Divine Source

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Chapter 22

Taylor awoke to a dull throbbing in the back of her head and whispering around her. She groggily opened her eyes enough to appear as though she were still sleeping and had to allow them to focus on the two figures before her.

Two women stood next to her bed whispering and glancing over in her direction as though waiting to see if she was awake. They were both blonde and, even though her eyes were squinted, Taylor saw that they were both gorgeous. She closed her eyes again and listened as hard as she could to see what they were saying.

"She is the new queen? She's a Halliwell?" she sounded completely disgusted. "At least Phoebe was prettier than me. This girl is hardly up to my standards. I mean, look at her! She's not even cute." Taylor inwardly flinched.

'Okay,' she thought. 'So I'm no Phoebe, Piper, or Paige. That doesn't mean I've got to be a complete dog.' She breathed deeply while still feigning sleep to rid herself of her anger. Unfortunately, the two women didn't seem to be done.

"I know," she heard the other woman say. "The only reason her married her is because she's powerful. Once he gets a kid or two from her…" she snapped her fingers. "She's gone," she sighed deeply. Taylor chose this moment to 'awaken'.

"Mmm," she moaned as she rolled over and opened her eyes sleepily. "Okay," she said slowly to the two women standing next to her bed as though she'd just noticed them. "Who are you? Why are you here? What happened? Where the hell is the Wo-Eric?" The two women suddenly stood straighter and smiled unfeelingly at Taylor.

"My queen," they chorused with a deep bow.

"We are you handmaidens," said the tall blonde to her right. Upon further inspection, Taylor realized that she had brown eyes and her friend had deep blue ones. It seemed to be the only difference between the two as they were pretty much identical. "My name is Lola and this is Lyndi. We were sent to help you ready for tonight. Your husband expects you in the bed chambers soon. You passed out after drinking the love potion." Taylor nodded at Lola's words but stopped suddenly at her last statement.

"Love potion?" she asked. Lola nodded with a simpering smile.

"Yes my queen. He ordered it especially for you." Taylor's fear rose in her chest as her heart began beating faster.

"B-but I saw him drink from it too." Lyndi nodded this time.

"Yes my queen," she said. "He, however, had it made so that he would be immune to its effects." Taylor looked from one woman to the other with her eyes widened in horror.

"So I've taken a potion that will make me fall in love with Eric?" The two women nodded.

"Yes my queen," Lyndi said brightly. "However, it will not have an effect on you until you see him." Taylor's look of horror did not disappear, instead it intensified. She groaned before falling back against the bed she's been laid on. She grabbed a pillow from behind her and put it over her face.

"I hate my life," she groaned unhappily, her voice muffled by the pillow.

Eric smiled as Taylor entered their bedchambers. She was staring intently at the floor as though determined not to look up at him at all. He chuckled, those two jealous demons must've told her of the potion he'd had concocted for their wedding. He shrugged mentally. It didn't matter, sooner or later she would look at him and his plan would be partially complete. Once she was in love with him, then there would be no problems caused by her. He would have her complete cooperation.

As he thought this, he looked her over. Her short hair was still plastered attractively to her head. She wore a black see-through robe and lacy black lingerie underneath that resembled a bathing suit. On her feet were three inch heels. He raised an eyebrow at this, how women walked in them he'd never understand.

Feeling confident in his new form, as Magneto was still steadily draining of life and power and he was becoming stronger, he stepped forward with a magnanimous smile. Reaching forward, he placed an arm about her shoulders and led her to the bed.

"Ah," he said looking her over again. "Again, I must admit that you are quite a tempting young lady." He watched, bemused, as Taylor grimaced at his words.

"Yeah," he heard her mutter angrily. "Keyword: young." He chuckled. "Have you released the girl?"

"I have," he admitted freely as he finally allowed his arm to fall from her shoulders. He saw her shudder as though to push away the feeling of his touch from her mind. "She and her village are quite safe and will come to no harm in any way, shape, or form." She nodded and he smiled to himself again. How long did she honestly believe she could avoid looking at him?

"Good," she swallowed hard. "Let Magneto go." Again, he chuckled.

"I do not think so," he said moving to sit easily on the large bed. She stood where she was, determined to ignore him. "Magneto is only useful in one way now. He will provide me with the power I need to survive. He will allow this body I've created to last." He saw her fists clench angrily.

"I will not share a bed with you unless you free him!" This time Eric laughed, long and loud.

"You have no choice!" he informed her merrily. "As a part of our union you have no choice. Honestly, how long do you think you can go avoiding the sight of me? I can be everywhere you know. I've only endured your childishness this long because it amused me. However," he told her with a heavy sigh. "My patience is growing thin."

Taylor clenched her teeth angrily. She was not sharing a bed with this bastard. She didn't have time to go get the others for help. She could feel Magneto's presence but he was steadily weakening. She'd have to rescue Magneto on her own and then destroy the Woogy. Swallowing hard, she made her decision and orbed.

Taylor sighed a in relief as she appeared in a dark dungeon-like room. She glanced around its dimness and saw Magneto lying helplessly on his back, his eyes opened wide and glassy with the effort of staying alive. She breathed heavily. She'd found him just in time.

She ran over to him and grabbed his arm just as there was clanging at the door of the room. She looked at it fearfully before orbing and taking Magneto with her.

Chris jumped, clearly startled as Taylor appeared before him dressed scantily and heavily supporting Magneto. He opened his mouth to question her but she beat him to it.

"Someone grab him and take him to the hospital wing quickly. Chris we're going to need that potion and spell very, very soon. Everyone else…battle stations!" At first no one moved and she still stood holding Magneto. After a few seconds of seeing them staring at her in shock, she lost her temper. "Move!"

Bobby and Rogue jumped up from their seats and grabbed Magneto. The two then left to go the hospital wing of the house leaving the others to prepare for the obvious battle to come.

After taking a second to think, Taylor sighed in frustration. "Shit. Chris, we're going to need a new game plan. The Woogy has created himself a body. This means that whatever you've got planned isn't going to work because you wrote it with his possession of Magneto in mind." She placed her hands on her head as she thought. They would be here any second now.

"How very fortunate for me then," Eric said surprising them all with his sudden appearance. Taylor, forgetting about the potion she'd drunk, turned to look at him with wide eyes.