Sweet Seduction

I thought my chest was going to bust open from the thudding of my heart. Prue was staring at me with an expression I couldn't quite explain. She looked confused, shocked, angry, and hurt all in one. My lip quivered. "Prue?" I asked timidly, barely speaking in a whisper.

She remained silent, her beautiful eyes locked with mine. Her lips didn't part to speak; her eyes didn't budge an inch. She just stood there, motionlessly, like she wasn't even breathing. Like a statue.

'She's deciding on whether or not to vanquish me, I know,' I thought painfully. 'She should. Just end my misery.' The pounding from my heart seemed to rise into my head, causing it to pulsate violently, and I closed my eyes tightly. Vanquish me, Prue.

Prue made a gasping noise, like she'd seen a ghost. "What the hell," she breathed, holding her chest in her hands.

I opened my eyes abruptly. "You... you heard that?" I mumbled stupidly.

Nodding slowly, she replied, "You're... what, telepathic?"

"I guess you could call it that. I can't believe I did that. I mean, I've done it once to some demon, but I thought it was just something that happened, that I couldn't control. But obviously," I continued to ramble on, "it's a power that I have. Must be kind of like my mother's, since she had the enhanced senses, and my father's, his manipulation powers, and those combined makes me able to put my thoughts into someone else's mind." I exhaled and glanced away. "Huh."

My eyes darted back to Prue, who was rubbing the side of her head, like she was trying to make sense of my ramble. "You didn't even know you could do it, though? It just happened?" she asked, removing her hand.

"I've never really had anyone to practice on. The demons just come in and do what they like - Father won't allow me to displease them or else..." I bit my lip, and Prue understood, so she nodded. "But the Seer--"

"The Seer?" Prue interrupted.

"Y-yes, the Seer... You don't know of her?"

Prue shook her head.

"Well she's one of the "higher" demons down there. My father's primary advisor. She has the ability to see the future - that's why my father uses her, mainly." Prue's expression stayed the same. "She visits me every day. She tries to be kind, but I know she doesn't really care for me. She's just doing her job."

"I'll have to look her up later," Prue murmured. "You've used your powers on her?"

I nodded. "I think I did the same thing I did to you to her, though she didn't exactly say. She just looked at me oddly and then left." I rubbed my temples and tried to remember what it may have been but it was useless.

"Do you have any other powers? That you know of, of course."

"That I know of? Um... only one is popping into my head. Not only am I able to put my thoughts into other peoples' minds, but, after much time on my own and practice, I'm also able to put my memories into someone else. Though I've never tested on anyone, I'm fairly sure that it should work," I said confidently.

"I should tell Piper this." She saw my proud look turn into concern and shame. Her hand embraced mine gently. "She'll be understanding, don't worry."

Hesitantly, I replied, "Okay."

Prue let go of my shaky hand and left the room. I rose from the floor, crawled onto the bed, pulled my knees up to my chest, and rocked lightly backward and forward, slowly calming myself.

After minutes later, the two Charmed Ones came walking through the door. Prue shut the door as she came last. Piper stood near the bed, a comforting smile gracing her lips - Prue told her. Prue joined me on the bed, her face blank but soft. "I'm sorry, Delilah," Piper said, her smile slightly changing into a disappointed frown. "You know you could've told us from the beginning."

"I thought you would've vanquished me," I whispered into my arms loud enough that I thought only I could hear, but Prue gave me a caring look.

"Delilah, we wouldn't vanquish you. We won't. None of this - any of the horrible pieces of your life - is your fault. It's The Source's, and we'll make sure he pays, okay?" She looked like she was telling the truth. Finally, someone who wasn't lying to me. I smiled gratefully.

Piper shuffled her feet, as though she wanted to ask something but was nervous. I rolled my eyes. "Piper, you can ask me anything," I said.

"Well..." she began, glancing to Prue quickly then back to me, "You said all these demons have..." I nodded understandingly. "Have you ever gotten... pregnant?" She said the last word like it was a curse word - her lips curling worriedly, her eyes rotating between Prue and me.

"Demons don't wear condoms," I said with a laugh, though neither of the sisters changed their features. "Once," I said. Both of the sisters looked at each other, both very surprised at my response. "The Seer-- Prue told you about her, right?" I asked Piper. She nodded quickly. "Okay, well, the Seer used to visit me everyday, and she would give me this drink that would prevent pregnancies. One day, many years ago, I had forgotten to take the drink, and a demon came into my room that night.

A few weeks later, somehow, my father realized that I was developing a child within me. I didn't even feel nauseous or notice my period hadn't come. And he--" The pain hit me hard in the stomach as I remembered what he did. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "but it--"

"Show me," the eldest sister told me.

I shook my head sadly. "No, Prue, it's horrible." Glancing at Piper, I saw that she looked like she disapproved of what Prue was ordering.

"I want to know your pain," the dark-haired woman replied.

I glimpsed again at Piper, whom held the same face. Sighing regretfully, I repositioned myself so that I was sitting directly across from Prue, and I held out my hands. "Place your hands over mine," I said. Prue did as she was told, her face saying that she was ready for anything. Gulping quickly, I told her to close her eyes and keep them closed. She shut them lightly, and I joined her. The memory was flooding into my brain, the pain not far behind. Suddenly, my hands shook as a moving wave went soaring through my stomach and chest, to my shoulders and through my arms and hands into Prue's. The memory filled my mind, along with Prue's.

I was 16. The Seer had just delivered my daily tonic, and I had downed it as quickly as possible. The green liquid tasted of sugary, soapy bathtub water and left quite the aftertaste. My dirty journal was placed on my bed, filled with sketches of the demons who'd had their way with me for the past few years and long entries about what happened to me during their stay.

Zero, my loving cat, had been sleeping under my bed, curled into a tight ball. I, who was lying lazily at the edge of my large bed, attempted to tickle him behind his ears without falling onto the floor.

The door suddently burst open and a robed figure came inside. With a wave of his hand, a guard had yanked the door closed, leaving the figure inside my room. Within seconds, Zero had ran out from under the bed and vanished into a different section of the area. Rolling off my bed, I sighed. "What?"

The figure advanced toward me slowly. "You forgot to take your potion," he said.

I gave him an odd look. "What do you mean? I drank it minutes ago."

"Not today," he continued, "Weeks ago."

I bit my lips together and pondered. "Maybe I did, but that doesn't mean--"

"Yes, it does," he rudely interrupted, his voice growing louder.

My hand jumped to my gaping mouth while the other latched onto my flat stomach. "No..." I whispered. My body turned to the mirror on the other side of the room, and I walked toward it. There was not a child inside of me... was there? I wasn't sure what to feel; I was scared, frightened, deathly afraid of the thing growing in my stomach, but at the same time I was happy. Ever so happy that I'd be able to mother the tiny human, and care for it better than my mother would've ever tried to care for me, if she had wanted to. The smallest smile of satisfaction graced my lips as my hand lingered over my abdomen.

I turned to him, the smile still visible. "I'm glad," I said happily.

"I'm not." His voice was intense and chilling. He came closer toward me, his long robe gliding across the floor. "You won't be having it," he told me in the same tone.

Protectively, I wrapped my arms around my midsection and backed into the clay wall. "No, please, Father, don't!" I cried helplessly.

A pale grey, bony hand darted out of the blackness covering his body and clutched my hands harshly together and forced them upward, pinning me to the wall. "No demon's seed will fill you and produce an heir," he whispered menacingly. "No one!" he yelled, and his other hand forced into my stomach roughly, grabbing and swiping within me. My screams filled the room, along with his quiet grunts, and the sickening cracks and crunches of his hand destroying my baby. Curtly, he removed both of his hands; the one that was inside me now was covered with innocent blood and a small, pink form was held inactively in his palm. Trembling uncontrollably, I collapsed onto the floor, my fingers lingering over my bleeding, childless stomach.

A shuddering gasp came from me when I pulled my hands away, and the memory faded. Prue, however, was screaming and shaking violently. Piper, whose face was covered in shock and anxiousness, glanced at her sister then to me, awaiting an explanation. "What happened?" she worriedly asked me while grasping Prue's convulsing hands.

I opened my mouth to explain but Prue answered for me in a shaken, hoarse voice, "He ripped out the baby... literally." She swallowed hard and fought to regain her composure but it really hit her. Her eyes couldn't even look at me, only Piper's hands.

"Prue, I didn't want to show you," I whispered sadly, "I really wish I hadn't."

"No, it's--" she began but couldn't finish. Her gaze finally landed on my contrite face. "I can't imagine what else you've been through," she said softly.

"Hell. Literally," I answered with a grim laugh.

Both of the sisters remained frozen, both of them staring at me with distressed faces. Piper broke the tension and turned to Prue, sighing heavily, before asking, "Are you okay?"

Prue nodded discouragingly, causing Piper to give her a look of concern. "Piper, I'm okay. Could you leave Delilah and me alone for a while, please?" - Piper opened her mouth to retaliate but Prue spoke before the middle sister could - "I promise, we'll be good. And I promise I'm fine."

Sighing again, Piper reluctantly turned to leave. "No more memory-sharing, okay?" she told Prue and me. Prue rolled her eyes while I gave her a reassuring smile. She closed the door silently, giving us a fake glare before shutting it.

As soon as the door was completely sealed and Piper's footsteps were down the stairs, I tried to apologize to Prue. "Prue, I--"

"Shhh," she shushed me, placing her index finger to my lips. The taste of her skin made my stomach flip wildly. My eyes were rolling back. Unexpectedly, my lips pushed together and kissed her finger lightly. I opened my eyes, and I was expecting to see her turn away or gawk at me in disgust, but she didn't. Her finger remained in place, and she looked nowhere near disgusted. A small smile graced her lips.

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