:: Heather's Thoughts ::

~ So this is the price I have to pay to climb the ladder, eh? Go through a psycho bitch who enjoys the taste of blood so much, she feels she has to bust me open so she can lick it off? I hope you enjoyed it Gwenivere, because it won't be happening again. I let my guard down, which was no one's mistake but my own. I let my confidence get the best of me, and it got me no where. Now I sit with stitches in my head, and the threat of you "destroying" me looming over my head. There's something you should know about me, Gwenny my dear. I'm not going to be brought down so easily. I only just got here, I have quite enough time ahead of me to get even with you. As it were, my chance is going to come sooner rather than later. I can stand a loss on regular TV. But for this to be my first Pay-Per View match in this company and to face their elite female? I guess fate does have a way of working in my favor sometimes. I'll be ready for you this time, Gwen. At Glorifying Lust, I swear to you Gwenivere Jordan: This battle you will not win. From here on out, this is war. ~

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** Heather is sitting in her huge Texas home, watching the tape of her vs. Gwenivere Jordan. Her face is expressionless, the moving figures on the screen reflecting in her turquoise eyes. She has a finger over her lips, the other holding a cigarette. The room is dark, and there's no sound except for the shouts of the fans and the commentary. Her face doesn't change as Gwenivere begins beating her down with the bat. She leans forward towards the screen slightly, taking a slow, long drag from her cigarette. She watches with no emotion as Gwenivere picks up the tainted win, and Heather is left in the ring, bloodied and beaten. **
** Sighing out the smoke, Heather picks up the remote to fast-forward her tape. At this particular moment, Heather's sister, Holly, walks into the dark room. She is about to say something, but she stops when she sees Heather. She looks over at the screen, where Heather has just pushed play again. Gwenivere is stabbing Heather in the back of the neck now. For the first time, a look of anger crosses Heather's face, but it's such a momentary thing, Holly thought she didn't see it. Heather listens with obsessive interest at what Gwenivere had to say. **

Gwenivere Jordan
Just who do you think you are...? Coming into my domain with your little tricks, trying to climb the ladder? Sin Wrestling is MY home. Glorifying Lust will be MY event. And no little, bratty, painted-up, piece of shit whore is going to take either from me.

** Gwenivere then proceeds to bust Heather's head open by ramming it into the table several times. Heather watches the scene unfold before picking up the remote and rewinding the tape. Holly cries out in frustration and takes the remote from Heather. Heather looks up, startled, as if coming out of a trance. Holly pushes the stop button and turns the TV off. She sits on the coffee table in front of her sister and grabs her shoulders. Shaking Heather lightly, she tries to snap her sister out of her reverie. **

Holly Halliwell
You need to stop fretting so much about this, Heather! I've never seen you worry so much about a loss before.

Heather Halliwell
It's not the loss, Holly, it's the way I lost. She is supposed to be this big, bad, tough chick, the top in this fed... And that's how she resorts to beating Rookies? First demolishing them with a baseball bat, then stabbing them backstage and leaving them an unconcious bloody mess. Yeah, that's real dominate right there.

Holly Halliwell
Heather, you have been in this business long enough to know that it's not how you get to the top, its how you stay there. If that's what this girl feels she has to do to keep her spot at the top of the mountain, then she's going to do it. Maybe it's time to take a page out of her book.

** Heather doesn't respond right away. Instead, she stares moodily at the end of her cigarette. The smoke curls into the air, the smell of burning tobacco and paper hitting her nose. She never enjoyed the smell, but it was always soothing in times when she was stressed. She took another long drag, and watched the cherry light up and die down again. She narrows her eyes and picks up her lighter. Lighting it up, she stares into the flame, in seeming deep thought. Holly doesn't know what to make of this. She watches her sister closely, seeing the flickering flame dance in her sisters eyes. Heather drops the lighter and jumps out of her seat. She begins to pace, whispering to herself. Holly only stares in confusion. **

Heather Halliwell
Fight fire with fire... If it can't be extinguished, become one with it... Maybe there's a way.

Holly Halliwell
Heather... What are you talking about?

** Heather just shakes her head, and turns back to where the fallen lighter is. Putting down her cigarette, she concentrates hard, and holds out one of her hands. The lighter slowly rises into the air and floats on an invisible string over to wear Heather is standing. Heather continues to, almost lazily, make it gravitate. Before Holly can ask what she has in mind, Heather snaps her finger, and the lighter lights up. Holly stiffens up, now filled with anxiety and worry. This isn't the normal telekinises Heather usually uses. This was something deeper, something Heather hasn't used in a long time. **

Holly Halliwell
Heather... You can't honestly be thinking this...

** Heather continues to ignore her sister as she gazes intently into the flame. With a flick of her wrist, the flame grows bigger. Holly's eyes grow wide and now she is staring at Heather in complete worry. Heather has an almost sinister look on her pretty face, made even more contorted by the growing flame. Heather whispers an incantation to herself and points with her free hand. An invisible frost emanates from her fingers and engulfs the glowing flame. The glame turns into pure crystal and stays suspended in air at Heather's will. **

Holly Halliwell
Heather... I thought you were done with that stuff? Remember what happened last time you got heavy into Black Magick? It consumed you, turned you into someone you weren't... Someone evil.

Heather Halliwell
It wouldn't be like last time... I'd only use it just the once to help me even the score with Gwenivere...

Holly Halliwell
NO! Heather, use your own devices, beat the shit out of her with all the weapons you can find, anything! Just don't do this, it'll destroy you worse than Gwenivere could ever dream of doing.

Heather Halliwell
There might not be another way. And I can't risk turning back again, only to have the rough side of a bat meet it. I'm still sore from all these stitches as it is, I don't need to be brought to my knees at the mercy of some psychopathic chick who takes the whole goth thing too far.

** Ignoring her sisters pleas, Heather heads down the hall and into her room. Slamming the door and locking it to give Holly the hint, she walks over to her closet and opens the door. Light floods the moderately sized space. Heather taps a finger to her mouth again as she looks over the many boxes on the high shelf. Finally, she finds the one she is looking for, a black one, with silver and gold moons and stars drawn all over it. She pulls it off the shelf and walks over to her bed. She lights the candles in her room, one on each corner, and the light flickers and illuminates. Heather sits down indian style on her bed and opens the box, taking out each of the items out. **
** There are dried out roses of pink, red, white, and black. There is also a mix of unique herbs and spices used for potion making. Candles of all colors, some half used, some brand new. A silver dagger, the blade sharp and slightly curved. The handle is a dragon, with a ruby for the eye. She then pulls out a silver goblet decorated with pentacles and pentagrams. She tosses it aside with the rest of her items carelessly, and finally spots what she is looking for at the bottom of the box. She pulls out the old, thick paged notebook. She holds it close to her and replaces everything else into the box. Still holding the book close, she reaches over for the phone, and dials a number she knows so well. After 3 rings, the familar male voice picks up. **

Sean Graves
I was expecting your call, babe. Whats up?

Heather Halliwell
Nothing special. I was just watching my match with Gwenivere again. I can't believe I let myself get beaten down so badly.

Sean Graves
Yes, that was very non-Heather Halliwell like. What was on your mind?

Heather Halliwell
Just a bunch of shit. I mean, I was focuses... But obviously, I wasn't focuses enough. Do you know how long it has been since I lost a match, Sean? You remember my streak in XWF... This is driving me insane.

Sean Graves
Get your head back into the game, sweetie. If you let Gwenivere Jordan bother you too much, you'll lose it. Anyway, what about Nick Nitro?

Heather Halliwell
What about him? Sean, I'm not going into this again.

Sean Graves
No, I'm done trying to figure out what goes on in that pretty Southern head of yours. But didn't you say you two had some sort of "business" arrangement?

Heather Halliwell
Yes, but him coming out to save my ass during my match wasn't part of it.

Sean Graves
Yes, but that disaster backstage. Where was he then, I didn't see him jumping out to play hero then.

Heather Halliwell
And for a guy so deadset on protecting me, I didn't see you riding out to save me on a white horse, either.

Sean Graves
I didn't know what was happening at the time. So that's not a fair thing to say...

Heather Halliwell
Yeah, but we both should have known that she wasn't done. Even if Nick proved unreliable, you shouldn't have either, Sean.

** An awkward silence fills Sean's end of the phone. Heather lets him take in what she just said, hoping that the sting of her words would get the effect she was looking for. She knew they did, because when Sean spoke again, he was changing the subject. **

Sean Graves
So what about that interesting pairing they have me in for this tag team match? I never would have guessed me and Hectate being a team for anything, let alone being thrown together in a match for number one contendership to the tag team titles.

Heather Halliwell
Yeah, you two will make quite the pair... How does Lilly feel about this?

Sean Graves
Considering I haven't seen her for more than ten minutes at a time to ask her, I don't know. The woman seems to have disappeared, and she's constantly mad at me about anything anymore.

Heather Halliwell
Ah, the couple you two are going to make as man and wife. The wedding isn't that far off, so one of you better be getting off you rass, or we're going to be having some serious problems. We can't be having a wedding without a bride.

Sean Graves
There will be a bride at this weeding, I'll make damn sure of that. Lilly and me just need to sit down and talk things over. I need to know what I do that gets her so ticked off. And she needs to learn how to deal with it.

Heather Halliwell
You know, it sounds like you guys are married already. Tell me, when you and I were doing our thing behind Destiny's back, did I ever get as moody as Lilly does?

Sean Graves
No, thats the reason I came to you. You were so much the opposite of Destiny, I wanted to be with you. You put up with my shit to this day, not a lot of women have done that.

Heather Halliwell
I put up with shit because I give shit, Sean. You make me sound like I was an easy customer.

Sean Graves
Not to change the subject, because the topic is just so fascinating... But why did you call me, Heather? I know it wasn't to discuss my wedding plans or my match, or even Gwenivere Jordan.

Heather Halliwell
Actually Sean, what I want to talk to you about does have a lot to do with both our matches. I can help you, but you have to be willing to help me in return. If done correctly, we could benefit from each other at this PPV, and come out victorious.

Sean Graves
You have my attention. What did you have in mind?

Heather Halliwell
It's something better discussed in person. But I will leave you with this: It could be the downfall of Gwenivere Jordan and your clearn path to the Tag Team Titles and understanding your partner. With that said, when can I meet you?

Sean Graves
You're back in Texas, right?

Heather Halliwell
Yes, I had to see my family doctor after that Gwenny doll decided to rearrange my face.

Sean Graves
Meet me anytime before the show. I'm staying in really secluded areas right now doing research... But I'll be in the city of the show the day before. Meet me then, okay?

Heather Halliwell
It's a date. I'll see you then, Sean.

** Heather hung up the phone, clutching her Book of Shadows closely to her. She had started it at age 13, and had written in it loyally almost evey day till the day she turned 18. What Holly had said earlier wasn't far from the truth. When writing in this book, something dark had consumed her, taken over her spirit. She wasn't the same girl she had been when she was little. Even now that she had discarded the Black Magick of her Book of Shadows, she wasn't the same. Something... Or someone was always lingering in the back of her mind. It was as if they were pounding on a cage, struggling to break free. Heather feared the day the little person escaped, for she knew it would be hard put to cast away again. **
** Heather put the book down on her bed and opened it up. Dates were written everywhere, as were little spells, incantations, and poem like music. Drawings of random herbs, spices, plants, and objects were all over the place. As she flipped through the pages, she saw things she had written, like spells, incantations, even notes, about gaining love, money, power, healing, luck, everything. When she had started, it had all been in good fun. She never suspected that it would actually in time, as her love for the religion and the magic grew. That same feeling that had swept over her in her teenage years came back now, causing her to shiver. She lost herself in the writing of a girl she was as a teenager. **
** A knock on her door snaps her out of her reverie. Looking around, she realized for the first time her surroundings. Heather looks down at the book in front of her and realized it still had the same power over her that it had on her as a naive 13 year old. Suddenly fearful, she stuffs the book into her traveling bag. She was going to take it when she went to see Sean. But was she going to show it to him? She wasn't sure if she should or not, but he needed to find out about witches, Wiccans, and the difference between Black and White Magick before he teamed with Hectate. Holly knocked again, and she stuffed the box under her bed quickly. Sure that she was clear, she called for her sister to come in. **

Holly Halliwell
Candles lit? Heather, what were you doing in here?

Heather Halliwell
Relaxing, is that a crime?

Holly Halliwell
No, I was just making sure you weren't doing anything stupid.

Heather Halliwell
You don't have to worry about me, little sister. The magic doesn't have the same clamp it had over me when I was a teenager. Even if I were to use it again, it can't control me like it once did. So, what do you need?

Holly Halliwell
Mom called and said that Tegan is ready to come home. I'm going to go get her. I just wanted to make sure you weren't doing anything that would scare her when we got back.

Heather Halliwell
Holly, you should know me better than that. I'd rather die a slow, painful death, than see my little niece scared.

** Holly glances around Heather's room suspiciously before looking at her sister again. Heather smiles softly, knowing that there was no way Holly would ever find out what she had in mind. Holly sighs, knowing that tonight, she wasn't going to get anywhere with Heather. Closing the door, Heather waited until Holly's footsteps were down the hall. When the door slammed shut, Heather pulled out her book again, and observed a certain spell. With a smile on her face, she picked up the phone again. This time, she called the one woman she knew would understand and would help her. **

Heather Halliwell
Chloe? It's Heather.... Listen, I have a proposition for you...