Part Nine.
Still in the past.
Chasmez looked down at the three unconscious women on the kitchen floor, his smile slowly fading. Behind him, he heard a choke of horror, and spun around to see the boy's soul standing in the doorway, tears pouring down his face.
Far too young to watch me kill his family, Chasmez thought. He had the tiniest bit of respect for the twelve-year-old . after all, Wyatt had willingly given his body up to the demon. With an impatient sigh, he drew the boy away from the kitchen.
"You killed them." Wyatt began to sob. "I thought you just wanted to get their powers. I didn't think - you wanted to kill them."
"This is an opportunity of a lifetime, kid." Chasmez said calmly. "To just let the Charmed Ones get away? Besides, another demon would come after them eventually, and without their powers they'd be helpless besides. So it's better this way."
Wyatt shook his head, unable to believe what he had done. "You told me - you said to me that you wouldn't harm them. YOU SAID!"
"A word of advice, chicka." Chasmez replied. "Never trust a demon. Didn't your parents teach you that?"
Wyatt nodded slowly. "Yeah. but now they're dead." He looked down ruefully at his transparent self. "And I'm a nothing."
"Too right." Chasmez sighed, not wanting to tell the boy that his aunts and mother weren't dead - at least, not yet. He wanted to get the kid out of the way so that he could finish the job off. "Now, why don't you toddle off somewhere and play with blocks or something."
"First off, I'm not a baby." Wyatt snapped angrily. "And secondly - he reached forward and tried to pick up the fruit bowl on the coffee table. His hand passed right through it. "I'm like a ghost. I can't do anything."
"Look, kid, just get out the house." Chasmez snapped back. "You're not invisible to mortals, you know. Someone must've heard the commotion - they'll be calling the police any minute, and what do you think they'll do when they see you here?"
Wyatt wiped his cheeks and without another word, orbed out. Grinning at his success, Chasmez stepped into the boy's body that had been standing in the kitchen threshold motionless for the past ten minutes and bent down next to Phoebe, who had drifted into unconsciousness from the pain of her broken leg. Placing a hand over her forehead, he began to suck her essence through his palm, along with her powers, setting her soul free.
Paige stirred and awoke, her head throbbing. Her eyes widened as she saw the green mist floating out of the middle sister into her nephew, and, ignoring the pain of her head, threw herself at Wyatt, knocking him out the way.
"NO!"
"God, you again." Chasmez rolled his eyes. He was enjoying playing the part of an innocent twelve-year-old . all the other witches he had possessed had been grumpy old women.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Paige was horrified by Phoebe's appearance. Having most of her essence sucked out of her, her face was a greenish white, her lips were tainted blue and she looked, to all appearances, dead. But she was breathing, quietly but harshly, and Paige was relieved.
"Why? I'll tell you why. I'm fed up of being not allowed to do what I want. I want freedom, and I want power. And now I have it." Wyatt giggled. He pushed Paige out the way easily, and placed his palm back on Phoebe's forehead.
Struggling to stay awake, for her head was hurting so badly now that silver spots flitted in front of her eyes, Paige focused all her attention on orbing. Grabbing her sister's lifeless hand, she orbed the pair out of the house and into the garden, where Piper was lying. Paige didn't know if she could get all three of them into safe hiding - she was already exhausted just by orbing Phoebe out of the house.
Before she could compensate what to do, where to go, Wyatt blinked into the garden in front of her eyes. Paige's eyes widened, as the truth dawned on her.
She was going to die, along with her sisters. And there was no escape.
Still in the past.
Chasmez looked down at the three unconscious women on the kitchen floor, his smile slowly fading. Behind him, he heard a choke of horror, and spun around to see the boy's soul standing in the doorway, tears pouring down his face.
Far too young to watch me kill his family, Chasmez thought. He had the tiniest bit of respect for the twelve-year-old . after all, Wyatt had willingly given his body up to the demon. With an impatient sigh, he drew the boy away from the kitchen.
"You killed them." Wyatt began to sob. "I thought you just wanted to get their powers. I didn't think - you wanted to kill them."
"This is an opportunity of a lifetime, kid." Chasmez said calmly. "To just let the Charmed Ones get away? Besides, another demon would come after them eventually, and without their powers they'd be helpless besides. So it's better this way."
Wyatt shook his head, unable to believe what he had done. "You told me - you said to me that you wouldn't harm them. YOU SAID!"
"A word of advice, chicka." Chasmez replied. "Never trust a demon. Didn't your parents teach you that?"
Wyatt nodded slowly. "Yeah. but now they're dead." He looked down ruefully at his transparent self. "And I'm a nothing."
"Too right." Chasmez sighed, not wanting to tell the boy that his aunts and mother weren't dead - at least, not yet. He wanted to get the kid out of the way so that he could finish the job off. "Now, why don't you toddle off somewhere and play with blocks or something."
"First off, I'm not a baby." Wyatt snapped angrily. "And secondly - he reached forward and tried to pick up the fruit bowl on the coffee table. His hand passed right through it. "I'm like a ghost. I can't do anything."
"Look, kid, just get out the house." Chasmez snapped back. "You're not invisible to mortals, you know. Someone must've heard the commotion - they'll be calling the police any minute, and what do you think they'll do when they see you here?"
Wyatt wiped his cheeks and without another word, orbed out. Grinning at his success, Chasmez stepped into the boy's body that had been standing in the kitchen threshold motionless for the past ten minutes and bent down next to Phoebe, who had drifted into unconsciousness from the pain of her broken leg. Placing a hand over her forehead, he began to suck her essence through his palm, along with her powers, setting her soul free.
Paige stirred and awoke, her head throbbing. Her eyes widened as she saw the green mist floating out of the middle sister into her nephew, and, ignoring the pain of her head, threw herself at Wyatt, knocking him out the way.
"NO!"
"God, you again." Chasmez rolled his eyes. He was enjoying playing the part of an innocent twelve-year-old . all the other witches he had possessed had been grumpy old women.
"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" Paige was horrified by Phoebe's appearance. Having most of her essence sucked out of her, her face was a greenish white, her lips were tainted blue and she looked, to all appearances, dead. But she was breathing, quietly but harshly, and Paige was relieved.
"Why? I'll tell you why. I'm fed up of being not allowed to do what I want. I want freedom, and I want power. And now I have it." Wyatt giggled. He pushed Paige out the way easily, and placed his palm back on Phoebe's forehead.
Struggling to stay awake, for her head was hurting so badly now that silver spots flitted in front of her eyes, Paige focused all her attention on orbing. Grabbing her sister's lifeless hand, she orbed the pair out of the house and into the garden, where Piper was lying. Paige didn't know if she could get all three of them into safe hiding - she was already exhausted just by orbing Phoebe out of the house.
Before she could compensate what to do, where to go, Wyatt blinked into the garden in front of her eyes. Paige's eyes widened, as the truth dawned on her.
She was going to die, along with her sisters. And there was no escape.