Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Charmed. I'm almost positive it's illegal to do what I'm going to do with these characters...ah well, don't sue. It's only fun and fiction!
AN: Thanks Charmed4ever, TKPiper,Chub, pippergurl, Revul Ylloh, lulusa (times 5, you rock!!),wAnNaBpIpEr, reader, SparklingPhoenixAshes, Alcandre, Starring Piper (TWIN!), fury piper (times two), michelle, and line100 for your reviews. Special thanks to my sisters Charmed Princess, Missy Paige, and Starring Piper(my twin and my twintastic muse) jsut 'cuz I love'em.
AN2: Alright, I can't believe I never thought of this before...If anyone is offended by Matt's devotion to "God" and his supposed mission, I deeply apologize. He is insane, I jsut kinda assumed everyone would see that...Yeah, I know, stupid me. Well, I really hope no one has been offended so deeply that they cannot continue, but if this story bothers ANYONE that much, let me know, I'll take it off of ffn. My intention is not to hurt, only to write something for people to enjoy. Kaysies, I'll stop my speech now.
Chapter 7
Leo still could not understand why the Elders couldn't help him locate Piper. He was frustrated, to the boiling point even, and the pent-up emotion was starting to transform into rage. They had worked continuously, but still, there was no answer. He paced outside of Their conference, struggling to maintain some kind of patience. Finally, in the middle of a vivid mental-image of himself and about three or four Elders battling with barbaric-looking weapons, he was called inside to discuss what would happen.
"Leo," the Elder closest to him greeted solemnly. Leo nodded, keeping the flood of words he longed to say in check. "We want you to talk to her sisters and get the mortal authorities involved. There is nothing magical to be done here."
Leo stared at Him blankly for a long moment, unable to comprehend what he was being told. He turned his gaze, settling on each grim face in turn. "There's nothing more You can do?," he asked incredulously, feeling his last hope shatter.
No one spoke, and Leo knew he had to go to the girls. He walked away from the Elders, his shoulders sagging in defeat. What was he going to tell them? What about when they asked, as they surely would, why he hadn't immediately gone to Piper when he had first felt her fear? How did he explain about the severed bond between his former wife and himself? Leo sighed, rehearsed what he would say in his head, then orbed down to the Manor.
All coherent sentences, words, and even thoughts fled from him. Phoebe sat in front of him, staring up quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "Leo. What are you doing here? It's been...well, since the break-up. Piper told you never to return here," she said coldly, then paused to take in the fear in his eyes. "What is it?," she demanded. She knew immediately that something was seriously wrong, jsut as she knew it dealt with Piper. Leo lowered his eyes, trying to think of the easiest way to tell her the horrible truth.
"Phoebe...I am not really sure where to start," he told her sadly. Phoebe waited impatiently, crossing her arms. He hated the cold glare in her eyes, but it's presence was his fault. "Piper was....kidnapped yesterday morning, by a man, a mortal. I tried to sense her, the Elders tried, but it was to no avail. Now, They want you to get the police involved. They...They said there wasn't a magical way to get her away from him...if...," Leo stopped himself. It wouldn't do Phoebe, or him, any good to think about the possibility that Piper could be dead. Leo shuddered inwardly. Phoebe looked terrified...and a little angry.
"Leo, if this is some disgusting ploy of yours to get Piper back home, away from the guy who she's out of town with, I'm going to personally make sure that the only "guiding" you'll ever be doing will be guiding yourself off of the tip of a Darklighter's arrow. Got it?," Phoebe growled hatefully. Her stomach churned painfully, anger eating at her insides. She knew it was she who longed for her accusation to be true, but only because it would ensure Piper's safety. She watched him carefully, waiting for a strange reaction. She saw hurt reflect in his eyes.
"Phoebe, I swear to you, this is all true. She was taken from the Manor yesterday morning, there is no way she went out of town with any guy," he answered, doing his best to stay calm. Phoebe could only nod. Leo wasn't lying. She wished he was.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath. Her next step would be to call Paige, but she wanted to delay that particular duty for at least a few minutes. Paige, she knew, would charge home, guns blazing. It was a "Prue" reaction, and it often pushed them into bad situations. It was imperative that they make all of the right decisions, carefully plan their method of attack, or else Piper would end up dead. If she already wasn't...
Phoebe sighed heavily and made herself move. Paige needed to be notified, but so did Darryl and the rest of the police force. She grabbed the telephone and dialed Paige's cell phone number, taking the easiest job first. The ring seemed to go on forever. Paige answered, on the second ring, and Phoebe couldn't force a single word.
"Hello??," Paige demanded, for the third time. Phoebe took a deep breath, then resigned to tell Paige what was going on, but not over the phone.
"Paige, it's me," Phoebe said, her voice shaking slightly, "I need you to come home. Something...something's happened. Please?"
"I'll be right there," Paige responded immediately, sounding worried. Phoebe hung up, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the nearby wall. She needed to call the police. She didn't have the nerve. Calling the police, getting the ball rolling...It would all make the whole thing REAL, and she didn't want to deal with that.
Piper had no idea what to think, say, feel, or do. She was numb, all of her. She could barely feel herself breathing, or her heart beating rhythmically. She wasn't aware of her surroundings, or of Matt cooing to her about how great their life would be in such a short time. She could only concentrate on one phrase, one fragment of information. She wanted to tear it from her head, rip it from her thoughts. She could do nothing but let it repeat...over and over and over again. Each time, it drilled another dagger into her aching heart, and still, she did not feel it. She tried to feel some sort of anger, some sort of grief. She couldn't. It would have scared her, had she been able to feel that emotion.
"Where are my sisters, Matt," she'd demanded. He had looked at her so coldly. She could see his slow smile, and the satisfaction in his eyes, even now, long after the fact.
"Dead," he'd answered simply.
Piper closed her eyes, trying to draw some kind of reaction. The cold that had swept through her wouldn't thaw. Nothing could break through the ice...until he tried to touch her. Piper jerked away violently.
"Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again," she hissed, her tone dangerously low. Matt looked fairly surprised by her reaction, and he tried to brush a strand of hair from her still-raw forehead. "Didn't you hear me?," she screamed, wishing more than ever she could have freedom of her hands, "I'll kill you for what you've done."
Matt grabbed her and pulled her up, pushing his face close to hers. "I own you," he told her softly, "I can touch you anywhere I want to...caress your skin...ANYTHING I feel the desire for. You cannot stop me....you are mine to do with as I please."
Piper crumpled, finally feeling the tears she'd been expecting fall from her eyes. "Why?," she asked through her sobs, "You had me, I wasn't going anywhere...Why my sisters? They never hurt you. Never did anything at all to deserve...to deserve..." Piper broke down completely, curling her knees into her chest and weeping. Matt observed her calmly. He felt no sympathy, only cold, hard anger at her earlier outburst.
"They were poison," he spat hatefully, "As you were, before I gave you a chance to be free from your sins." Piper only cried harder, curling even further into herself. Matt yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. "Don't shed tears over those whores," he ordered, then turned and left the room.
Piper couldn't block his words from her mind, or the pain the words created from her soul. Whores. Her sisters weren't evil, weren't whores..she wasn't a horrible sinner. Was she? Piper struggled to remember their beautiful, kind faces and panicked. She couldn't bring an image, any image, of them to her mind. She was forgetting her own flesh and blood. Her sisters, her whole life...It nearly tore her in two. Frantically, she recalled their names, using that as glue to hold herself together. Shuddering, she whispered them to herself, crying as she struggled to remember the details she'd kept treasured in her heart for so long. And couldn't.
"Paige..Phoebe...I love you...I'm sorry...I love you..."
AN: Thanks Charmed4ever, TKPiper,Chub, pippergurl, Revul Ylloh, lulusa (times 5, you rock!!),wAnNaBpIpEr, reader, SparklingPhoenixAshes, Alcandre, Starring Piper (TWIN!), fury piper (times two), michelle, and line100 for your reviews. Special thanks to my sisters Charmed Princess, Missy Paige, and Starring Piper(my twin and my twintastic muse) jsut 'cuz I love'em.
AN2: Alright, I can't believe I never thought of this before...If anyone is offended by Matt's devotion to "God" and his supposed mission, I deeply apologize. He is insane, I jsut kinda assumed everyone would see that...Yeah, I know, stupid me. Well, I really hope no one has been offended so deeply that they cannot continue, but if this story bothers ANYONE that much, let me know, I'll take it off of ffn. My intention is not to hurt, only to write something for people to enjoy. Kaysies, I'll stop my speech now.
Chapter 7
Leo still could not understand why the Elders couldn't help him locate Piper. He was frustrated, to the boiling point even, and the pent-up emotion was starting to transform into rage. They had worked continuously, but still, there was no answer. He paced outside of Their conference, struggling to maintain some kind of patience. Finally, in the middle of a vivid mental-image of himself and about three or four Elders battling with barbaric-looking weapons, he was called inside to discuss what would happen.
"Leo," the Elder closest to him greeted solemnly. Leo nodded, keeping the flood of words he longed to say in check. "We want you to talk to her sisters and get the mortal authorities involved. There is nothing magical to be done here."
Leo stared at Him blankly for a long moment, unable to comprehend what he was being told. He turned his gaze, settling on each grim face in turn. "There's nothing more You can do?," he asked incredulously, feeling his last hope shatter.
No one spoke, and Leo knew he had to go to the girls. He walked away from the Elders, his shoulders sagging in defeat. What was he going to tell them? What about when they asked, as they surely would, why he hadn't immediately gone to Piper when he had first felt her fear? How did he explain about the severed bond between his former wife and himself? Leo sighed, rehearsed what he would say in his head, then orbed down to the Manor.
All coherent sentences, words, and even thoughts fled from him. Phoebe sat in front of him, staring up quizzically, one eyebrow raised. "Leo. What are you doing here? It's been...well, since the break-up. Piper told you never to return here," she said coldly, then paused to take in the fear in his eyes. "What is it?," she demanded. She knew immediately that something was seriously wrong, jsut as she knew it dealt with Piper. Leo lowered his eyes, trying to think of the easiest way to tell her the horrible truth.
"Phoebe...I am not really sure where to start," he told her sadly. Phoebe waited impatiently, crossing her arms. He hated the cold glare in her eyes, but it's presence was his fault. "Piper was....kidnapped yesterday morning, by a man, a mortal. I tried to sense her, the Elders tried, but it was to no avail. Now, They want you to get the police involved. They...They said there wasn't a magical way to get her away from him...if...," Leo stopped himself. It wouldn't do Phoebe, or him, any good to think about the possibility that Piper could be dead. Leo shuddered inwardly. Phoebe looked terrified...and a little angry.
"Leo, if this is some disgusting ploy of yours to get Piper back home, away from the guy who she's out of town with, I'm going to personally make sure that the only "guiding" you'll ever be doing will be guiding yourself off of the tip of a Darklighter's arrow. Got it?," Phoebe growled hatefully. Her stomach churned painfully, anger eating at her insides. She knew it was she who longed for her accusation to be true, but only because it would ensure Piper's safety. She watched him carefully, waiting for a strange reaction. She saw hurt reflect in his eyes.
"Phoebe, I swear to you, this is all true. She was taken from the Manor yesterday morning, there is no way she went out of town with any guy," he answered, doing his best to stay calm. Phoebe could only nod. Leo wasn't lying. She wished he was.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath. Her next step would be to call Paige, but she wanted to delay that particular duty for at least a few minutes. Paige, she knew, would charge home, guns blazing. It was a "Prue" reaction, and it often pushed them into bad situations. It was imperative that they make all of the right decisions, carefully plan their method of attack, or else Piper would end up dead. If she already wasn't...
Phoebe sighed heavily and made herself move. Paige needed to be notified, but so did Darryl and the rest of the police force. She grabbed the telephone and dialed Paige's cell phone number, taking the easiest job first. The ring seemed to go on forever. Paige answered, on the second ring, and Phoebe couldn't force a single word.
"Hello??," Paige demanded, for the third time. Phoebe took a deep breath, then resigned to tell Paige what was going on, but not over the phone.
"Paige, it's me," Phoebe said, her voice shaking slightly, "I need you to come home. Something...something's happened. Please?"
"I'll be right there," Paige responded immediately, sounding worried. Phoebe hung up, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the nearby wall. She needed to call the police. She didn't have the nerve. Calling the police, getting the ball rolling...It would all make the whole thing REAL, and she didn't want to deal with that.
Piper had no idea what to think, say, feel, or do. She was numb, all of her. She could barely feel herself breathing, or her heart beating rhythmically. She wasn't aware of her surroundings, or of Matt cooing to her about how great their life would be in such a short time. She could only concentrate on one phrase, one fragment of information. She wanted to tear it from her head, rip it from her thoughts. She could do nothing but let it repeat...over and over and over again. Each time, it drilled another dagger into her aching heart, and still, she did not feel it. She tried to feel some sort of anger, some sort of grief. She couldn't. It would have scared her, had she been able to feel that emotion.
"Where are my sisters, Matt," she'd demanded. He had looked at her so coldly. She could see his slow smile, and the satisfaction in his eyes, even now, long after the fact.
"Dead," he'd answered simply.
Piper closed her eyes, trying to draw some kind of reaction. The cold that had swept through her wouldn't thaw. Nothing could break through the ice...until he tried to touch her. Piper jerked away violently.
"Don't. Ever. Touch. Me. Again," she hissed, her tone dangerously low. Matt looked fairly surprised by her reaction, and he tried to brush a strand of hair from her still-raw forehead. "Didn't you hear me?," she screamed, wishing more than ever she could have freedom of her hands, "I'll kill you for what you've done."
Matt grabbed her and pulled her up, pushing his face close to hers. "I own you," he told her softly, "I can touch you anywhere I want to...caress your skin...ANYTHING I feel the desire for. You cannot stop me....you are mine to do with as I please."
Piper crumpled, finally feeling the tears she'd been expecting fall from her eyes. "Why?," she asked through her sobs, "You had me, I wasn't going anywhere...Why my sisters? They never hurt you. Never did anything at all to deserve...to deserve..." Piper broke down completely, curling her knees into her chest and weeping. Matt observed her calmly. He felt no sympathy, only cold, hard anger at her earlier outburst.
"They were poison," he spat hatefully, "As you were, before I gave you a chance to be free from your sins." Piper only cried harder, curling even further into herself. Matt yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. "Don't shed tears over those whores," he ordered, then turned and left the room.
Piper couldn't block his words from her mind, or the pain the words created from her soul. Whores. Her sisters weren't evil, weren't whores..she wasn't a horrible sinner. Was she? Piper struggled to remember their beautiful, kind faces and panicked. She couldn't bring an image, any image, of them to her mind. She was forgetting her own flesh and blood. Her sisters, her whole life...It nearly tore her in two. Frantically, she recalled their names, using that as glue to hold herself together. Shuddering, she whispered them to herself, crying as she struggled to remember the details she'd kept treasured in her heart for so long. And couldn't.
"Paige..Phoebe...I love you...I'm sorry...I love you..."
