Post by StoryGirl83 on Sept 20, 2008 18:18:50 GMT -5
Chapter Five – Odd Thoughts, Odd Feelings
Back at the manor, Vicki was finished setting the table. Her hands were almost completely transparent, but her grip on the silverware in her hands was firm. She looked up at blue-white orbs on the other side of the room turn into Wyatt. She hastily put the last setting of silverware on the table and stuffed her hands behind her back.
Wyatt looked around and saw her standing there fidgeting. “Hi. Vicki, right?” It wasn’t so much he forgot; more that he wasn’t sure how to start a conversation with this stranger who also happened to be family.
Vicki just nodded.
Seeing that Vicki’s hands were hidden behind her back Wyatt asked, “What’s behind your back?” When she hesitated, he hastened to add, “It’s okay. You don’t have to show me.”
Vicki sighed. “You’ll find out eventually. Remember when He said we were fading yesterday?” Wyatt nodded, so Vicki brought out her hands.
Wyatt frowned as he looked at them. “That’s not good. All of you like that?”
Vicki nodded. “Except Mom.”
Piper and Melinda walked into the room carrying food.
Wyatt’s eyes focused on Melinda’s hands. Odd, how it seems the food is floating with her hands doing that. “Good morning, Mom. Hello, again, Melinda. Dad said you were going to feed us.
Melinda grinned. “Can’t have you starve I suppose, though Chris did say he could cook.”
“He can,” Wyatt agreed, cheerily, “but I’m always good for Mom’s cooking.”
Piper smiled as she put down the food in her hands. Turning to Vicki, she said, “Would you go find everyone?”
Vicki nodded and ran out of the room.
The sitting room was empty, but not for long. Blue-white orbs turned into Chris at the same time Vicki ran into the room. She stopped and watched. “Good morning, Chris.”
Chris turned around. He smiled at first and then frowned as he noticed her hands. “What happened to your hands?”
“We are fading,” Vicki reminded him. “I guess we won’t have any problem finding out if we fixed things or not.” She gave him a half smile and continued, “Aunt Piper asked me to fetch everyone for breakfast.” That said Vicki ran up the stairs.
Chris stood there for a moment, her hands bringing back eerie memories of a day he would rather forget. He started for the dining room. The sound of the doorbell ringing caused him to stop, turn around, and head toward the front door instead.