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CHAPTER TWELVE

Murderous intentions

"Jeremy! God, you scared the crap the out of me!" Piper yelled at him.

Jeremy resisted the urge to laugh, content just to let a humoured smirk rest on his lips.

"Sorry." He drawled.

"Been here long?"

"Not really. About ten minuets. I don't mind, you know I love it up here."

Yes. He knew. Of course he knew. That was why he was confident that she would suggest to meet up here. The stupid little witch had no idea that she had chosen the location for her own murder…

"Something funny?" she asked.

"No. Not at all."

He swaggered over to her, and leaned over the handrail. Man, it was a long way down…

"Iwannabreakup." She slurred suddenly.

Genuinely surprised, Jeremy turned around to look at her, desperately trying not to let the shock he felt flood to his face.

"You what?"

Piper looked down.

"I want to break up." She muttered more clearly.

"I'm sorry… I-I just-"

"You just what?" He demanded.

"Decided you're in love with your neighbour?"

Her tear filled eyes met his.

"Yeah. That's right." He glared.

"I saw you kissing that pathetic, baby-faced school boy."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I thought I'd keep it to myself, until I decided it was the right time to kill you." He told her honestly.

"That's not funny."

"Who's joking?"

She didn't look scared. Why didn't she look scared? He had just threatened to murder her, and she thought it was a joke!

"I'm gonna go." She said quietly.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Look, I get that you're upset, I-"

"Upset?" he interrupted.

"You actually think I care? Jesus piper. You are so naïve! Don't you know a guy plotting to kill you when you see one?"

"I told you to stop it." She spat.

Jeremy seized her arm. He shoved her roughly against the handrail, and jabbed the athame against her throat.

"And I told you, I was serious."

"If this is a joke…"

He let go of her long enough to punch her hard in the face. She went sprawling to the floor with a satisfying 'thud'.

"Like I said," He laughed.

"Who's joking?"

She whimpered painfully as he grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Let me help you up." He offered, pulling hard.

"I'm an all round good guy, you see: throwing kittens at trees, shoving old ladies in front of cars… let me know if I'm doing it wrong."

God, this felt good…

She was crying as he dragged her to her feet.

"Why?" she murmured between sobs.

"Because you're a witch." He said simply.

"With quite a nifty little power. And the only way to get it, is to kill you."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She sobbed defiantly.

"Like fuck you don't. Who do you think said the damn spell, in the first place?"

"You did this to me?" She choked.

Jeremy grinned.

"No. You're filthy slut of a mother did this to you. I just made it happen sooner."

"Bastard…"

Jeremy absently gazed at the athame, as he twirled it in his hand.

"Look, Piper…" he started.

"Don't think I'm not enjoying this banter, but your voice really grates on me. Hell, it would on anyone after all these months, pretending to love you… I'm gonna have to kill you now."

"Please don't do this…" She begged.

"Yeah." Jeremy laughed.

"Cause that's gonna work on a warlock."

She was shaking uncontrollably. But the insulating coat she was wearing promised him that it wasn't caused by the cold nights chill.

She was terrified.

He loved it…

Jeremy lunged at her with the athame.

Piper shrieked, and stumbled backwards, throwing her hands up to freeze him. But Jeremy was too quick for her. He grabbed her wrists and twisted.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, baby." He mocked, forcing an unwanted kiss onto her trembling lips.

"Unless you want a very slow, very painful death…"

He slid the athame's point along her arm. Slicing through the skin. Drawing blood. Prompting a pained sob.

"Well?" he demanded.

"Do you?"

Piper shook her head. Although it was quite hard to recognize it as a 'no' given how much her whole body was shaking.

He lent forward to kiss her again, but before his lips could touch hers, she brought her knee up hard between his legs.

Jeremy doubled over, releasing her, and letting out a groan of both agony and surprise.

"Bitch!" He strained.

"You stupid little…"

Piper looked around desperately. Jeremy was recovering fast. Stumbling towards her… She wouldn't get far, and she knew it. There was nowhere for her to go. Nowhere except down.

Piper jumped.

Piper vaulted over the handrail, before her brain could deliver the sensible idea that this was a potentially life threatening plan.

It didn't matter. What were her options? She could jump, she could let Jeremy turn her into a witch kebab, or she could run and play in the traffic. None were good.

The fall took five seconds.

Five whole seconds where all she could hear was her own heart pounding about ten times faster that it should have been. The bitter wind whipped up her hair. It parachuted up her clothes. It should have prepared her for how cold the water was going to be. It didn't.

As the icy water swallowed her, Piper felt like a thousand needles were penetrating her skin. It stung her eyes. It filled her mouth.

Then she felt a huge ripple bomb into the water close to her. Oh god! Jeremy had jumped in after her…

That was the last sensible thought Piper had, before she realized that she couldn't breathe…

(Oooooh, I love this cliff-hanger stuff! Come on people give me reviews!)