CHAPTER VI
OOO How He Was Born OOO
Three sisters sat in a dining room of an old Victorian house, two of them with their eyes pierced at the eldest one.
It was time for Piper to 'tell the story'. To document all that happened in the past two years.
Never before did she sit down and tell any of it. Things would happen, she would think about them at night, cry, and wake up in the morning to survive another day.
This was new.
"I don't know where to begin…" Piper said aimlessly.
"Honey, you can begin anyw-" Phoebe started, but was cut off by Paige.
"Why didn't you come with us when we came to save you?" Paige asked, almost coldly.
"Paige!" Phoebe exclaimed with rage, now looking at her younger sister with her eyes wide.
Piper threw her gaze at a spot on the table underneath her nose.
Phoebe was now whispering some angry words to Paige, but Piper couldn't make out anything. In fact, she didn't want to. She wanted to get away. She was starting to get up from the chair when Phoebe's hand caught hers and forced Piper to look up.
"Wait! Piper… we're sorry. Please. Sit down. You don't have to answer that… Just tell us what you want. It'll help to talk, I promise."
Piper nodded, and sat back down, glancing at Paige who now looked like she was feeling back about what she said.
Piper took a breath in, and begun.
"I didn't come with you because I knew it was too late." She decided to answer Paige's question. They had the right to get an explanation. "The day before you came I had turned into a demon."
"How did they do that, how could they turn a charmed one into a demon overnight?" Phoebe asked.
"I killed an innocent man."
Piper was surprised by how calm her own voice was.
"No… it can't be…" Paige murmured.
Phoebe looked just as surprised as Paige sounded.
"I did. And from that day on, I was a demon; Charmed no more." Piper said with a desperate voice.
Phoebe and Paige looked at each other, then back to Piper.
"Go on." Phoebe said.
"I remember doing it. It was a daze, but I remember. I don't know how they tricked me into it… but I killed that man and haven't been able to use my powers outside the Cages of Hell ever since."
The sisters looked confused.
"Cages of Hell?"
"They are… Battle fields. Huge cages where the former witches would battle against various demons. Only one can come out alive."
"What? What the hell is the point of those?" Paige asked.
"Entertainment." Piper said with a chuckle, one which sounded nothing like it.
"You fought demons in cages for entertainment?" Phoebe asked, looking like she was being told a fictional story.
"Once a week, every week."
"And you won every single one for two years?"
"Almost. Those that I didn't were ones in which we were both unable to fight any longer."
The two sisters stared at her again.
"How did they even catch you?" Paige now asked, moving on to another subject.
"I was staying late at P3. I don't remember much about it… but I think they were protected form my powers. It's a daze. It was too long ago…"
"Of course."
At some point they asked about the baby. Piper looked up at the two, and smiled, almost apologizing.
"He's alive and kicking."
Both sisters suddenly flashed a smile.
"Where is he?" Paige whispered.
"At his home. With the source."
The smiles were gone.
Piper looked to the side at the colorful windows of the sun room. In her mind, she was recycling events from when she was still pregnant… when she still had hope to her precious baby and run away with him.
-FLASHBACK-
She shifted her weight on another leg, and sighed.
"Look, this is not going to work." She muttered to Rassalas.
"Yes, this is! It has to! Now; you get into position and start concentrating!" he raged.
Piper had to sigh again. Rassalas was trying to make her for energy balls, but Piper just didn't have it.
Staying on her feet was getting harder by the day. Her baby was due in only three weeks, and Rassalas was trying to get her to start using evil magic so it would be easy to convert the baby. She knew she would never let it happen.
"Alright, just try to focus all your energy at the desire to form the ball." Rassalas hissed.
Piper closed her eyes and put her right hand out. She didn't concentrate on doing anything. She would never allow her baby to be born evil.
"You are NOT TRYING!" He screamed, grabbing her hair.
She opened her eyes and let out a wince.
And that was when it happened.
A blue, round ball formed just an inch above her palm.
Rassalas let go of her hair and chuckled.
"There you go. I knew you could do it."
She hardly heard him. Her heart was racing. No… this couldn't be happening… Piper clearly felt all energy swapped from her body and restored in the ball, which she now let go and it fell on the floor, crashing down with a small fire.
And that was when she felt the first contraction hit her on the side of her stomach.
Her feet collapsed underneath her and she squeezed her eyes shot, hissing with pain.
"What is the meaning of this?" Rassalas asked, confused.
When the pain had stopped, Piper looked up just in time to see the flames bringing the source into the room.
"I can sense it, it's time!" He announced.
With shaky breaths, Piper pulled herself back to her feet.
It wasn't the right time… Piper hadn't yet planned a way to get away with the baby…
Oh God.
"AHHhhh!" Her scream was piercing, and she found herself clutching down, only this time someone's arms caught her and swung her onto him.
It was the source.
She saw flames around them and realized they were flaming out of that room.
The next thing she saw was the flames disappearing and the room change. They were now in his chamber.
He walked forward and set her on something above the ground; a table, and stepped aside.
Piper saw more flames in the room which formed into three female demons.
"Sir, we heard your call." One of them said, bringing her head down with respect.
"Gather the wizards. She's in labor, it won't take long now."
They nodded, and two of them flamed out. The other one came forward.
"Balthazar, we've never done this ritual before… I don't know if even the wizards have enough power."
At that point Piper felt the liquid break out from her, and she knew her water broke. It was real; there was no stopping it now.
Another contraction had hit, and Piper squeezed her eyes shut, breathing hard.
Within about an hour there were probably fifteen wizards in the room. Piper knew very well what they were there to do.
Rassalas and the Source were both at her side, talking, looking tense.
She felt too hot for her skin, sweat covering what seemed like every inch of her body.
Most of al; she felt hopeless.
"Come on already… this is taking ridiculously long." The source mattered.
"This could take long hours." One of the female demons muttered.
Piper felt another contraction. They were getting closer and closer now. It was only a matter of time.
And time was all it took.
The baby was delivered only about two hours later, and after that last push she could breathe again.
It was a boy…
The demon who took the baby out gave it back to Piper after a few seconds, and Piper released a smile.
The baby had blond hair, and he was crying hard. So beautiful… his skin was so light.
She was about to cradle him closer when she felt him being pulled away.
The source took him, and held him up high.
"NOW!" he announced.
The demons got out of the way to let the wizards gather around the source and the new born, and the next thing Piper knew they were chanting. It was Latin… she couldn't understand any of it.
But soon, out of her crying son, came out bright lights; Blue and White.
Piper knew all too well what they were. The white lights were his witch powers, the blue were his Whitelighter ones.
They rose up as the arms of the wizards rose as well, and the chanting was louder.
Piper was whispering "No" under her breath, hoping something would go wrong and they wouldn't succeed.
But then the white lights were vanished.
The source, holding the baby, was sweating.
"HURRY!"
The baby was crying louder then ever.
It wasn't fair that he should be brought to the world this way. No one should have that kind of a fate.
But… the blue lights weren't disappearing. They were coming down again, settling back in his body.
"AHHH!" The source screamed with anger, and one of the demons popped over to grab the baby from him.
The wizards had stopped chanting.
Piper smiled.
Her son was still a Whitelighter.
"What should we do?" The demon with the baby asked.
The source looked thoughtful, then said;
"Take him away to the nursing demon. Let him feed of her milk." As he was saying it, he took a knife and made a deep cut on his palm. He walked forward to the crying baby, and put his hand to the boy's mouth. "Drink my blood, my boy. Drink, and learn."
Phoebe's and Paige's tearful eyes were pierced on her. It wasn't as hard as she thought it would be to tell what had happened. In fact; it was relieving. It helped.
"What did they do with him?"
"I'm not sure. They took him away and I only saw him when he was seven months old. But he recognized me…" Piper said with a smile though her tears, not sure if what she was saying was true, but wanting so hard to believe…
"What are they doing to him now?" Phoebe asked, her arm extending across the table to put it on Piper's.
"The source is using him. He is a very strong being, and will be a great power contribution when it's time for the resurrection."
"The what?" Paige asked.
"I don't know. But I've heard them talk. They are all preparing for something… Something big."
AN: SOMETHING BIG. Ok, I won't be weird anymore. Sorry about no Leo in this chapter… he's still away. But, don't give up hope…. –wink-
Please review…… I want to know what you think of what's going on. What is this 'big thing' the source is planning? Hmmmm……..
Thanks.