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Post by silverstar03 on May 30, 2008 17:45:01 GMT -4
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TITLE: Angel
AUTHOR: Silverstar03
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): one-shot song fic
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: Piper and Leo
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: Prue is gone and Piper feels lost. Leo is, of course, her gaurdian angel and helps her through this time. A short song fic.
Angel
By: Silverstar03
This is just a short one-chapter song fic about Piper and Leo. Besides the Piper/Leo aspect, it also deals with the death of Prue. I sometimes tend to write out of the Charmed timeline in order to make my stories work, so sorry if I confuse you ^^’ In this case, I took a scene from before Paige was introduced and changed that scene around. I then wrote it so it is taking place after Paige was introduced. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed or the song “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan.
~~~~~
The door closed with a bang as I trudged into the house. It was silent...Phoebe was out and Prue...Prue...I felt tears threaten to fall down my cheeks, but I suppressed them as I set down my bag and climbed the stairs. Up I went, making my way into the attic. It was dark, and I shivered as I walked into the deserted room. Looking over, I saw that one of the windows had been left open. I pulled down on it, shutting out the cold night and wind. No stars could be seen in tonight’s sky...there was only darkness and a full moon covered by the clouds. Sighing to myself, I turned around and walked over to an old, oak table where I had stored a small chest of items. Pulling this chest out from underneath the table, I opened it and set some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root in front of me along with three white candles, a silver mortar, and a pestle.
“Oh Prue,” I whispered to myself as I pulled out a match and lit the candles. Light flickered throughout the dark room and I watched in dance before my eyes. How quickly a life could be taken, just as quickly as a candle being blown out by the wind. Shaking my head a little, I placed some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root into the mortar.
“In this night and in this hour...
I call upon the ancient power.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to the tears and continued.
“Bring back my sister...
Bring back the Power of Three”
“In this night and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
Bring back my sister,
Bring back the Power of Three.”
I surveyed the room, but nothing had changed. The candles continued to flicker in front of me. No...I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t give Prue up to death while I still lived. Picking up the pestle, I slowly grinded the herbs I had placed into the mortar and began to chant.
“Powers of the witches rise,
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.”
Not bothering to brush away my tears, I picked up the small knife that was hidden in the chest and placed it over my finger. Holding my finger over the mortar, I made a small cut and let the blood drip over the herbs.
“Blood to blood I summon thee,
Blood to blood return to me.”
I slowly put the knife down on the table. The sound of the metal hitting the wood echoed throughout the attic. Nothing...there was nothing.
“Why isn’t it working?” I cried to myself. “Why...” I let the tears flow down my face as I slumped down in my wooden chair feeling totally defeated and lost. Prue had always been there...why was she gone now? Why? If only it had been me instead of her...If I could just turn back time so I could have a second chance to save her...my beautiful sister...If only...Getting up, I hastily blew out the candles and retreated from the attic. As I walked towards the stairs I passed my room...and Phoebe’s. Once I got to Prue’s I jerked to a stop. Tentatively, I reached forward and turned the doorknob. The door swung open and there I stood, looking into her room. It was dark, but I didn’t turn any lights on. I didn’t have to. There...that shadow was Prue’s bed. And that one was her desk...her chair...her camera equipment. Every shadow was something of Prue...Taking a step forward, I started to move towards her bed, but again stopped. The air...It smelt like Prue. This room...It was Prue: Her embodiment and essence. I just couldn’t enter...I slowly took a step backwards. Then another...another...Before I knew it I was running down the stairs and out the front door. I had to get out. I had to....
Spend all your time waiting,
For that second chance,
For a break that would make it okay.
There’s only one reason,
To feel not good enough,
And it’s hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release,
Memory seeps from my veins.
Let me be empty,
And weightless and maybe,
I’ll find some peace tonight.
TITLE: Angel
AUTHOR: Silverstar03
TYPE (one-shot, chapters, part of a series): one-shot song fic
RATING: (K, T, M, MA): T
LEAD CHARACTERS: Piper and Leo
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS: None
SHORT SUMMARY: Prue is gone and Piper feels lost. Leo is, of course, her gaurdian angel and helps her through this time. A short song fic.
Angel
By: Silverstar03
This is just a short one-chapter song fic about Piper and Leo. Besides the Piper/Leo aspect, it also deals with the death of Prue. I sometimes tend to write out of the Charmed timeline in order to make my stories work, so sorry if I confuse you ^^’ In this case, I took a scene from before Paige was introduced and changed that scene around. I then wrote it so it is taking place after Paige was introduced. I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Charmed or the song “Angel” by Sarah McLachlan.
~~~~~
The door closed with a bang as I trudged into the house. It was silent...Phoebe was out and Prue...Prue...I felt tears threaten to fall down my cheeks, but I suppressed them as I set down my bag and climbed the stairs. Up I went, making my way into the attic. It was dark, and I shivered as I walked into the deserted room. Looking over, I saw that one of the windows had been left open. I pulled down on it, shutting out the cold night and wind. No stars could be seen in tonight’s sky...there was only darkness and a full moon covered by the clouds. Sighing to myself, I turned around and walked over to an old, oak table where I had stored a small chest of items. Pulling this chest out from underneath the table, I opened it and set some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root in front of me along with three white candles, a silver mortar, and a pestle.
“Oh Prue,” I whispered to myself as I pulled out a match and lit the candles. Light flickered throughout the dark room and I watched in dance before my eyes. How quickly a life could be taken, just as quickly as a candle being blown out by the wind. Shaking my head a little, I placed some rosemary, cypress, and yarrow root into the mortar.
“In this night and in this hour...
I call upon the ancient power.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes to the tears and continued.
“Bring back my sister...
Bring back the Power of Three”
“In this night and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
Bring back my sister,
Bring back the Power of Three.”
I surveyed the room, but nothing had changed. The candles continued to flicker in front of me. No...I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t give Prue up to death while I still lived. Picking up the pestle, I slowly grinded the herbs I had placed into the mortar and began to chant.
“Powers of the witches rise,
Course unseen across the skies.
Come to us who call you near,
Come to us and settle here.”
Not bothering to brush away my tears, I picked up the small knife that was hidden in the chest and placed it over my finger. Holding my finger over the mortar, I made a small cut and let the blood drip over the herbs.
“Blood to blood I summon thee,
Blood to blood return to me.”
I slowly put the knife down on the table. The sound of the metal hitting the wood echoed throughout the attic. Nothing...there was nothing.
“Why isn’t it working?” I cried to myself. “Why...” I let the tears flow down my face as I slumped down in my wooden chair feeling totally defeated and lost. Prue had always been there...why was she gone now? Why? If only it had been me instead of her...If I could just turn back time so I could have a second chance to save her...my beautiful sister...If only...Getting up, I hastily blew out the candles and retreated from the attic. As I walked towards the stairs I passed my room...and Phoebe’s. Once I got to Prue’s I jerked to a stop. Tentatively, I reached forward and turned the doorknob. The door swung open and there I stood, looking into her room. It was dark, but I didn’t turn any lights on. I didn’t have to. There...that shadow was Prue’s bed. And that one was her desk...her chair...her camera equipment. Every shadow was something of Prue...Taking a step forward, I started to move towards her bed, but again stopped. The air...It smelt like Prue. This room...It was Prue: Her embodiment and essence. I just couldn’t enter...I slowly took a step backwards. Then another...another...Before I knew it I was running down the stairs and out the front door. I had to get out. I had to....
Spend all your time waiting,
For that second chance,
For a break that would make it okay.
There’s only one reason,
To feel not good enough,
And it’s hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction,
Oh beautiful release,
Memory seeps from my veins.
Let me be empty,
And weightless and maybe,
I’ll find some peace tonight.
