The remaining warlock blinked and disappeared allowing the astral Prue to return to her body. Real Prue picked herself up, and dusted her hands free of mud, "that was weird, evil usually just doesn't run like that. No sooner than she had finished her sentence, the raven haired witch found several surrounded by a band of warlocks who had just blinked in. Obviously the first two had just been scouts for the rest of the brewd. Prue counted 5 all together as she assumed her defensive position, "Bring it on". Keeping her usual cool tone, Prue narrowed her eyes and sent the warlock closest to her sailing into a tree.
A second warlock threw a lightening bolt at her, forcing her to dive back into the mud. A third warlock advanced and Prue kicked him in the chest and then waved her arm. The warlock went hurling into a monument. Quickly, she jumped to her feet and sent a fourth sailing as well. The fifth and last warlock blinked, and did a slide tackle right into her. Pure narrowed her eyes, and threw him off of her.
"Ah..Ah...I need help" she swallowed rolling to her stomach as the dishelmed warlocks recovered. She had just started to pull to her feet when one of them blinked, landing on her back. The warlock pinned her, forcing to her back to the ground. Frantically looking for anything that could of help, Prue clawed the ground, struggling. "Your struggles will do you no good, witch!"
Prue shuddered as the evil being latched on her hair, snapping her head back. She then felt herself unconsciously shake as the cool blade of an athame, touched her the skin on neck, "Piper, Phoebe...I'm sorry" she murmured silently, fearing that she'd just taken her last breath.
"Time to die Witch!"
"I'm not afraid of you," she ground bravely. Prue had expected to feel and immense pain but was pleasantly surprised when suddenly out of nowhere the warlock was struck by an arrow from a crossbow. The warlock screamed and then exploded.
"What'd?" Prue's head whipped around in time to see the other warlocks retreat, leaving her to fight another day. "Who's there?" Prue shouted into the darkness, her heart hammering. Her breath remained ragged and irregular as she pulled to her feet, "Is anybody there?" And where did the arrow from the crossbow come from?
"Prue!" Prue squinted making out Darryl's husky form in the darkness. "Darryl!" she called to him. Darryl trotted to her, and inspected her for injuries. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, no thanks to a band of warlocks, " she breathed running her hands through her hair.
"Warlocks?" Uneasily, Darryl's hand moved to his service revolver.
"It's okay their gone" Prue smiled before remembering the time, "Darryl it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
Darryl responded with a grin of his own, "same as you, I think". Prue smiled again and looped her arm through Darryls. Together they walked to Andy's grave marker, and both paid their respects. "Yeah, seeing your Mom at Piper's wedding made feel kind of wistful. For some reason, I just kept expecting Andy to walk through the door."
"Me too," Prue said, resting her head against the trusted detective. "I still miss him"
"So do I" Darryl admitted wiping a rain drop from his cheek, "do you feel going some place for a cup of coffee or something?"
"Sure" Prue replied letting him lead the way.
It was nearly six a.m. when Prue returned to the manor. Phoebe was in the parlor watching the end of Kill it before it Dies, when Prue opened the door, "Whoa, what happened to you?"
"I got attacked by some warlocks" Prue said, letting her wet coat fall to the floor. She slipped off her flip flops and tossed them into the cornor, "not to mention , I got a ticket!"
"A ticket?" Phoebe laughed with amusement
Yes, and it was issued by an officer Trudeau...Andrew Trudeau"
"Really?" Phoebe returned drawing out the word, "what a coincidence"
"No kidding, it seems I've had a lot of those tonight"
"Maybe it's a sign, Prue"
"PHOEBE," Prue arched an eyebrow at her sisters all too familiar tone, "what did you do?"
"Nothing" Phoebe said picking up a glass from the end table. She took a drink and swallowed, "it was Mom, she cast a spell"
"MOM?" Prues eyes nearly jumped out of her head as Patty entered the room.
"Prue what's wrong?" Patty asked instantly, noting her daughters disheveled appearance, "what happened"
"I told her" Phoebe answered slapping her hand over her mouth as if to scold herself.
"Mom you cast a spell?"
Patty pulled her lips into a frown, " Let's go upstairs and talk"
Upstairs, Prue kept her expression stone, and her arms crossed over her chest while Patty explained, "Phoebe and I were just worried about you sweetheart, it's not right that you deny yourself of every emotion to protect this family and it's secret"
Prue turned her back, facing the window, "I can't help it Mom, it's just what I do"
Crossing the room, Patty placed her hands on Prue's shoulders, "It's not good for you, Prue you need to open up, share your life with someone other than your sisters"
It's just so hard...I mean being a witch...it just gets all the people that I love" her voice trailed, "killed" Prue then burst into tears, "I loved Andy so much...and when I told him I was a witch. It got him killed!"
"Oh honey," Patty whispered engulfing her daughter, "I know how much you loved him and he loved you"
Prue knuckled at her eyes, brushing away the falling the tears, "it's just so hard, so I want to tell him so much...I want him to hold me, I still want him to love me, like Leo and Cole do with Piper and Phoebe!"
"Then all you have to do is call him, Prue. He's still there"
Prue sniffled loudly and ran her hand across her face, "but he's a ghost Mom!"
"And so am I" Patty argued, "and I'm here"
"You're only here for Piper's wedding," Prue grumbled reaching for a tissue
"I'm here because, Piper wished for me to be here," Patty answered sternly. "A life with Andy is within your reach, Prue all you have to do is ask for it". A moment of silence, passed.
"I have to leaving soon and I promised Piper that I would have breakfast with her." Patty said quietly, prompting Prue to nod.
Tears stung Prue's eyes as Patty walked away. "I can handle this," she said as a gentle breeze blew through the screen. She shivered a bit, then moved away, opting to kneel at the hope chest at the foot of her bed. Pushing the lid upward, she reached inside and pulled out an old shoebox marked "Andy"
She carefully opened the box, and dug around past all of her treasures, old photos, a heart shaped necklace, letters from college, and the ring. The ring, it had been so long since she'd thought about it, she'd forgotten what it looked like. It had a simple gold band, with a silver heart in the center. She wondered briefly if it still fit, "well there was only way to find out". Carefully she slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. Prue held her hand out in front her looking at the ring admiringly.
"Okay" she swallowed "You win"
Phoebe and Patty stood at the attic door peeking in, unbeknownst to Prue, "she's going to do it" Phoebe whispered to her mother as they watched Prue light several candles that were perfectly placed in a welcoming ring.
"Let's give her some privacy," Patty suggested. Phoebe nodded and quietly closed the door while Prue began to chant,
"Hear these words, hear my cry, Spirit from the other side, cross now the great divide,"
Prue held her breath as gush of wind burst into the room accompanied by a set of swirling orbs. Anticipation built when a figure started to form, taking shape. Sweat formed nervously on her palms in the rhythm of her heart.
"You called?"
Prue's jaw dropped then went slack, "Grams!!"
A second warlock threw a lightening bolt at her, forcing her to dive back into the mud. A third warlock advanced and Prue kicked him in the chest and then waved her arm. The warlock went hurling into a monument. Quickly, she jumped to her feet and sent a fourth sailing as well. The fifth and last warlock blinked, and did a slide tackle right into her. Pure narrowed her eyes, and threw him off of her.
"Ah..Ah...I need help" she swallowed rolling to her stomach as the dishelmed warlocks recovered. She had just started to pull to her feet when one of them blinked, landing on her back. The warlock pinned her, forcing to her back to the ground. Frantically looking for anything that could of help, Prue clawed the ground, struggling. "Your struggles will do you no good, witch!"
Prue shuddered as the evil being latched on her hair, snapping her head back. She then felt herself unconsciously shake as the cool blade of an athame, touched her the skin on neck, "Piper, Phoebe...I'm sorry" she murmured silently, fearing that she'd just taken her last breath.
"Time to die Witch!"
"I'm not afraid of you," she ground bravely. Prue had expected to feel and immense pain but was pleasantly surprised when suddenly out of nowhere the warlock was struck by an arrow from a crossbow. The warlock screamed and then exploded.
"What'd?" Prue's head whipped around in time to see the other warlocks retreat, leaving her to fight another day. "Who's there?" Prue shouted into the darkness, her heart hammering. Her breath remained ragged and irregular as she pulled to her feet, "Is anybody there?" And where did the arrow from the crossbow come from?
"Prue!" Prue squinted making out Darryl's husky form in the darkness. "Darryl!" she called to him. Darryl trotted to her, and inspected her for injuries. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, no thanks to a band of warlocks, " she breathed running her hands through her hair.
"Warlocks?" Uneasily, Darryl's hand moved to his service revolver.
"It's okay their gone" Prue smiled before remembering the time, "Darryl it's the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"
Darryl responded with a grin of his own, "same as you, I think". Prue smiled again and looped her arm through Darryls. Together they walked to Andy's grave marker, and both paid their respects. "Yeah, seeing your Mom at Piper's wedding made feel kind of wistful. For some reason, I just kept expecting Andy to walk through the door."
"Me too," Prue said, resting her head against the trusted detective. "I still miss him"
"So do I" Darryl admitted wiping a rain drop from his cheek, "do you feel going some place for a cup of coffee or something?"
"Sure" Prue replied letting him lead the way.
It was nearly six a.m. when Prue returned to the manor. Phoebe was in the parlor watching the end of Kill it before it Dies, when Prue opened the door, "Whoa, what happened to you?"
"I got attacked by some warlocks" Prue said, letting her wet coat fall to the floor. She slipped off her flip flops and tossed them into the cornor, "not to mention , I got a ticket!"
"A ticket?" Phoebe laughed with amusement
Yes, and it was issued by an officer Trudeau...Andrew Trudeau"
"Really?" Phoebe returned drawing out the word, "what a coincidence"
"No kidding, it seems I've had a lot of those tonight"
"Maybe it's a sign, Prue"
"PHOEBE," Prue arched an eyebrow at her sisters all too familiar tone, "what did you do?"
"Nothing" Phoebe said picking up a glass from the end table. She took a drink and swallowed, "it was Mom, she cast a spell"
"MOM?" Prues eyes nearly jumped out of her head as Patty entered the room.
"Prue what's wrong?" Patty asked instantly, noting her daughters disheveled appearance, "what happened"
"I told her" Phoebe answered slapping her hand over her mouth as if to scold herself.
"Mom you cast a spell?"
Patty pulled her lips into a frown, " Let's go upstairs and talk"
Upstairs, Prue kept her expression stone, and her arms crossed over her chest while Patty explained, "Phoebe and I were just worried about you sweetheart, it's not right that you deny yourself of every emotion to protect this family and it's secret"
Prue turned her back, facing the window, "I can't help it Mom, it's just what I do"
Crossing the room, Patty placed her hands on Prue's shoulders, "It's not good for you, Prue you need to open up, share your life with someone other than your sisters"
It's just so hard...I mean being a witch...it just gets all the people that I love" her voice trailed, "killed" Prue then burst into tears, "I loved Andy so much...and when I told him I was a witch. It got him killed!"
"Oh honey," Patty whispered engulfing her daughter, "I know how much you loved him and he loved you"
Prue knuckled at her eyes, brushing away the falling the tears, "it's just so hard, so I want to tell him so much...I want him to hold me, I still want him to love me, like Leo and Cole do with Piper and Phoebe!"
"Then all you have to do is call him, Prue. He's still there"
Prue sniffled loudly and ran her hand across her face, "but he's a ghost Mom!"
"And so am I" Patty argued, "and I'm here"
"You're only here for Piper's wedding," Prue grumbled reaching for a tissue
"I'm here because, Piper wished for me to be here," Patty answered sternly. "A life with Andy is within your reach, Prue all you have to do is ask for it". A moment of silence, passed.
"I have to leaving soon and I promised Piper that I would have breakfast with her." Patty said quietly, prompting Prue to nod.
Tears stung Prue's eyes as Patty walked away. "I can handle this," she said as a gentle breeze blew through the screen. She shivered a bit, then moved away, opting to kneel at the hope chest at the foot of her bed. Pushing the lid upward, she reached inside and pulled out an old shoebox marked "Andy"
She carefully opened the box, and dug around past all of her treasures, old photos, a heart shaped necklace, letters from college, and the ring. The ring, it had been so long since she'd thought about it, she'd forgotten what it looked like. It had a simple gold band, with a silver heart in the center. She wondered briefly if it still fit, "well there was only way to find out". Carefully she slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand. Prue held her hand out in front her looking at the ring admiringly.
"Okay" she swallowed "You win"
Phoebe and Patty stood at the attic door peeking in, unbeknownst to Prue, "she's going to do it" Phoebe whispered to her mother as they watched Prue light several candles that were perfectly placed in a welcoming ring.
"Let's give her some privacy," Patty suggested. Phoebe nodded and quietly closed the door while Prue began to chant,
"Hear these words, hear my cry, Spirit from the other side, cross now the great divide,"
Prue held her breath as gush of wind burst into the room accompanied by a set of swirling orbs. Anticipation built when a figure started to form, taking shape. Sweat formed nervously on her palms in the rhythm of her heart.
"You called?"
Prue's jaw dropped then went slack, "Grams!!"