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Summary: Charmed Fic - AU

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Charmed > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesAstralAngelFR131907021,08610 Jul 0310 Jul 03No
Between Heaven & Hell

Disc: None of the characters you recognize belong to me. However, Jason, Jarret, etc. are all mine.


A.N. This is slightly AU

Part 1

It was dark. Dark and damp. It had been for months. She didn’t care. Her life was dark. Ever since that day…her life had been dark. She didn’t remember what was so special about that day. The day her life had changed forever. She guessed you could say being granted a wish by a genie was pretty special. But they had set him free. And then she had been captured. After it had first happened she had been so sure that it would be ok. She had had hope. Because of her sisters. And sisters didn’t leave each other in hell, right? That had been then. This was now. She could barely remember what her sister’s looked like.


He had come in yesterday and told her that her sisters had fought Shax, and that they had been exposed, but that in the end the power of three had prevailed. Who the hell was Shax? That had been the first thought in her mind. Second was that she was part of the power of three - how could it have prevailed? What had changed? She would ask him the next time he came.


It was strange. She had never thought that something like this would happen. She had known as soon as she had become a witch that one day there would be a warlock or demon that was too strong for her. But she had always thought that it would be fast - or that at the least her sisters would be with her. She had never thought that she would end up in this hell. Alive but dead for all purposes. The bruises had disappeared and the broken bones had been set and healed. But the emotional ones - she had a feeling that they would last forever.


When she had first got here, he had taken great pleasure in her pain. In causing her pain. The beatings had come rapidly- she hadn’t even had time to heal properly after each session. Then something went wrong - instead of just cutting her slowly, his hand had slipped - burying the knife deep into her stomach. It had taken her days to heal, he had said, and she was still weak from the blood loss. But after that, the beatings had stopped. So had the insults. She had foggy memories of those days - a few whispered kind words, a loving touch. But that couldn’t have been right. She must have been dreaming. Because a demon can’t care, right?


She was still angry with herself for getting caught, for not escaping when she should have, and now it was too late. She was weak now - too weak. Her powers had diminished after not being used for so long. The cavern was protected - no form of magic could be used. At first that had worked in her favor - his powers didn’t work either. But when she had first tried to make a break for it, he had stopped her. That was when the beatings had first started. It had now been a year - give or take a couple of months since he had first captured her.


When she asked him how her sisters were doing, he had just laughed. They didn’t even know that she was gone. She thought he had sent a clone in her place - to her sisters, she was with them. She didn’t even know why she was still alive. This hell she was living in - she would have preferred the beatings to this. At least then, she could accept what was happening - he was a demon, and demons loved to torture witches. But these last three months - nothing. He had left her alone completely. She would have thought that he had forgotten her; if it hadn’t been for the food and water he delivered everyday. These last few months, he had even begun to stay and talk - offering her little tidbits about her sisters and their lives. About Leo and Darryl. That had confused her at first. How had he known about Darryl? She had asked him that. His cryptic reply was that he knew everything there was to know about her. That was news to her. Hell, she didn’t even know his name! And she wasn’t going to ask either. The last time she had, all it had earned her was a broken finger and a bruised stomach. He was interesting to look at though. Not that he was around much. She didn’t mind. The further he stayed away from her the better, right?


She would have killed for a long soak in a steaming hot bubble bath though. It wasn’t if he didn’t let her bathe and clean herself or anything. She just wanted to relax. Those were the thoughts that were running through her head when he walked in. She looked up eagerly when he showed her a newspaper article. It was about P3. And the owners. Her eyes skimmed the article, and her pain grew. She stared at him with wide eyes, looking for confirmation of the words written. She slumped against the floor and stared unseeingly at the paper. She had seen enough. Her sisters thought that she was dead. She had a new sister - Paige. She was Prue Halliwell, and she was for all purposes dead and buried.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Between Heaven & Hell" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 10 Jul 03.

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