (for once) By the way, we should really start baking CCCs to get Silly back! I'm thinking it'll take us about 2 weeks to meet his ransom. Don't forget the *cough cough* poison! Kaysies? Can't wait to see our poor Silly, can you? *sniff* Well, guess I have to. hahahaha, I typed this and then you said something about it in an email! Who says that telepathy doesn't work?????????? *grins smugly* lol
daisy: HEY! welcome back. yeah, I definitely understand vacationing...hope you had fun. Thanks for reviewing!!!
sara: me? torture? NEVER! It wasn't me...it was Naruk! I swear it...lol. as this is your drug, and withdrawal could be bad, I'll update. Kaysies? the second one, thanks, I needed some *cough* encouragement. lol
Kristen's Paige: you're right! It was longer! wow, I'm impressed. love ya!
theshadowwithin: sorries for the confusion. Eventually it will abate...at least I hope....:S Thanks for reviewing!!
Charmed Fanatic: As always, your review was very encouraging. I know, I musta confused everyone cuz I got a lot of "What?"s. Lolol. Sorries, but you'll understand eventually. Thank you so much for your sweet comments!
Lara-Beth: sheesh, with all these gifts my house will soon be so cluttered I won't be able to walk! lol...Moon, no stealing Lara's lines! y'all get along! Thanks so much for your review
wAnNaBpIpEr: I want to say thanks for reviewing EVERY chapter! That's really nice of you. Strange you say? NEVER!!!! Twisted and psychotic is more like it....*laughs*
Pippergurl: I know, I'm SO sorry. I've been stuck for days. :(
Willow: no comment. lol. Enjoy! and thanks for your review!!
AN: Starring Piper and I have begun a Charmed parody! If you like humor, please give it a try...flaming is not only accepted, it is embraced. We need to know if this project is worth continuing...It's called Killing Memory's Thief. Thanks! Our joint penname is Starring Charmed. Please check it out!
Where was she? Paige tried to remember how she'd ended up back in her old apartment, but couldn't think of one reason. She glanced around at the scattered beer cans and bottles and raised her eyebrows. Someone had obviously had a party! Unsteadily, Paige got to her feet before realizing how big of a mistake that was. So it was her party. She rubbed her eyes and concentrated on trying to remember something, anything, about the night before. Forget it. It was impossible to recall facts after...Silently, she counted the bottles and cans littering her floor. More than she should have had, to say the least. Groaning, she forced herself up once more and made her way shakily to the telephone. Prue would come get her. She was too tired to orb, and in the condition she was in, she wouldn't make it far anyway.
"Hello?," came the voice on the other end. Paige grimaced. Prue wasn't going to be happy with her. She could already hear the speech about irresponsibility....
"Prue, can you come get me? For some reason I'm back at my old apartment...Don't ask, because I can't explain right now,:" she said, closing her eyes. Silence.
"Who is this?," Prue asked suspiciously. Paige's eyes flew open. She should at least know her voice!
"Paige! Who else would be calling?," she asked.
"Paige...?," Prue implored, searching for a last name.
"Matthews, Halliwell, take your pick. You know, your sister," Paige answered impatiently.
"Look Ms. Matthews, I don't know who you are, and frankly I don't care. All of my sisters are here, and as far as I know, I don't know anyone by the name of Paige. Either you are seriously confused, or are some kind of sick wierdo. Regardless, I'd appreciate if you didn't call here again with your absurd comments." Click. Paige hung up the phone, incredulous. Prue didn't know her? Then how...Glenn. He would know what to do. Before the hurt of having her sister reject her, or registering what Prue said about Piper and Phoebe, Paige dialed the number for Glenn's cell phone.
"Hello?," Glenn answered, sounding busy.
"Hey sweetie, it's me," she said softly, relishing the comforting sound of his voice, "I...There's something wrong with my sister. She doesn't remember me or know me at all."
"Paige? Are you drunk again?," Glenn wondered, sounding both disgusted and disappointed, "You don't have sisters. Look, I tried to help you. For a long time. Now, I jsut want to move on and live my life. So, please, call someone else next time, ok?" Paige listened in disbelief as the dial tone sounded in her ear. What was happening?
She'd killed someone. Her own sister, and instead of feeling nauseated, or horrified like she had initially, she felt exhilerated. What else can you do once you've killed but kill again? The thought startled her, then enticed her the longer she thought about it. She'd spent years being a good witch. All for what? Now, it was time to cross over, to become what she had been meant for. The most powerful evil that the world had seen. How delightful! Looking around, she thought of the all the things she could do with the Book of Shadows at her disposal. Would she be able to touch it? She couldn't be sure, but there was one way to find out. Smiling viciously, Prue walked past her sister, kicking her out of the way, then made her way upstairs to the attic.
*Who is Paige? You need to figure that out before you do this...*
Prue tried to ignore the nagging voice but found herself inwardly arguing with it. Why did it matter so much to find this girl? Sighing, she gave up her earlier plan and resigned to find the one plaguing her mind. Who knew? Perhaps Paige would be her first...no, third victim. Tossing a disinterested look at her dead sister, Prue once again turned and left the attic, in search of the mystery girl.
She used Leo's claim that Paige, former sister, had killed herself as a starting point. It didn't take long to verify that information in a newspaper, along with a few facts. Paige was survived by no one. So, the link between the Halliwells and Paige hadn't been made, if it existed. Prue felt her instincts screaming against what she was reading. Sighing, she pushed the paper away and place her hands, palm down, on the table. The blood lust. It was growing stronger and stronger, causing the small amount of control she had to slip. She needed to kill, ached for it. The surprisingly strong need for blood spill should have scared her. So much for should haves. It only succeeded in further exhilerating her, making her breath come fast as she thought of what she would do to the poor, unsuspecting person she chose. And she had jsut the one....If she could jsut make all thoughts of Paige leave her mind, she could go. Quickly, she did so, hoping they wouldn't spring back up while she was hunting. Hunting....The word gave her anticipatory shivers.
The bodies. They were overtaking her. She tried to run faster, but didn't have the energy. Her breaths came in fast, short gasps. She needed to stop. She needed to keep going. Stumbling, Piper gave in to the pain screaming in her lungs and halted. They kept coming and soon, she knew as she squeezed her eyes shut, they would arrive. Her sisters. Her son. All dead, and all coming for her. She heard a cold, emotionless voice ordering her to get up. She glanced up and into the accusing eyes of her husband, then into the eyes of her live sister, which mirrored Leo's gaze. She struggled to obey instructions, and finally managed to drag herself off the floor. Paige and Leo each grabbed an arm and began pulling her towards the corpses, already close enough to touch. Piper wrenched, trying to get away, but the grips were simply tightened.
"Look at them Piper." Leo barked, "You see what you've done?"
Panic. Fear. Anger. Each rolled over her in waves, receding, then returning full force in instants. Paige sat on the floor, turning the earlier phone conversations over in her mind. What was wrong with everyone she loved? Naruk? Another demon? It didn't add up. Not very many demons had this kind of power, and with Piper and Phoebe dead, it would be pointless to come after them anyway. Naruk had been playing the game because he enjoyed watching the suffer. Sure, others would like to see it as well, but a demon with the kind of power needed to change her entire reality wouldn't be wasting time on the two remaining Charmed Ones. Would they? Instincts said no. Naruk didn't have that kind of power, or at least, it wasn't mentioned in the Book. It would at least gain a sentence in the Book of Shadows! Maybe it wasn't demonic at all...Paige glanced around at all the empty bottles of alcohol and allowed the doubt she'd been holding back to surface. Had she jsut..imagined it all? That didn't compute either. Even if her true lifestyle DID include alcoholism, it wasn't possible to create an entire alternate world because of it. I mean, their was a difference between drunkeness and sheer lunacy. She wasn't insane...but then, if she was, she wouldn't be exactly brimming with the logic needed to figure that out now would she? This was getting her nowhere. She needed to walk. Quickly, she sensed for a quiet place in Golden Gate Park. Nothing. But not in the no activity kind of way. She didn't sense a thing at all. She concentrated on orbing there, and stayed in the same spot. What was this? Her powers didn't even work here? Now she had some real evidence towards that whole psychotic thing...