The God-Daughter
By Dog-Demon-Emiko
Chapter 6: Rebecca
For almost two hours Kyra had been in her room studying. School had ended hours ago, and she had spent most of her time with Peter, one of many Book Keepers around the school. Gideon had seen her off, along with the collection of books in her hands. She wasn't totally sure if he could read german but she wouldn't put it past him.
She had picked out books to read on magical transportation, invisibility, symbols and power signs, and prophicies that turned out to be fake. Much to her disappointment they didn't provide much information. Although the book on symbols and signs was intresting, it did not have hers. She didn't need it exlpained for what it represented, only how she could use it.
The sisters seemed to have given up knocking on her door for things such as meals and TV time. Although, she did make sure to open her air vent when Prue watched the 6 o'clock news. It wouldn't be long for whoever killed her Headmistress to find her, and she wanted to be ready. Any day now she would have to leave here, which suited her fine. But as she came to spend time in the place without thinking about home she grew to like it. It held a sort of power that only comes from time.
Time...
She had been told long ago that it was just an illusion. That it was nothing but a trick of God. But if it was an illusion, why do things change? Why does one grow? Or age? Why do people die?
Death had been something Kyra always understood. She did not fear it, but she didn't welcome it either. Death had claimed so many in her life that were so close to her that sometimes she wished that it would also invite her to the plains of unknown wishes. But the stubborn part of her that was an Evans says no, and the determination that was Potter also said no. But her tired mind could only say yes.
"Yes! I gotcha ya little bastard!" Piper praised herself as the warlock screamed his agony. She didn't worry much about people hearing, they were in the slums of the city. No one cared about anyone around here.
"Ohh, nice!' Phoebe clapped. With Wyatt gone they no longer had to worry about him being at home, or having to wait until demons attacked to vanquish them. Yes, they miss the youngest man of the family, but that didn't mean they had to sit around and do nothing.
"Oh! Found another one! Ahh...three blocks down!" Prue said from the car, tossing the map and crystal onto the backseat. Piper and Phoebe jumped into the car as it sped off.
The sisters were taking the oppertunity to vanquish the surrounding demons, which they found had been getting a little out of control. The demons that learned to adapt to human life were taking advantage of it fully. So far they had vanquished a pimp and a drug dealer. They could only hope that their 'extermination' of them could help bring the criminal level down.
Prue skidded around the corner to see the worst site she had seen in all her years of demon hunting. A girl lay on the ground, clothes cut apart, and around her were four men with their pants down. She was covered in cuts, brusies, blood, semen, and from the smell of it, urine. Piper froze the scene as Phoebe went in the trunk to get a blanket. She rushed to cover the terrified victum and pulled her away. Even frozen she smelled horendus. Piper unfroze them, they looked around and then looked up. She was about the blow them up when she noticed something, they were running away. She froze them agian quickly and turned to Prue.
"What are you doing? Blow them up." Prue said hurridly.
"Prue, their running. Since when do demons run?" Piper pointed out.
"Their human then?" Prue said more to herself. Without anotherr word she walked over to them, and with all the strength she possessed, plus her powers, she punched one in the face, kicked another in the back of the neck, and knocked the last two's heads together. Looking around at the unconcious men, she smiffed at them. "I'll call Daryl," she offered and whipped out her cell.
An hour later they were at the hospital in the waiting room. A red-headed woman with blue eyes addressed them kindly.
"There was no internal damage, so she wasn't penetrated. Lucky you got there in time. In time her wounds will heal, and we put her on antibiotics for them to stop any infection. Do you know of her parents?" she asked.
Piper shook her head, "We've never seen her before." The doctor nodded.
"She requested the presence of you all. We are only supposed to allow two because of small accomidations but I'll make an exception. Visiting hours are almost over, and there will be no time to have seperate appointments." The doctor began to walk off and the sisters followed her. She lead them to a small room with a single bed that supported the girl. Cleaned up, she looked about 16 or 17 years old. She had blonde hair and light hazel eyes, and a tattoo on her left forearm.
"Hi," Phoebe said softly. The girl opened her eyes and smiled.
"Hi. I- I just wanted to say thank you!" the girl blurted out in almost desperation. Her pretty eyes were wide and her hands were in fists.
"Honey you don't need to thank us," Piper smiled.
"But I do! I couldn't stop them, they were so strong, and-"
"Shh, it's alright. It's not your fault." Prue touched her hair lightly, feeling grease and grime in her hair from the ground.
"How are you feeling? Are you hungry or anything?" Phoebe asked. The girl still seemedlike shes in shock. Her hands were begining to shake and she was struggling to control her breathing.
"No." A nurse came in to check her vitals on the screens and machines she was hooked up to.
"Dear, you'll need to calm down. Your stress levels are going to send you into an anxiety attack." The blonde haired girl nodded and mumbled an apology. The nurse touched her hand gently and nodded before leaving back to the front desk.
"Can you tell us your name?" Prue asked while leaning agianst the windowsill. She couldn't sit down when stressed, and she hated hospitals.
"Rebecca," she answered, calming down finally.
"Rebecca do you remeber your last name?" The girl nodded slowly.
"Miller. My dad has a small loft on Fifth street." Phoebe nodded.
"Do you have a number we can call him with?" she asked. Rebecca shook her head.
"He changed his cell phone number yesterday, and I left my phone at home."
"What were you doing in that alleyway at this time at night?" Prue asked.
"I was coming home from work. I had just gotten fired from Mickey's Corner Market for being late agian. My dad is going to be so pissed," she moaned the last part.
The nurse came back in agian and unhooked her from the machines. "She's free to go," she explained. "She's to take these antibiotics and get the subscription filled at the Pharmacy. Have a nice day,"
"Come on, we'll take you home," Piper offered. The girls eyes widened.
"No! I can't go home! My dad'll kill me!"
"I think it's an acception by nearly being raped Rebecca-" Piper offered
"No! Just- not tonight. He has to go to work at 10 tonight, and I don't want to be home bymyself!" Prue sighed and shared a quick glance with her sisters.
"You-"
"Can I stay with you? Just for tonight?" The sisters looked back and forth speechless. How could they refuse her? But under the circumstances...
"Sure, but only for tonight." Piper and Pure looked at Phoebe, eyes wide in warning, but the youngest held her ground. She had deep sympathy for the girl and she couldn't ignore it. "But your going home in the morning." Rebecca nodded.
As they drove home, Rebecca rubbed her tattoo absentmindedly. Phoebe thought it was something to comfort her and nothing more. But in reality, that one little mark was going to make their life a lot harder. Rebecca knew it, and she didn't care one bit. She was going to be greatly rewarded for this, they all doubted her, but they were fools.
Guys I am SOOO sorry for being such a long time. Our internet got cancelled and then morgage was due so no one had paid the bill! Anyway, I'll try to update as fast as I can since school is coming back around and I'm on vacation in Myrtle Beach!