Chapter 8: Ritual Purification
A/N: More reviews made me happy. I'm happy now, so I'm updating. After I'm done this story, I think I'll do a Penny based one. Thank you reviewers. If you still think I own Charmed, you're very wrong. Although I really wish I owned Charmed, I don't.
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-" Is the ritual prepared?"
-" They are here. All that is left is the blood. And the sacrifice".
My brain began moving a little faster. The rush of sounds around me became sharper, more distinct. My head was throbbing. I knew I must have been knocked unconscious. The avatars were planning a ritual that involved us. That much I knew for certain. Where was mom? Where was Chris? I tried to call to them, but I couldn't seem to open my mouth. I realised that I was bound and gagged. I felt someone beside me and I knew at once that it was Chris.
I knew because of the way he was feeling. He was feeling hurt, betrayed. Leo had done all this. It always came back to Leo. I think some of Chris' anger towards him was beginning to rub off. He certainly deserved it. I opened my eyes to a scene of horror. There was a pentagram on the floor drawn in a red substance I could only assume was blood. On one point I saw my mother tied up and still unconscious. Beside me was Chris. On the other two points were two young women that I didn't recognize.
"What do you want with us ?!" I yelled at the avatars, feeling much less courageous than I sounded.
"Since you will soon be dead", said the avatar Delta, "there is no harm in telling you." I loved it when the bad guys did that. It always came back to bite them in the but eventually. "We are preparing a ritual to eradicate all the demons from the earth so we can be all powerful. We are... eliminating our competition in a way. This requires blood from a Charmed One and her daughter, the hearts of twin witches and the life of a pure witch/angel.
We were the ingredients for the ritual. Mom , Chris, those girls who must be twins and I. I had always wondered why demons didn't exist when I was a child. No one knew why, only that it had something to do with the avatars. I would always question things, not knowing that the answer would somehow involve me.
We were totally and officially screwed. There was no hope, no help imaginable. Chris was struggling weakly against his bonds. The avatars were advancing upon us, they were forming a circle, chanting in some arcane language. The pentagram beneath us began to glow white. I sent out one last desperate telepathic message to anyone who would listen.
Someone. Anyone. Please help us, we need you. They're gonna kill us. Please hurry. Aunt Piper, Aunt Paige! Please! Someone, anyone! We're in trouble... I trailed off. Sending such a long and broad telepathic message took a lot of strength.
Suddenly the cave where we were kept was filled with a blinding white light. When the light faded I saw the most welcome person in the world...
TBC...
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