Wow, it's been a few days. Thank you all for your reviews. I enjoyed all of them. I thought you all would love the idea of Victoria becoming a psychic vampire. Sorry, I didn't hit on Wyatt's reaction with her yet but I am still planning on how to present that chapter. That and I totally forgot about the lead singer of Red Helter being a big part of chapter 13 and she never even really appeared in it.
Be prepared for another lead girl character for a bit in the lead singer of Red Helter. I am so happy that this story is finally hitting into the good parts!
Oh, and sorry about how slowly I am updating. I was doing so good with ALTERED LIFE and I am slow on this one. College and work is evil!!!!
Stony Angel I still want to collaborate. I don't know if you got the other idea I had for a story. I have given up on bored mail because it sucks butt. So I now have an account at hotmail under the name vintagestacy so you can email me there better. Hopefully, if I send mail to you from there it won't end up all crappy and in your junk mail pile.
Chris helped Phoebe to her feet. She smiled up at Chris and gave him a helpful pat on the back for healing her. Then, Chris bent down to his own mother. She was unconscious. She was perfectly fine besides the factor that she had just passed out there for no reason.
He smiled lightly as he looked over his mother. His poor mother. She had to deal with everything. She had to fix everything so that they all could survive and she didn't deserve to be taken granted. He had tried to not take her for granted every chance he got.
He knew she had a tough time. Anyone, would have a tough time trying to keep the family together, magically keep everyone alive and well, and then trying to have their own social life on the side not to mention being the a club owner as well as manager for P3.
She needed to rest. She didn't though. His mother was always trying to be up and about and trying to take care of everyone else. Sometimes, he doubted that his mother ever really even thought of herself.
In the beginning, when they had learned she was pregnant with Melinda his father hadn't even been around a lot of the time. The Elders, being the perfect all-knowing ones that they were, had chosen to let his father become an Elder all over again right around that time.
So, his father had had to help the Elders and his own charges all over again. It had been weeks at a time he wouldn't have seen his father. His mother had taken it the hardest too. She had been going through a pretty bad pregnancy with Melinda.
Chris wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he had a bad feeling about this baby being born.
Sure, he wanted to see his newborn baby sis, but hell he wanted his mother to be alive more. He didn't care if Melinda was supposedly all powerful. They all were all all powerful so all he needed to know was that his mother was going to be alive and well when she did have Melinda. Otherwise, he was willing to save his mother over his sister any day.
Sure, he knew that he was pretty damned lucky so far with his mother. Halliwell women barely ever survived having their children and seeing them hit puberty let alone their own children's graduation. Plus, there had been a million times that she had been near death or supposedly been dead for a few minutes. She was still alive and kicking and that was all that mattered to him.
"Mom," he whispered gently as he tapped her shoulder.
She looked so peaceful. He knew she barely slept anymore with the baby constantly giving her problems, but he didn't want to let her sleep here in the middle of the club where demons could come and attack at any moment.
Piper shrugged off his voice and leaned her head back more. An instant later though the world came crashing back into her mind as she realized her son needed her. That factor and the fact she didn't remembering going to bed at home woke her up instantly. Piper quickly opened her chocolate brown eyes and scanned her surroundings.
She was still at the club. Her son, Chris, was right in front to her kneeling down and looking quite worried about this. He was always worried about something, but now his worry was directed at her. Now, she knew why. She was sitting in the little bar area of P3 just sitting there unconscious.
"Oh, Chris. I must have dozed off." she said sheepishly as she looked around.
Chris instantly helped her to her feet.
It was a heavy load she was carrying now with the baby. This was the last kid she was ever going to have she swore to herself. She was about to swear off birthing babies ever again after this pregnancy and she was about done with the big birtha gig that came with lugging the kid around with her during the whole ten months of pregnancy.
It was times like these she wished she were a man so she could just sit on the couch with a beer in one hand and a remote in the other while watching a few football games. Then, when the time came for the baby to be delivered she would then be there to watch the child be born. Instead, of course, of having to give birth to the baby.
"Mom, are you sure you are okay?" Chris asked watching her every movement as if she were an invalid.
"Yes, I'm fine," she told him slightly annoyed.
"Well, sweetie. He means well." Phoebe replied sensing Piper's annoyment. "You know, since you just passed out and all he just kind of needs to check up on you a bit."
"I am fine. I was just a little drozy for a minute there and so I rested. It's no big deal. I'm fine. Look at me," she replied spinning around in a circle for them.
Chris frowned at her general reaction to his worry and gave Phoebe a look. A look in which Phoebe returned instantly. Then when she saw the giant 'I am going to kick both your butts if you don't stop this' look on Piper's face she stopped. Phoebe instantly went to her older sister and took her arm in hers and laid her head on her shoulder.
"Oh, sweetie. Now, that you're all better how about we get you home and in bed," Phoebe said coyly.
"Oh, no you don't . I am not a child. I do not need a bedtime and I am fine."
"Mom, how many times are you going to actually say you're fine when you are not fine?" Chris asked her folding his arms over his chest.
Piper gave her son a look that could kill and then she shook her head throwing her hands in the air, "Until, someone believes me, aright??'
"Maybe, Wyatt is sometimes that gullible, but I'm not mom. Why don't you just rest a minute and let everyone else take care of you for once." Chris asked his mom.
"Alright, you win." Piper finally gave in knowing if she didn't she would never hear the end of it.
"Yay! So, I have already planned on you going to bed early I will get you some cocoa and one of those weird sandwiches that you like so well with pickles and mayonnaise and then you will be good to go for beddie bye," Phoebe told her in a very happy, chirpy voice.
"Oh, god. I feel like I am going to be sick from all of this pampering already." Piper moaned.
"Don't worry about it, mom. I'll save you from Phoebe's random food disasters. You betcha, I'm your man. I'll make sure she remembers to add the mustard on it too." Chris added with a smile.
"Gee, thanks." Piper said as Chris gave her a big hug along with Phoebe and she felt like disappearing forever the way her family was now treating her as an invalid. Instead of disappearing, she had an excellent idea of getting Chris back for putting her through the whole pampered invalid routine.
"Alright, let's get home already. I really need to get my feet up. And Chris, since you seem to be so helpful in helping Phoebe with this scheme you get to rub my feet." Piper smiled as she informed him of his punishment.
"Again?" he whimpered.
"Again," she replied as her smile widened.
"But mom." he tried.
Piper was about to tell Chris 'there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it' when she heard someone else in the club. She turned her head waiting to see Wyatt or Victoria to come into her line of vision and saw instead the lead singer of Red Helter.
The girl looked at them with her long curly blond hair flying into her pale face as she breathed hard. The look of pure terror was still imprisoned on the girls face as she saw them all. Piper then noticed the girls hand was holding tightly to her side.
As Piper looked at her harder she saw a rough looking bloody tear in the girls shirt. It looked as if the girl had been hit by one of the energy balls that the demonic gay twins had been throwing everywhere in order to stop their inevitable death.
"Oh my god," Phoebe whispered as she looked in the direction Piper had been looking and saw the hurt girl.
The girl swallowed hard. She looked as if she were trying to say something. Her bloody hand moved away from her wounded side and reached out to them.
Piper was the closest so she instantly reacted by reaching her own hand out to hold the girl's by going towards the girl. She had a hold of the girls hand but not good enough because a moment later while Piper had tried to steady her instead of letting the poor wounded girl fall the girl fell hard onto the ground.
