Part Six.
In the present.
Standing outside her sister's bedroom door, she drew a hand across her tear- streaked face and swallowed hard to contain her sobs. The large room was exactly how her sister had left it five years before. She knew that if she had continued to live in the house after Piper Halliwell's death, she would have gradually gotten used to the fact that she was alone in the large manor. But being on the run from the evil that had taken her sisters away from her had made this time the first in the house since her family had died.
It was as if Piper and Phoebe Halliwell had died the day before, not five years before.
Turning away slowly, Paige Matthews walked towards her own bedroom, the complete opposite to Piper's. It was left exactly how it had been when she had run out, except it was covered in a thick layer of dust, and cobwebs hung off the walls. Stepping over a pile of moth-eaten clothes, she sat down on her bed, raising a large cloud of dust, and burst into a fresh bout of tears.
"Oh god, oh God." Paige moaned, rocking back and forth, her throat stinging from the cries. She buried her face in her hands, the pain and sadness sweeping through her with such vengeance that she could barely stand it. How could it be five years? It was impossible. To suffer such mourning when her sisters were long passed away could have been strange to some people, but to Paige - she hadn't just lost them five years ago, she had lost them every day since. Just feeling her nephew's pure evil as he followed her wherever she went was a reminder of what he had done, giving her the constant flashback to when they had died. "Piper, Phoebe - oh, Phoebe, why didn't we listen to you?" Paige sobbed, sliding onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
"Because you were too caught up in your own lives." Phoebe said quietly from the doorway. Paige sat up, her eyes wide in horror.
"No."
"Oh, yes, Paige. You and Piper were so selfish. Thinking I was going insane. I knew that you thought I was the worst person on earth to accuse a child of being evil. But I was right, wasn't I?" Her voice became harsh, cold, unforgiving. "And because of your lack of interest, I died. You watched Wyatt kill me, then turn to Piper. You were weak, pitiful, you had to run away. You couldn't stay and save us."
"Don't." Paige choked.
"Why not? Every word I'm saying is the truth. If you had stayed and fought, maybe Piper and I would be alive today. Maybe San Francisco would still be alive today. Yes, that's what I'm saying, Paige. You ruined a lot of lives that day."
"I know that!" Paige exclaimed shrilly. "I ruined my own as well,"
"Oh, always thinking of yourself." Phoebe said bitterly. "Do you know how many children were orphaned as you ran? They're grown up now, but their pain will be forever."
"Stop it." Paige pulled herself together. "I know that you're not Phoebe. She's dead."
"No!" Phoebe yelled.
"Yes!" Paige retorted. "You're nothing! You're just a tiny fraction of Wyatt's evil, trying to mess with my mind, make me weaker! Well, five years has taught me something, you know? I'm not trusting anything that goes on here."
Phoebe's voice wavered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh. I think you do." Paige replied. "Look, whatever you are, just leave me alone. When the time comes for Wyatt to die, I'll know."
"Don't you mean when the time comes for you to die?" Phoebe snickered.
Paige shook her head, smiling. "I have a lot of revenge built up inside me. I'm waiting for it to be released onto him. And when it does - oh, all hell will break loose. I promise. I didn't ruin a lot of lives the day Piper and Phoebe died. He did. And I'll make up for that."
Phoebe burst into flames with a shriek of anger.
In the present.
Standing outside her sister's bedroom door, she drew a hand across her tear- streaked face and swallowed hard to contain her sobs. The large room was exactly how her sister had left it five years before. She knew that if she had continued to live in the house after Piper Halliwell's death, she would have gradually gotten used to the fact that she was alone in the large manor. But being on the run from the evil that had taken her sisters away from her had made this time the first in the house since her family had died.
It was as if Piper and Phoebe Halliwell had died the day before, not five years before.
Turning away slowly, Paige Matthews walked towards her own bedroom, the complete opposite to Piper's. It was left exactly how it had been when she had run out, except it was covered in a thick layer of dust, and cobwebs hung off the walls. Stepping over a pile of moth-eaten clothes, she sat down on her bed, raising a large cloud of dust, and burst into a fresh bout of tears.
"Oh god, oh God." Paige moaned, rocking back and forth, her throat stinging from the cries. She buried her face in her hands, the pain and sadness sweeping through her with such vengeance that she could barely stand it. How could it be five years? It was impossible. To suffer such mourning when her sisters were long passed away could have been strange to some people, but to Paige - she hadn't just lost them five years ago, she had lost them every day since. Just feeling her nephew's pure evil as he followed her wherever she went was a reminder of what he had done, giving her the constant flashback to when they had died. "Piper, Phoebe - oh, Phoebe, why didn't we listen to you?" Paige sobbed, sliding onto her back and staring at the ceiling.
"Because you were too caught up in your own lives." Phoebe said quietly from the doorway. Paige sat up, her eyes wide in horror.
"No."
"Oh, yes, Paige. You and Piper were so selfish. Thinking I was going insane. I knew that you thought I was the worst person on earth to accuse a child of being evil. But I was right, wasn't I?" Her voice became harsh, cold, unforgiving. "And because of your lack of interest, I died. You watched Wyatt kill me, then turn to Piper. You were weak, pitiful, you had to run away. You couldn't stay and save us."
"Don't." Paige choked.
"Why not? Every word I'm saying is the truth. If you had stayed and fought, maybe Piper and I would be alive today. Maybe San Francisco would still be alive today. Yes, that's what I'm saying, Paige. You ruined a lot of lives that day."
"I know that!" Paige exclaimed shrilly. "I ruined my own as well,"
"Oh, always thinking of yourself." Phoebe said bitterly. "Do you know how many children were orphaned as you ran? They're grown up now, but their pain will be forever."
"Stop it." Paige pulled herself together. "I know that you're not Phoebe. She's dead."
"No!" Phoebe yelled.
"Yes!" Paige retorted. "You're nothing! You're just a tiny fraction of Wyatt's evil, trying to mess with my mind, make me weaker! Well, five years has taught me something, you know? I'm not trusting anything that goes on here."
Phoebe's voice wavered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh. I think you do." Paige replied. "Look, whatever you are, just leave me alone. When the time comes for Wyatt to die, I'll know."
"Don't you mean when the time comes for you to die?" Phoebe snickered.
Paige shook her head, smiling. "I have a lot of revenge built up inside me. I'm waiting for it to be released onto him. And when it does - oh, all hell will break loose. I promise. I didn't ruin a lot of lives the day Piper and Phoebe died. He did. And I'll make up for that."
Phoebe burst into flames with a shriek of anger.