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My old tears of fear were soon replaced by new tears of grief as I relived the day that my mom died. Part of me had hated everyone for just letting her go, but I now understood that they could do nothing to save her.
"Oh God Mom! I'm so glad you're here. Please don't ever leave me again." I begged even though I knew that she'd get taken away soon.
"Oh baby, you know I wish I could, but I can't, They won't let me!" Mom said as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I know, but I wish you could stay here, with me. Make him stop; I can't stand being here anymore. Do they not even have a clue? It's like freakin' hell down here! And all they can think about is obeying the bleedin' rules!" I said through my new found tears with rage.
"Honey, you don't really believe that do you? There are very few of them left, and those that are left are in hiding, I'm sure they have some idea of what's going on down here but I am stumped as to why they're not doing anything." Mom said as she stoked my hair trying to comfort me.
"I know but, shouldn't they do something?" At that Mom just shrugged. I'd really gotten her there.
Suddenly I started to panic. I could feel him, sense him. He was coming after me and he knew where I was. And I knew he would stop at nothing to get me back to his 'lair' or house whatever. I didn't care I just knew that now was the time to run. I sat bolt upright.
"Mel, sweetie, what is it?" I just looked at her with panic and fear in my eyes. Looking at her face I realised she didn't need an answer.
"Its okay Mom, I can handle it. I really just have to run, get away from him whatever so go now, quick!" I said quickly as I gave her one last lingering hug and bolted out the door and down the stairs quicker than you could say 'Prudence Melinda Halliwell-Wyatt'. I kept running for an hour; every step of the way getting more scared and my breathing getting even shakier. I knew that he was going to find me soon and I was absolutely freakin' terrified, because there was nothing I could do. And it was worse because we could sense each other so strongly when we needed to as we were blood related. My heart was racing and I could barely think; all I knew was that I had to do something really quick otherwise Wyatt would have me, had this time it'd be too hard to escape. All I did was take a breather for two minuets, but I really shouldn't have, that was a big mistake. I started running again, but it was too late. He was waiting for me and I ran straight into his open arms.
"Arrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!" I screamed as I hit something hard.
"Prudence Melinda, that's not the politest way to greet your favourite brother." Wyatt said sternly as he gripped my shoulders.
I just glared at him and thought, 'You're soooooooo not my favourite brother. But when Chris gets back I'm gonna make him pay for this.' I was seething I really wanted to kick Wyatt and get as far away from him as possible, but that would just make him even more determined.
"Oh, should I be hurt! You don't even remember your own brother's power. Honestly little witch, some sister you are!" I just wriggled in his grasp as he continued trying to insult me. Unfortunately Wyatt always could get to me and he was succeeding this time.
"Ok, guards, Take her away!" He said flinging me at his demonic bodyguards as if I were a piece of unworthy litter.
A short while later I was again flung into, a slightly larger than most, cell, which Wyatt liked to call my home. Although I don't know why, my real home was the manor but I hadn't lived there for at least 6 years or so.
I nervously paced my 'room' for almost an hour before finally collapsing on the bed. I was so tired, yet I couldn't sleep as there were many thoughts running through my head. I could picture Wyatt tormenting me as he'd tormented and tortured many other good witches who tried to resist him. The thought of what my brother was capable of doing was enough to keep me awake all night. I hated hearing the distant screams from down in the 'dungeon', as I called it, where Wyatt would terrorise or kill. He thought I couldn't hear them from up on the top floor, but I could hear every last scream, stabbing me like a knife in the heart.
Every day my longing to get away from him, and this world, this life even, grew stronger. Sometimes I would read the Book of Shadows all day, just trying to find something anything that could help me. But every time I looked there was nothing, nothing that could help me unless I wanted to vanquish him. Even if I could or did want to vanquish Wyatt, I knew that when it came down to it I wouldn't be able to go through with it and kill my own brother, however much I depised him. The one thought that often crossed through my mind was time travel, just like Chris had done; but I couldn't. Knowing me if I went back I'd end up saying to much and changing the future or present, whatever, too much. So other than that everytime was a waste of time, I always came up with a blank. There was nothing in the book.
Yet another ear-piercing scream shook through the whole house and I made a decision. I had nothing left to use so I'd go and try to find Chris or at least help stop Wyatt. I'd do anything from stopping the world becoming what it had become.
I pushed my bed out of the way so I had a big enough piece of wall to draw a triquetra on and grabbed some white chalk before carefully drawing the ancient symbol. I then recited the spell I had written as I held the piece of paper it was written on over a flame.
'Open this portal and hear my plea,
Take me back to my loved ones,
Take me to my brother and the Charmed Ones
So we can undo what was not to be'
As I said the last word and the last piece of paper burnt a dark blue portal appeared where I had drawn the triquetra. Nervously I stepped through the portal and found my head spinning.
A/N: thanx for reading, now I'm gonna ask you all to review. I hope you all like where I'm going or at least where I seem to be going with this fic at the mo, and for those of you who have read my other fics I should update them sometime soon.
A big hug to everyone who reviewed. And an extra big hug to Charmed Leo for helping me out with it.
My old tears of fear were soon replaced by new tears of grief as I relived the day that my mom died. Part of me had hated everyone for just letting her go, but I now understood that they could do nothing to save her.
"Oh God Mom! I'm so glad you're here. Please don't ever leave me again." I begged even though I knew that she'd get taken away soon.
"Oh baby, you know I wish I could, but I can't, They won't let me!" Mom said as she looked up at the ceiling.
"I know, but I wish you could stay here, with me. Make him stop; I can't stand being here anymore. Do they not even have a clue? It's like freakin' hell down here! And all they can think about is obeying the bleedin' rules!" I said through my new found tears with rage.
"Honey, you don't really believe that do you? There are very few of them left, and those that are left are in hiding, I'm sure they have some idea of what's going on down here but I am stumped as to why they're not doing anything." Mom said as she stoked my hair trying to comfort me.
"I know but, shouldn't they do something?" At that Mom just shrugged. I'd really gotten her there.
Suddenly I started to panic. I could feel him, sense him. He was coming after me and he knew where I was. And I knew he would stop at nothing to get me back to his 'lair' or house whatever. I didn't care I just knew that now was the time to run. I sat bolt upright.
"Mel, sweetie, what is it?" I just looked at her with panic and fear in my eyes. Looking at her face I realised she didn't need an answer.
"Its okay Mom, I can handle it. I really just have to run, get away from him whatever so go now, quick!" I said quickly as I gave her one last lingering hug and bolted out the door and down the stairs quicker than you could say 'Prudence Melinda Halliwell-Wyatt'. I kept running for an hour; every step of the way getting more scared and my breathing getting even shakier. I knew that he was going to find me soon and I was absolutely freakin' terrified, because there was nothing I could do. And it was worse because we could sense each other so strongly when we needed to as we were blood related. My heart was racing and I could barely think; all I knew was that I had to do something really quick otherwise Wyatt would have me, had this time it'd be too hard to escape. All I did was take a breather for two minuets, but I really shouldn't have, that was a big mistake. I started running again, but it was too late. He was waiting for me and I ran straight into his open arms.
"Arrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!" I screamed as I hit something hard.
"Prudence Melinda, that's not the politest way to greet your favourite brother." Wyatt said sternly as he gripped my shoulders.
I just glared at him and thought, 'You're soooooooo not my favourite brother. But when Chris gets back I'm gonna make him pay for this.' I was seething I really wanted to kick Wyatt and get as far away from him as possible, but that would just make him even more determined.
"Oh, should I be hurt! You don't even remember your own brother's power. Honestly little witch, some sister you are!" I just wriggled in his grasp as he continued trying to insult me. Unfortunately Wyatt always could get to me and he was succeeding this time.
"Ok, guards, Take her away!" He said flinging me at his demonic bodyguards as if I were a piece of unworthy litter.
A short while later I was again flung into, a slightly larger than most, cell, which Wyatt liked to call my home. Although I don't know why, my real home was the manor but I hadn't lived there for at least 6 years or so.
I nervously paced my 'room' for almost an hour before finally collapsing on the bed. I was so tired, yet I couldn't sleep as there were many thoughts running through my head. I could picture Wyatt tormenting me as he'd tormented and tortured many other good witches who tried to resist him. The thought of what my brother was capable of doing was enough to keep me awake all night. I hated hearing the distant screams from down in the 'dungeon', as I called it, where Wyatt would terrorise or kill. He thought I couldn't hear them from up on the top floor, but I could hear every last scream, stabbing me like a knife in the heart.
Every day my longing to get away from him, and this world, this life even, grew stronger. Sometimes I would read the Book of Shadows all day, just trying to find something anything that could help me. But every time I looked there was nothing, nothing that could help me unless I wanted to vanquish him. Even if I could or did want to vanquish Wyatt, I knew that when it came down to it I wouldn't be able to go through with it and kill my own brother, however much I depised him. The one thought that often crossed through my mind was time travel, just like Chris had done; but I couldn't. Knowing me if I went back I'd end up saying to much and changing the future or present, whatever, too much. So other than that everytime was a waste of time, I always came up with a blank. There was nothing in the book.
Yet another ear-piercing scream shook through the whole house and I made a decision. I had nothing left to use so I'd go and try to find Chris or at least help stop Wyatt. I'd do anything from stopping the world becoming what it had become.
I pushed my bed out of the way so I had a big enough piece of wall to draw a triquetra on and grabbed some white chalk before carefully drawing the ancient symbol. I then recited the spell I had written as I held the piece of paper it was written on over a flame.
'Open this portal and hear my plea,
Take me back to my loved ones,
Take me to my brother and the Charmed Ones
So we can undo what was not to be'
As I said the last word and the last piece of paper burnt a dark blue portal appeared where I had drawn the triquetra. Nervously I stepped through the portal and found my head spinning.
A/N: thanx for reading, now I'm gonna ask you all to review. I hope you all like where I'm going or at least where I seem to be going with this fic at the mo, and for those of you who have read my other fics I should update them sometime soon.