Bitter Destruction

I was a bit speedier this time, eh? Good?! :) This chapter was interesting to do, and I hope you enjoy it. You'll finally get to meet, DUN DUN DUN, Lily. :o Wonder how that'll go, hmm? Haha, you'll find out!

Once again, my lovely reviewers:

Prince of Madness - I'm not gonna say anything about how this story will end up. :D It does have to do with The Seer, yes, and magical things, but don't jump to conclusions! ;p Thank you for the review!

Denver - Thank you, sir. :) I'm glad to be forgiven AGAIN. Yeah, that's understandable, too. Delilah looks gorgeous whenever you think about her, right?! ;) Thanks, Denver.

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Piper held onto my shoulder with one hand and my forearm with her other as she guided me into the kitchen. Her hands fell once we were near the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for me to sit on. "Oh, thank you," I mumbled and sat, the shock of Prue's words of summoning my mother still present.

The middle sister left my side and went to the refrigerator to take out a carton of eggs. She lifted the lid and saw that it was nearly empty. Her eyes glanced up at me. "No one's been to the store?"

My cheeks flushed over. "I'm sorry..."

A small smile crossed her lips. "Oh, no, Delilah, it's not your fault. I understand that you're hungry; you are feeding two now. But I'm more disappointed in my sisters for not taking better care of this," she complained, placing the egg tray on the counter and taking a pan out of a cupboard. "I'll have to go to the market today," she murmured, rolling her eyes and placing a chunk of butter onto the pan. "Anyway," she said, louder now, "how are you feeling?"

Laughing softly, I replied, "Overwhelmed." My face squished together as I felt something tug at my heart. "I don't think I can do this, Piper," I confessed, my eyes beginning to sting.

She washed her hands at the sink after she'd cracked the last egg. "Are you afraid?" she asked, her face concerned.

"Not always..." I said quietly. "Not when it's peaceful and nonviolent. Then I feel..."

"Motherly?" Piper offered.

I shrugged. "I'm not even really sure what that means." 'Motherly. Mother,' I thought. "When you summon the dead," I began, my voice small, "does he or she look... dead?"

"No, they, uh... usually have a glow around them," Piper said, putting the eggs onto the plate and carrying it over to the place mat in front of me. When it hit me, the smell turned my stomach, but it looked delicious. I grabbed the fork on the plate, cut a piece, and took it into my mouth. Piper was amazing in the kitchen, even with small, simple meals. "But they look relatively similar, I suppose," she continued, sitting in the chair beside me. "Grams looks the same as she did when she passed away. From what I remember, Mom does, too."

Swallowing the rest of the first egg, I nodded. I wondered what Lily looked like. Since she was my mother, would she look like me? I definitely didn't see the resemblance between my father and me; although, he was horribly scarred and deformed from my grandmother's attack on him. But, if I could've seen him with his true facial features, would I look like him more over my mother?

"Nervous?" Piper asked, tilting her head at an angle.

"Nervous is a bit of an understatement," I replied, then completed the second egg.

Through my peripheral vision, I saw Piper nod her head sympathetically. "Delilah, I wanted to ask you this out there, but Prue interrupted. And, with everyone in the room, I wasn't sure if you'd feel comfortable responding." My face turned a slight pink as the anxiousness grew inside of me. "What do you want to do about the baby?" she asked gently.

I couldn't help but laugh a little. Consider my own feelings? This whole time I'd considered either the baby's or my new family's. Mine? Not really. "I don't think my opinion really counts much, does it?" I replied quietly.

The middle sister's eyebrows drew together. "Of course it does. Yours matters the most. Do you want to keep the baby? Do you want to get rid of it?"

"I..." Words wouldn't escape. I'd been contemplating this the entire time. Of course I wanted to have it. I wanted to give birth to the beautiful child inside of me, to watch him or her grow into a wonderful person, to know that it can grow up with a family. It can grow up with a loving family, with a loving mother.

But I didn't want to risk giving birth to it knowing that it would be taken advantage of by demons; it would be forced to join the side of evil. I'd rather remove the child myself... rather than put it through all the pain that I had to endure or anything remotely close to that.

"Delilah?"

Piper and I turned toward the doorway, our eyes locking on green ones. "We're set up," Prue confirmed. "We just need you, Piper, to help us recite the spell and call for Lily." Piper stood from the table and walked out of the kitchen, giving me a commiserative smile before going out into the hall.

I stood up, too, but too quickly. Immediately, I fell back down into my seat, grabbing my head subconsciously. Just as fast, Prue was kneeling at my side. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her hand stroking the side of my face.

Inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly, I nodded. "Just stood up too fast, I guess." Something pushed against the bottom of my throat, urging me to throw up. My opposite hand clutched where the rising bile was. Holding it down the best that I could, the mixture eventually slid back down my esophagus. I groaned, closing my eyes tightly.

"Sweetie?" Prue asked, her voice concerned. "Bathroom?"

"No, no, I'm fine," I told her, my eyes opening slowly.

"Are you ready?" I bit down on my lip, my thoughts racing again. What she looked like, what she sounded like, what she would say, what she would do when she first saw me. "Delilah, my sisters and I can just ask her questions up in the attic," Prue offered, noticing my uneasiness. "You can stay down he--"

"No," I said. "I want to see her. I want to meet her."

The Charmed One held out her hand as she stood, and I grasped it in mine. She led me out of the kitchen and up the stairs into the hallway where we went up another flight of stairs into the attic. It had been my first time in the Charmed Ones' attic. The room was very open in the center, but cluttered with objects around the perimeter. The Charmed Ones' infamous Book of Shadows was placed on a podium, open to, probably, the page with the summoning spell. There was a gap between the podium and a sheet-covered table with candles and other inanimate objects. Piper and Phoebe sat beside each other at the small table, both of them cross-legged. Cole was present in the room, standing many feet behind the table, looking very serious and skeptical. Leo, however, wasn't present, which surprised me. I thought he'd want to hear this.

"Delilah, you can stand over here, if you want," Prue said, leading me over by the table. She kneeled onto the floor alongside her sisters, and they began to say the spell in unison. My stomach felt like it was going to fall out of me onto the floor; my ribcage was tightening against my lungs and my heart. The baby moved inside of me, a gentle nudge. The sisters repeated the spell twice, I thought, before a form appeared in front of the table, wrapped in bright white orbs.

Once the sparkling lights faded, I saw her. Her hair was golden, long and thick, layered over her slim shoulders. She had light-colored eyes and very fair skin, like me. What surprised me most, though, was that her body was so small and fragile, it seemed, because she'd died when she was only thirteen years old, I assumed. Yet I could tell she was no longer innocent like she should've been; alternatively, she had a look similar to Cole's: skeptical. Critical, even. It was like she'd been deceived before, and she wasn't going to let it happen again.

"Are you Lily?" Prue asked the girl, attempting to sound as cautious as possible.

"Yes... Who are you?" Lily asked, and her voice left me breathless. Somehow, some way, I knew that I'd heard her voice some time before. "Why did you summon me here?"

Prue looked at me before turning back to the visitor to respond, "I'm Prue Halliwell, and those two are my sisters, Phoebe and Piper. We're the Charmed Ones."

The girl's look hadn't changed. She peered at the three witches, and I could see the questions forming inside her head. Next, she lifted her head to see Cole in the back, and then she turned to me. I flinched slightly when her eyes fell upon me. Her stare made me feel absolutely naked; she could see everything. "Who are they?" she asked, most likely to Prue, but her head was facing in my direction.

Prue got to her feet as she began to inform Lily. "That's Cole," she said, and Phoebe and Piper pointed backward. Lily's eyes didn't move. "And this..." Prue paused. She stood right beside me, our bodies touching, in case I were to faint or something. Prue's hand rested gently on my arm, a comforting hold. "This is Delilah."

The girl's body was stiff. I fought to speak for myself. "I'm your daughter," I managed in a weak voice.

For a long time, Lily just stared, each second feeling like hours passing by. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cole advance a few steps. Suddenly, Lily's eyes drew closer together in anger. "Send me back," she ordered, her voice shaken. "Now."

"No," Cole said, his voice louder than hers. He was right behind Piper and Phoebe, completely straight and guard-like. "We need you to tell us information."

"Why?!" she snapped at him, her eyes, thankfully, darting to him instead of locking on me.

"Because you're the only one that can help us," Phoebe retaliated, her voice a lot calmer than Cole's or my mother's.

"I don't want to help her!" Lily screamed. I jumped out of my skin, tears flooding across my eyelids. My hands clutched the bottom of my shirt. Prue... I wept to her silently.

"You have to!" Prue shouted back. "If you don't, she could die."

Lily's eyes pulled together again. "Help you with what?" Each word escaping through her compressed teeth sounded like a growl.

"We need to know what happened when you were pregnant with Delilah," said Piper.

The girl shook her head and laughed sourly. "What do you need to know?" she inquired grimly. "The long, painful nights of agony; the rude remarks of Him--"

"'Him'? The Source?"

Lily darted to Prue. "The Source?"

"'Him' is who impregnated you?" the Charmed One asked. Lily was still before nodding briefly. "His name is The Source."

"I never knew he had a name. He was always hidden under his cloak whenever I'd seen him throughout my childhood. The first time I'd seen his face was when he raped me."

"On your thirteenth birthday," I whispered, the tears finally fading away.

"Yes," she replied, her voice thick with bitterness. "Every morning that woman in the red outfit--"

"The Seer," Cole interrupted.

"Sure!" Lily snapped. "She would give me a drink - I'd always considered it a poison."

This confused me. I'd taken a tonic, too, every morning when I was in the Underworld, but the tonic was to prevent the demons from inseminating me. What would the tonic Lily was receiving do? "What did it do?" I asked softly.

"Strengthened you, probably," she spat. "You would scratch and scrape the inside of my womb, and the pain was so unbearable! I would scream and scream, but no one would ever come. Every night it would get worse and worse. Sometimes I even tasted blood or thought I was menstruating, but, no, it was only you tearing me up on the inside!" Fire was blazing within her irises; her fury was frightening.

"When you started getting contractions," Prue said loudly, "what happened?"

Her head shook wildly, golden hair flying like wind. Her fists clenched together. "Some things I can't remember because the fetus had taken over. Completely! She had total control over my body! I remember that the pain was excruciating. Like ten thousand knives driving into you, but you just won't die; you have to feel everything!" she seethed. "I could feel something race through my veins, and I felt so much power. But the pain was too great that I couldn't use the power to kill Him or the woman. I remember falling to the ground and screaming, and the floor shook underneath me.

"Then I rolled over in absolute agony. The woman was between my legs, and I just wanted it out. I wanted it out, and I wanted all of the pain to go away. But it didn't go away! It never went away!" she cried, her knuckles white. Prue's skin quivered along mine. "Through the stabbing pain, somehow I heard the woman gasp and a small cry from the..." Her voice trailed off; her hands uncurled. "I asked for help. I asked her for help. I saw a dark form standing next to the red woman, but my eyes were so cluttered with tears and everything was going black. It hurt so much... I heard Him ask, 'What's her name?' And, with all my might, I..." She paused, letting her head fall, her hair curtaining her face. Then she lifted it back up and stared at me. "I breathed the name Delilah, the weak woman that betrayed her lover in the story that my mother told me; just like how the fetus had betrayed me," she said, hatred coating her voice. "Then it was dark. It was over."

My head shook sideways feverishly. "No, no... I didn't... I didn't mean to..." I breathed, a sob escaping my throat. "I... I thought he did it... no, not me... I'm sorry..."

She turned away from me. "Why did I have to tell you this?" Lily asked the witches. "What was the reason that this information was so important to you?"

"The Source impregnated another woman," Prue answered. Lily cocked her head, drawing her eyes together again in curiosity.

"He... raped me," I told her as I sobbed. I let myself free of Prue's hand and walked toward my mother, lifting up my shirt. "He... did this to... me," I cried softly. She looked at me without any sympathy; only the same resentment that she'd had the entire time she was there. "He did this to me!" I yelled, my voice breaking. She was frozen in place. "Mommy... please... I'm so sorry..." I reached out to touch her, but she wasn't there. She was only air. "I don't know what to do. Mother, please..." I begged, falling onto the floor. "It hurts..."

"Let me leave, now," she said unemotionally.

"No! No!" I cried. "Lily, please, don't--"

"Let me go!" she roared to the sisters.

"No... no..." I whimpered, cradling myself on the floor. The sound of orbs filled my ears, and I knew she was gone. "Mother... please... don't leave me again... I'm sorry!" It was hopeless.

"Delilah," Prue whispered next to me, her hand stroking my hair.

"Prue," I sobbed into the wooden floor. "I didn't mean to. I-I didn't mean to kill her..." My eyes felt as heavy as my heart as I closed them, and I felt myself fall into unconsciousness.

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The story that Lily mentioned earlier, about the origin of Delilah's name, if you didn't already know, comes from the Bible story about Samson and Delilah. As funny as it may seem, or ironic, I hadn't intentionally named Delilah for the meaning or origin, even though it fits the story rather well! I just liked the name, haha.

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PS - I made another story, if you haven't already checked it out. It's called "Heartbreak Pity" and it's about Prue/Piper. Some hot, lusty, incestuous stuff, so I'd recommend reading it if you like that. ;) Some reviews/rates would be nice for that one, too!

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