Violence, guys. And sexual innuendo; but seriously, I'm just doing this so I won't get bitched out. It's not as bad as half the crap I've already put Billie through, so read on!

Cal returned to the room some time later with some food, and Billie tried not to look too scared, sitting up on the bed and crossing her arms.

"Now don't start that with me, babe," he said, "You might hurt my feelings, and I'm the one with the food."

"I'm not hungry," Billie replied, trying not to shake in trepidation as he approached her. When her stomach growled at the smell of the food, she broke the eye contact that she'd managed to maintain since he entered. Cal smiled and sat down next to her; Billie tensed at the closeness and regretted it when her entire body ached in pain.

"You're pretty tough, you know that?" he asked, "And you look like hell, but you're still really cute." He put a hand on her leg and Billie jerked it away instinctively.

He ignored it and held up the plate he had put down before. It looked extremely good, but Billie knew that looks could be deceiving and didn't touch it.

"I told you, I'm not hungry."

"Don't lie to me," Cal smiled, but Billie knew he was deadly serious. "Come on now, eat the food." He took her hand in what might have looked like an encouraging gesture, but his grip was painfully tight, and Billie knew he could break her bones in an instant if he wanted to. She picked up the fork and took a small bite of the food, knowing that there could be anything from arsenic to a potion in it.

"That's my girl," Cal said.

It turned out that there was nothing threatening in the food, but Cal had after dinner plans.

"So Billie, what do you say we have some fun?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, afraid of the answer.

Cal touched her leg again and kissed her. Pulling back, he said, "I think you know what I mean," as his hand moved upwards. Billie struggled to get away and fell off of the bed. Pain shot up her spine when she hit the floor and black clouded her vision before she pushed herself backwards. Cal stood up, the smile never leaving his face.

"Hey, we can do it on the floor if you want."

"N-no. Leave me alone," Billie whispered, continuing to move backwards without getting up. She backed herself into a corner- a continuing theme with her considering that the corners of the room were the furthest from everything, specifically Cal.

"Actually, I seem to remember you promising me that you'd do anything if I didn't hurt your precious unborn child."

"I- I- I can't. Please don't."

"I'm getting the feeling that if I let this go, you'll keep going back on your promises to me, and I think that would be a very bad idea, because then you'll think you're invincible or something." Cal laughed, "Which you're clearly not."

By this time, Cal was standing over her while she was shrinking back into the corner. Billie suddenly got a rush of adrenaline and stood up- however unsteadily. She glared at Cal and he stumbled backwards slightly.

"Wait a minute. Did you just try to use your powers on me?"

For some reason, lighthearted Cal was much more terrifying than angry Cal, but it didn't matter anyway because Billie had just made him angry, and that was scary enough. He backhanded her across the face and she crumpled to the floor, dazed.

"Now, Billie, I'm going to give you an option here, but don't think you'll be getting more of these any time soon. You and I can either do it, or I can kill the little brat that's growing inside of you right now. If you choose the former- and I strongly suggest you do- I'll go easy on you, scout's honor."

For the first time since their encounter, Billie was truly grateful for her meeting with Prue. However, she concentrated on the other thoughts in her head and tried to block the encounter from Cal.

"I c-can't," she finally gasped, flinching from the blow that she was sure would come. When she didn't feel any contact, she looked up, confused. Cal was looking down at her with a mixture of disgust and amusement, though Billie had never seen those two emotions displayed at the same time before.

"Wow, I had no idea how easily you'd put yourself before others. Some witch you are." Even though Billie knew that she wasn't really doing what Cal was assuming, the words still stung her and she started to believe them. What kind of witch was she, anyway? What kind of witch got addicted to drugs and killed people?

"You killed someone?" Cal asked.

As much as she tried to fight it, Billie couldn't keep the images from a few months ago from invading her mind. Cal looked impressed, and Billie was disgusted by herself.

"I'd never kill someone. You're the demon here, not me. You deserve to be here in hell, and I hope you burn," she spat out, forgetting where she was for a moment. Unfortunately, Cal was quick to remind her. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her back down again so that she was kneeling in front of him. As he undid his belt, Billie finally understood what he was doing.

She gathered all her strength and punched him in the groin, rushing to the other side of the room. She looked around the room for any kind of cover, and knew she would only find the bed. Moving over to it, she grabbed one of the bars on the headboard and tried to twist it loose, using her power to help. She almost had it before Cal came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck, pulling her backwards. If she was at full strength, she might have been able to fight him off, but she was too weak from the previous beating employed by her captor.

As it was, she was only able to kick her legs futilely as he dragged her backwards. She called for Paige and Prue as Cal pulled an athame out of thin air and held it to her throat, silencing her.

"Whoever the hell this bitch Prue is, she won't help you now," he said, his breath ragged from the pain Billie had caused him.

"Yeah, well how about the other sister?" A third voice rang through the room and Billie turned towards it quickly, flinching when the knife pierced her skin. Cal looked as well and was met by three very pissed off witches. When he realized he had company, he held Billie off of the ground by her neck, not letting her relax her body for fear of being stabbed.

"This the guy who hurt you, Bill?" Paige asked.

"I…" Billie trailed off, mortified that the Halliwells had to rescue her again.

"Yeah, well, he called Prue a bitch so he either knew her or deserves to get blown up," Phoebe replied, getting ready to fight him.

Cal smiled and held the athame to Billie's already bleeding throat, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't think you're the ones in charge here," he started. "In fact, if I had to guess, that would be-"

Piper rolled her eyes and raised her hands, freezing him. "Me," she finished.

Billie struggled to disengage herself from Cal's grip without piercing herself more with the knife; Paige shook her head when she realized what the younger girl was doing and rushed over to help.

"I'm fine," Billie almost snapped, making Paige step back in surprise. She moved forward again, however, when Billie tried to stand up and swayed, almost falling down. Paige started to lead her to the bed when Billie shrugged her off, moving to lean against the wall. They heard a noise and turned back to see Piper freeze Cal for the second time.

"What are we going to do about him?" she asked.

"Well, blow him up," Paige frowned, as if she were stating the obvious.

"Right," Piper replied. She flicked her hands at him but nothing happened. Moving them again produced the same unhelpful result. Billie closed her eyes and frowned as Phoebe marched up to the frozen demon, punching him in the face and kicking him in the groin.

When she saw her sisters looking at her in confusion she shrugged. "What? If we can't kill him yet, we might as well make him hurt like hell when he unfreezes."

"Come on, sweetie, let's get out of here," Paige whispered to Billie as she orbed everyone back to the manor.

They arrived in Billie's room and Billie stayed still, lost in thought. Paige could only imagine what she was thinking, and got no taste of it as Billie remained silent.

"I'm going to go make you something to eat," Piper said, not at all unhappy to be out of the suffocating awkwardness and pain.

Billie met her eyes, but didn't say anything and walked over to sit in a chair. Phoebe and Paige shared a glance and walked over to her, kneeling down on either side of the chair. Billie didn't acknowledge them, but they decided to try and get a response anyway.

"Billie, sweetie, are you alright? Did he hurt…" Phoebe was about to ask if he hurt Billie, but the answer was more than obvious from the looks of her, "the baby?" she finished.

The young girl didn't speak for a moment, but when Phoebe was about to give up and stand up, she laughed bitterly. "What baby?"

Paige gasped, but Billie understood that she had misinterpreted her words and continued.

"There's no baby, apparently. Never was," she said.

"But… the test. And…" Paige spoke uncertainly.

Billie didn't respond, silent again.

"You were calling Prue's name back there," Phoebe tried.

"So?"

"So you've never met Prue, why would you call her?"

"How did you know where to find me?" Billie countered, avoiding the question completely.

"We had some help," Phoebe admitted. "You know how the Book likes to read itself sometimes."

"Too bad it's not more often," Billie said to herself.

"What do you mean?" Paige asked

"Nothing. I have to go," Billie said as she stood up and walked upstairs. Phoebe and Paige rushed after her, with Paige in the lead. When she got to the hallway, she saw Billie heading up the stairs and stopped suddenly, causing Phoebe to run into her back.

"What was that for?" Phoebe hissed.

"She's only going upstairs," Paige replied, confused.

Phoebe made a move to follow again, but Paige grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Don't push her. She's not leaving the house, that's good enough for now."

7x7x7x

Billie entered the attic and locked the door behind her, leaning against it to collect herself before moving over to the Book of Shadows.

"Come on, come on," she murmured, looking for something to help her. When she grew impatient and tears welled in her eyes, she looked skywards.

"I need you," she said quietly. "Help me, please."

After a moment of deafening silence, the Book's pages fluttered under her arms, trying to move. She jumped and lifted her hands, letting the pages move to the correct spell. She ignored the writing above the rhyme itself and read the spell quickly.

Hear these words, hear my cry
Spirit from the other side
Come to me, I summon thee
Cross now the Great Divide

A swirl of golden lights appeared, forming the figure of a woman who Billie now knew to be Prue Halliwell. Prue looked confused as she glanced around the room. Looking up, she saw Billie and took a step back.

"How the hell did you do that?" she snapped.

I'm running out of clever one-liners to put at the end of my chapters. Or it could have to do with all of my non-sleep last night. Either way, reviews? They'd be pretty sweet.