"Alright, then if you're okay now you'll be perfectly capable enough to tell me what the hell that was! Because that just wasn't nothing so don't even write it off as if it was. So you had better tell me everything without leaving anything out and without your cryptic answers that you love to give. This is important and I damn well deserve to know what the hell my girlfriend has been up to to make her faint out of no where like that! Well? What hell just happened to you?" Chris cried in sudden anger that instantly replaced his worry over her.
He couldn't believe that she was just writing this off as if it were nothing. She was just acting like she was fine and that nothing had happened. He wasn't about to let her get away with that.
Maybe if they were different people that didn't have the supernatural always stalking them down to destroy or convert them maybe just maybe he wouldn't be overreacting about this. Of course, he had to overreact because she was barely even reacting at all. Except, of course, if you considered her annoyance at being under the third degree any form of reacting.
If they were different and normal this wouldn't be so bad. If they were normal were the key words here. They weren't and they never would be. It wasn't apart of their fate.
They weren't normal and they had to overreact to these things. They had to find the reason for their weaknesses or else they might as well be dead.
Chris had known when he had first saw Victoria that evening that she was even more beautiful then usual.He'd also felt like she was tired or something by a few small sublte movements she had done. He'd tried to write it off like she was doing now. He had just wanted tonight to be perfect so he had tried to ignore the fact that she had been acting slightly off of her game.
It had been their first night out that was without magic. It was teh first night since they had met that they could even try to enjoy everything like normal people did. Of course, here they were now in the backroom of P3. Here they were and Chris was worried about her and she was acting like nothing had happened even though it did.
She didn't let people into her world easily. She barely even wanted others to see her emotions it was like she wanted everyone to believe she was subhuman or something. He didn't understand why she was doing that. He didn't understand why she was like that.
He knew that everyday they almost died. He knew that everyday they had to be on the defensive side in order to survive all the inconstant demon attacks, but he didn't understand why she had to be like this with him.
She was such a martyr. Even now she was trying to act like nothing was happening just so she could get him to enjoy the night.
But he knew something was wrong.
Deep down he had always known that there was still something wrong and something off about her. She had been like this since the time she had come home from Limbo. She had never really gotten over that night and she had never really told him what had happened in between the time evil past life Wyatt had taken her and the time he had shown up.
Even now she still acted.. Haunted. It was like she was still haunted by it. Whatever it was. For all the time she had spent just trying to get everyone to belive she was okay and that she had moved on she had always still been haunted by something. She had never voiced it to him and he doubted she expected him to know this about her, but he did.
Whatever it was it was effecting her more then he wanted it to. She shouldn't just have fainted like that there in the club. She had been perfectly fine one moment and then the next she was unconscious. Not to mention the fact that she had lied to them about being okay before she had passed out. He had barely enough time to catch her before she had fallen to the floor and was hurt even worse.
The worst thing about the whole situation was the fact that for awhile there he hadn't been able to save her. She hadn't been attainable to him and she hadn't been receptive to his powers. It had been the worst five minutes of his life to know he couldn't reach her even if he wanted to.
He had thought she was going to die.
For five minutes that had seemed to last an eternity, he hadn't known what was really happening to him. His powers were working they had been spreading over her body and he had tried to bring her back to him. He had been healing her somehow and then a moment later he had felt like his magic was dwindling. Almost like it had been slowly sucked at as he tried to heal her.
He had felt like something was trying to take his magic to heal her and was using it for its own purpose. It had felt like a black hole had been sucking at his magic and for awhile there he hadn't been able to stop feeding whatever it was that had been taking his magic from him.
He didn't want to think about it right now, but he had a feeling that something was very wrong with Victoria, and she was trying to deal with it on her own.
Which didn't seem to be working really well for the simple fact that she had just fainted out of no where. Also, there had been the time interval where he hadn't been able to heal her or bring her back to him. That was the biggest dilemma of the moment and if she wasn't going to tell him about it freely then he sure as hell was going to get it out of her.
"I wish I knew, but I don't Chris." she tried to tell him as she looked into his forest green eyes that turned into a deep emerald color as she did.
No. There was no way she was just going to get by with that lame ass answer. He hadn't saved her from a curse, from her evil insane ex, and from death for her to start lying to him now. He deserved a hell of a lot more from her then that. He deserved some semblance of the truth.
"No way. There is no way in hell you are going to get out of this one with that lame ass attempt at an answer. Don't lie to me and stop trying to protect me, Tora. I want to know what happened to you." he told her as he threw out his nickname for her in the process. He didn't want her to feel like he was just attacking her. He just wanted to know why she had just fainted, been unattainable to him, and then was trying to protect him like he needed protected. He didn't need protected. Right now she did and he needed to know why.
He was only inches away from her and she could tell his rage was building. When she didn't answer him straight away he got up and started pacing around in the room. He was angry she had scared him when she had fainted. Hell, she had scared herself.
There hadn't been any evil attempts at her life visible to him so now he wanted to know what was going on. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't going to let up on her till he knew the truth. He was stubborn as hell and he wasn't going to let her off easily until he knew everything he needed to know.
Hell, she didn't even know the truth. For the past few days she had been tired. That was that. She accepted being tired since she couldn't sleep at night because of all the dreams of death and Andrew haunting her. When she did sleep something always happened like a new demon popping up after one of them or the Charmed Ones were calling for her help so that she could meet up with them to vanquish it, or another apocalypse was about to occur.
It wasn't like she could just request a day off like normal people.
She was basically screwed when it came to stuff like that. She just tagged along with them on the vanquishes and helped out when she was needed. Which basically was a lot sometimes when the demons now a days seemed to have new more improved ways to get through the Charmed Ones powers while they tried to defeat them.
No matter what one of them was always harmed. Sometimes she wondered why they went through it every day. She wondered if they had a death wish or something because the whole taking care of the world while the Elders sat perched up there in the sky really wasn't doing it for her. She was tired of being their lackey. She was slowly becoming more and more resentful towards them for thinking they were all that when they really didn't do shit but push paper weight around and then make the Charmed Ones lives ten times harder.
"Chris.." she tried, looking around the room in an attempt to figure out what to say or hell how to even word it. She didn't really need him worrying about her or giving her an interrogation at the moment.
Right now she was starting to feel very shaky and disgustingly sick and she didn't want to be in the same room with him while she was like this. She didn't know what really was happening to her so she really didn't want to hurt him if it were something that could hurt him. Which, if it was supernatural, it would hurt him.
"Nope, you aren't getting out of this one. I am not letting you leave this room until you tell me. So, you'd better start talking." he informed her as he folded his arms over his chest.
"Look, I have been a little stressed out lately, okay. So I fainted. So what? Case closed. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" she asked, annoyed at the interrogating as she sat up.
Instantly, she hated herself for the instant movement because the room around her spung until she realized she had somehow fallen off the cot. Chris was beside her in an instant, holding onto her dizzy self, and looking at her with dark green eyes as he searched hers for an answer to why she was reacting this way.
She shook her head and pushed him away. She didn't need him to baby-sit her. She loved him but she didn't need him worrying about anything else going on with her. He had already had enough to worry about with his family, and the every day saving the world thing. She didn't want to be another chore for him like saving the world was. She just wanted him to give her space.
She just wanted space because she felt crazed right now. She felt like an addict and she didn't want to be close to him. She didn't want to hurt him because more then ever she was slowly starting to feel like she was in a very deliriously hot sauna and she needed out. Her thoughts were even becoming more foggy like they did when she didn't rest enough and she was in dire need of knowing she wasn't going to end up harming him if something happened.
"Free me, leave me,
Watch me as I'm going down
Free me, see me
Look at me, I'm falling and I'm falling." the lead singer of Red Helter sang in the background as the words floated over Victoria.
He was pissed because she wasn't answering his questions. So, what did he think she was? She didn't know the answers. All she knew was one minute she had been in P3 and the next she was inside her old house with a cryptic phantom holding her mind captive.
She didn't know any answers that he wanted. She barely understood anything at all. She just wanted a moment to be able to let things settle in. She needed time for her brain as well as her tired and slightly shaky feeling body to figure things out without getting the third degree.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed there still are people alive who do care about you. So when you lie to us and then seconds later go comatose we tend to get a little pissed off at you for doing the lying." he told her as he held onto her.
She was leaning into him barely being able to move in her shakiness and he was holding onto her as if his life depended on it. His hand was touching her face as his gaze seared into her. "Especially, me, your boyfriend, who you should be telling everything since there is that tiny little fact that I am your boyfriend."
If only it were that easy.
