Disclaimer: The Charmed characters are the Property of Constance Burge and Aaron Spelling. I just borrow them for your enjoyment.
The fire crackled in the fireplace as the cool spring air started through the Manor.
"Oh I hate this time of year." She said as she handed her sister her mug of hot chocolate.
"She always loved it." She said quietly.
"Yeah, I always thought summer was her favorite. Till that one time she told me she likedthe start of spring. It was still chilly, like now, but everything was starting to come through the ground blooming.
"I think deep down she liked all seasons." She said as she starred into the orange flames of the fire.
"Yeah." She agreed as a memory flashed through her mind. Bringing a slight smile to her face.
They sat in silence neither one saying anything. Each focusing on what they had lost.
"I was going to take the boxes down to the shelter today." She said quietly as she looked into the fire.
They had both put it off knowing it was just another way of letting go. Something neither of them was ready for.
She looked at her sister not really certain of what she should say. It was something she had meant to do for months now, but hadn't gotten to it. She couldn't. "I was going to. Sorry." She finally said.
"It's ok." She said getting up making her way to the kitchen.
She watched as her sister went to the kitchen. How had they even gotten through the last few months? Everything was still just a blur. One day she was there laughing and smiling her radiant smile, and the next she was gone. Taken from them. Torn away like an animal rips the flesh from its kill.
"How could you let this happen?" she asked them out loud as she lifted her head to the ceiling. "You could have saved her. But you let her die. You let the Charmed Ones die." She spoke now in anger as her tears welled in her eyes. "You let me die." She said quietly
She stood just inside the doorway and watched and listened to her sister. They had both taken her death hard, and were still reeling from the loss. Would the pain ever truly go away?
She walked in the room, "Hey. You ok?"
She looked up at her sister. Ok. Would she ever be ok? A part of her heart was missing. A part she would never get back. "I will. Maybe." She looked back to the fire. "It just hurts still you know?" she replied back, as she wiped away the tear running down her face
She sat down beside her sister and wrapped her arms around her, "I know. I miss her too. But she would want us to go on. To keep up the fight."
"How can we with out her? Without her we aren't the Charmed Ones anymore."
"No. But we are still witches. Witches that fight evil."
She didn't say anything else she just stayed in the warm embrace of her sister.
"You want to come with me? With the boxes." She knew it was a risky question to ask her. It would only bring up more memories.
"I don't think I can. Sorry."
"Its ok." She said hugging tight before getting up. "I'll drop them off on my way home from work." She bent down and kissed her sister on the top of the head, "Love you."
"Love you too." she answered back.
"The powers are shifting."
"We should have helped them."
"It was not something we could control."
"But we are helpless without the full power of the Charmed Ones."
"Yes, but what is done is done."
"What if Shax?" he started to say.
"The other two will have to deal with him on their own."
"They are not strong enough. And if we lose them, all will be lost. The Source will take over, and mankind will be under the rule of evil."
He didn't even move. He knew what he spoke was true. But he also knew something else was brewing. He didn't know what it was but he could feel its power inside him. Something growing.
"All is not lost."
The others looked at him knowing he spoke of wisdom. He should he had been doing this for thousands of years himself, the most senior of them all. But they still did not understand why even he could not prevent her death.
"I am getting to old for this." He spoke more to himself then the others. Though they understood his meaning and left him to his thoughts.
She pulled her car against the curb and looked up at the building beside her. She saw Pastor Williams talking to a group of women from the church. She waved at him from the distance, as she got out of the car.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself. How you doing?"
"Ok. We both have our days. You know." She said with a slightly pained expression.
"Yeah."
Pastor William's reached down and gave her a warm hug. "I've known you three all your lives. Anything I can do. You call me."
"Thanx. I let her know." She pulled back from the hug, "I gotta go. I'll see you." She made her way back to her car. Forgetting all about the boxes in the back that she was going to drop off. She realized that like her sister, she wasn't ready to let go either.
He watched through his window to the world above. He knew it was time to strike. They were still grieving their lose. Without her they would be easy prey for even the weakest of his demons.
Summoning a demon he held his gaze. "Kill them both." He ordered as the demon quickly disappeared.