AN: ~ mean the mysterious voice, because I'm too lazy to write that all
the time in context.
After hours of hugs, tears, short introductions, and catching up, all of the members of the Halliwell family were sound asleep.
The corridor had grown. The doors had reached monstrous proportions, and a few glowed with a sinister- looking light. The game pieces were gone, and in their place were gasping faces, pulling and smashing each other in a frantic frenzy to leave the rooms. Ally's confusing, yet safe-feeling dream had been horribly tainted, and she writhed in the agony of the pain so many others were feeling. So many, so many. Dream slipped into unconsciousness, and in the blissful darkness, Ally gratefully slumbered, free of any feeling at all. Moments later, a sinister, dead-looking face ripped through the veil of unconsciousness that Ally had cloaked herself in. A horrible shriek of terror pierced the night's deadly calm, but Paige and Prue were the only ones who heard it.
"Miss Halliwell? Are you listening to me at all?" Mr. McBeal asked. "Uh, yeah, (yawn) I'm listening." Ally lied. She had been dozing in her seat since class had started. Too afraid of her dream to sleep, she had awoken at five in the morning, giving her a whopping two hours of sleep.
"Umhmm, what did I just say?" Mr. McBeal asked cynically, tapping his pen annoyingly on his desk. ~say weather patterns,~ a light, slightly coarse voice recommended. "Something about weather patterns," *I hope,* Ally said out loud. To the voice, she thought-asked, *Who are you?* ~look at the window, ~ Ally did, and her eyes widened when she saw a minute tortishell point Siamese kitten lazing on the windowsill. ~you are one ugly kitten. Where is your fur? Do you have mange? Or are you naturally bald?~ "Mr. McBeal? I don't feel well, can I see the nurse?" Ally said, and held her head in her hands. "Why, sure, if you are really sick," Mr. McBeal told her, gesturing for the door. *you could say that,* Ally thought wryly, lurching her way outside to the windowsill.
Upon reaching it, she grabbed the kitten, and uncaring about being careful, orbed home.
"Aunt Prue!" she yelled, knowing somehow, that Aunt Prue was the only adult home. "What the. forget it, just tell me what the heck you're doing home at," she checked her watch, "one o'clock, when you're supposed to be at school." "Okay, I fell asleep in class, and then I hear this little voice, in my head," Ally pointed, then continued wildly, "I look around, and this kitten is on the windowsill, so." Her voice faded out as she realized that she sounded like a world class loon. "Mmhmm, and where are you going with this?" Prue asked, shaking her head slightly. "and where on earth did you get that kitten?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you! I think that whole, 'talk to the Sentinel's species' thing wasn't total baloney, and this kitten," Ally paused, listening to someone Prue couldn't hear. "Hey! That was really mean! You're lucky she can't understand you, you, Vain! Yeah, YOU, vain, vain, vain!" Ally taunted the kitten, and Prue, wondering from what genes her niece had received her insanity, nodded slowly, and went to call her sisters.
When she had gone, Ally and the kitten's conversation continued, ~well, she isn't as beautiful as I am, that's for sure,~ *Do you have a name, or do you just make people seem like lunatics!?* Ally thought to the kitten. ~yes, my name is Vega, and do you have a name, or do you just take kittens off the streets and teleport them to strange places?~ *Humph,* Ally thought, and the two glared at each other.
AN: Just as an interesting fact, Vega, the kitten, was actually based off of one of my pet cats. They are both extremely vain. Okay, ya'll know the drill, Review!
After hours of hugs, tears, short introductions, and catching up, all of the members of the Halliwell family were sound asleep.
The corridor had grown. The doors had reached monstrous proportions, and a few glowed with a sinister- looking light. The game pieces were gone, and in their place were gasping faces, pulling and smashing each other in a frantic frenzy to leave the rooms. Ally's confusing, yet safe-feeling dream had been horribly tainted, and she writhed in the agony of the pain so many others were feeling. So many, so many. Dream slipped into unconsciousness, and in the blissful darkness, Ally gratefully slumbered, free of any feeling at all. Moments later, a sinister, dead-looking face ripped through the veil of unconsciousness that Ally had cloaked herself in. A horrible shriek of terror pierced the night's deadly calm, but Paige and Prue were the only ones who heard it.
"Miss Halliwell? Are you listening to me at all?" Mr. McBeal asked. "Uh, yeah, (yawn) I'm listening." Ally lied. She had been dozing in her seat since class had started. Too afraid of her dream to sleep, she had awoken at five in the morning, giving her a whopping two hours of sleep.
"Umhmm, what did I just say?" Mr. McBeal asked cynically, tapping his pen annoyingly on his desk. ~say weather patterns,~ a light, slightly coarse voice recommended. "Something about weather patterns," *I hope,* Ally said out loud. To the voice, she thought-asked, *Who are you?* ~look at the window, ~ Ally did, and her eyes widened when she saw a minute tortishell point Siamese kitten lazing on the windowsill. ~you are one ugly kitten. Where is your fur? Do you have mange? Or are you naturally bald?~ "Mr. McBeal? I don't feel well, can I see the nurse?" Ally said, and held her head in her hands. "Why, sure, if you are really sick," Mr. McBeal told her, gesturing for the door. *you could say that,* Ally thought wryly, lurching her way outside to the windowsill.
Upon reaching it, she grabbed the kitten, and uncaring about being careful, orbed home.
"Aunt Prue!" she yelled, knowing somehow, that Aunt Prue was the only adult home. "What the. forget it, just tell me what the heck you're doing home at," she checked her watch, "one o'clock, when you're supposed to be at school." "Okay, I fell asleep in class, and then I hear this little voice, in my head," Ally pointed, then continued wildly, "I look around, and this kitten is on the windowsill, so." Her voice faded out as she realized that she sounded like a world class loon. "Mmhmm, and where are you going with this?" Prue asked, shaking her head slightly. "and where on earth did you get that kitten?" "That's what I'm trying to tell you! I think that whole, 'talk to the Sentinel's species' thing wasn't total baloney, and this kitten," Ally paused, listening to someone Prue couldn't hear. "Hey! That was really mean! You're lucky she can't understand you, you, Vain! Yeah, YOU, vain, vain, vain!" Ally taunted the kitten, and Prue, wondering from what genes her niece had received her insanity, nodded slowly, and went to call her sisters.
When she had gone, Ally and the kitten's conversation continued, ~well, she isn't as beautiful as I am, that's for sure,~ *Do you have a name, or do you just make people seem like lunatics!?* Ally thought to the kitten. ~yes, my name is Vega, and do you have a name, or do you just take kittens off the streets and teleport them to strange places?~ *Humph,* Ally thought, and the two glared at each other.
AN: Just as an interesting fact, Vega, the kitten, was actually based off of one of my pet cats. They are both extremely vain. Okay, ya'll know the drill, Review!