A/N: This is a play on the horror movie, "Dawn Of The Dead." Now I do have to warn everyone about the rating on this chapter. It IS RAISED for this one! It's not extremely graphic, as I don't write like that, but I can't judge others opinions of how things should and shouldn't be rated, so this is your warning!

Ed: Aww, I'm glad you enjoyed that scene with the sisters. I really liked the idea of them sharing those too and bringing a bit of Paige's past into the mix.

LeoPiperAndyPrue: That's okay, I understand. I have read your co-written fic, I just haven't had a chance to review. I will today (with both). Thanks for letting me know!

RJF: All I can say is that sometimes mortal weapons can be more powerful than a witch's powers.

damien455: Sorry, but I felt that it was just right that she didn't go, with her High School history and all.

Phyre: I'm so glad you enjoyed that! And yeah, Phyre coming back was something I really enjoyed writing as well.

Prince Halliwell: As far as Marsha goes, right now I'm thinking she's just a one time character, but I could turn her into a problem if I wanted to...

chyp: I do, sometimes. ;)

moonfirefairy: He's just an asshole.

KatieER: Sorry about the wait, I wasn't able to get online.\

Piper xox Leo: All I'm gonna say is that he's bad news and you'll soon see why.

GuevaraX5452: Really? I've never been to Prom, so I was hoping I would be sort of close. As far as the guys, who knows? Guys are guys, the girls probably kicked 'em out! lol Hmm, I'll consider the wishing Persia away idea. Thanks!

Every Halliwell Counts

Chatper 31: Dawn Of The Dane

----10:30 P.M.----

Persia's candy brown eyes fluttered, as she placed a clammy palm to her forehead. She wasn't feeling very well, but she was afraid of ruining the remaining half hour for Dane, so she'd been sitting patiently at a table with the excuse that she hadn't finished her cup of punch yet, which was true, because she was purposely drinking it slowly. The teen placed the paper cup to her lips and sipped some more of the fruit flavored juice, leaving red imprints on the rim of the cup as she withdrew it from her lips. Her hand wavered as she set the cup back down. Her eyes zoomed around the room, finally locating a clock on the wall. He's been gone for almost ten minutes.

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"Don't make me take that blanket off you," Paige threatened as she poked at the blob hiding under a large blue flannel blanket.

"Ow!" Piper's voice moaned, from under the blue blanket. "Leave me alone, you meanies."

"Is that what you said to bullies?" Paige snorted with laughter.

Prue and Phoebe, however, remained silent.

"Did I say something wrong?" Paige asked, as she realized her sisters weren't laughing with her.

"Piper was picked on a lot in school," Prue murmured.

"Oh," Paige's smile faded and she wrapped her arms around the blue blob. "Sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay," Piper's voice replied. She slid a hand out from under the blanket and fished around for Paige's.

Paige slapped her hand into Piper's.

"Really, I didn't mean it."

"I know you didn't, honey. I guess I just assumed you'd know from my High School pictures."

"Guess I'm not that bright," the whitelighter-witch mumbled.

"Don't out yourself down, Paige, it's okay. Really."

Paige smiled and peeled away the blanket, leaning her head onto Piper's shoulder.

Piper raised her hands over the yearbook.

"No!" Phoebe yelped, grabbing the book.

"What?" Piper asked, bemused.

"I thought you were gonna blow it up," Phoebe grumbled.

"No, I was gonna look for Brad Johnston."

"Brad Johnston?"

"Total hunk!" Prue explained. "One of those High School legends."

"And he had a brother who was in Middle School at the time, a year ahead of me," Phoebe beamed.

"Phoebe did him too," Piper commented.

Phoebe glared and playfully hit her older sister with the spine of the yearbook.

"Well, show him to me," Paige grinned.

"Here," Prue wiggled her fingers at the book and it flew into her hands. "I know just what page he's on."

"Oh, did Prue have a crush too?" Paige prodded.

"No, he was hot. But the only guy I ever really liked was Andy."

"They were voted 'Best Couple,' their senior year." Piper added.

"Aha!" Prue exclaimed, sliding the book over to page which revealed a muscular man in a black and white picture, bending over a pool with a pair of goggles over his eyes. "Normally people on the swim team were very low on the popularity pole. But given the fact that Brad had such a hot body and it practically glistened in the water, nearly every girl wanted him."

"Wow," Paige breathed. "He was a hottie."

"I know! You shoulda seen his brother," Phoebe gushed.

"Don't you have a picture of him in your yearbook?"

Phoebe snorted. "No, he hated pictures. He skipped picture day. Oh! He was so dreamy!"

"Don't go all fifties on us there, Pheebs."

Phoebe rolled her brown eyes. "Whatever."

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Persia's head seemed to wobble on her shoulders, as she polished off the last of the punch in her cup and let the cup roll onto the table.

"Persia?"

The witch turned her head around and caught sight of Dane. "W-w-were you b-b-b-beeeeen?" She staggered.

"Uh..L-long line at the bathroom," Dane replied with a half smile. He noticed her cup knocked over on the table. "Oh, did you finish your punch?"

"F-f-fifteen minutes," Persia stuttered. "You were g-gonnne."

"You don't look so well," Dane replied as he slipped his arm around her and helped her up.

"I don't f-f-feel so-so well.."

"I'll help you out to the limo," Dane offered as he pulled her closer to his body and began to lead them to the exit.

"B-but.."

"It's fine, we're only missing twenty-five minutes and you're health is more important than Prom."

Persia gave a half smile. "Th-thanks."

"No problem," the hazel eyed male grinned as he led her through the crowd.

A tall, well built young man with white-blonde hair caught sight of the couple leaving, when he noticed that Persia's small satin purse was still sitting on the table. "Excuse me," he said to the girl he was dancing with. "I think I see someone who accidentally left something at her table, would you mind? I'll be right back."

The redhead who'd been dancing with the white-blonde smiled. "Sure, I'll be waiting."

"Thanks," the blonde replied as he hurried over to the table.

The redhead smiled as she saw him pick up the abandon purse and hurry off through the crowd. "What a catch," she mumbled to herself.

"Miss! Miss!" The blonde male yelled, alarmed by the fact that he may of last sight of her. But then he caught a brush of red satin disappear through the curtain of shimmering streamers and he raced after it.

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"W-w-why is the l-l-l-l-limie all da way ov-v-v-ver here?" The electrokinetic slurred, as Dane led her to the back of the school where it was nearly pitch dark by now, except for the light of the full moon.

"Because," Dane replied without a real answer. He opened the door of the limo and nudged her inside.

"Wh-where's the driv-v-v-ver?"

"Gone," Dane replied as he shoved his way in next to her and shut the door, locking it behind him.

"Dane, w-wh-what's goin' on?" Persia mumbled.

"What do you think?" Dane asked, a wicked grin appearing on his face as he pressed his lips tightly to her's.

"Dane!" The Halliwell cried, shoving uselessly at her date.

Dane grabbed the witch by the arms and shoved her down onto the back seat, crawling on top of her.

"D-Dane," Persia whimpered. "Wh-what did y-y-you do to m-me?"

"I just gave you a little something to relax you," Dane replied as he slipped off his jacket while still sitting atop Persia and keeping her pinned to the seat. "You weren't too receptive of me and I knew if I just gave you a little something, you'd loosen up." He slid the tie off from around his neck. "I was right," he said as he bent down and kissed her roughly on the lips.

Persia's eyes darted back and forth in panic. Her limbs were becoming more and more numb by the moment and she couldn't think clearly. Everything in her line of vision was becoming a blur. "N-no.."

"Yes," Dane said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

"D-Dane.."

"That's right," Dane grinned wickedly. He tossed his white dress shirt to the ground only to reveal a muscular, tanned chest. He slid his body down to Persia's and planted a series of rough kisses across her neck.

"P-please!" The wary witch pleaded. "N-no!"

"You wanted this, Persia Halliwell. You accepted to go out with me," Dane whispered as he slid his body further down her's and pulled her upper body upright, sliding his hands around to her back and unzipping the back of her dress.

Persia could feel her mind numbing further, but she could still hear Dane's voice and the sound of the zipper on her dress coming to a stop at the end of her dress. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. "Dane, no!"

"Shh, just enjoy it, okay?" Dane slid her the bodice of her dress away, leaving her strapless bra to Dane's lustful eyes. He licked his lips and leaned in, dotting her lean stomach with rough kisses.

Persia cringed at the feel of his lips against her bare stomach and clamped her eyes shut, knowing that his eyes were roaming her bust. "H-help!" She yelled, knowing that it was useless.

"Shh!" Dane hissed, flinging a hand into her face and leaving behind a bright red hand imprint on the side of her left cheek. He slid off his prey and gently, lustfully, slid off the skirt of her Prom dress to expose a white slip. A sick expression of glee appeared on his face as he ran a hot, sweaty hand across a bare part of her leg and began to slide his hand up under her slip and up to her thigh, where he gently massaged her upper thigh. Then he pulled his hand back and began to unbutton his pants.

Persia could feel her mind slowing even further now, her waist and stomach were now too numb to feel as well. Thinking was like trying to move through a pool of freezing cold honey. "H-help!" She screamed again, only to be slapped across the other side of her face. Her fingers flexed, releasing a jet of neon yellow energy right into Dane's leg.

Dane screamed in pain as he jumped back. He'd been too busy removing his clothing to realize what had happened, thinking that it was some sort of really powerful form of static electricity. He straddled the witch, running his tongue across his lips and leaning across her body, forming a suction between his mouth and Persia's. Then he allowed his tongue to roam her mouth, longingly.

Persia tried to scream out, on the verge of blacking out. With her last ounce of consciousness, she released a high voltage stream of electricity. The neon yellow blast blasted the limo door, shattering the glass and sending the door flying off its hinges.

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Outside of the limo, the white-blonde male had just been ready to turn back to the school when we heard the shattering of glass and he followed the sound behind the school, where he saw the scorched limo door laying a few feet from the car. "Oh my God!" He gasped, running over to the limo and finding a couple of half naked teens; one out cold and one looking so frightened he appeared as though he might wet himself. "What the hell happened!" He exclaimed, noticing the familiar dress.

"My-my girlfriend and I...We-we were..." Dane shook his head. "She's some kind of freak! A freak, I tell ya! Electricity shot from her hand!"

The blonde's face contorted in anger and he reached into the limo, grabbing Dane by the arm and ripping him from the vehicle. "I don't have time for you right now," he hissed as he flung his right fist straight into Dane's face, knocking him out cold. He slid his white suit jacket off and reached back into the limo and gently pulled an unconscious Persia into his arms, wrapping her exposed body in his white jacket. When he looked up, he realized that he's acquired an audience. "Well don't just stand there!" He yelled, flinging a free hand at the crowd. "Go call the police! And an ambulance!" When the crowd didn't leave, he raised his voice. "Go! Now!" At that point, it worked, and people began to disperse. He looked down at the girl in his arms and he pushed a few strands of messy hair from the assault out of her face. "It'll be alright, things are going to be okay," he whispered.

TO BE CONTINUED...