A/Note: Thanks for the support everyone. I've thanked some of my new readers personally and I hope to keep your attention. I'm still coming along well in this story about ten chapters ahead of you. If all goes well with this saga, I have a second part planned that will be kept within that story, but I'll do my best to finish this one for you guys soon. Many explosive things are to come, some twists and a lot of action is in this fic. Stay tuned, read and review. This chapter is a little longer, but it's mixed with action and well…read the chapter title.

Chapter 2- A Mother's Console

Melinda appeared in an alley in the same glistening lights that illuminated the scene. She saw a witch hit a demon in the chest with a spin kick and the other demon generated an energy ball in his hand. Melinda flicked her hands and blew up the energy ball, while it was in his hand and entirely blew up both the energy ball and the demon. Melinda focused on the remaining demon and blasted him in the back and away from the witch.

The witch, Lisa, ran over to Melinda's side. "Thank you so much," she said to an unresponsive Melinda.

The demon turned to Melinda and tossed an energy ball, but Melinda froze it before it could reach her. She swiftly blew it up and held her hands out to the demon, placing him under a magical halt. She unfroze his head and asked him, "Do you know Verok?"

"Yeah, I'm aware of him. I've never seen him though, I've just heard legends," the demon responded, hoping to get out alive.

"Legends? Oh, so you think the demon that killed my father is a legend?" Melinda asked rhetorically.

"Verok is a legend," the demon assured her.

"I meant it as a rhetorical question or in English for you demons, a question that I ask aloud and I don't expect to hear another word out of you. Thanks for aiding me in my quest to find Verok and beat the last breath out of him," Melinda then flicked both her wrists and the demon exploded.

"Thank you so much," Lisa said with much appreciation. "I recognize that power to stop time from the Halliwell witches. Are you a Halliwell?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah and I have to go. Stay out of trouble," Melinda said as she walked out of the alley leaving Lisa alone. She honestly didn't care to save Lisa. Deep down inside there was a sense of achievement, but it just wasn't her goal and night by night, week by week, she gained more information about Verok, hoping it would form the answers she'd been searching for.

As she walked down the street, a group of three men began to whistle at Melinda as she walked down the street, cracking her knuckles. One man yelled, "Xena!" and Melinda ignored it as well as the whistling. She had the temptation to blow these morons out of the world, but she was well aware of her Wiccan rules and also legal rules of murder. Her morality was about to go out the window if those men continued their insulting noises. A light blue shade of light caught the corner of her eye and she turned into another alley to see Chris jogging at her.

"Melinda, wait up," Chris called out to her.

"What is it, Chris?" Melinda asked.

"I want you to come home. It's dangerous to be out here right now. Please, come home," Chris begged.

"Begging; not the best color on you," Melinda said to him. "You know I'm hunting demons, now lay off."

Chris then pulled Melinda into an alley and pushed her against a wall.

"Are you trying to get me to scream rape?" Melinda asked.

"Look, Mel, come home and you'll see your family working on locating Verok. Even Mom is helping," Chris said and noticed the appeal in Melinda's eye.

"She's finally helping again?" Melinda asked.

"Come home and check it out for yourself," Chris said, backing up and holding out a hand to Melinda.

"Don't lie to me, Chris," Melinda warned as she took his hand and they orbed out together.

(X)

They orbed into the attic of the manor and Wyatt tossed a paper in a smoking cauldron. Melinda looked around and didn't see her mother.

"Where the hell is Mom?" Melinda shouted.

"Mel, it's nice to see you're home," Wyatt told his sister. "Nice job finding her, Chris."

"Took me long enough. I had to really tap into my Whitelighter side...and use a spell. She cast a cloaking spell on herself," Chris informed Wyatt.

"Mel, what if you had gotten hurt? We wouldn't have been able to sense and heal you," Wyatt told her.

"I'll repeat myself. Where the hell is Mom?" Melinda demanded.

"She was stressing out again and didn't want to sleep, so I had to slip her a sleeping potion," Wyatt said, with noticeable regret.

"You used magic on Mom?! How dare you, Wyatt!" Melinda felt the need to blast him on his back to teach him a lesson, but instead she stormed towards the infamous Halliwell Book of Shadows. She began to rapidly flip through the pages, "Awakening spell, where are you?"

"Hey, hey, I have an awakening potion prepared. So calm down," Wyatt assured. "I'm glad your home. I've been working on this tracking spell and I think it may work, but we'll need our power of three," Wyatt told her.

"Oh, for the last damn time!" Melinda shouted. "We are no power of three! In fact, we hold separate destinies. You two are the Charmed Sons and I have the magnificent title of the Power of One. We aren't partners in this. My title says I can handle things on my own, your title says that you two should hold hands and work together or play double dutch for all I care!"

"Melinda, you're our sister," Chris reminded her.

"Thanks for informing me of our family tree, but I have to pull my mother out of her forced slumber and then hunt down Verok," Melinda snapped at Chris.

"You're a bit of a bitch right now," Wyatt said, holding back a grin.

"Oh no, my big brother just called me a bitch. What will I do with myself? Let's explore those possibilities, I can either not care, which is exactly what I'm doing or I cannot care even more. Which one shall I pick? Find out on the next chapter of Melinda, the Demon Slayer!" Melinda shouted sarcastically.

"Melinda, please calm down. We understand that you're upset, but-" Wyatt tried to condone her feelings, but was cut off.

"I'm upset because I'm the only one taking Dad's damn death seriously! We could find him much quicker if we Halliwells unite and pool our power together to end this fight." Melinda snickered. "That rhymed. I can use that for the vanquishing spell. Assuming we ever get to use one because scrying and other tracking spells haven't worked and Verok is just off the map. Wyatt, all I want right now is that damn potion!" Melinda shouted walking towards Wyatt.

"Fine, but you have to try out my tracking idea. It lies in our sibling bond," Wyatt said avoiding our power of three. "Are you up for it?"

"Deal, but give me that potion now," Melinda accepted and Wyatt gave it to her. Melinda jogged out of the attic and into her mother's room where she found her fast asleep. Piper was older, but only had a few gray streaks. Melinda opened the vial and began to pour some of it slowly into her mother's mouth. Piper's body glowed and her eyes opened. "Hey, Mom."

"Melinda," Piper said. "How did I get down here?"

"Wyatt used a sleeping potion on you. I was pissed off to find out he did that. Are you okay?" Melinda asked.

"Don't be upset, honey. I'm glad Wyatt did it. I was going crazy. Remember what happened the last time I went on a rampage to find Verok? My power display was terrifying," Piper reminded Melinda.

"I know, but did he at least have your consent?" Melinda asked.

"Nope, he must've slipped it into my tea. I agree with you though, I should be somewhat alerted. I do remember not wanting to rest though, so I suppose it was for the best. It doesn't matter right now though, how are you?" Piper asked.

"I didn't accomplish much demon hunting tonight. Only tidbits of information, nothing too solid," Melinda said disappointed.

"Rest tonight, Melinda. I would hate to lose you as well," Piper said. Piper these days was the only one that could actually calm Melinda down. Sometimes it took effort, but in the end, she was the only one to stop Melinda's rampage as if she was using her powers to halt it.

Melinda began to take off her belt that held her athamaes and placed them on her mother's desk drawer that was besides her bed. "I just want to find Verok already and I'm pissed that no one is truly searching as I am. I've tried divination to find some clue or hints; I've tried scrying, tracking spells that were in the Book of Shadows and even a summoning ritual. What more do I have to do if demon interrogations aren't working either?"

"You can admit that this isn't completely in your hands," Piper replied. "Some demons are experts in hiding themselves, their lairs and their magical activity. You can't blame yourself when fighting expert demons like that."

"No," Melinda said, "but I can blame myself for Dad dying."

"You can't blame yourself for that either," Piper told her daughter. "Your power wasn't strong enough to stop Verok's."

"It would've been strong enough if I was actually open to my powers and not trying to take the path of a mortal. That's clearly what I'm not. I'm a witch with great power and I realized that too late," Melinda said.

"You can never know that," Piper replied.

"Never say that," Melinda told her mother. "We live in a world of magic, where we can use spells to go back in time or use beings to give us glimpses of an alternate reality. What if we asked the Avatars to create an alternate universe where I always used my magic? If we saw Dad there, we can truly know."

"I guess we could know, but you can't try to use magic to explain everything. Magic isn't a book full of answers or an all-knowing prophet. There are many mysteries that come along with magic."

"Mom, I know about magic. You taught me about magic, but I'm just exploring my options," Melinda said.

"The Avatars are hardly an option. We don't deal with them for many reasons," Piper told her.

"Yeah, yeah, the whole false Utopia thing, I know. Once again, just exploring my options," Melinda said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm also upset because Verok is just so powerful and the entry in the Book of Shadows isn't that informative. No vanquishing spell, no potion, no summoning spell, only little information on him and his powers."

"I don't know who wrote the entry, but keep in mind they may not have even had an encounter with him," Piper mentioned. "It may have all just been passed around as magical folklore."

"Are you saying that I should summon each member in the line to find out?" Melinda asked.

"I'm not even telling you to summon one member. I was just stating that no one in the Warren Line, up until the time your father was killed had an encounter with him. It may take some time to find him, but I'm sure that Wyatt and Chris are interested now," Piper said.

"What makes you think that?" Melinda asked.

"They saw me helping and realized that I was helping to protect you. I want to avenge Leo as well, but I can't risk you getting hurt, knowing that you're so stubborn, you won't give in this fight," Piper said. "I had to hire a new waitress because you're never around."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Melinda apologized. "I don't have time to serve other people food, when I have a demon to catch. Do you even think he knows of my vendetta to find him?" she asked.

"I'm sure some word has gotten to him. You're on a demonic killing spree and that catches attention. I remember when I lost Prue, I was constantly chasing after demons, not caring about putting my life at risk. I think back on how close I was to joining to her. I know you want to avenge your father, but as I've said, it's going to take some time," Piper said.

"I just miss Dad so much, Mom. I miss how comforting he was and I just can't accept why a demon would want to kill a mortal," Melinda said quietly.

"Many reasons, Melinda. To hurt us, to throw our powers out of balance, I'd say maybe he'd even want you to go after him, but if so he wouldn't be that hard to find," Piper guessed.

A knock at the door made Piper and Melinda turn to see Chris.

"Mel, Wyatt and I are still waiting on you," Chris said.

"I'll be there in a minute," Melinda told Chris.

Chris waved to his mother who smiled back and then returned to the attic.

"I should go, Mom," the daughter said.

"Good luck, Melinda," Piper replied.

Melinda gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, grabbed her belt and carried it back off to the attic, waiting to see what Wyatt and Chris came up with.