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Post by Astral Echo on Sept 10, 2007 10:22:04 GMT -5
Prue had prepared herself of the worse, Melinda was never a horror kind of person, she always avoided a horror film and always hated the horrible details of Prue's premonitions. She felt touched that her cousin actually wanted to listen, the rest had been to busy arguing and touching up their wounds to even see if she was okay. It was bloody typical, the men in this family always managed to cease the limelight, if she hadn't of been so whacked she would of given Wyatt and Marc a piece of her mind.
Rubbing her temples she tried to concentrate, breathing in and out slowly trying to regain her compsure, alot of the details were a blur now; however some stayed planted in her brain like a demonic seed sprouting in her skull and running through her veins. Could the vision being demonically connected, she's never had a vision that strong before.
"I saw Mum, how she was tortured brutally to death and how Aunt Paige died saving an innocent. I never knew!" She whimpered, trying to figure it all out in her head, Piper and Leo had chosen to not tell them what happened, they thought it would be all too much. They were right, Prue started to tear up, a tear ran down her cheek and for the first time in years Prue shed a tear from her mother.
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 10, 2007 12:30:03 GMT -5
Melinda was the type of person that would usually set aside her own problems to help someone with even bigger issues than her own. Right now Prue was one of them. She needed to get whatever she was feeling off her chest. Especially since nobody else was going to listen. Everyone else were more concerned about the surface of the problem than the depth. With Wyatt and Marc going at each other, she needed to get Prue away from it all.
Melinda waited a moment for Prue to regain her composure. It was probably as hard to tell what happened as it was to see. Then Prue finally let out what happened. She didn't mention anything about Piper and Leo, but Mel figured she left that out for her sake. She had seen her own mother's death and Paige's. She listened about Paige. That seemed like something Paige would do. Though she never knew either.
Then Melinda saw a tear in Prue's eyes then it rolled down her face. It must have been for her mother. Melinda never recalled her crying when her mother died. She wasn't sure why. Her mother hadn't been the best after Coop died. Though she still did love Prue. She was just to lost a bitter that she lost touch with reality. It almost seemed like her death fit her. She tortured herself through life and died in torture. It was a harsh thought but true.
Melinda wasn't sure what to do, she just needed to stay strong at the moment. She gently wrapped her arm around her cousin. “Hey it's okay” Melinda said gently.
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Post by Astral Echo on Sept 10, 2007 15:45:07 GMT -5
Prue sobbed in to the arms of her cousin, slowly rocking herself back and forth but there was something even more dark about her vision, something new. The voice was almost like a messenger, warning her of a near danger that was about to try and hurt her, or perhaps add her to the list of the dead.
Prue and Melinda had always been like sisters, they may have let Lucy in on the fun, the sleepovers, the days out but Prue and Melinda always had a stronger bond. One which there mothers had shared till the day they died. "Someone spoke to me" Prue started. "In my vision. After I saw all the horrible stuff in they're lives and voice spoke to me!" She expressed sitting up, whipping the tears from her cheeks. 'They're lives' referring to the lives of the Charmed Ones.
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 10, 2007 21:31:01 GMT -5
Melinda held her cousin in her arms. Letting her feelings get out for the moment. She needed some closure on her mother. Prue had always been closed off about her mother until now.
Prue continued crying until it looked like she was in deep thought. Then she brought up something about a voice speaking to her. Melinda's head shot up for minute wondering what she had heard.
"What do you mean, what did you hear?" Melinda said a little worried
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Post by italiannna on Sept 11, 2007 12:02:41 GMT -5
Chris was incredibly thankful to both Camille and Lucy for stepping in between Marc and Wyatt. Chris didn't even want to begin to think about what would have happened had they not intervened. As he saw Marc and Lucy walk away, he thought about how close they both werw to each other. He and Wyatt used to be like that. It wasn't the same anymore... And that angered Chris.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Melinda asked him to go check up on Wyatt to see if he was ok... But Chris knew that Wyatt was with Camille so naturally he must be getting some comfort. Plus, Chris didn't really wan to bother his brother when he was with his girlfriend. Chris just decided to go see if the priest had arrived yet and try to go over some final details to make sure nothing else went wrong today.
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Lucy looked ahead as Marc gave her his usual sarcastic laughter. Well she was right. She never considered herself the oldest, and it was kinda hard whenever Marc would act like the "older brother' whenever she would bring guys home. It drove her crazy, but she was thankful in the end that he cared so much.
She heard Marc ask her if she believed that their mother had felt the same way with their aunts, as they do now with their cousins. Lucy thought about that... They were told the story about how Paige had become a Charmed One countless times while they were growing up. In fact, it was one of Lucy's favorite stories, that and when she first healed their father. She knew that Paige was the new-comer so if she felt the same way as they did it wouldn't surprise her...
"It wouldn't surprise me if she did... I mean in the beginning it must have been hard for all of them to adjust... Aunt Piper and Aunt Phoebe had just lost Aunt Prue and Mom had just found this new family... Still she did grow up as an only child her whole life, so maybe it didn't bother her as much as we think..."
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 11, 2007 13:00:24 GMT -5
Wyatt could see the tears in Camille's eyes. He wasn't sure if she was scared for him or just upset that he was upset. Again Wyatt was unsure about so many things. Especially himself. He knew Camille meant well, but sometimes he wasn't sure if he was such a good person anymore.
Melinda and Chris had lost just as much as he did. Melinda even more. He didn't see them blowing up at little things.
"Yeah I guess so" Wyatt said not sounded so sure. He didn't want to go further into it with Camille.
Wyatt walked over to Camille and wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm just glad I have you to keep me in line"
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Post by italiannna on Sept 11, 2007 21:21:54 GMT -5
Camille heard the uncertainty in Wyatt's voice. He didn't believe he could become the man he used to be. She believed in her soul that he would find his way again... And she wasn't about to give up on him just yet...
Camille felt Wyatt's strong arms embrace her slim figure. Camille rubbed his strong back and dug her head into his chest. She could feel both his and her heartbeats moving at a similar pace. She inhaled and exhaled...
"You have me Wyatt... and I promise I will never leave you..."
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 11, 2007 21:30:12 GMT -5
Wyatt wished he could understand himself better, not feel the way he did at times. He couldn't help it though. He at the moment couldn't forgive himself for what happened to his parents. He believed he could have stopped it some way and had failed them.
He was angry for that. Mostly at himself, with self-loathing. He knew he needed to try to be stronger. For Camille, For Melinda and even for Chris. It was just hard to push away what he was feeling.
Wyatt loved his time with Camille though. No matter how he felt she always made him feel better. He loved holding her. He felt her rub his back and it felt really good as his muscles relaxed a bit. He relaxed into her hoping he would be with her forever as their heart beat in sync.
"I know and I will never leave you either. You are part of me. If we ever left part of me would go with you and I'd be lost" Wyatt said knowing it was similar to what he had told her earlier but it was true. It was how he felt.
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Post by italiannna on Sept 11, 2007 22:09:57 GMT -5
Camille felt the tears beginning to well up in her eyes again... Her love for Wyatt scared her sometimes. She could be the most independent, strong woman at one time, but if her love for Wyatt was threatened, she would lose control and become weak to him...
She didn't hate loving him... She loved being with him with all of her heart and soul. She was just scared about what would become of her if she and Wyatt ever grew apart and listening to him talking now, she know he felt the same way...
"You complete me to Wyatt... And I know you can become the person you're meant to be... I believe in you..."
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 11, 2007 22:19:51 GMT -5
Wyatt looked at the tears that filled Camille's eyes. He hoped it wasn't because of him. He hated the thought of ever hurting Camille in anyway. Wyatt gently turned Camille's body toward him and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Hey it's going to be alright okay?" Wyatt said putting his strong hands on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what was going through her head. He knew somehow she was thinking about something that wasn't good and he wanted to reassure her.
"Your right, I know I can especially when I'm not doing it alone" he said embracing her in a soft kiss on the lips. He really loved Camille and never wanted to lose her and wanted to make sure she knew that.
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Post by Assassin Witch on Sept 12, 2007 21:50:14 GMT -5
Lucy said she wouldn't have been surprised if their mother had in fact felt what they felt. That comforted Marc. He loved his mother and they had been very close while she was alive. Aunt Piper had constantly said that he was just like her, and he took comfort in being compared to his mother because of her kind, helpful nature.
She did say that because of her only child upbringing, she might not have felt as secluded as they did. "Maybe. I guess that makes sense. She must have been used to doing things alone. We just have four cousins, so it's different. Plus, how can you not feel like a speck when Mr. Twice-Blessed is around," he rolled his eyes. Marc was really ticked off at Wyatt.
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Post by italiannna on Sept 12, 2007 22:34:14 GMT -5
Lucy shook her head and turned to give Marc a comforting rub on his shoulder. She inhaled and thought about what he said about Wyatt. She knew it must have been super hard for Marc to be cast aside... She kinda knew how he felt... She at times also felt like she was non important compared to Wyatt and Chris and even Melinda. She looked up ahead... She could hear the anger still apparent in Marc's voice. She turned to her brother.
"Marc... I get that you're mad at Wyatt right now, and I don't blame you... But he's still family and even if he's acting like a dumb@$$ right now, we just gotta hope he gets over it..."
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Camille could have stayed in Wyatt's arms forever... But she knew there were more important things to do... Although neither one of them wanted to leave, she knew that sooner or later, they would have to get on with the funeral.
Wyatt wiped away the tears that were going to fall... She didn't wan him to see her crying... She was supposed to be protecting him right now... She sighed as he held her close to him....
"You don't have to worry about me... Let me take care of you Wyatt..."
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 12, 2007 23:02:40 GMT -5
Wyatt wished he could hold Camille forever. At the moment it was the only thing that felt right in his life. He looked down at Camille as she tried to be strong again. He rocked her back in forth for a moment, trying to clear his head. Then he heard her telling him she needed to take care of him.
Wyatt sighed he didn't need to be taken care of but he didn't need to tell her that. Instead he gently looked back at her again. “No we are going to take care of each other” he said then kissed her on the forehead. “We really should get going, the funeral is going to start in five minutes” Wyatt said realizing the time.
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Post by Astral Echo on Sept 13, 2007 10:06:21 GMT -5
Prue looked to her feet, she admired her beautiful shoes, they were rather cool. She didn't think it was right to tell Melinda yet, not on the day of her parents funeral. She decided she hand to change the subject, glancing at her watch she opened her eyes wide. Pulling the watch out from between her legs she looked at it as it sat on her arm, five minutes?
"Come on, I'll tell you later. We better go sit down, it starts in five minites" Prue said standing up, she whipped the tears from her face and put on a fake smile. Outstreching her hand she waited for her cousin to take it.
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Post by RP Muse on Sept 15, 2007 11:46:10 GMT -5
Melinda knew she was holding something back for her sake. She had a pretty good idea what it was too. So she couldn't help but feel grateful that Prue was sparing her the details.
Melinda saw Prue look at her watch and informed her that it was five minutes until the funeral. “Oh right” She said not really really looking forward to this part of the day.
Melinda sighed slowly walking past Prue and out the door. She continued at a slow pace. They really were gone and this was it. It would be confirmed as soon as she sat down. Melinda felt like a ghost floating as she made her way through the hall. She opened the door to the main part of the church. She took a deep breath and finally took a seat where Chris would join soon.
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Wyatt left the room, Camille was probably behind him. He didn't look back to see. He just assumed. He also walked slowly back to the main hall. Wishing he could prolong this part of his life he wasn't ready for.
Wyatt finally made it in. He saw Mel sitting alone. So he went to sit next to her. Chris could sit on the other her side of her and Camille would sit next to him on the end. He didn't want Mel to sit alone. She looked alone enough as it was.
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Post by Fiji221 on Sept 15, 2007 14:26:24 GMT -5
Bridgette turned her head to see people beginning to file in to the room. First in came Marc's cousin Melinda, who was closely followed by her brother, Wyatt. She considered saying something to them, but then decided against it when she remembered that it was their parents who the funeral was for. They needed each other, and time to think. She would offer words later, maybe.
She sighed softly and pulled out her cell phone to check the time. 5 minutes until the service started. She bit her lip as she powered her phone off and set it back inside her bag.
Looking back to the siblings, she noticed how lost they both looked, especially Melinda. This certainly couldn't be an easy thing to go through. The thought of their situation simply made the guilt in her stomach rise again. But Bridgette shook the feeling away, she had no right to feel guilty, or upset. She looked back to the front of the room and let her thoughts once again drift, waiting for the service to begin.
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Post by italiannna on Sept 15, 2007 22:57:08 GMT -5
Lucy took a glance at her watch and gasped. The funeral was starting in a few minutes. As much as she did not want to go back in the church, she knew that for the sake of her cousins, she would have to get through this. She tugged at Marc's jacket.
"Hey, I think we should get going inside."
Lucy started to walk into the church. She hoped Marc would follow her. She looked at the pews to see if there were any spots to sit. She noticed at a pew towards the front, a friend of hers from school, Bridgette. Lucy gave a small smiled and slowly waved to her. She noticed that her pew was pretty filled, but the pew in font of her was not. Lucy went and took a seat.
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Camille felt the soft kiss on her forehead... She wanted to stay with him holding her forever... But sooner or later reality needs to sink in... And it was fast catching up to them.
Camille felt Wyatt's grip loosen and with a comment about having to get their places, she saw him turn around and begin to walk out the door. Camille followed him and hoped that she was able to help him enough so that he could get through this funeral.
They reached the pew where Melinda had already sat down (Not sure if Prue's with her). She sat down next to Wyatt and grabbed his hand.
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Chris had been going over some final detail with the priest. As much as he knew he had to deal with this, he wasn't paying very much attention. He just kept glancing back at the two coffins. It was starting to hit him hard... He wasn't ready for this... He could still hear his mother's beautiful voice soothing him whenever he was stressed out. Or his father's calm words of wisdom to help him through whatever his problems were... But, who would help him now?
"I know this is hard for you son... I understand what tragedy this must be..."
Chris's thoughts were disrupted when the priest began talking to him. Chris couldn't help but roll his eyes. What does he know about loss? He has no idea what I'm going through or what my family's going through... Chris nodded...
"Thank you Father... Please excuse me..."
Chris saw his siblings seated in the front pew of the church. Chris decided to join them and get settled before the funeral started.
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Post by Astral Echo on Sept 16, 2007 5:37:56 GMT -5
Prue almost felt like a little weird, it wasn't her parents funeral but she couldn't help but cry about it. Sitting down next to Chris she took his hand for comfort and held her tissue tight in the other hand. She watched as her other cousins joined the cermony, the priest stood in front of the crowd, others had come to pay their respect.
Monica, P3's manager, Kelly, Rachel and Sally, Piper's best friends and many others that had come to watch the star crossed lovers move across to the other side, the afterlife. In the back row sat three hooded males, all with the their heads bowed, no one noticed; they were all to pulled in to their emotions and to the funeral. They forgot about all their other troubles, all but Prue; the voice from her vision just circulated her mind.
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Post by Fiji221 on Sept 16, 2007 17:22:01 GMT -5
Bridgette acknowledge Lucy with a small smile, noticing that she looked no better than the others.
She groaned and closed her eyes as a wave of emotions hit her. Sorrow, pain, anger, confusion, denial and so much more. It was times like these she hated her powers. Funerals and empaths simply didn't mix. She gritted her teeth and willed her empathy to momentarily turn off, sighing as she relaxed back into her seat. A few more minutes until the ceremony started, then she could leave.
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Post by Assassin Witch on Sept 18, 2007 15:50:23 GMT -5
Marc sighed and stayed quiet. When she realized he wasn't going to say anything, Lucy looked down at her watch and mentioned that they needed to get inside. He watched her walk in, but didn't immediately follow. Maybe he could astral himself into the church. No. Lucy would notice if his astral self was there and not him, and she would give him a lecture about it, too. It wasn't worth it.
Slumping his shoulders and pushing off against the wall, Marc slowly walked into the almost filled church. So many people came to pay their respects, yet no one had truly known Piper and Leo. It was the price they had to pay for magic.
Focusing on her thoughts, he found his sister and manuevered his way over to her. Bridgette was behind them and he gave her a fake smile and nudged Lucy, letting her know he was there.
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