Hello all! This is my first story everrr! :D Ok, so be brutal, rip my story apart. I love criticisms. Soooo, read and enjoy! Don't forget to review!!!!

1329 Prescott Street……

The front doors flung open and a man, dressed in all burgundy, stood at the threshold, looking menacing. The need to kill flickered in his eyes. A young boy hugged his knees in the closet, with the door slightly cracked. He was hiding, hiding for his life. The man screamed,

"WHERE ARE YOU? COME OUT AND SHOW YOURSELF. DON'T BE AFRAID OF ME."

The little boy in the closet whimpered, as quietly as he could. The man then tipped over the marble tabletop in the foyer. He roared in rage, in hate, in anger. The boy was watching this all from his hiding spot next to a pair of muddy running shoes, and a winter jacket. There was no one else in this house, except the boy and this man, obviously looking for someone. The boy got a mischievous grin on his face and he slowly got up and stood in the closet, he barely touched the ceiling with his head. He closed one eye, as if to aim, breathed in, and threw his hands up in the air. The man froze, on the spot. He ran out of the closet and yelled, "AUNTIE PAIGE! AUNTIE PAIGE!" Blue and white lights flew into the room, and out from the materialized Paige Matthews,

"What's wro-?" She cut herself off seeing the demon, and flipped. "What the he-…heck!!!! Where are your parents?"

"Across the street greeting the new neighbors…." The boy said in his high pitched, not hit puberty yet, voice.

Paige nodded and sighed. She looked at the man and then looked around the room. There was nothing of interest that she needed, but she knew exactly where it was. She called, "Athame from attic!" A small, dagger like knife appeared in her hand, in a swirl of blue and white lights. She nodded and looked at the boy, "Now turn around, I don't want you seeing this."

The small boy pouted and said, "But I'm older now! I can see this!"

Paige shook her head, "No way Jose! Turn…"

The boy pouted again and turned around, with a loud stomp of his foot. Paige got a good grip on the athame's handle, and she chucked it at the man. It hit him straight in the heart and he burst into flames, screaming at the top of his lungs. He soon after disintegrated, and disappeared, leaving a small scorch mark on the floor, and that was the last known of him. Just as he 'poofed', a couple holding hands walked through the still open door, the smoke still lingering in the air. The couple was giggling, and they were holding a crumb filled plate. As they walked in, the girl dropped the plate and it crashed on the floor and fear filled her eyes, she screamed,

"What happened?!" Paige retaliated from the burst of sound, "A demon was apparently looking for you. Your boy here called me and told me to come, so I did, and the demon's now gone and everything's great. Ok, gotta get back to my date. Bye!"

And with that, the same swirling lights surrounded the brunette and took her away, vanished. The girl that walked in ran to the boy and said, "Oh my baby, did the bad man hurt you?" In the process, she scooped him up in her arms. The boy shook his head, "No, I frozed him!!!"

She smiled and said, "Oh good boy, I'm so sorry for leaving you alone…I should've never. I completely forgot your brother was down the street, and I just can't believe I did such a thing." She took in a deep breath, and now she was just ranting like a crazy chick.

The man walked up behind the girl and put his arm around her, she was obviously freaked out by the incident.

"It's ok, dear." The man smiled at her reassuringly. "It's just another typical day in the Halliwell Manor."