DYSTOPIA
~ A Billie Story ~
Book II
"Beneath the Surface"

Author's Note:
I don't really have much to say, except maybe thanks for all those who stuck with me through Part I. So, after much procrastination, and as a somewhat late two-year anniversary to the story: Part II is here.

Oh, and chapters are going to remain remotely short like for Part I until about two-third of this Part so just bear with me (they do increase in length after that, though).

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Story's Overview:
After kidnapping Leo, Christy has finally laid her hands on the Grimoire, proclaiming the Powers of the Underworld. Can Billie save the day or will darkness prevail? There's always more than meets the eye Beneath the Surface …

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Disclaimer:
I don't own Charmed¸ yadda, yadda, yadda: don't sue me.

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All Chapters: (Unless stated otherwise)
Written By: Me (Terry)
Edited By: Abby

Chapter One: Witching Up

Synopsis:
A strange villager falls prey to the ill weather. A mysterious someone comes to their help.

The morning mist that took over the surrounding of the lake in the valley was all around him as he sailed his way across the dull, idle waters.

Amos looked up; he could barely make out the snow-covered mountain tops with all the fog. Thank God the snow did not reach here! True, he was sometimes afraid of avalanches because then the entire village would be condemned, but the white blanket was better off up there than down here in his opinion.

He already had to deal with the bitterness of the wind and the dampness of the mist; his old bones would never stand the snow.

As his pale blue eyes stayed still on the closest hill top, thunder broke out and a lightning bolt struck. Amos covered his eyes and stumbled onto the boat, making it turn over.

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For an uncertain amount of time, Amos lay unconscious on the shore, his clothes not drying for all the sun's useless attempts to pierce the foggy clouds and deter the water still gathering around his lower body.

A noise woke him up and he covered his stinging eyes with his arm. He coughed, releasing some of the foul water he had swallowed. Then he heard it again – someone was running but their course was constantly interrupted by their falling upon the shingle beach.

"H-help," he croaked in a hoarse voice he did not recognize as his own.

"Hello?" he heard a broken, feminine voice reply. "Who's there?"

She stumbled to her knees again and he could only utter a weak "Help me."

The next time he heard her crash on the pebbles, he started at her proximity; she had just dropped at his side.

"God, what happened to you?" she sounded weary and despite the obviously heavy burden on her shoulders, he could feel she really was concerned about him. She stood up and dragged him out of the water then got back to his side.

"M'eyes – hurt," he managed to tell her. Next second he was wrestling with her to keep his protective arms over his eyes while the stranger tried to take them away and have a look.

After a while she added her second hand in the battle and he felt something icky, sticky, yet warm, falling on his neck.

"I'm sorry," she said hurriedly, taking her second hand back away, "but you need to let me see them or I won't be able to help you!" Amos obliged but he could not bear to keep his eyes open. "Oh God, you're blind!"

A/N:
There, I hope you were seriously expecting me to be done with the cliffies :-)
Also, you probably hate me and want to kill me for not showing right away what happened after Christy's power-boost but you know... don't or you'll never know :-D
Until next time!