Bitter Destruction

The sequel is here! Excited? I hope so. I don't know why I decided to post this because I asked you guys to review 'Sweet Seduction' and you guys really didn't! :( Maybe I just want to see more hits or something, haha.

Anyway, I'm sorry the summary's really lame but whatever. The story is (hopefully) a lot better!

Side note - to anyone who hasn't read 'Sweet Seduction', I recommend reading it first because you may get confused and won't be able to follow this story.

I'm done typing this now. Enjoy the first chapter!

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I was trying as hard as I could to run, but it was so difficult. My overgrown stomach wouldn't allow me to go far without having to stop and gasp for needed breath. 'It's been a month and a half - how can it be this large already?!' I thought frantically.

The red, chalky walls of the curvy hallways seemed to be slipping off onto the floor, reminding me of scarlet blood that, so many times before, had been dripping out of me. While I kept running, I gagged silently, remembering the blood that used to fall freely from my womanhood. The most recent experience happened a month and a half ago... and the memory was painted so vividly in my mind... I could still taste the vaginal blood that he traced along my mouth so long before.

My legs gave up as I heaved to the side. I wiped my mouth and collapsed to the ground opposite of the vomit. My stomach felt as though it was growing even now, curling out from under my t-shirt. "Stop..." I moaned, sounding frail and weak. My pale hands lifted the t-shirt to reveal the watermelon-sized body part. As I squinted I swear I could see the movement of miniature hands and feet, eager to leave the womb.

Panting for breath that wouldn't seem to enter my lungs, I folded the shirt back over as much as possible. "I can't have you yet... It's too dangerous," I mumbled breathlessly to the infant within me.

When my breath returned to my lungs, I pulled myself up, with the help of the bleeding walls that coated my white hands, and walked as quickly as possible down the darkened hall.

"How do I get out of here?" I cried after a long period of walking in what seemed like circles. Suddenly, this piercing ache shot through my abdomen, like I'd just been stabbed. "Ahhh!" I screamed and clutched the large mound in agony.

"You can't get out," whispered a voice.

"Wha-- Arrrgh!" I cried, my stomach cramping severely.

"You're stuck now."

I moaned in pain.

"Slut... whore..."

"Stop it, please..."

"Coming for Daddy?" it taunted.

"No!" I screamed. "That wasn't fair! Ungh!"

"What will Prue do? Leave you? Kick you out?"

"No..."

"Vanquish you?"

I couldn't breathe. The baby was stabbing me. Blood... I could taste it on my tongue, in my throat.

"Dear Delilah, time to give up. Your life is nothing close to a fairytale."

The voice rang in my ears. I'd heard it before, the same vicious voice that lied to me for years, a sick traitor.

Jarrod.

"Get out of my head; get out of my head!" I shouted to no one, clenching my hands tightly.

My heart raced rapidly. The baby stopped kicking. I could breathe shallowly. After pulling myself to my feet, I exhaled and walked slowly through the darkness. A dim light was seen a few yards away behind a barely open door. Once I reached it, I slowly opened the door to find a familiar room, robed in the same maroon-colored clay, and, immediately, I took notice of the large bed in the center. "No," I whispered and turned around, but the door was already closed and locked. "No!" I cried, shaking the handle frantically with my pale hand.

"Delilah." The cold, icy, evil voice called to me, a vicious smile hidden within. The voice of the former Source of All Evil. I didn't want to turn around; I wanted to stay right in place - frozen, as if the middle Charmed One, Piper, had just used her power on me. "Turn around, daughter," he said calmly, but I didn't oblige. "Look at me," he exclaimed sternly, causing me to jump.

"No," I cried back defiantly, tears swarming in my eyes. 'I won't face you,' I thought strongly. I shut my eyes, wiping away the closed door and surrounding clay walls. When I opened them, though, I gasped loudly at the sight of my father.

His face was even more discolored than before; his eyes were completely hollow, as black as the midnight sky; his cheeks were deeply indented crevices among his face; the smell of ash and dirt rose into my nostrils - the smell of death. His faded lips curved, revealing a toothless smile. I backed away, absolutely disgusted, but shrieked when I'd tripped over something and landed on a soft mattress.

"No!" I screamed, wriggling on the bed. "Please, no!"

The Source climbed onto the bed, assuming a position between my legs. "Daughter..." he whispered, sounding like a cat purring in heat.

I lay paralyzed beneath him. "No, no, no, no, no..." Tears were freely falling now, glistening down my cheeks. "Father, you can't!" I said through harsh breaths, my stomach suddenly aching. "You're dead!"

"Really?" he challenged, looking amused. He placed his skinless fingers over the waistband of my pants, pulling them off without any trouble. I tried to push him away, to save myself and my baby, but I was immobolized. I whimpered and sobbed helplessly.

My father shoved his hand into my open legs unexpectedly. Uncontrollably, my body arched off the body while I screamed the loudest I'd ever screamed before. With a yank, he removed his hand and I collapsed back onto the bed, covered in sweat and tears, gasping. I heard the sound of a baby's cry, and I let out a sob of defeat.

"How hideous he looks..." the monster above me muttered in disgust.

I gulped and looked at my newborn son, but my father had hidden him under his billowing cloak. "Please..." I pleaded through a whisper, choking on a breath.

"I'll take care of him," said The Source, grinning. "Say hello to Lily for me." Then his hand flung towards me, and I was doused with fire.

Burning... and I screamed...

"Delilah!"

Gasping, I bolted upright. My heart was racing wildly inside my ribcage. My breaths were ragged, shaky, afraid. Much like in the dream, sweat was coating me. I looked down at my chest and was somewhat happier to find my stomach much smaller.

When I raised my eyes, I met concerned, beautiful green ones that belonged to my beloved Prue, the oldest sister of the three most powerful witches to ever walk the earth. Every time I looked into those eyes, I saw protection and safety, reminding me of a mother - something I'd never had the chance to know.

"Sweetie," Prue said soothingly with a stern edge. "You were screaming again."

"Oh..." I turned away from her gaze, resting my quivering hands over each other on my lap. "Sorry."

With caution, she inched her hands over to mine, clasping them gently. "Are you alright? You sounded like you were in pain."

I breathed shakily in and out. Prue was still unaware of my father's attack that happened over a month and a half ago. The attack that led to the making of his child, my child, my brother. It's been difficult keeping it from her, especially when I've been frequently having nightmares about the event, screaming and thrashing as though it were repeating over and over every night.

"Delilah..."

Prue's voice pulled me from my thoughts, thankfully. Shaking my head, I tried to smile at her, but I failed. "It was," I began, frowning, looking back at our hands layered over my covered thighs, "just a nightmare."

"A continuous nightmare," she said matter-of-factly. "Baby, you know you can tell me what's wrong."

I nodded distractedly. "It's stupid. Just... a nightmare, nothing major," I replied, laughing meekly.

"But you scream and fight. I was afraid you were going to hit me earlier," she said. I turned to look at her, expecting to see her infamous smirk, but she looked ever so serious.

"Prue, I don't mean to..."

"No, I know," she answered, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "If you told me, though, maybe I could help you through this."

I knew she was urging me to open up, like she'd down countless times already, but I didn't want her to be ashamed of me.

"What will Prue do? Leave you? Kick you out? Vanquish you?"

Gasping suddenly, I turned to Prue, tears forming in my eyes.

"What is it?" Prue asked quickly.

I pulled my hands away from hers, rather rudely, and wiped away the fluid flowing from my eyes. "Nothing, nothing," I mumbled, my voice cracking.

Prue sighed a defeated sigh, tossing her head so that it was looking toward the opposite wall.

Feeling terrible, I moved my hand so that it cradled hers. "I'm sorry," I whispered. She turned to look at me, her expression hurt and troubled. "I want to tell you," I said honestly, "but... I'm not ready."

She leaned into me and kissed me tenderly on my lips. I moaned softly, the pain and confusion from the nightmare escaping my mind. I deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to probe my mouth, to taste me. Prue and I fell back onto the bed, her body above mine. As she distracted me with her amazing kisses, I barely noticed the feel of her hand creeping down my shirt to the top of my bottoms.

My eyes widened and I began to tear up again. "No, please!" I cried, rolling out from under Prue and getting to my feet on the cold, wooden floor.

The eldest Charmed One sat up just as quickly as I moved out from beneath her and gazed at me, clearly bewildered. "Delilah, what's wrong?" she asked in a worried tone.

"I... I..." Breaths were emerging from my mouth, ragged and frantic. My hand rested over my abdomen, gripping it tightly. Tears fell freely, moistening my cheeks. "I'm sorry..." I mouthed, tasting salty drops. "I'm sorry..."

Prue rose from the bed and wrapped me in her arms, whispering gentle murmurs that didn't even sound like words. I shoved my face into her dark mane, trying to focus on the smell of her and not how disgusted I was with myself. "Shhh," Prue soothed. "It's alright. It was my fault. You have no reason to be sorry."

'Yes, I do,' I thought angrily. My voice was trapped somewhere in my throat, and I couldn't release it. I could feel her belly rub against mine, which was comforting. After a moment, I pulled away, knowing that I looked like a complete mess. "Sorry," I repeated for the millionth time in my life.

As if Prue knew what I was thinking, she stroked my cheek with her hand and replied, "You apologize too much."

Smiling gently, I laughed a little, then sniffled. "I wish I wasn't like this: so confusing and frustrating to you. So weak."

"Hey," Prue said soothingly. "You are not confusing or frustrating. And you are, most definitely, not weak." Her hands moved to my waist, and I could feel her thumbs circling over the curving of my stomach. I stifled a gasp - a pleasant gasp.

"That's what you think," I said quietly, trying to hold back another moan as she massaged the surface of me continuously.

Prue smirked. "And what I think is always right," she shined.

I closed my eyes, letting her think she'd won, and let my smile fully emerge across my lips. "I love you, Prue," I whispered, pecking her softly on her lips.

She kissed me back passionately, feeling the moans from my mouth flow into hers. "I love you, too, Delilah," she whispered back when she pulled away.

I fell back into her arms, placing my face onto her shoulder. Maybe Prue would never have to know. Maybe I'd lose the baby. Maybe she'd accept the child, and we'd teach it to be good over evil. Maybe I'd be able to live happily ever after after all.

"Dear Delilah, time to give up," the voice inside my head whispered.

"Your life is nothing close to a fairytale."

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