Finally! I've been trying at least twice a day every day since last Wednesday to post this, and each time I get an error message from the Powers that Be. Major suckage, but you've got your chapter now!

"Billie's what?!" Piper hissed, her fury and fear both stifled by the fact that Paige was still asleep next to her.

"She's gone, Piper. I don't know where she went; there was no note, no clues, nothing."

"Oh, she is in so much trouble when we find her!"

"Piper, do you really think that we should lay into her right now? I mean, what would you do in a situation like this?"

"Whas goin' on?" Paige murmured as she woke up groggily.

Piper and Phoebe shared a look, Piper's clearly saying, 'Don't say anything." Phoebe ignored her, figuring that Piper's wrath at this point wouldn't come close to Paige's if she found out that they held their current information from her for longer than necessary.

"Um, Paigey honey, don't freak out, okay?"

This caused Paige to wake up immediately and she shot her sister a steely glare.

"Freak out about what, exactly?"

"Billie is somewhat… gone."

"Gone?!"

"But it's okay!" Phoebe interjected, trying to placate her sister. "Because we'll just scry for her, orb to her and bring her back."

"What if she did another spell to stop that? She's done it before."

"Well, she's not in the best of thinking situations right now; it's a good chance that she hasn't cast any spells yet."

"She is in so deep when we find her," Paige muttered. "Let's go," she sighed and got up to make her way to the attic.

"Okay," Paige said to Phoebe as the older sister walked into the attic a few hours later, trying to get her attention.

When the crystal didn't move on its own, she looked up.

"It's déjà vu all over again," she said, walking away from the table and over to the Book of Shadows where Phoebe was now standing.

She flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for.

"To call a lost witch," she whispered, hoping her new idea would work.

Phoebe smiled for reasons unknown to Paige.

"You know that's how we found you?" she asked.

"Yeah, well let's hope that it'll work in our favor again," Paige said, gathering the ingredients for the spell.

6x6x6x

By this time, Billie had backed herself into a corner and Cal had settled himself next to her on the ground.

"So the day after our party, some guy came up to me and offered me a job as his assistant. I've got to prove myself, because there are about twelve other guys looking for the job, but all we have to do is kill an innocent. We get a month- that started yesterday- to pick someone, tail them and then kill them, but if I do the same thing as any other guy, how am I supposed to stand out enough to get the job? So I hired another guy to kill you in an... interesting fashion. But he sucked and got himself killed by one of your friends, so I decided to do the job by myself. Come here," he finished, standing up and pulling Billie up with him. They moved to the middle of the room and Cal gripped her tighter when he felt how badly Billie was shaking.

Gone was the man she'd met at a party months ago, and gone was even the man who had been congenially discussing his rise to power as a demon. Cal's dark eyes grew even darker, as did his expression.

"You told your stupid friends about what we did, and you blamed me," he said, letting go of her arm and clenching his hands. His eyes were almost completely black by this point. "Now they think that I'm the bad guy, when you are. You're the slut that led me on, you're the whore that started with me and wouldn't let me finish. And then you took the pills that I spent good money on and used them for yourself. You're the one to blame for everything, but you like to spin it so that I'm the wrong one, when your selfishness is the reason for everything."

Billie tried to shrink back into the corner as Cal moved closer to her, but she only succeeded in tripping over herself and falling to the ground. Cal grabbed the front of her shirt and lifted her up, slamming her against the wall.

"You're going to pay for what you did to me, and your slow death will be exactly what I need to get that position."

His hand crept up to her throat, but instead of choking her like Billie was preparing herself for, he threw her onto the bed. Her body missed by a few inches and her back hit the corner of the mattress where it met the wooden frame, giving her severe whiplash as her back cracked from the impact and her head was thrown backwards. She crumpled to the floor and tried to get up- a mistake.

Cal jerked her up by the arm and threw her back onto the bed. Images from the party flashed through her mind, but it seemed that Cal was too angry to work himself up in that way. Not that the alternative was much better, Billie noticed as he pulled out an athame.

The seriousness of the situation hit her when she realized the place on her body where she would most likely be stabbed: the stomach. She no longer just had her own life to think about, not with the baby growing inside of her. As Cal bore down on her, she turned onto her left side and into the fetal position. She let out a scream of pain when the knife deeply pierced her arm, which had already been cut when Cal shimmered into her bedroom. He grunted as he pulled the athame out of her arm, viciously grabbing the wound and wrenching her onto her back again.

"No, no, no, no, no, please don't, Cal. I'll do anything, just please don't hurt me there."

Cal tilted his head, a smile playing on his face.

"God, Billie, you are a whore," Cal said, shaking his head. "Are you worried that I'll kill the one thing in your life that doesn't yet see you as the complete failure that you are?"

Billie froze in shock, wondering whether he read her mind or of he was in the house when she confronted the Halliwells. It didn't matter at that point, anyway.

"I'll do anything," she repeated softly.

"I just might have to take you up on that offer later. As for now…" he said, "There are plenty of other things to do."

After ten long minutes and two times as many blows to the head, Billie was slipping in and out of consciousness. When he realized that she was no longer registering pain, Cal kissed her and shimmered out of the room, leaving her alone.

In the back of her mind, she wondered if she would bleed to death before Cal came back. In a sick way, she almost hoped she would, just to spite him. It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, and it hurt to think. The last thought that entered her mind was that the Halliwell sisters probably hated her.

She didn't dream for hours and each time she woke up, she tried to stay conscious in case Cal came back into the room. When she finally let herself sleep, she found herself in a spacious green park, sitting on a large white swing. She wondered if she was dead, and figured that she wouldn't mind spending eternity where she was.

She didn't know how long she sat there before a woman came up and sat next to her. She looked vaguely familiar, but Billie couldn't place her. She was too tired to speak, so she sat in silence, rocking the swing occasionally with her foot.

"You don't know who I am, do you?" the woman asked, turning her bright blue eyes to Billie.

Billie shook her head and shrugged, keeping her gaze on the ground. She'd just noticed that her clothes were clean and in one piece, the opposite state that they'd been in when she was awake. She wondered how that worked, but then subconsciously remembered that she was in a dream and she dismissed it.

"Billie," the woman said, trying to get her attention. When she didn't answer the woman rolled her eyes out of Billie's sight and snapped her fingers in front of her face. Billie looked up, annoyed.

"What?"

"Look, it would be a lie to say I've been through what you have, so I can't say I know exactly what you're thinking or feeling, but I can guess. First of all, let's get some facts straight- Paige, Piper and Phoebe do not hate you, and-"

"Of course they hate me, you didn't see the look on Paige's face when she found out what I let happen, or the look on Phoebe's when I told her that I was pregnant."

"Are you?" the woman asked pointedly.

"So says the test, and so says all the evidence."

"Evidence can be wrong, Billie."

Billie frowned and looked in the woman's eyes, finally placing her. It was Prue Halliwell- she'd seen her in pictures all over the manor.

"It doesn't matter anyway. The sisters think I'm disgusting and they're never going to find me. It's not like I can get out, and even if I could, I don't have anywhere to go."

"Billie, you can't give up, alright? I'll try to help my sisters find you, and we'll get through this. Just hang on, okay? I can help you with some of your injuries, but I can't do much in this state.

"Just… Hang on."

Bahahaha, and you thought I was going all cliché on you guys with the pregnancy.