"Walk slower!" Phoebe whined. She was lagging a few feet behind Prue.
"I'm not walking fast, you're walking slow." Prue turned around and stopped. Phoebe caught up.
"The sun's coming down. It's starting to get dark." Prue pointed out.
"So?" Phoebe asked. Phoebe and Prue had been walking through the park for a while. Phoebe was still trying to find the beast. Prue just wanted to go home. She was getting tired, and hungry, and not to metion tired of walking.
"Do you hear that?" Prue asked. She was begining to get paranoid. While the animal fascinated Phoebe it scared her.
"No, don't be such a scaredy cat!" Phoebe taunted. Then something grabbed her by the waist. She felt something sharp dig into her stomach and she screamed.
"Phoebe! Phoebe!" Prue screamed. She looked all around her, but her sister was nowhere in sight. Tears began streaming down her face. What if something got her? What if it was the beast?
"Prue!" Phoebe screamed her sisters name. Prue saw a glimpse of something from the corner of her eye. She took off screaming. Until she found her sister lying on the ground whimpering. The animal was standing above her. Prue picked up a tree branch and threw it at the animal. The animal turned it's attention to Prue. That momentary deflection was all Phoebe needed. She took off running with Prue behind her and the beast following after. The girls ran out of the woods and through the park. They ran all the way home even though the animal stopped at the boundary of the woods.
"You okay?" Prue asked Phoebe. Phoebe shook her head and fell into Prue's arms. Prue caught her and took her into her room. Prue layed her down on her bed, and began looking at her cuts.Phoebe was covered in blood, and she was trembling.
"I'm going to call 911" Prue said
"No" Phoebe shook her head. She hated hospitals. The last time she was their was when her mother died. Hospital represented death in her mind, not life.
"Alright" Prue shook her head. She pulled up her little sisters shirt to see teeth marks. They had already scabbed over, and stopped bleading.
"You're a fast healer." Prue said. Uncanilly fast she thought.
"It hurts" Phoebe said. She pulled her shirt off completely because just the touch of somethingmade her many cuts hurt.
"Woah, your shoulder." Prue said steping back. There were claw marks.
"I knew we shouldn't of gone to the woods." Prue said. She was in more pain than Pheobe was. She was thinking how she could have gotten another family member killed, and how she could never live without one of her sisters.
"I got attacked by the beast." Phoebe said to herself. Where most people were freaking out she was getting excited. Granted, it had been the most terifying experience of her life, but she survived. She was the first survivor of the attack, and her and Prue were the only peolpe to ever see it. She wondered what it was. It didn't look monsterous, probobly just an overgrown cayote or something, but Phoebe had never seen an animal other than what you'd see in a pet-store, so she couldn't put a title to it.
"I'm going to call Grams." Prue said.
"I'm going to shower." Phoebe said. Her heart was still racing only her fear was turning to excitement. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about it.
"Hurry up." Prue told her. She was worried to death for her sister who couldn't take the situation less seriously. Phoebe had always had a high tolerance for pain, but this was absurd. She should be in much more pain than this. Prue saw the beast it was huge!
When Phoebe got out of the shower she saw a lot of people waiting for her. She told Prue she was fine. Phoebe was getting agravated. She ran into her room and dressed.
"Pheebs, can I come in." Prue knocked on the door.
"Yeah" Pheobe called.
"Come on down stairs. Grams wants to see." Prue said.
"I told you I was fine" Phoebe said.
"I told you I was calling her." Prue said. Phoebe shrugged and followed her sister downstairs.
"Let me see darling." Grams said to Phoebe. Grams hoped it was nothing demonic. She had binded the girls' power six years ago when it had first began to show up. Phoebe began to have premonitions in dreams, and Paige was making new toys appear whenever she wanted. She never told them about their powers, but she was worried they would show up again. Pheobe rolled up her shirt. Grams noticed the bite marks. Definately demonic. She sighed. She had spoke with the elders about this. The youngest, Paige, was still only ten, and they weren't ready for the great powers destiny had in store for them. Grams planned on seeing the elders tonight once the girls were asleep so they could call the girls a white lighter to heal Phoebe. It would be the first time she would have spoken to them since her daughter died, and the girls powers started to come up.
"So?" Phoebe asked growing ipatient.
"I have a special healing lotion recipe. I'll whip it up for you." Grams said deciding to make a potion, and whatever she couldn't heal.A whitelighter could.