Phoebe sat up in her bed. As hard as she had tried, sleep would not
come to her. Where's the Sandman when you need him? She asked herself.
Phoebe remembered when she met the Sandman, but quickly the thought left
her mind as she let out another sneeze. "Achooooo!" Phoebe didn't know how
she was going to make it to work, she felt too sick to even concentrate on
anything. Nevertheless, there was no way she could take a sick day. There
had been many a day when this Charmed One had taken a sick day to help her
sisters vanquish evil demons, warlocks, and other beings that had either
threatened innocents or the three sisters themselves. Creeping quietly down
the stairs, she went back to the kitchen to make some more tea. Halfway
down the stairs, Phoebe felt sick to her stomach, and hurried to the
bathroom, knocking tables over. Piper woke up instantly. Rushing to see
what was going on, she saw Phoebe and felt sorry for her. How could she be
so sick so suddenly? How was she going to make it to work? Piper decided
she would call in sick for her younger sister when the hours became decent.
Quickly she went to the kitchen to make her sister some more tea.
This felt great. She had no self-containment, no boundaries, no limits. She sat in the middle of the living room, in the same position she had been in for the last four hours. Every item in the room was either broken, slung against the wall, or laying sideways and out of place. Only, she hadn't moved at all. The young woman felt a wonderful feeling. Lifting her dominant had into the air, she willed the couch to raise a foot above the floor. Then, she thrusted her hand away from her body, making the couch crash through wall, and the force of it not only not knock the wall half- way out, but it sent a shudder throughout the entire house. Almost all of her energy spent, she passed onto the floor. Any observer who entered the room would think it was a murder scene. Unless they knew of her power, no one would believe that she could do this much damage.
The demon was pleased now. He had been patient enough. Now it was time for his time and effort to finally pay off. His job was almost complete. Give it 24 hours, and he could move on to his next case. About time, too. He had been slowly working on this one for about five years, ever sice her Mom, Dad, Sister, and husband had died in a car crash coming to surprise her on her newest book publication. However, she had not known he was there. He had over time, crept into her mind, as her depression worsened. Actually, she had thought for the longest time that he was her concious. Only recently, at the last stages of his plan did she even consider there was more than that pushing her into the darkness. Now that it was too late. Give it a day, then he could turn her over to his boss to go on to the next victim. He was gald, too. The demon was getting bored of this pitiful woman.
This felt great. She had no self-containment, no boundaries, no limits. She sat in the middle of the living room, in the same position she had been in for the last four hours. Every item in the room was either broken, slung against the wall, or laying sideways and out of place. Only, she hadn't moved at all. The young woman felt a wonderful feeling. Lifting her dominant had into the air, she willed the couch to raise a foot above the floor. Then, she thrusted her hand away from her body, making the couch crash through wall, and the force of it not only not knock the wall half- way out, but it sent a shudder throughout the entire house. Almost all of her energy spent, she passed onto the floor. Any observer who entered the room would think it was a murder scene. Unless they knew of her power, no one would believe that she could do this much damage.
The demon was pleased now. He had been patient enough. Now it was time for his time and effort to finally pay off. His job was almost complete. Give it 24 hours, and he could move on to his next case. About time, too. He had been slowly working on this one for about five years, ever sice her Mom, Dad, Sister, and husband had died in a car crash coming to surprise her on her newest book publication. However, she had not known he was there. He had over time, crept into her mind, as her depression worsened. Actually, she had thought for the longest time that he was her concious. Only recently, at the last stages of his plan did she even consider there was more than that pushing her into the darkness. Now that it was too late. Give it a day, then he could turn her over to his boss to go on to the next victim. He was gald, too. The demon was getting bored of this pitiful woman.