So…everyone hates me, huh? Lol! I swear I'm not THAT evil… Okay, so perhaps cliffhangers aren't so fun…Thankles for all the reviews!
Kandie-Spirit-Dragon- You win the prize for shortest review ever! Nah, I'm kidding, thanks for the support!
Kendall-Paige-charity- Thanks for the review! I hate the woogy man too! Lol! You'll have to wait and see about Paul though!
Powerof4- Don't worry! And that's all I'm saying…lol! Thanks for the review! And Yay! You added me to your favourite authors list :D
Peanut2lb- Thanks for the compliments dude! My grin stretched from here to Timbuktu! All will be answered in this chapter!
Cutleryismyfriend- Not another communist eavesdropping service? Aaaah! We'd better keep a look out for those Aliens too! Lol! Thanks for the review!
Prince Halliwell- Thanks for the review! You love evil Piper? Your opinion contrasts with everyone else's! Lol! I know Phoebe's had quite a big role, but I have to keep my promise of the story shifting focus between all three sisters! She won't be in the spotlight so much after this chapter for a while though. I'm glad you liked it!
Money makes me smile- Thanks for the review and you added me to your fave authors list? Thank you!. No offence was taken; I actually enjoy criticism! The reason for Phoebe not realising about Piper was that she was so caught up in trying to make her wedding perfect. Maybe it didn't come across? Damn my stupidity! And remember in the woogy episode, Prue and Piper couldn't get in? That's why nobody can get in…I must remember to make these things clearer! Thanks for pointing that out!
BlueOrbs998- -whispers- who said she was dead? …I am evil, aren't I? You hated Piper! I think making someone do that is more impossible than making someone like Phoebe! And as for who will be bringing Piper back to good, remember there are only three other people in the manor… Thanks for the review!
.harukomel- I hate the woogy too!
Passions- Don't worry, I swear I'm not that evil…!
chapter is a lot longer than the others because I felt that if I split it in half again, I might start receiving death threats! Hope you enjoy the chapter and don't forget to review!
Chapter15- You may kill the bride
Paige sighed in frustration as the line went dead. She rose to her feet and aggressively threw her cell phone at the house. Miraculously, the window did not crack, but instead the phone came bouncing back towards her.
"Will someone please open the freaking door!" She yelled, causing Rachael to whimper. "Sorry baby…"
"Is everything okay miss?" A voice asked.
Paige jerked her head so quickly her neck cracked. She must have imagined it. That was not the voice she had just heard… "Um, yeah…I forgot my key…" She told Paul McFarland nervously. Mark was right; this man was a creep. "I'll just wait for my husband to come home. He won't be long."
"You could always come into my house?" He asked with a smile, though something about him was screaming 'untrustworthy'. Paul pushed his dark glasses up his nose and began walking towards Paige and Rachael. "She's cute." He said unconvincingly, "You plan on having any more?"
"I don't think that's any of your business." Paige snapped, pulling a still screaming Rachael close to her chest, "And we're fine just here."
"If your sure." Paul growled, and once again the voice made Paige flinch. It was so familiar.
"Yes, I am. Thank you anyway."
As Paige watched the tall, fearfully thin man stalk back into his home across the street, her stomach gave a sudden lurch. Something bad was going to happen in the Manor and she could feel it. The youngest charmed one looked to the skies and bellowed at the top of her lungs, "Leo! Get your ass down here!"
He appeared with Andy in his arms, a rather fearful expression on his face. He looked at Paige, who was glaring back at him, trying to calm her screaming daughter. "You can't get in either?" He asked apprehensively and when Paige shook her head, he looked uncomfortably at the Manor, "Oh no…"
"I need to know what the hell is going on! Why can't I get into the Manor Leo!"
"The elders think the woogy's possessed one of your sisters…"
Before Paige could register what Leo had just told her, she doubled over in pain and tears sprang to her eyes. She felt a sharp pain rocket through her back and could almost see her eldest daughter's panicked face in her mind. "Oh my God." She gasped, "You feel it too, don't you Snowflake?" Perhaps Rachael had inherited a whitelighter power after all. Being able to sense evil certainly explained why she would not stop crying. Paige left the stroller lying on the steps, handed her bawling daughter to Leo and sped towards the door. "Mommy's coming Pixie, don't worry!" She said through clenched teeth, thrusting her shoulder into the door, but once again bouncing back. "Piper! Phoebe! You let me in there right now!"
Leo watched, almost in awe, at his sister-in-law's determination to get into the house, but worry was also flooding through him. Paige was hurtling herself at the door with all her force, each time being sent backwards by a jolt of electricity, but never giving up. He didn't need to ask to know that something bad had happened to Laura, but his mind quickly turned to Piper and Prue. He had a horrible feeling in his gut that it was his wife causing the trouble.
Phoebe admired herself in the mirror of Piper's bedroom with a smile. Looking at her flowing white dress took her mind completely away from everything that had happened, She was no longer fearing another aftershock earthquake or concentrating on the woogyman. She ran a hand over her expanding abdomen and thought of her baby's father. In twenty-four hours, she would be Mrs Halliwell-Dean. Already, she was envisioning the look on Jason's face when she walked into the church. Her dress was perfect: a sleeveless, cream bodess with a thin layer of lace, revealing just the right amount of cleavage, and a flowing skirt, which just swept the ground as she paraded round her sister's bedroom. (AN-did the vanity come through? Lol!)
Phoebe took a seat on the bed and smiled, but the smile soon faded. The faint sound of a scream could be heard echoing through the Manor and the middle charmed one bolted to her feet and was making her way towards the stairs within seconds, regardless of her attire. The sight of Prue and Melinda-Jayne at the top of the stairs showed her that they were both safe. However, Laura was nowhere in sight and she hadn't heard from Piper since she had gone to clean Paige's room an hour ago.
It was at this precise moment that Phoebe realised her naivety. She knew what it was like to be possessed by the woogy; how your attitude would become short-tempered and dismissive; how you would use any excuse to get in to the basement and how the overpowering evil could cause you to hurt your own family. Phoebe had been so concerned about her wedding being perfect that she had taken no notice of her older sister's changed attitude, but now she knew for sure… Piper had been possessed by the woogy.
"Why are you wearing your wedding dress Aunty Phoebe?" Prue asked, staring in awe at her beautiful Aunt, "You look real nice though!"
"Thanks honey…" Phoebe replied, her eyes not leaving the stairs, "Girls, where's Laura?"
"She went to get the phone." The four year old replied, "When's dinner?"
"Um…Have you seen your Mommy?"
"She's in Aunty Paige's room. I'll go get her…"
"NO!" Phoebe snapped, the panic evident in her voice. She had to vanquish the woogy. "Stay here and do not leave this room under any circumstances!"
"Otay Mama…" Melinda-Jayne grabbed Prue's hand, knowing that her mother only shouted when something bad was happening. She watched Phoebe dash towards the stairs, the train of her dress trailing behind her, and looked to her cousin with fear in her eyes.
"It's okay Melly-Jay," Prue said calmly and confidently, "My Mommy will fix whatever's wrong!" (AN- I'd like to give credit to Prince Halliwell for coming up with that nickname!)
The kitchen was empty when Piper emerged from the basement. 'Lucky', she thought with a smirk; now she could wash the blood from her hands with no questioning. She made her way to the solarium where she could see the phone lying on the table and without hesitation, she blew it up in hope that Paige would just assume the line had gone dead.
As Piper headed back towards the kitchen, her mind turned to her other sister…and just how she was going to kill her. It was not hard to know what would push her sister's buttons, but how to go about doing it was another thing altogether. Of course, years of demon vanquishing taught you how to deceive a person and Piper smiled a devious smile as she conjured an athame into her palm. She was certainly enjoying being evil.
The eldest charmed one ignored the pain that rocketed through her as she plunged the athame into her own shoulder. Blood began to slowly seep from the wound and she backed against the wall, forcing tears into her eyes.
"Phoebe, help me!" She called, her voice full of very convincing fake distress. "Help!"
Phoebe reached the bottom of the stairs and could have sworn she heard something hit one of the windows. However, she took no notice and continued on her way to the kitchen where she hoped to confront Piper and hopefully find Laura unharmed.
"Phoebe, help me!" Came the sound of her older sister's voice, "Help!"
Phoebe halted for a moment. She remembered using that tactic when she had been possessed by the woogyman, but she could not help being worried. "It's a trap," She told herself, but when she entered the kitchen to find Piper on the floor with a deep wound in her shoulder, she was not sure her statement had been true. Blood was rapidly spreading across Piper's green tanktop and her face held a mixed expression of fear and apprehension.
"Paige…" The eldest charmed one choked out, taking a deep gulp of air, "She attacked me…"
"Paige?" Phoebe gasped. Something was telling her this was a lie. "I thought she went to the store?"
"Me too…but I think the woogy got her…"
"Oh my god…" Phoebe placed her head in her hands and did not see Piper's smirk of success, "That explains why she asked you to clean her room- so that the woogy could attack you…" As the new information settled in Phoebe's mind, nothing made sense any more. She picked a towel from the counter and pressed it against Piper's wound, still not knowing if Piper was evil. Her mind suddenly turned to her missing nieces and her eyes widened. "Rachael was with Paige! And Laura's gone! You don't think…"
"Phoebs…" Piper said through a sob. Her acting was very convincing, "Laura, she- I couldn't stop her…"
"What happened?"
"She's at the bottom of the stairs…"
Piper watched the panic flood through her sister and could barely contain her smile. Phoebe jumped to her feet, took a deep breath and began edging way down the stairs. Only Phoebe could attempt to vanquish a demon whilst wearing a wedding dress the day before her wedding.
'Pity…' Piper thought, taking in how beautiful her sister looked. 'That dress really does look too nice to ruin…'
Phoebe stood only three steps from the top of the stairs and narrowed her eyes in an attempt to see through the darkness of the large basement. She knew she had to help Laura, but she was paralyzed in fear; a fear for herself and her unborn baby; a fear so overpowering she could not describe it. Her heart raced and small beads of sweat trickled down her neck. She could have protected her sister- whichever one was actually possessed- from the woogy, but she hadn't. Now Laura's life was at risk and Phoebe was beginning to blame herself.
"I can't go down there, Piper…" She whispered. She felt pathetic; a grown woman too scared to enter a room, even when she was perfectly capable of protecting herself.
"Yes you can Phoebs. Have faith in yourself." Piper continued to urge her sister towards the basement. At least this way the woogy could kill her and Piper would only have the death of one on her conscience.
Phoebe placed a foot on the next stair and she was hit with an idea. "I've got it!" She exclaimed and her whole body tensed up. At the bottom of the stairs, astral Phoebe appeared in an orange flare. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and knelt next to the small, trembling body of her niece. The slow rise and fall of Laura's chest showed Phoebe that the three year old was still alive, but she was rapidly loosing blood and was barely conscious.
"Sweetie, thank god you're okay!" The middle charmed one whispered, "Your Mommy didn't mean it. She was under a spell."
"Mommy?" Laura asked, her voice trembling and barely audible. A small trickle of blood escaped her mouth before she spoke, "It was Aunty Pipew…"
"Shit!"
Phoebe's brow wrinkled in confusion as she turned to the stairs where she could clearly see the form of her own body. She got to her feet, but stumbled backwards, eyes wide in shock as she saw Piper appear in the doorframe behind her body.
"Sorry Phoebs…" Piper sneered, conjuring an athame into her palm. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, but her eyes flashed black and her look of fear turned to one of amusement. "It really was a nice dress…"
"Piper, no!" She called, but it was too late. The astral projection disappeared as the real Phoebe Halliwell slumped to the ground. Blood escaped the wound in her side and her breaths slowly got shorter and shorter.
As Piper pulled the athame out of her sister's side, she staggered backwards and, once again, was hit with a shocking realisation of the heinous act she had just committed. Fresh blood remained on her hands and she stared at them wide eyed. What had she just done? She had stabbed a loved one for the second time that day…she was evil and it didn't feel good anymore.
"Piper?" Phoebe choked, edging away from her sister. She knew her baby was okay, but she was terrified of what Piper was capable of. "You have to fight this!"
"I…I can't" Piper stammered. She wanted nothing more than to conquer it, but the evil was consuming her and the woogy had been right…she was too weak to fight. As hard as Piper tried to overcome it, evil was beginning to engulf her again. She had to do something…but what?
"Piper, you're stronger than this!" Phoebe told her, her voice was becoming quieter and she was rapidly loosing consciousness. "Say the spell…"
"I can't Phoebs…I'm sorry…" Piper's fist came into contact with her younger sister's temple and Phoebe fell backwards. The eldest charmed one did not feel satisfaction this time, but she was too lost in evil to vanquish the woogy alone. She slumped against the wall and brought her knees to her chest and although she tried to ignore it, the voice calling her name from the basement was becoming more and more inviting.
Prue and Melinda-Jayne had not moved from Prue and Laura's bedroom. MJ was happily playing with her doll on the bed, but the eldest cousin could not shake off the unpleasant feeling she had in her stomach. She began to pace the carpet, looking tremendously like her mother, as if pacing would help a solution come to her. However, none came and the nagging in her mind telling her to go to the Book of Shadows was growing.
"Melinda-Jayne?" She said. Even at four her voice was full of authority, "Stay here okay? I'm going to the bathroom."
"Otay Plue!" MJ replied, still preoccupied by her doll as Prudence left the room.
At the top of the stairs, Prue used all her strength to push open the large wooden door. Her mother had always told her to stay away from the attic, but something was drawing her there. The room was filled with clutter, which normally the little girl would have spent hours exploring, but the one thing that was grabbing her attention was the podium in the centre of the room where the huge, old, tomb of a book resided. Prue knew what book this was: The infamous Halliwell Book of Shadows.
"Wow," She exclaimed, standing on her tiptoes and taking a closer look at the cover. "The triquatlar…"
Unable to see anything but the cover, Prue began to levitate a few inches off the ground. Just as she was opening the book, she fell to the ground in shock; the pages had begun to turn themselves. When they eventually stopped turning, the small girl got to her feet and began levitating once more. The flipping of the pages had not perturbed her; she was used to odd things happening in the Manor.
"I wish I could read…" She said with a sigh, staring in frustration at the page covered in small writing. She considered using a spell, but her mother always told her not to use magic for personal gain. Then again, her Aunty Paige did it a lot, so perhaps this one time wouldn't be so bad? "Hmm…" Prue trailed off in though, hoping for some sort of rhyme to come to her. "…the book turned pages and I need… to cast a spell so I can read…"
Prue's eye flashed white and when she looked down again, what had just looked, to her, like a page of gibberish, was completely understandable. She smiled a satisfied smile, brushed her shoulder length, raven locks behind her ears and put her petite face closer to the Book of Shadows.
"The Woogy Man." She read from the title, followed by a giggle at her newfound intelligence. Her huge, doe brown eyes moved from side to side as she continued to read in silence, frightened that if she read it aloud, her daddy's bosses would know she had cast a spell. When she came to the bottom of the page, her jaw dropped. She may have only been four, but it did not take a genius to work out that the book had turned to the page on the woogy for a reason. "Mommy…" She gasped as realisation dawned on her. Her mother had been snappy and cruel earlier…and she had been in the basement, "…oh no!"
Though, from what she had understood of the page, the woogy could have corrupted her mother to the side of evil, Prue shook off her fear and, with a look of sheer determination, grasped the book firmly in her hands and disappeared in an array of twinkling, blue lights.
Paige had eventually given up her fight with the old Victorian manor and was sat silently on the steps, fighting back tears of fear and frustration. Rachael and Andy had finally fallen asleep in the stroller and the two adults were running out of ideas. Leo took a seat next to his sister-in-law and sighed. The sun was setting over the city and though the sight was spectacular, neither the whitelighter nor the half-whitelighter was smiling.
"Did you call Mark?" Leo asked, noticing the phone in Paige's hand.
"The phone at Quake's been engaged for the past half hour." Paige told him angrily. "Besides, I can't just pull him out of work! I think he's had more family emergencies in the past year and a half than anyone else has had in a lifetime! What's the use anyway? There's no way we can get in!"
"There has to be some way." Leo told her, though he wasn't sure he believed himself. "Someone inside will fix this if we don't."
"How can you be sure?" Paige snapped, "How do you know Piper and Phoebe can handle this?"
Leo could not reply; there was no way to be sure, but a sudden voice in his head shocked him back into reality. "Prue?" He whispered, "Oh god!"
What the two helpless adults outside did not know, however, was that Piper or Phoebe would not be the one handling anything, but the small, four year old girl who had inherited her namesake's determination and attitude towards demon vanquishing. Prue rematerialized in the dining room and she had not been aware of quite how heavy the Book of Shadows was. She dropped it to the floor and looked around cautiously for her mother. As much as she liked to think she was a 'big girl', fear was pumping through her veins and she could not brush away the growing panic inside her. What if she was too late to save Piper? What if her mother was already evil?
Heavy, as the Book of Shadows was, Prue lugged it with her to the kitchen. The sight that met her eyes was too much for the four-year-old witch/whitelighter to handle. "Aunty Phoebe?" She gasped. Blood was spreading across the linoleum in all directions around her Aunt's body. Tears burned the brims of Prue's eyes and her heart sank. She had always known about demons, but never had she expected one to harm her family so violently. Phoebe had a large bruise forming on her temple and blood stained the entire right side of her wedding dress. The one thing more horrifying to the four-year-old than the sight of her Aunt, was the fact that she knew her mother had done it. "It wasn't mommy…" She whispered, her voice cracking and tears spilling out, "It was the woogy…it was the woogy…Daddy!" She called, her confidence quashed by the sight of her Aunt. "Daddy, help!"
Leo did not appear, but someone else did.
"Prue?" Piper gasped, emerging from the basement, "Get out of here!"
"Mommy…" Prue trembled in fear and tears continued to spill down her face. Her mother's shoulder was bleeding, but the emptiness in Piper's eyes told Prue that this was not really her mother. "The woogy getted you…"
"Leave!" Piper screamed and for a moment, her eyes flashed back to normal, "Before I hurt you too…"
"Mommy?" Prue said again, "I bringed the spell to help you…"
"I said leave!" Piper screeched. She backed away and an athame appeared in her hand, but she dropped it. Seeing her daughter's distress was helping to uncloud Piper's mind, but it wasn't enough.
"No…" Prue's fear still remained, but determination was shining through. Her tremendous willpower was paying off and, for once, was getting her out of trouble rather than into it. "I's gonna rescue you!"
"Prue no!" Piper lunged forward to where her daughter stood near the kitchen counter in a bid to stop her daughter encountering the demon that was filling her with evil, but was a second too late. Prue and the Book of Shadows were gone, and Piper knew exactly where they where: the basement.
Prue had always loved her Aunty Paige's bedroom, but now, she hated it with a passion. As the orbs formed into the petite form of the small girl and her large book, the shadow crept out of his crevice. Prue, too distracted by the sight of her best friend lying lifeless at the bottom of the stairs, did not notice.
"How nice of you to drop by. Filthy half-breed!" The deep and ominous voice growled.
"Leave me alone you big bully!" Prue yelled back. She was paralyzed in fear, but was not going to give this demon the satisfaction of knowing that; something she had learned from her Aunt Paige. "I's gotted a spell wiv your name on it!" She said smoothly and at that moment, though she was unaware of it, she looked exactly like her Aunt Prue.
"Do you? You pathetic child! You're just like your mother- not powerful enough to vanquish me!"
"I am light," She started, reading aloud from the open book, her voice shaking but very strong, "I am one too strong to fight. Return to dark where shadows dwell. You cannot have this Halliwell…" She looked up, petrified. What she was saying was barely taking any effect. Maybe the woogy had been right?
Piper watched form the top of the stairs as her daughter's brave efforts failed. Once again, her body seemed to battle with itself…good? Or evil? Now was the time to choose. Evil was so exhilarating and even if she did choose good, she would never be able to forgive herself, but good was what she had been born to be. Watching Prue's desperate attempts to save her, she made up her mind.
"Go away and leave my sight," She joined her daughter in chanting and Prue's smile told her that she had made the right decision.
"What? You can't betray me now! You'll pay for this!" The woogy's voice got fainter and fainter as mother and daughter finished the spell.
"And take with you this endless night!"
The woogy was gone, but neither witch looked happy. Piper curled into a ball and what she had done finally settled in. Phoebe was just barely alive and god only knew what she had done to Laura. Her own minor wound seemed unimportant as she crawled towards her sister.
"Leo!" She bellowed. Piper had never imagined how strong the woogy was. Her whole body shook and guilt soaked through her like water through a sponge. "Leo!"
Leo, Paige, Andy and Rachael all appeared in a swirl of familiar orbs.
"It's about freaking time!" Paige yelled, but as she looked around the room, her eyes widened and she stared at Piper in sheer terror, "What the hell did you do?"
"I…he…the woogy…Paige, I'm so sorry…"
"Where's Laura?" The youngest charmed one asked, her voice full of concern and trepidation. "What the hell did you do to her!"
"Paige… he was so strong…"
"I don't care how freaking strong he was Piper, what the hell did you do to my daughter?"
She followed her sister's gesture towards the basement and was running down the stairs within moments.
She saw her daughter, blooded and barely alive and she stood frozen in shock. She refused to believe that Piper had done such a thing, but it was clear that eldest charmed one had been corrupted by evil. Paige swallowed the bile that rose in her throat and could barely contain her anger. She watched in dismay as Prue broke down into a pool of sobs in the basement, over Laura's lifeless body and was just as shocked as her niece when a golden glow emitted from Prue's palms and began healing Laura.
"Mommy?" Laura's distressed voice came as she sat bolt upright.
"I healded!" Prue exclaimed proudly, "Aunty Paige, I vankished the woogy and healded Laura!"
"Thank you so much!" Paige said, pulling both girls into a huge hug, "It's okay Pixie, mommy's here and the woogy's gone."
"But Aunty Pipew…" Laura was trembling. She was obviously still shaken by what her favourite Aunty had done.
"Laura, I'm so sorry." Piper said from the top of the stairs, tears streaming down her cheeks and still bleeding from her shoulder.
Laura's grip on her mother's waist tightened and Paige did not know what to say. She was still unaware of what had really happened. She shot her sister a venomous look, but seeing her distressed state, something told her it had not been Piper's fault. She had no idea what the woogy was capable of, but Piper had stabbed Laura and that was all Paige could think about.
"Pixie?" Paige whispered in her daughter's ear and although she was unsure of whether or not the statement she was going to make was true, she had to tell the petrified little girl something. "Aunty Piper was under a spell, okay? She didn't mean to hurt you."
Laura looked her mother in the eye and averted her gaze to the staircase where Piper sat.
"Otay." Laura gave Paige one last hug before she orbed out and back in beside her aunt. She edged away from Piper and pressed her back against the wall. This only made her sobbing Aunt more upset.
"I am so sorry…" Piper choked. She had never felt so awful in her entire life.
Laura had never thought Piper would cry; Her aunt was always so brave. Yet there she was, begging for forgiveness. The three year old only needed to look into Piper's eyes to know she was genuinely sorry and although she was still apprehensive about approaching her, accepting the apology seemed like the best way to make the situation better. "I fowgive you." She said quietly and when Piper's sobs became more violent, Laura moved to allow Prue to cuddle her mother.
"Mommy?" The unlikely hero whispered, "Don't cry."
"I'm so proud of…" Piper beamed through her tears, "You were so brave."
"I knowed you wasn't bad really Mommy." Prue said confidently, "We getted the woogy and I getted a new power!"
"I know sweetie, you earned it."
In the kitchen, Phoebe awoke with a jolt. She saw Laura watching Piper and Prue hugging at the top of the stairs and relief washed over her.
"Oh thank god, Leo!" She exclaimed, looking towards the whitelighter who had just healed her, "My dress is okay!"
Not even the sobbing, guilt ridden Piper could hold back a snort of laughter at this comment. Phoebe was so self-centred sometimes. The family gathered in the kitchen, Piper not moving from the stairs, and Leo began to explain that Prue's new power was a reward for her intuition and bravery. Piper still felt awful about what she had done, but going demonic was a regular occurrence in the Halliwell family and she was sure it would not be the last time a Halliwell went bad. Her tears did not subside as she began to explain the day's events to everyone. She knew Paige was not going to forgive her for a long time. She was never going to forgive herself. What she had done was unthinkable; she had nearly killed her sister and her niece. Although her family had turned evil on many occasions, they had never hurt another family member. Her slow and barely audible explanation was interrupted by a small voice from the doorway.
"Mama, I hungly!" Melinda-Jayne moaned, completely unaware of everything that had just happened. "What's fo' dinna?"
"I think we're getting take out sweetie." Phoebe replied over a chorus of giggles.
There was an odd atmosphere in the Manor that night. Paige spent time in the attic reading up on the woogyman and never leaving her daughters sides. Having nearly lost one of them again was having a very negative effect on Paige's enthusiasm towards magic. It appeared, from the entry in the book, clearly written in Phoebe's handwriting, that the woogy was a lot more powerful than Paige had realised. She knew she probably shouldn't, but avoiding Piper was helping her clear her head. She knew how guilty the eldest charmed one felt and she had accepted the thousands of apologies Piper had made. However, Laura was clearly shaken by the experience and Paige knew for certain she would not be sleeping in the basement for a while.
Phoebe, on the other hand, had forgiven Piper immediately. She was the only other Halliwell who knew how overpowering the woogy was and even though she had not hurt anyone when she was possessed, she knew how her sister was feeling. When she was not comforting Piper, Phoebe spent the entire night worrying about her wedding. Her butterflies were becoming more intense by the minute and even spending an hour on the phone to her fiancé did not calm her nerves. It was almost a relief that the earthquake had hit the day before the wedding and Phoebe still had her fingers crossed for a demon free day: One which Piper was set on helping her achieve.
Piper had to explain what had happened for a second time when Mark returned home, which only made her more aware of how awful her acts of violence had been. Even though Phoebe and Laura had already forgiven her, she insisted on making up for it. Trays of chocolate chip cookies lined the kitchen: Piper's way of saying sorry and also rewarding Prue's extreme bravery. Piper even sat through an hour of 'The Care Bears Movie' with her niece, in the hopes that the look of fear in Laura's eyes would disappear. As the trust was slowly repaired between the eldest and youngest charmed one, Piper realised that although magic was the best thing to have ever happened to her, it had its flaws. She knew it was going to take a while for the dust to settle, but she also knew that she was a good person and that her heinous acts were par for the course as part of her charmed destiny. Luckily, everything had turned out okay and Piper was satisfied knowing that on some level that she would learn from her experience and become a stronger person. Of course, Piper was not wrong. The worst day of her life had actually allowed her to grow and, on the bright side, she certainly knew which bedtime story she'd be telling the kids every night.
AN- okay…so, I know some of you probably wanted to read about Phoebe's wedding, but I thought it may get intensely boring if I wrote about a normal wedding, no? Anyway, I have plans to write snippets of things such as Phoebe's wedding and Mark and Paige's first meeting much later on in flashback scenes! I promise next week's chapter, 'A Nauctater's guide to the galaxy', will be a lot more enjoyable and a lot less evil! Please stick with me here folks! Hope you liked it! Don't forget to review and, May the cheese be with you!
Laur xXx
PS. If anyone could tell me the name for Water manipulation (which I think is hydrokinesis), the ability to shoot electricity and the ability to control wind, (see how stupid it sounds when I say that!) I will be eternally grateful!