Prue, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I were walking in the halls on a Saturday
afternoon on our
way to the Great Hall for lunch.
"Draco was hilarious," Ron said talking about an incident in class on Friday.
"I'm baaaaaacccccckkk," A voice said from behind them.
They whipped around. Standing there was Caleb, smirking as big as ever.
"Guys," Prue said.
"What?" They asked.
"Run," Prue and I said as we took off behind the rest of the group.
Caleb pulled me and Prue back.
"I don't think so," He said then threw me into a wall. I lay there stomach on the ground not moving. My head was facing Caleb and Prue.
"Kailie?" Prue asked even though she was being held by Caleb.
"I'm fine. Well not fine, but I'll be okay," I said not moving still.
"Now it's your turn. I heard you two were working with the slayer. Where is she?" Caleb asked Prue.
"I don't know," Prue said.
He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her neck to a wall.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"Go to Hell," Prue said.
He backhanded her and sent her sprawling to the floor.
"Wrong answer."
Caleb picked up Prue once more.
"Last chance."
"I hope she slices and dices you all over again," Prue spat.
"See you in hell," he smirked.
"Save me a seat," She smirked back.
He threw her through a classroom door. The thick wooden ones. She didn't stop there either. Prue kept flying until she hit a large wooden cabinet..
"Prue!!" I screamed then tried to get up.
I most likely broke something, I think my leg, but managed to get up. Caleb walked over and tried to backhand me, but I blocked it. I blocked a few other punches then he got one in. I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, but fell back to the ground.
"Weak. That's what you witches all are. Weak and petty," Caleb said picking me up and pinning me just like Prue into the wall.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
He punched me in the stomach and I felt a rib break. I held the scream that tried to squirm out.
"Better tell me if you don't want to end up like your friend who is probably dead right now," Caleb smirked.
"I don't know," I said shakily.
He threw me down the hallway floor. It was tile so I slid a few feet with his force. I couldn't get up, everywhere hurt. Caleb wasn't through though. He picked me up by my throat about 3 feet off the ground so I couldn't breathe.
"Tell me where the slayer is," he demanded.
"Screw you. I hope she sticks that scythe right where it belongs. Slicing through your stomach," I spat with the rest of my breath.
He threw me, just like Prue, through another classroom's doors. I flew through the air and hit the back wall with a sickening crunch.
"Maybe your brother will know," Caleb smirked standing next to me.
"Leave him out of this," I forced out.
"Why would you care? Why should you care? He's not your brother. You hadn't even known him till you moved to this hell hole. Why do you care about him?"
"Because unlike you and your little Buffy look-alike bitch, I actually have a life and care about him more than you can about anything," I said.
He picked me up again.
"Watch the language," He said.
"You aren't a priest. You never could be. Why do you even bother to dress like one? Hoping God could forgive you for murdering innocent girls? I don't know about you but I think that doesn't score a bunch of points in his book," I smirked.
Caleb got angry and threw me into a wall again.
"Shut up!"
"Aw. Little Caleb is getting angry. You know what, I hope you find the slayer. So she and her friends can kick your sorry ass back to where you belong. In some hell dimension. I hope you suffer. I hope you cry out in pain. Then all the world will be cheering for your death all over again."
He walked over and kicked me.
"When I tell you to shut up, you shut up," Caleb ordered his eyes flaming.
"A lot of good that's getting you," I smirked.
"A lot of good it's getting you little girl. You are on the verge of death. Doesn't it frighten you? Sure scared the little hell out of those other girls. I sure enjoyed those screams when I killed them. Oh sorry. It's getting late. Got to dash. If you live, be sure to tell the slayer I'm back. She'll jump for joy at that one."
Caleb left. I laid there for about 10 minutes before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Kailie?!" Harry's voice yelled.
"In here!" I yelled trying not to show my pain in my voice, but failed miserably.
Harry ran in.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Does it look like I'm alright. Go find Prue. She's in the other room," I said.
Harry looked at me.
"I need to know if she's okay. Hurry!" I said and Harry took off.
I lied my head down on the floor. Harry walked back in slowly, his face grim. I looked at him, and he shook his head no.
"Oh god," I whispered as my eyes started to water.
Harry walked over. He helped me put my head in his lap. I winced at almost every movement.
"Don't try to move any more. Hermione is getting the professors," Harry told me.
I laid my head in his lap and we waited. It wasn't too long before Snape ran in. He started to help me up, but I cried out in pain.
"Bite your tongue and hold your breath, I'm going to carry you alright?" Snape asked.
I nodded and did as he said. He picked me up in to his arms. I let out a breath as soon as He had me in his arms.
"Harry clear the way. I don't want to trip," Snape ordered and Harry did so.
As Snape carried me to the Hospital Wing I passed out.
*****
I was in that forest place from when I got hit with the curse.
"I'm getting tired of this!!!!" I yelled.
"You aren't the only one," Prue said stepping out of the forest.
"H-harry said you-" I started.
"Died. Yeah, he's right about that. Do did you tell Caleb to shove that scythe up his ass?" Prue asked
"I dissed him pretty good. Broke a few ribs in the process, but it was all worth it," I said. "I was kind of hoping that Angel would make an appearance like when Buffy was fighting him, but I haven't even met him. "
"And how much we wish we could huh?" Prue joked.
I laughed.
"Time to go Kailie," Prue told me.
"Not now Gillie-bean. There aren't going to be midnight margaritas ever again," I whined.
"Have it with Harry and the wicked trio. Promise me that you will watch Practical Magic sometime and to the chocolate milk dance?"
"Promise," I said.
We did our handshake.
"Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright, in the forest of the night," We both said. "Blessed be," Prue said.
"Blessed be," I told her back.
"Make sure Wyatt grows up to be a good kid," Prue joked.
*****
"Draco was hilarious," Ron said talking about an incident in class on Friday.
"I'm baaaaaacccccckkk," A voice said from behind them.
They whipped around. Standing there was Caleb, smirking as big as ever.
"Guys," Prue said.
"What?" They asked.
"Run," Prue and I said as we took off behind the rest of the group.
Caleb pulled me and Prue back.
"I don't think so," He said then threw me into a wall. I lay there stomach on the ground not moving. My head was facing Caleb and Prue.
"Kailie?" Prue asked even though she was being held by Caleb.
"I'm fine. Well not fine, but I'll be okay," I said not moving still.
"Now it's your turn. I heard you two were working with the slayer. Where is she?" Caleb asked Prue.
"I don't know," Prue said.
He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her neck to a wall.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"Go to Hell," Prue said.
He backhanded her and sent her sprawling to the floor.
"Wrong answer."
Caleb picked up Prue once more.
"Last chance."
"I hope she slices and dices you all over again," Prue spat.
"See you in hell," he smirked.
"Save me a seat," She smirked back.
He threw her through a classroom door. The thick wooden ones. She didn't stop there either. Prue kept flying until she hit a large wooden cabinet..
"Prue!!" I screamed then tried to get up.
I most likely broke something, I think my leg, but managed to get up. Caleb walked over and tried to backhand me, but I blocked it. I blocked a few other punches then he got one in. I fell to the ground. I tried to get up, but fell back to the ground.
"Weak. That's what you witches all are. Weak and petty," Caleb said picking me up and pinning me just like Prue into the wall.
"Where is she?" He asked.
"I don't know," I answered.
He punched me in the stomach and I felt a rib break. I held the scream that tried to squirm out.
"Better tell me if you don't want to end up like your friend who is probably dead right now," Caleb smirked.
"I don't know," I said shakily.
He threw me down the hallway floor. It was tile so I slid a few feet with his force. I couldn't get up, everywhere hurt. Caleb wasn't through though. He picked me up by my throat about 3 feet off the ground so I couldn't breathe.
"Tell me where the slayer is," he demanded.
"Screw you. I hope she sticks that scythe right where it belongs. Slicing through your stomach," I spat with the rest of my breath.
He threw me, just like Prue, through another classroom's doors. I flew through the air and hit the back wall with a sickening crunch.
"Maybe your brother will know," Caleb smirked standing next to me.
"Leave him out of this," I forced out.
"Why would you care? Why should you care? He's not your brother. You hadn't even known him till you moved to this hell hole. Why do you care about him?"
"Because unlike you and your little Buffy look-alike bitch, I actually have a life and care about him more than you can about anything," I said.
He picked me up again.
"Watch the language," He said.
"You aren't a priest. You never could be. Why do you even bother to dress like one? Hoping God could forgive you for murdering innocent girls? I don't know about you but I think that doesn't score a bunch of points in his book," I smirked.
Caleb got angry and threw me into a wall again.
"Shut up!"
"Aw. Little Caleb is getting angry. You know what, I hope you find the slayer. So she and her friends can kick your sorry ass back to where you belong. In some hell dimension. I hope you suffer. I hope you cry out in pain. Then all the world will be cheering for your death all over again."
He walked over and kicked me.
"When I tell you to shut up, you shut up," Caleb ordered his eyes flaming.
"A lot of good that's getting you," I smirked.
"A lot of good it's getting you little girl. You are on the verge of death. Doesn't it frighten you? Sure scared the little hell out of those other girls. I sure enjoyed those screams when I killed them. Oh sorry. It's getting late. Got to dash. If you live, be sure to tell the slayer I'm back. She'll jump for joy at that one."
Caleb left. I laid there for about 10 minutes before letting out a sigh of relief.
"Kailie?!" Harry's voice yelled.
"In here!" I yelled trying not to show my pain in my voice, but failed miserably.
Harry ran in.
"You alright?" he asked.
"Does it look like I'm alright. Go find Prue. She's in the other room," I said.
Harry looked at me.
"I need to know if she's okay. Hurry!" I said and Harry took off.
I lied my head down on the floor. Harry walked back in slowly, his face grim. I looked at him, and he shook his head no.
"Oh god," I whispered as my eyes started to water.
Harry walked over. He helped me put my head in his lap. I winced at almost every movement.
"Don't try to move any more. Hermione is getting the professors," Harry told me.
I laid my head in his lap and we waited. It wasn't too long before Snape ran in. He started to help me up, but I cried out in pain.
"Bite your tongue and hold your breath, I'm going to carry you alright?" Snape asked.
I nodded and did as he said. He picked me up in to his arms. I let out a breath as soon as He had me in his arms.
"Harry clear the way. I don't want to trip," Snape ordered and Harry did so.
As Snape carried me to the Hospital Wing I passed out.
*****
I was in that forest place from when I got hit with the curse.
"I'm getting tired of this!!!!" I yelled.
"You aren't the only one," Prue said stepping out of the forest.
"H-harry said you-" I started.
"Died. Yeah, he's right about that. Do did you tell Caleb to shove that scythe up his ass?" Prue asked
"I dissed him pretty good. Broke a few ribs in the process, but it was all worth it," I said. "I was kind of hoping that Angel would make an appearance like when Buffy was fighting him, but I haven't even met him. "
"And how much we wish we could huh?" Prue joked.
I laughed.
"Time to go Kailie," Prue told me.
"Not now Gillie-bean. There aren't going to be midnight margaritas ever again," I whined.
"Have it with Harry and the wicked trio. Promise me that you will watch Practical Magic sometime and to the chocolate milk dance?"
"Promise," I said.
We did our handshake.
"Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright, in the forest of the night," We both said. "Blessed be," Prue said.
"Blessed be," I told her back.
"Make sure Wyatt grows up to be a good kid," Prue joked.
*****