Friday Night, 44 Blueberry Hill
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sleepswthdemonsPhoebe came in from work and went right for the shower and then for bed.
The dream started out enjoyable enough. She lay bed in bed with Cole; he moved against her, his hands drifting over her chest, sliding lower to her hips. The familiar fire coursed through her body like it always did when her soul mate was touching her. She moaned softly as his teeth scraped against her neck and then the hollow of her throat. His hands moved under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. She writhed in her sleep as his hands and mouth traveled over her body. Her back arched as she pressed herself against him, whimpering softly. Her breath came in short gasps as her need for him became more frantic.He lifted her up enough to tear her shirt off of her, and then slammed her back down onto the bed, pinning her there with his body. She whimpered when she felt him jerk her arms above her head and hold them there.
"Cole," she sighed, arching her body against his. "Cole."
That's when she felt the hand come around her throat and start squeezing.
"Cole?" she questioned in confusion. The confusion turned to fear when the hand around her throat cut off her voice.
"'Fraid not, my love."
Phoebe's eyes flew open at the strange voice and she tried to scream.
...she wasn't in her room any longer. It was the damn dream scape again, the place of her nightmares. Cole wasn't there, just the shadowy figure that had been haunting her for the last few weeks. She tried to stay calm. She was strong. She was a witch, a Charmed One. She wasn't prey. There were people who would come look for her if she didn't show up. If something happened to her, Cole would know. He'd seek her out and feel that something was wrong. Anders would know. He would tell Cole that she had never come out of the bedroom and he had promised her that he wouldn't let her be taken from them. If she didn't show up to teach classes, the students would alert someone -- Sam. Sam would tell Dean and they would come looking for her. Piper! Piper knew she had been attacked and under stress, but she hadn't told her about the nightmares. She hadn't wanted to worry her sister. If she disappeared completely? Aziraphale. She had no doubt that Aziraphale would help Cole no matter where she had been taken if she wasn't on the earthly plane any longer. Her husband and her sib would find her --- or have someone find her. No matter what, she wouldn't be allowed to just disappear without a trace. She could ride this out until someone knew she was gone. They wouldn't let her just be gone. No one in Milieux would let that happen.
No one who cared about her would let her be lost forever.
"That's not how this works, my love," that voice came again. "You're asleep and you won't wake up unless I allow you to. So, even if someone does remember to come look for you -- and they won't, you're a forgotten -- all they will find is a comatose witch whom they cannot wake up -- face it. I'm in complete control of what happens to you. You'll stay like this until I'm ready for you."
Phoebe glared in the direction of the voice. "You do not know whom you are messing with," she warned him as she pushed against what was holding her down. "I'm not forgotten." She felt anger start rising in her. "You are fucking with the wrong witch, my friend. My family and my friends will not stop until they find me... "
There was a soft laugh.
"I know exactly who you are and I have always know who you are. No one can hear you scream here, Phoebe." The voice became an eerie sing-song. "You'd better hope and pray that you make it safe back to your own world. You'd better hope and pray that you wake one day in your own world. 'Cuz when you sleep at night, they don't hear your cries in your own world. Only time will tell, if you can break the spell back in your own world."
The laugh came again. "Scream all you want, Phoebe. Cry all you want. No one will come to your rescue. Not even your precious Cole will hear you. You'll never see them again. You're staying here and they will forget you even existed."
Phoebe woke with a sobbing scream.
She looked around and found herself in the confines of the master bedroom of their house. Trying to not go into hysterics, Phoebe stumbled from the bed and grabbed a blanket. She huddled in the corner as far as she could from the bed.
She was safe. She was safe.
[[OOC: Some of the bad guy's words are written by Shakespear's Sister]]
The dream started out enjoyable enough. She lay bed in bed with Cole; he moved against her, his hands drifting over her chest, sliding lower to her hips. The familiar fire coursed through her body like it always did when her soul mate was touching her. She moaned softly as his teeth scraped against her neck and then the hollow of her throat. His hands moved under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. She writhed in her sleep as his hands and mouth traveled over her body. Her back arched as she pressed herself against him, whimpering softly. Her breath came in short gasps as her need for him became more frantic.He lifted her up enough to tear her shirt off of her, and then slammed her back down onto the bed, pinning her there with his body. She whimpered when she felt him jerk her arms above her head and hold them there.
"Cole," she sighed, arching her body against his. "Cole."
That's when she felt the hand come around her throat and start squeezing.
"Cole?" she questioned in confusion. The confusion turned to fear when the hand around her throat cut off her voice.
"'Fraid not, my love."
Phoebe's eyes flew open at the strange voice and she tried to scream.
...she wasn't in her room any longer. It was the damn dream scape again, the place of her nightmares. Cole wasn't there, just the shadowy figure that had been haunting her for the last few weeks. She tried to stay calm. She was strong. She was a witch, a Charmed One. She wasn't prey. There were people who would come look for her if she didn't show up. If something happened to her, Cole would know. He'd seek her out and feel that something was wrong. Anders would know. He would tell Cole that she had never come out of the bedroom and he had promised her that he wouldn't let her be taken from them. If she didn't show up to teach classes, the students would alert someone -- Sam. Sam would tell Dean and they would come looking for her. Piper! Piper knew she had been attacked and under stress, but she hadn't told her about the nightmares. She hadn't wanted to worry her sister. If she disappeared completely? Aziraphale. She had no doubt that Aziraphale would help Cole no matter where she had been taken if she wasn't on the earthly plane any longer. Her husband and her sib would find her --- or have someone find her. No matter what, she wouldn't be allowed to just disappear without a trace. She could ride this out until someone knew she was gone. They wouldn't let her just be gone. No one in Milieux would let that happen.
No one who cared about her would let her be lost forever.
"That's not how this works, my love," that voice came again. "You're asleep and you won't wake up unless I allow you to. So, even if someone does remember to come look for you -- and they won't, you're a forgotten -- all they will find is a comatose witch whom they cannot wake up -- face it. I'm in complete control of what happens to you. You'll stay like this until I'm ready for you."
Phoebe glared in the direction of the voice. "You do not know whom you are messing with," she warned him as she pushed against what was holding her down. "I'm not forgotten." She felt anger start rising in her. "You are fucking with the wrong witch, my friend. My family and my friends will not stop until they find me... "
There was a soft laugh.
"I know exactly who you are and I have always know who you are. No one can hear you scream here, Phoebe." The voice became an eerie sing-song. "You'd better hope and pray that you make it safe back to your own world. You'd better hope and pray that you wake one day in your own world. 'Cuz when you sleep at night, they don't hear your cries in your own world. Only time will tell, if you can break the spell back in your own world."
The laugh came again. "Scream all you want, Phoebe. Cry all you want. No one will come to your rescue. Not even your precious Cole will hear you. You'll never see them again. You're staying here and they will forget you even existed."
Phoebe woke with a sobbing scream.
She looked around and found herself in the confines of the master bedroom of their house. Trying to not go into hysterics, Phoebe stumbled from the bed and grabbed a blanket. She huddled in the corner as far as she could from the bed.
She was safe. She was safe.
[[OOC: Some of the bad guy's words are written by Shakespear's Sister]]
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