Bitter Destruction

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An injured Cole and speechless Phoebe had shimmered out of the club moments after the demons attacked us in P3. Prue, with noticeable cautiousness, had helped me to my feet. "Let's get going, too, before their friends come looking for them," she said, referring to the demons.

We hurried up the stairs, leaving the basket and blankets behind, and entered the jeep as quickly as we could without getting drenched with precipitation. I shivered from the cold droplets that landed along my white flesh and I almost wished the flames from my hand would ignite again, only to give me warmth.

That surprised me, how I would think of such an idea. Using this new power for personal use. I didn't even want it, nor did I enjoy it. Did I?

'Cole knows,' I thought in the midst of my other thoughts. 'That's why he and Phoebe shimmered out of the club so fast. To tell Phoebe about where the powers came from... about the baby.'

My body shook heavily. My stomach churned violently. I needed to vomit.

'Once he tells Phoebe,' my mind continued to race, 'she'll tell Prue. Then Prue will--'

"NO!" I screamed.

I jerked forward as the car came to a sudden halt, my body nearly flying through the glass of the jeep. "Delilah, what is it?" Prue demanded, her hand cradling mine almost roughly.

"Prue..." I gasped, unable to look at her, but I clenched her hand in mine. "I need... to... get out... please."

"Okay, okay, we're almost to the manor," she assured. "I'll hurry, okay?"

My head shook, not in the pattern of up-and-down like a nod - nothing close to a nod, actually - but she knew that something was wrong, and wasn't going to object or question. Still holding my hand, she resumed her driving, though the car was flying down the street and we arrived at the Halliwell house within seconds.

Prue exited from her side of the jeep and helped me out of my side. "Wait, Prue," I mouthed and moved behind one of the bushes to throw up. Once I finished, I wiped my hand over my chapped lips and attempted to smile but couldn't. "Sorry, I had to--"

"Don't worry about it," Prue responded. "Thankfully, you didn't do that in Piper's jeep."

We walked inside. Phoebe was speaking quietly in the next room, but I couldn't hear Cole. Prue and I turned the corner to find Phoebe sitting on the couch with the Charmed Ones' infamous Book of Shadows that held information and spells for evil-doers spread along her lap, and Cole, holding a cloth over a painful-looking scorch mark upon his chest, stood behind the couch and looked over Phoebe's shoulder at the large book.

"How's it going?" Prue asked Phoebe.

Phoebe didn't look up as she spoke, "Fine, I guess. I'm not sure what I'm looking for."

Cole looked at me intently, as though he knew everything that was running through my head. He looked at me no longer like I was his friend, but like an enemy. Someone he wanted to study. To destroy them.

Prue and Phoebe had said a few other words that neither Cole nor I had paid attention to. When Prue opened her mouth again to speak, Cole interfered, "They were only bounty hunters! Nothing of importance."

Phoebe's eyes widened while Prue's eyelids drew closer in anger. "If they weren't of importance, why did you--"

"Phoebe, it doesn't matter," Cole raved. "Something is wrong here, terribly wrong." The entire time he spoke, he stared directly at me, his blue irises digging through me like knives.

"You're hiding something," he accused.

Stab. His words were agonizingly sharp and truthful.

My mouth quivering, I stammered, "Wh-what are you sa-saying, C-Cole?"

He stepped forward in a somewhat-threatening way, but Prue did as well, making him stop in his tracks. "There's no way you could've been able to do what you did at the club without some kind of... Damnit, I don't even know what could've happened!" Cole roared in frustration.

The two Halliwell sisters looked between Cole and me, worried about what was occuring. My heart was bouncing rapidly in fright.

The half-demon raked his free hand through his dark hair, his facial features suddenly calmer-looking. "Look," he furthered on, "When you were born, The Source removed the powers that you had that were from him - all the 'evil' powers, like fireballs, energyballs, shape-shifting, manipulation--"

"She has something like manipulation, though," Prue objected. "Her telepathy power can be labeled as manipulation."

"But that was from the witch!"

I stepped forward, my fist clenched and ready to throw another flame, but Prue and Phoebe leapt to my side to stop me. "Don't call her that!" I yelled through a raspy voice. "She wasn't just a witch! She was my MOTHER!"

"Delilah, please, you have to calm down," Prue said, holding me close to her chest.

Phoebe had gone over to Cole's side, her expression like a deer in headlights.

Cole spoke softly, "Delilah, I didn't mean to say--"

"Yes, you did," I spat, my arm muscles spasming wildly. I looked away from his eyes to Prue's. Her eyes were afraid... of me. I swallowed as much air into my chest as possible, to calm myself so that I didn't hurt Prue. "I'm okay," I finally confirmed to Prue, gently shaking her away. Cole glanced at Prue, then me, wondering what to say next. "Finish!" I ordered him.

"What I was saying was that the mind-power that you possess is from your mother. She had the mother with enhanced senses, right? That's who she got it from, that's where you get it from. The mind-power may have bits and pieces of The Source's power as well, but it's mainly from the w-- Your mother."

"So how would you explain the fire-throwing?" Phoebe inquired before I snap back at Cole once more.

He sighed. "I don't know."

"Well, maybe the situation is like how ours was," Prue interjected. "You know, when Grams had our powers bound and, after she died, they came to us, after you did the incantation," she added to Phoebe. Then she dodged to Cole, "Does that make more sense?"

Cole looked as though he hadn't even thought her gesture through. "No, not really. I was there when The Source had removed her powers."

"You were there?" I asked. "When I was, what, a child?"

"It was almost immediately after birth, Delilah."

"So you knew what he had planned for me, then? What my job was when I was 'of age'?!" I thundered. "You knew that he would allow his-his-his demons to do!"

"Delilah, no--"

"Go to hell!" I ran from the room, up the stairs, ignored Prue's calls after me, and slammed the bedroom door behind me. My torso ached. My chest throbbed from my emotions racing through my veins, pulsating violently into my heart, pushing it further and further into my ribcage. A similar stabbing-feeling formed at my stomach, like the tip of an athame was poking my insides.

Hot tears formed at my eyes. It wasn't so much because of the physical pain - I'd be able to stand that. The emotional agony was what was torturing me. I couldn't believe that Cole had known from the beginning what was in store for the future of The Source's daughter. Why would he let something like that happen?

I hated him. I hated him.

The waterfall began down my face when I laid myself down on Prue's bed. Everything hurt. I wanted to disappear so desperately. I wished I hadn't gone to the manor in the first place when I was assigned. I wished I hadn't discovered what Belthazor had been up to while he was on his assignment, how he had fallen in love with a Charmed One, and he no longer needed me. I wished I hadn't caused Prue pain when I had to lie about my past and present. I wished I hadn't trusted Jarrod with my thoughts, my secrets, my lies, my life. I wished that my mother wouldn't have to watch me from above and realize how weak I'd turned out to be.

Everything hurt.

The door creaked open. I turned myself over instantly when the noise was heard, not eager to speak to anyone.

"Delilah." Her sweet, delicate voice flew into my ear like a lullaby, a smooth wave. My body suddenly stopped racking with sobs. I sniffled and continued to cry, unable to talk back.

I felt the other side of the bed weigh down. Her body pressed against mine. One of her hands pushed away strands of my raven hair, uncovering the flesh of my neck. She kissed along the top of my spine, gentle pecks as if to mend foreign scars. Her breasts pushed against my back, her hand rested over my belly, her breath whispering into my ear. Everything she did seemed to calm me down almost instantly.

Slowly, I turned myself over to face Prue. She didn't smile. The hand that she'd put over my stomach seconds ago was now cupping my cheek, her thumb wiping away tears.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, closing my eyes to let more tears fall.

"You know by now that you shouldn't be sorry," Prue scolded gently, her mouth now replacing her thumb. Her lips caught the tears among my cheek, letting them absorb into her mouth.

My eyes cautiously opened and gazed deep into the loving green irises. I leaned my body into hers and captured those beautiful lips with my own. When we kissed, the aching inside my chest ceased. My heart was no longer pounding for the same reasons as before. There was nothing inside me: no moving, breathing human being. It was Prue and me. Only us.

Prue moved us so that she was above me, her dark hair falling onto my blouse as she kissed me with more passion. "Prue..." I moaned softly.

The witch pulled away, biting her lips. "Sorry, Delilah. I shouldn't do this now..."

"No, it's okay," I said, kissing her lips again. After I pulled away, my fingers roamed to the buttons of my shirt and began to undo them. 'Everything's fine,' I silently kept reassuring myself. 'There's nothing to freak out about. Don't freak out and mess up everything again!'

Finally the buttons were all undone and Prue's face glowed even more. She tangled me up with another tender kiss while her hand rested the black bra that barely covered my breasts. Her hand gingerly squeezed the clothed mound, and the tiniest groan escaped my throat into her awaiting mouth.

Somehow my bra had become unclasped and that took me by surprise. Prue smirked when I broke away from the kiss. "My power," she murmured.

I nodded and slightly smiled. Even though I'd had sex with Prue before, this felt a lot like the first time, when I was embarrassed and ashamed. The scars were showing, bruises reformed around my sore breasts, my bulging stomach trembled. Heat rushed to my cheeks and I moved my hands over my upper body, wishing I could hide it entirely.

Prue felt my hands snake beneath her and caught my face turning away toward the wall. "Sweetie, are you nervous?" I shook my head from left to right, incapable of saying no. "Honey," she whispered, a frown plain in her voice. She knew I was lying. "We can stop, Delilah, if it's bothering you. I won't be upset at all," she confirmed.

'Think about Prue and her needs...' my memory continuously repeated.

"No," I said finally. "Don't stop. Please."

Her frown curved marginally upward. "You're sure?" she asked, her voice lulling me.

Smiling, I told her I was.

Prue kissed my lips once more before retreating down my jaw, past my neck, and to the place between my breasts. My breathing quickened; it was happening again.

'You're fine!' my thoughts screamed.

Her lips inched up the curving of my left breast, toward the soft pink nipple.

"What does Prue do that you enjoy so much, Delilah?"

My eyes widened in fear. His voice. Not Jarrod's. My father's. The Source. "Prue," I said, my voice a squeak.

Her mouth closed around a nub, suckling softly.

"Does she tease your nipples? Flick them? Squeeze them? Bite them?"

I squirmed underneath him as he spoke, his mouth now capturing my breast. "Stop, please," I pled, my breath turning into heavy pants.

"Whimper for me, Delilah."

"No..."

"Whimper."

"No!" I whimpered.

Prue said my name but his overpowered it. "You love it when she's... loving you, Delilah."

My stomach squirmed. I couldn't breathe. Air wasn't coming. I can't be coming. "No, no, stop!"

"Delilah..." he moaned.

"NO!" I screamed, leaping out from under him and off the bed.

"Our little boy is growing strong now..." he whispered lovingly.

I kept my blouse tightly closed around my chest, hiding the baby. "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it..." I mumbled through sobs, my body rocking violently. "I don't want it..."

"This is just the beginning, De--"

"Delilah?!" Prue cried.

He was gone. It was only Prue. Only Prue. She reached to touch me on my arm.

"No! Please..." I whispered, my stomach burning as I sobbed into my hands.