Hi everyone. I have hit a rough week. First some bad luck at work, school, and then a bit of writers block. Sorry about the late updates. I'll try harder for another one.
This chapter is a bit of a filler chapter. I still have to write the one with everyone dealing with the singer. Which I am trying to figure out a bit of humor for, but you never know how it'll end up.
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Victoria walked through the lonely ghost infested hallway. She slowly bumped into a few walls trying to avoid the avid ghosts. They shrieked at her from their irrepressible corners. They knew she cold see them somehow and they wanted her for themselves. They wanted her to help them. They were beyond her help. They had never crossed over and they were stuck.
Most of them were evil anyways. They didn't need to be passed on to their own personal version of hell. They were already there seeing the Charmed Ones getting stronger year by year and closer as their lives developed. They were in hell here.
She was inside the backroom now. There were ghosts in there too, but these ghosts were quiet ones. She quickly shut the door behind her and gave a small sigh of relief in the pitch black room.
Everything in the room glowed to her eyes. To anyone else's eyes everything was pitch black but she could see everything that was or had been alive.
It all had a past history. It had been touched by the long dead and by its Charmed inhabitants. The floor was the safest place for her to be. There it was neutral ground. There she couldn't pick up the glimpses of memory or deaths of people who had touched it.
She giggled feverishly and ran her hands through her hair as she slowly rocked on the floor. She had to pull herself together. This new power was hard to heal with and she didn't know exactly what she could do with it let alone how to handle it.
She just needed a few minutes to figure this out.
She had a few minutes too since Chris was off avenging his family. Demons seemed to take up a lot of time with him so it would be okay. She wouldn't be bothered for at least a few more minutes.
Oh god, Chris.
He was going to be pissed with her. She wasn't exactly being very truthful with him as it was and here she was acquiring a new power. She didn't know what to say about this power. It had come after she had fainted and it was stronger then her. It seemed to be able to take a hold of her and make her do things she wouldn't regularly do. It had only been slightly conquered through vanquishing another demon.
Yeah, tell yourself that, she told herself bitterly.
It had come under her own control once she had killed.. Once she had taken a demons life energy to live to sustain and replenish her own life energy. She was like a freaking vampire. A psychic vampire at that.
The world really knew how to screw her over at times.
She had seen vampire movies. They had humongous teeth and the craving never went away for them. They killed to survive and after awhile they lost what made them human in the first place. After awhile, they lost their morality and killed for the power.
Not to mention the long freaky teeth that could strike right into the jugular.
She needed to see if she had those teeth.
She quickly got up from off the dirty cement floor and went to a slightly dusty mirror. She didn't dare touch it to wipe the dust off of its surface. That would be like a kamikaze.. The memories not to mention the images that would torment her brain like a relentless hurricane would drive her insane.
She would get too many images over time. She didn't need that.
She looked a bit like a ghost in her reflection from the dust over the mirror. A chill spread over her as she thought of this. The invisible man in her old house had shown her reflection to her as a ghost.
Was she going to die? After everything was she going to die?
She ignored her panicked thoughts and stared at herself through the dust in the mirror
Victoria looked at her own reflection in the mirror as she opened her mouth wide and tried from all angles to see if she had vampire teeth.
Nothing. Her teeth looked like they always did regularly. This barely gave her any contentment.
She touched her teeth. She then thought of life energy that her own body had taken into her to make her so high at this moment. It had been then that her teeth had came to her when she had been about to strike. There was only one thing she had left to try.
Hell if she thought of the life energy maybe they would appear.
They did too. Instantly.
Two vampire teeth slowly drew themselves out of her gums and appeared longer then the rest of her teeth as they appeared. Their long white veils of bone appeared in the mirror as she gave a small muffled cry.
She cried out in anguish then. She drew away from the mirror as if that would make it all better. As if that would make them disappear and never come back. She was innately magical. Life was never that easy.
She stopped probing her teeth and tried to stay in her own version of denial over it all.
She was a demon. How? She had been good all this time. She had never chosen a side but she had fought for good so far. She shouldn't be a demonic force at all.
How could she be? She was already a witch and half god. How could vampire be added to her resume?
Okay, Victoria, she told herself calmly, think about it. So, she tried hard to think about it. She was a demon, but how? She hadn't been attacked by anything as of late. The only weird unnatural oceanic had been the invisible man. He hadn't attacked her like a vampire did.
There had been no bite marks. There had been no vampire bats after her sucking her blood and then changing her into their own kind. There was no reason for her to be this way. There just wasn't a way.
Even as she thought this she felt a shiver pass over her body as she heard the invisible mans voice vibrate through her mind again.
"You have a connection to life as well as death," the voice whispered into her ear as she stared at her own fingertips. One had been cut on the roughness of her new vampire teeth and it was bleeding now.
"What did you mean?" she whispered. When no one answered she told the room softly, "I think I am ready to know now."
"Enjoying your new powers?" the voice answered in the cold, dark backroom. Somehow the room had slowly chilled over the time it had taken for whatever or whoever it was to appear.
"No."
"Shame. I gave them to you for a reason."
"Yeah, you also cursed me." she answered angrily as she bunched her hands into fists.
She had fought for her life not longer then a month ago. She had been cursed to live till her nineteenth year and then die. Chris and the Charmed Ones had helped her through surviving that one. Now, here she was again in his same dilemma.
She knew one thing for sure. If the Charmed Ones found out what she was now she would be dead. If they figured it out they would vanquish her. Even though they had become close over the time she had actually lived her life they wouldn't say no to killing an enemy or even a threat to them.
Which she had a feeling she would become pretty soon since she had a very demonic virus passing through her as it gave her new powers.
Her power was demonic. She knew it was demonic and now she was totally in the dark. Sure, it was okay if she did this life sucking energy thing to demons. It would make a smaller amount of demons infesting the earth once she was done, but what if she couldn't control it?
What if she ended up using it on someone she knew because it took over her again like it had before?
What if Chris was the person she ended up killing?
She didn't want to deal with that. She wanted answers and she wanted them now. "Come out and show yourself already!" she called into the room around her.
Just as she said this Wyatt entered the room.
He looked at her warily and suspiciously just like he always did so she had no idea if he knew what she was or not. He kept his distance from her and searched the room. For whoever she had been talking to. When he found no one he just watched her calmly yet suspiciously.
There were no expressions on his face. He was completely devoid of emotions. He might as well have been a robot.
As much as Wyatt still weirded her out because of their whole past life. Sure, he wasn't the same man who had cursed and killed her. Sure, he was completely different now in this life. The Charmed Ones had been good to him and he was good now. Still, she felt some weird underlying feelings that he had hidden towards her at times.
"Who are you talking to?" he asked as he searched the room.
Victoria ignored his question and looked around the room instead. Wyatt was the last person she wanted to see at the moment because she didn't know how he felt towards her enough to trust him.
Sometimes she would look up from whatever she was doing and see him watching her. Even then she didn't know what he was thinking. She didn't know if he saw her as the enemy or the ally sometimes the way he acted towards her. Hell, the way the room would just suddenly get chilled why she was around him made her wonder even more then ever how he felt towards her. Plus, whenever she saw him watching her with Chris she thought she could see a bit of jealousy striking the surface, but she didn't know for sure.
She never knew with Wyatt and that could end up being her death sentence.
She had a secret now. She knew why she had been sick early. She knew she had to keep it to herself until she could figure out what to do about it.
The last thing she needed was Wyatt watching her every move while she tried to figure out what had happened to her.
So, she tried to be normal. She looked back at Wyatt and folded her hands over her chest firmly and answered him finally, "I thought someone was here with me. I was worn though."
Right now there were no emotions she could figure out from Wyatt as he slowly accepted her response. She knew he didn't believe it from the moment it left her mouth but she knew he couldn't prove otherwise.
Victoria could tell he was drawn inside though. He kept his distance from her as they regarded each other warily in the dark back room. She didn't know him that well but she had a feeling that whatever it was that was going on inside of him was tearing him up.
She only hoped that it had nothing to do with her.
