In their past life their names were:
Chris= William
Wyatt= Andrew
Prue= P. Bowen
Piper= P. Bexter
Phoebe= P. Russel
Victoria= Valerie
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Andrew was startled out of his perfect memory of meeting her by someone trying to move stealthily through the woods. A sharp crack of a twig a few feet away alerted him to where his intruder was coming from. Valerie? He wondered turning to see who it was. But it was still too dark to see.
Before, when he'd first met her he'd been perfectly able to see into her mind and relive her memories, but through the time that they'd known each other she'd stopped his intrusions by building a wall against him.
She'd shielded her mind from him as well as herself.
He hated knowing that she feared him enough to do that.
He kicked himself everyday for not pacing his actions more slowly. For doing what he did the way he had did it. Maybe, if he had done something different she would still be with him. They would be together instead of apart from each other in the pit of hells loneliness.
He'd just jumped right into the frying pan with her when they'd met. He'd made it clear the second he'd spoken to her that he only had eyes for her. He'd also made it common knowledge that they were both a lot alike.
They both were powerful and dangerous.
Of course, at first she'd embraced him and wanted to know everything she could about him and magic. She'd been like a curious child willing to be taught and happy to have someone to confide in for once in her life about her powers.
She'd given him the time of day because he'd been the first person that she'd ever met that was like her. He'd showed her that she wasn't the devil incarnate like her mother had told her she was because of her powers.
He'd comforted her by being like her.
She'd been drawn to him, too. By just being together they felt like magnets being pulled into each other over and over again until they couldn't stand being without the other. Soon after they had met they couldn't resist being away from one another for long periods of time.
In the beginning, she'd come willingly to him. She'd found him in the cemetery time after time. Always, they would meet in the cemetery. It was the only place she could be where her parents wouldn't follow and where they wouldn't suspect her motives for being there.
She had been so curious of his freedom with his powers to the point that she became the same way. He'd slowly taught her everything he knew about magic while she had taught him what it was to be loved.
Every moment with her he lived like it was his last. It hadn't surprised him much when they'd become lovers within weeks of knowing each other.
They completed one another. She was the light and he was the darkness. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
He'd adored her.
And then, he'd made that mistake that had costed him his lifetime with her.
It had happened one spring night that she'd been able to sneak away from her house. He'd wanted to let her live a little and show her a good time. So, they'd went to a nearby dance hall where they could dance the night away. When they had came out of the dance hall, they'd been as drunk off the wine as well as each other.
She'd smiled so sweetly at him as they'd walked along the lonely street. It had been the last time she's smiled at him that way.
He had twirled her in and out of the street lamps light as they walked along the cracked gray sidewalk in the night. Her red flapper dress flaring out in the wind as they danced around the town giddily.
Her red shoes clasped around her wrist that he held lightly as the other hand he used to twirl her around with. That night she'd worn her hair down. It had laid crimped down her back in golden blond waves until he'd twirled her and then it had went flying around with her.
It had been the last time they had been happy together.
He stopped twirling her and brought her against him. She giggled and tilted her head back to look into his hungry eyes.
"What now, nymphet?" he asked, softly touching her hair.
Nymphet, the nickname he'd given her suited her well. His nymphet.
She looked just as beautiful as any water nymph that he'd ever seen. He'd even bet that she'd give the nymphs a run for their money. The name suited her ethereal beauty as well as the way she acted. She was just like a mischievous child with the common sense and reasoning of an angel and that made her in his eyes a nymphet.
"Mmm... I don't know, Andrew. Surely, you have something in mind." she answered, she raised herself up on her tippy toes and gave him a brief kiss on the side of his mouth.
"You tease," he said, quickly tickling her before she could get away. As she giggled and tried to fight him off he picked her up into his strong arms. In the process, she dropped her red shoes.
"Andrew, my shoes." she told him and pointed down at them on the sidewalk.
"Ah, forget them. I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow," he answered, as he started walking away from them.
"Andrew, come on."
He let out a breath of exasperation then he let her down on the ground lightly. He walked back to where her shoes were and picked them up. Women, and their shoes. He'd never understand.
"Okay, happy?" he asked.
He looked up as he wagged her precious high heels in his fingertips. He saw her bare feet sliding back a little for some reason. Then, he saw the another pair of feet behind hers in scuffed black shoes.
His gaze quickly focused on her.
She was scared and surprised. Her attacker had came out of no where and had done so silently. Her attacker now had one arm firmly wrapped over her stomach to keep her from moving and the other holding a gleaming knife to her throat in case she thought his strength to hold her back wasn't enough.
Valerie!
He wanted to tell her to use her powers against the man, but she wouldn't. She hadn't come far enough yet to kill someone with her powers. She would never do it. She valued human life more that he did.
"I'm going to give you one chance to step away from the lady," Andrew warned.
His fire ball formed inside the palm of his hand that he had placed behind his back. He wasn't as good as Valerie.
He would kill if he had the chance to. He always had and he always would. The power of life and death over someone let alone the victory fueled him to kill.
He'd hoped that one day Victoria would enjoy the feeling as much as he had. He had a slight feeling what he was about to do wasn't the best way go about saving her, but he shook it off. She wouldn't like what he was going to do. But he wouldn't change. He would never change. Not even for her.
He took a quick glance around the street. All there was were dark buildings looming in the shadows. It was like a ghost town. No one would witness what he was going to do. No one but the three of them which soon would be reduced to two.
"Give me all your money, mister. Or I'll slit her throat!" the thief warned.
"Do you know who you are dealing with?" Andrew asked, laughing as he brought the fire ball into clear view of the thief.
The thief's smoky gray eyes widened at what he saw but he didn't back down. He didn't let go of Valerie like Andrew half expected him to. Instead, he pulled her body tighter to his filthy, stinking flesh.
"You won't risk hurting her. Now give me your money!" the thief cried, impatiently. "Or I'll do a little carving." he warned touching the knife to her throat and letting it make a small cut.
How dare he! Who did he think he was? Even from a few feet away, Andrew knew that he was only a mere mortal. He had no strength or powers to defend himself besides the knife to Valerie's throat.
How dare he harm her.
Andrew didn't answer the thief or give him his money. Instead, he waved his hand in a motioning towards his side and said, "Valerie."
She instantly appeared beside him, A bit shocked and a bit out of breath. She looked over at him in surprise and then she looked at the shocked thief.
Then, Andrew touched her throat where a small line to f blood trickled down it. Andrew felt the warm blood on his fingertips and it only fueled his anger more.
He touched her pale cheek. Calming her instantly, he knew that all she could see was him now. The same effect all too familiarly came over him as it always did whenever they were together. He still knew that the thief was close by though.
He could sense the thief's surprise and anger at being had. He also could feel the slight fear radiating from the thief's body since he didn't understand what had just happened.
Andrew didn't care to pay him any attention. Instead, he gave Valerie a soft passionate kiss that started other small kisses as she clung onto him. He was, of course, her hero for the moment.
As she did, the thief started to run.
Oh, no you don't, Andrew thought.
He threw out his hand that was still holding the fireball like a baseball pitcher ready to strike the other team out. The fireball hit the thief head on. Instantly, he was engorged in flames. Almost as instantly, the world came back to Valerie as the thief dropped to the ground screaming.
"Oh, my god," she whispered starting to move towards the thief as if she could help him.
Why she cared, Andrew would never understand.
He stopped her. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her right in her tracks as she watched in horror as the thief's screams subsided and all that was left of his wretched existence was a pile of gray dust. Which started to blow away as the winds picked up around them bringing the storm.
He knew it was her storm as he took her shoulders in his hands and looked down at her violet-blue eyes.
"Andrew, why?" she whispered.
"Because I could," he answered.
She didn't take his answer lightly, "Don't you have any remorse?"
"For a common thief that terrorizes defenseless women in the middle of the night? Hardly!"
"You didn't have to kill him," she responded.
"What then could I have done?" he asked, waiting for her to think up a brilliant answer.
"I don't know. Give him money? Fight him the way humans do?" she sputtered in shock, ripping herself from his grip.
Uh oh, honeymoon's over, he thought.
"While you lay bleeding to death in the street? I think not! "
"Andrew, he was human. "
"Ah, there you go on that humanity kick." he said, bitterly.
"Humanity kick? You're human, Andrew. I don't know if you realize this yet but you bleed, you get older each year like the rest of us, and you will eventually die!" she cried.
"Never!" he responded, vehemently. He would never be weak enough to die. Not if he could help it.
"You're not Peter Pan, Andrew. Neverland doesn't exit. You will die one day. Whether you like it or not. Not even your blasted powers can save you from the inevitable!"
"I will find away," he yelled at her.
Lightning from the storm struck the lamp post in his fury causing the lamppost to slowly started to crack in half from its perch and fall towards the ground. Inevitably, going straight towards Valerie as he watched.
He didn't think. He just reacted. He rushed at her and threw both of them out of its path.
She lay underneath him. Her eyes filled with fury. Forgiveness was no where inside of them as he looked down a the girl he loved. He had almost lost her again to death. He wouldn't let that happen.
"He was asking for it, Valerie. If I hadn't killed him someone else would have." he said, trying to win her back.
"Better if not by your hand," she responded, pushing him off of her and standing as he laid on the ground still.
"Valerie," he whispered.
"Don't come around me. I don't want to see you anymore, Andrew. Just leave me alone." she said.
Then, she'd disappeared.
She'd vanished from his side; from his life. Leaving him there alone on the vacant street where only moments before they had been kissing.
He'd been furious then.
He'd used his demonic powers to break windows to the buildings around him and then he created fires in the others he hadn't yet destroyed. If she didn't want to be with him over something so small and stupidly insignificant then she didn't have to be.
Let her be alone. See what good that did her. He thought bitterly as he stood in the destruction he'd caused.
He'd decided then at that moment that if he couldn't be with her then everyone else would pay for it.
Everyone would pay, he thought smiling as he saw her younger sister appear in the moonlight shredding through the trees.
Everyone.
Chris= William
Wyatt= Andrew
Prue= P. Bowen
Piper= P. Bexter
Phoebe= P. Russel
Victoria= Valerie
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Andrew was startled out of his perfect memory of meeting her by someone trying to move stealthily through the woods. A sharp crack of a twig a few feet away alerted him to where his intruder was coming from. Valerie? He wondered turning to see who it was. But it was still too dark to see.
Before, when he'd first met her he'd been perfectly able to see into her mind and relive her memories, but through the time that they'd known each other she'd stopped his intrusions by building a wall against him.
She'd shielded her mind from him as well as herself.
He hated knowing that she feared him enough to do that.
He kicked himself everyday for not pacing his actions more slowly. For doing what he did the way he had did it. Maybe, if he had done something different she would still be with him. They would be together instead of apart from each other in the pit of hells loneliness.
He'd just jumped right into the frying pan with her when they'd met. He'd made it clear the second he'd spoken to her that he only had eyes for her. He'd also made it common knowledge that they were both a lot alike.
They both were powerful and dangerous.
Of course, at first she'd embraced him and wanted to know everything she could about him and magic. She'd been like a curious child willing to be taught and happy to have someone to confide in for once in her life about her powers.
She'd given him the time of day because he'd been the first person that she'd ever met that was like her. He'd showed her that she wasn't the devil incarnate like her mother had told her she was because of her powers.
He'd comforted her by being like her.
She'd been drawn to him, too. By just being together they felt like magnets being pulled into each other over and over again until they couldn't stand being without the other. Soon after they had met they couldn't resist being away from one another for long periods of time.
In the beginning, she'd come willingly to him. She'd found him in the cemetery time after time. Always, they would meet in the cemetery. It was the only place she could be where her parents wouldn't follow and where they wouldn't suspect her motives for being there.
She had been so curious of his freedom with his powers to the point that she became the same way. He'd slowly taught her everything he knew about magic while she had taught him what it was to be loved.
Every moment with her he lived like it was his last. It hadn't surprised him much when they'd become lovers within weeks of knowing each other.
They completed one another. She was the light and he was the darkness. It was as simple and as complicated as that.
He'd adored her.
And then, he'd made that mistake that had costed him his lifetime with her.
It had happened one spring night that she'd been able to sneak away from her house. He'd wanted to let her live a little and show her a good time. So, they'd went to a nearby dance hall where they could dance the night away. When they had came out of the dance hall, they'd been as drunk off the wine as well as each other.
She'd smiled so sweetly at him as they'd walked along the lonely street. It had been the last time she's smiled at him that way.
He had twirled her in and out of the street lamps light as they walked along the cracked gray sidewalk in the night. Her red flapper dress flaring out in the wind as they danced around the town giddily.
Her red shoes clasped around her wrist that he held lightly as the other hand he used to twirl her around with. That night she'd worn her hair down. It had laid crimped down her back in golden blond waves until he'd twirled her and then it had went flying around with her.
It had been the last time they had been happy together.
He stopped twirling her and brought her against him. She giggled and tilted her head back to look into his hungry eyes.
"What now, nymphet?" he asked, softly touching her hair.
Nymphet, the nickname he'd given her suited her well. His nymphet.
She looked just as beautiful as any water nymph that he'd ever seen. He'd even bet that she'd give the nymphs a run for their money. The name suited her ethereal beauty as well as the way she acted. She was just like a mischievous child with the common sense and reasoning of an angel and that made her in his eyes a nymphet.
"Mmm... I don't know, Andrew. Surely, you have something in mind." she answered, she raised herself up on her tippy toes and gave him a brief kiss on the side of his mouth.
"You tease," he said, quickly tickling her before she could get away. As she giggled and tried to fight him off he picked her up into his strong arms. In the process, she dropped her red shoes.
"Andrew, my shoes." she told him and pointed down at them on the sidewalk.
"Ah, forget them. I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow," he answered, as he started walking away from them.
"Andrew, come on."
He let out a breath of exasperation then he let her down on the ground lightly. He walked back to where her shoes were and picked them up. Women, and their shoes. He'd never understand.
"Okay, happy?" he asked.
He looked up as he wagged her precious high heels in his fingertips. He saw her bare feet sliding back a little for some reason. Then, he saw the another pair of feet behind hers in scuffed black shoes.
His gaze quickly focused on her.
She was scared and surprised. Her attacker had came out of no where and had done so silently. Her attacker now had one arm firmly wrapped over her stomach to keep her from moving and the other holding a gleaming knife to her throat in case she thought his strength to hold her back wasn't enough.
Valerie!
He wanted to tell her to use her powers against the man, but she wouldn't. She hadn't come far enough yet to kill someone with her powers. She would never do it. She valued human life more that he did.
"I'm going to give you one chance to step away from the lady," Andrew warned.
His fire ball formed inside the palm of his hand that he had placed behind his back. He wasn't as good as Valerie.
He would kill if he had the chance to. He always had and he always would. The power of life and death over someone let alone the victory fueled him to kill.
He'd hoped that one day Victoria would enjoy the feeling as much as he had. He had a slight feeling what he was about to do wasn't the best way go about saving her, but he shook it off. She wouldn't like what he was going to do. But he wouldn't change. He would never change. Not even for her.
He took a quick glance around the street. All there was were dark buildings looming in the shadows. It was like a ghost town. No one would witness what he was going to do. No one but the three of them which soon would be reduced to two.
"Give me all your money, mister. Or I'll slit her throat!" the thief warned.
"Do you know who you are dealing with?" Andrew asked, laughing as he brought the fire ball into clear view of the thief.
The thief's smoky gray eyes widened at what he saw but he didn't back down. He didn't let go of Valerie like Andrew half expected him to. Instead, he pulled her body tighter to his filthy, stinking flesh.
"You won't risk hurting her. Now give me your money!" the thief cried, impatiently. "Or I'll do a little carving." he warned touching the knife to her throat and letting it make a small cut.
How dare he! Who did he think he was? Even from a few feet away, Andrew knew that he was only a mere mortal. He had no strength or powers to defend himself besides the knife to Valerie's throat.
How dare he harm her.
Andrew didn't answer the thief or give him his money. Instead, he waved his hand in a motioning towards his side and said, "Valerie."
She instantly appeared beside him, A bit shocked and a bit out of breath. She looked over at him in surprise and then she looked at the shocked thief.
Then, Andrew touched her throat where a small line to f blood trickled down it. Andrew felt the warm blood on his fingertips and it only fueled his anger more.
He touched her pale cheek. Calming her instantly, he knew that all she could see was him now. The same effect all too familiarly came over him as it always did whenever they were together. He still knew that the thief was close by though.
He could sense the thief's surprise and anger at being had. He also could feel the slight fear radiating from the thief's body since he didn't understand what had just happened.
Andrew didn't care to pay him any attention. Instead, he gave Valerie a soft passionate kiss that started other small kisses as she clung onto him. He was, of course, her hero for the moment.
As she did, the thief started to run.
Oh, no you don't, Andrew thought.
He threw out his hand that was still holding the fireball like a baseball pitcher ready to strike the other team out. The fireball hit the thief head on. Instantly, he was engorged in flames. Almost as instantly, the world came back to Valerie as the thief dropped to the ground screaming.
"Oh, my god," she whispered starting to move towards the thief as if she could help him.
Why she cared, Andrew would never understand.
He stopped her. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her right in her tracks as she watched in horror as the thief's screams subsided and all that was left of his wretched existence was a pile of gray dust. Which started to blow away as the winds picked up around them bringing the storm.
He knew it was her storm as he took her shoulders in his hands and looked down at her violet-blue eyes.
"Andrew, why?" she whispered.
"Because I could," he answered.
She didn't take his answer lightly, "Don't you have any remorse?"
"For a common thief that terrorizes defenseless women in the middle of the night? Hardly!"
"You didn't have to kill him," she responded.
"What then could I have done?" he asked, waiting for her to think up a brilliant answer.
"I don't know. Give him money? Fight him the way humans do?" she sputtered in shock, ripping herself from his grip.
Uh oh, honeymoon's over, he thought.
"While you lay bleeding to death in the street? I think not! "
"Andrew, he was human. "
"Ah, there you go on that humanity kick." he said, bitterly.
"Humanity kick? You're human, Andrew. I don't know if you realize this yet but you bleed, you get older each year like the rest of us, and you will eventually die!" she cried.
"Never!" he responded, vehemently. He would never be weak enough to die. Not if he could help it.
"You're not Peter Pan, Andrew. Neverland doesn't exit. You will die one day. Whether you like it or not. Not even your blasted powers can save you from the inevitable!"
"I will find away," he yelled at her.
Lightning from the storm struck the lamp post in his fury causing the lamppost to slowly started to crack in half from its perch and fall towards the ground. Inevitably, going straight towards Valerie as he watched.
He didn't think. He just reacted. He rushed at her and threw both of them out of its path.
She lay underneath him. Her eyes filled with fury. Forgiveness was no where inside of them as he looked down a the girl he loved. He had almost lost her again to death. He wouldn't let that happen.
"He was asking for it, Valerie. If I hadn't killed him someone else would have." he said, trying to win her back.
"Better if not by your hand," she responded, pushing him off of her and standing as he laid on the ground still.
"Valerie," he whispered.
"Don't come around me. I don't want to see you anymore, Andrew. Just leave me alone." she said.
Then, she'd disappeared.
She'd vanished from his side; from his life. Leaving him there alone on the vacant street where only moments before they had been kissing.
He'd been furious then.
He'd used his demonic powers to break windows to the buildings around him and then he created fires in the others he hadn't yet destroyed. If she didn't want to be with him over something so small and stupidly insignificant then she didn't have to be.
Let her be alone. See what good that did her. He thought bitterly as he stood in the destruction he'd caused.
He'd decided then at that moment that if he couldn't be with her then everyone else would pay for it.
Everyone would pay, he thought smiling as he saw her younger sister appear in the moonlight shredding through the trees.
Everyone.