Bianca grabbed Chris by his shoulder and shimmered him to the attic. She gently lay him down on the floor and went to the Book of Shadows. She feverously started paging, but didn’t find anything that could possibly help. She slammed the Book and threw it on the floor, frustrated . “There has to be something!”, she screamed, while she tried to stop the tears from coming.
Chris groaned and lifted up his head to look at Bianca. “Maybe if there was a whitelighter available…” Bianca shook her head. “The whitelighters are all dead, as well as the Elders”, she said hopeless. But than her eyes started to glean and she gasped. Chris frowned and wondered what she was thinking of.
“There are no whitelighters in this time, but in the past there are thousands of them” Chris’s frown got even deeper. What the hell was she talking about? She watched him and could see by the confused look in his eyes that he didn’t understand a single bit of what she was saying. She started to explain.
“Think about it. We have no saviors here, no healers, but in the past we do. All we have to do, is send you back to the Charmed Ones and get you healed by their whitelighter” Chris wanted to object, but he could hardly talk. Bianca picked up the Book and sank down next to Chris, while paging again.
A few seconds later she found the spell they needed. She held the Book in front of Chris so he could read the rhyme. “Are you sure this will work?”, he asked really doubtfully. “It has to work, we have no other option”, Bianca said. Chris nodded and took a deep breath to read the spell:
'Hear these words, Hear the rhyme
Heed the Hope within my mind
Send me back to where I'll find
What I wish in place and time'
He vanished and left a lake of blood behind. Bianca stood up and shimmered away.
Chris groaned and lifted up his head to look at Bianca. “Maybe if there was a whitelighter available…” Bianca shook her head. “The whitelighters are all dead, as well as the Elders”, she said hopeless. But than her eyes started to glean and she gasped. Chris frowned and wondered what she was thinking of.
“There are no whitelighters in this time, but in the past there are thousands of them” Chris’s frown got even deeper. What the hell was she talking about? She watched him and could see by the confused look in his eyes that he didn’t understand a single bit of what she was saying. She started to explain.
“Think about it. We have no saviors here, no healers, but in the past we do. All we have to do, is send you back to the Charmed Ones and get you healed by their whitelighter” Chris wanted to object, but he could hardly talk. Bianca picked up the Book and sank down next to Chris, while paging again.
A few seconds later she found the spell they needed. She held the Book in front of Chris so he could read the rhyme. “Are you sure this will work?”, he asked really doubtfully. “It has to work, we have no other option”, Bianca said. Chris nodded and took a deep breath to read the spell:
'Hear these words, Hear the rhyme
Heed the Hope within my mind
Send me back to where I'll find
What I wish in place and time'
He vanished and left a lake of blood behind. Bianca stood up and shimmered away.
Gerard got home from his work. He hung his coat on the rack and walked into the sitting room. He saw Zoey sitting in the couch, writing something.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.
“Eh, what are you doing here?” he asked and Zoey looked up.
“I’m writing a goodbye letter” Zoey smiled.
“For me?” Gerard asked cynical. Zoey stood up and walked to her ex-husband.
“No, not for you” she shook her head. “From you” She touched his forehead with her index and middle finger and Gerard fell unconscious.
As if he was a feather she carried him upstairs and put him on a chair. She took the rope which she had kept in the room as a preparation and winded it tightly around Gerard’s neck. The other end she tied to the chandelier. She pulled the chair away and a second later she heard a snap.