A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages but I've had a mild case of
writer's block which meant that it was really hard (and slow) writing this
chapter. Thanks to Anarra (thank you for the help, it was very useful!!),
Charmed123, Cocoa, Sci fi fan, pccflaherty, line100, Piper15 and Pipery03
for reviewing the last chapter. I hope you like this...
*~*Chapter17*~*
The coarse cloth cut through Piper's eyes as she tried, in a vain attempt, to open them. She was disorientated and confused, having just regained consciousness. She saw nothing and new nothing about where she was or why. She couldn't even shout for help-the gag digging into her mouth saw to that. She was cold, so cold that all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt like she was drowning; being dragged into an icy lake until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was feel the cold as it roared through her. But one thing kept her grounded; the feel of her baby as it kicked, as it let her know that she wasn't alone and that she needed to fight; that she needed to live.
She began to become more aware, she could feel the searing pain slicing through her head; she could feel the tight chord of rope as it burned and bruised her wrists, tying them together, as well as tying herself to a hard, metal support beam. She also heard the sound of footsteps. They circled her, over and over and over before finally pausing behind her and unfastening her blindfold. She tensed at the feel of the hands as they brushed her head, pulling savagely at the knot. As the blindfold fell away, she blinked continuously whilst her surroundings swam and distorted before her, as her eyes tried to refocus after the pressure that had been bestowed upon them. Soon, though, the images settled and defined and Piper found herself looking up into the cold, unflinching grey eyes of her kidnapper.
X
"Where...where is she?" Leo asked. His head was alive with frantic thoughts, fragments of which fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. But, as his mind was full of life, the rest of him felt dead. Empty.
Phoebe felt sick. Just looking at the mess in the room made her want to sort it all out. She wanted to straighten the blankets and pillows like nothing had happened, and then she wanted to see Piper walking back into the room-as if everything was fine. But she couldn't. The reddish brown stain on the floor constantly reminded her that Piper was not okay; that her big sister had been hurt and taken, and they didn't know by who or to where.
Paige decided to take charge. She knew neither her sister, husband or brother in law were going to, so it was up to her. Anyway, it was better than falling apart.
"Phoebe, try and get a premonition of where she is off the blankets and stuff." She suggested, "Leo, can you sense her? And Alex can you see if you can find Dr.Miles- we'll need her. I'm going to orb to Darryl and explain what is going on. I'll ask him to keep Wyatt and Melinda for the rest of the day too."
She was responded by silent nods before she orbed out in a sparkling stream of Blue and white lights. She rematerialized at Darryl's house to see Wyatt and Melinda playing with Darryl's children. The scene both calmed and saddened her for the same reason: seeing her niece and nephew playing normally and oblivious to the disaster that their lives were becoming. Wyatt looked up from the game and saw her.
"Auntie Paige!" He yelled before running over to her, Melinda toddled as fast as she could behind him.
"Hey Kids!" Paige bent down to hug them, "you having fun?" they nodded animatedly.
"Where's mommy and daddy?" Wyatt asked.
"They can't come right now, honey." Paige replied gently, "Do you know where Darryl is?"
"I'm here" Darryl walked into the room carrying a tray of snacks; he put them down on a table before going over to Paige. She gave one more hug to her niece and nephew before standing up as he approached. The two walked over to a settee that was far away from the children so they couldn't be heard, but near enough to see them still playing.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?" Darryl asked, concerned, as soon as they sat down.
Paige relaxed. She knew there was no need for her to be in charge her- Darryl would do that. She was free to worry; she was free to be scared.
"Piper's been taken and the media know about Phoebe's house." There was no need to span it out-she didn't have the energy to do so anyway.
"What! She's been taken? Who by?"
"We don't know. It's awful. The room is a mess. There's blood. Leo's distraught. Phoebe's close."
"And you?"
"I'm trying not to fall apart." She gave a weak laugh, "can you help? I don't know what to do."
"Of course I can. Wyatt and Melinda can stay here; Sheila was going to offer anyway. They'll be safe and no one will be able to get them. I'll come to the hospital with you and phone the station. This is a high profile case so there's a good chance that the guy who took her isn't, you know, a demon."
"Thanks." Paige said. She needed him to make the decisions.
"It's okay. We'll get her back, Paige. I promise you we will do everything we can to get her back."
X
"We don't want to hurt you, Piper." The voice was calm and didn't come from the man that was standing over her. Painfully she twisted herself and saw a second man. He was sitting on a bench, his back leaning against a damp, grey wall.
"We should be more concerned about her hurting us anyway!" The first man snorted.
The second man disregarded what he said and carried on, "We only want you to talk to us. The public has a right to know who and what you and your family are."
Piper's mind raced. 'What abut my rights?' she thought. She tried to look defiant; she wanted to feel defiant. But it was hard, the pounding in her head was deafening and it was a struggle just to keep aware. She could feel herself slipping into the icy coldness again. It didn't seem to mater how much she tried to stay awake; she knew she was falling away. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. ****
A/N: hope you liked it, please review and if you have any ideas please include them also. Thank you.
*~*Chapter17*~*
The coarse cloth cut through Piper's eyes as she tried, in a vain attempt, to open them. She was disorientated and confused, having just regained consciousness. She saw nothing and new nothing about where she was or why. She couldn't even shout for help-the gag digging into her mouth saw to that. She was cold, so cold that all she wanted to do was sleep. She felt like she was drowning; being dragged into an icy lake until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she could do was feel the cold as it roared through her. But one thing kept her grounded; the feel of her baby as it kicked, as it let her know that she wasn't alone and that she needed to fight; that she needed to live.
She began to become more aware, she could feel the searing pain slicing through her head; she could feel the tight chord of rope as it burned and bruised her wrists, tying them together, as well as tying herself to a hard, metal support beam. She also heard the sound of footsteps. They circled her, over and over and over before finally pausing behind her and unfastening her blindfold. She tensed at the feel of the hands as they brushed her head, pulling savagely at the knot. As the blindfold fell away, she blinked continuously whilst her surroundings swam and distorted before her, as her eyes tried to refocus after the pressure that had been bestowed upon them. Soon, though, the images settled and defined and Piper found herself looking up into the cold, unflinching grey eyes of her kidnapper.
X
"Where...where is she?" Leo asked. His head was alive with frantic thoughts, fragments of which fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. But, as his mind was full of life, the rest of him felt dead. Empty.
Phoebe felt sick. Just looking at the mess in the room made her want to sort it all out. She wanted to straighten the blankets and pillows like nothing had happened, and then she wanted to see Piper walking back into the room-as if everything was fine. But she couldn't. The reddish brown stain on the floor constantly reminded her that Piper was not okay; that her big sister had been hurt and taken, and they didn't know by who or to where.
Paige decided to take charge. She knew neither her sister, husband or brother in law were going to, so it was up to her. Anyway, it was better than falling apart.
"Phoebe, try and get a premonition of where she is off the blankets and stuff." She suggested, "Leo, can you sense her? And Alex can you see if you can find Dr.Miles- we'll need her. I'm going to orb to Darryl and explain what is going on. I'll ask him to keep Wyatt and Melinda for the rest of the day too."
She was responded by silent nods before she orbed out in a sparkling stream of Blue and white lights. She rematerialized at Darryl's house to see Wyatt and Melinda playing with Darryl's children. The scene both calmed and saddened her for the same reason: seeing her niece and nephew playing normally and oblivious to the disaster that their lives were becoming. Wyatt looked up from the game and saw her.
"Auntie Paige!" He yelled before running over to her, Melinda toddled as fast as she could behind him.
"Hey Kids!" Paige bent down to hug them, "you having fun?" they nodded animatedly.
"Where's mommy and daddy?" Wyatt asked.
"They can't come right now, honey." Paige replied gently, "Do you know where Darryl is?"
"I'm here" Darryl walked into the room carrying a tray of snacks; he put them down on a table before going over to Paige. She gave one more hug to her niece and nephew before standing up as he approached. The two walked over to a settee that was far away from the children so they couldn't be heard, but near enough to see them still playing.
"What's wrong? Has something happened?" Darryl asked, concerned, as soon as they sat down.
Paige relaxed. She knew there was no need for her to be in charge her- Darryl would do that. She was free to worry; she was free to be scared.
"Piper's been taken and the media know about Phoebe's house." There was no need to span it out-she didn't have the energy to do so anyway.
"What! She's been taken? Who by?"
"We don't know. It's awful. The room is a mess. There's blood. Leo's distraught. Phoebe's close."
"And you?"
"I'm trying not to fall apart." She gave a weak laugh, "can you help? I don't know what to do."
"Of course I can. Wyatt and Melinda can stay here; Sheila was going to offer anyway. They'll be safe and no one will be able to get them. I'll come to the hospital with you and phone the station. This is a high profile case so there's a good chance that the guy who took her isn't, you know, a demon."
"Thanks." Paige said. She needed him to make the decisions.
"It's okay. We'll get her back, Paige. I promise you we will do everything we can to get her back."
X
"We don't want to hurt you, Piper." The voice was calm and didn't come from the man that was standing over her. Painfully she twisted herself and saw a second man. He was sitting on a bench, his back leaning against a damp, grey wall.
"We should be more concerned about her hurting us anyway!" The first man snorted.
The second man disregarded what he said and carried on, "We only want you to talk to us. The public has a right to know who and what you and your family are."
Piper's mind raced. 'What abut my rights?' she thought. She tried to look defiant; she wanted to feel defiant. But it was hard, the pounding in her head was deafening and it was a struggle just to keep aware. She could feel herself slipping into the icy coldness again. It didn't seem to mater how much she tried to stay awake; she knew she was falling away. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. ****
A/N: hope you liked it, please review and if you have any ideas please include them also. Thank you.