Okay muchos gracias for those reviews! 3 is good enough for me! Haha. So here's the next chapter. And don't worry, I plan on having at least average sized chapters, not short ones like the first one, that was just to get it going. And if anybody has any suggestions, ideas, or anything they wanna see happen, feel free to leave it in a review :) Alright, onward!
Chapter Two: Premonition
Piper hurriedly shut the oven door and set the timer. No sooner had she done that when the tea kettle started whistling a high-pitched note. Right then, Phoebe appeared (not magically) in the kitchen.
"Piper shut it off!" Phoebe covered her ears as she whined to her sister. Piper was already on it and the kettle was off the stove by the time Phoebe had finished complaining. "Ugh, thanks." She took a look around the kitchen. "So how's everything for the fundraiser coming?" P3 was hosting a charity auction/bake sale that evening and Piper was getting some of the things ready at the Halliwell home.
"Not so good," Piper moaned. "I told them I would bake ten batches of cookies. We're almost out of flour and I've only made four so far."
"I can run out and get you some if you need me to. I'm taking the day off work," offered Phoebe.
"No, that's okay. I asked Paige to stop off at the store and get a couple bags on her way home from her interview. Is she home yet? She left about two hours ago." A loud wail was heard from the living room as baby Wyatt started crying. Piper threw up her hands in exasperation and went to go calm her son. Phoebe followed her.
"Uh, no, I never heard her come in," Phoebe answered over the infant's screams. Right on cue, the front door opened and slammed shut.
"Hey guys, I'm home," came Paige's voice. The sisters turned around to face the youngest Halliwell. "Man that baby's got quite a pair of lungs."
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ came the oven timer from the kitchen, causing Wyatt to cry even louder and more forcefully.
"What? The cookies can't be done yet!" Piper exclaimed. She was obviously very frustrated as she went to go shut the timer off. She came back a few seconds later with no decrease in sound. "It won't shut off!"
"Maybe it's a demon?" Phoebe suggested.
"Yeah, Phoebe, the great big scary oven demon coming to attack us," the oldest sister retorted sarcastically as she picked up Wyatt, whose baby voice was more deafening than ever. "I'm never going to get anything done around here!" She was obviously very frustrated with all that was going on. "Paige, please tell me you remembered to pick up the flour!"
"Flour?" Paige questioned. "What flour?
"The flour I asked you to pick up? For the cookies? For the bake sale?" Paige still looked confused. "Oh God, Paige, I just ask you to do this one simple thing for me and you don't even remember!"
"I-," Paige started to defend herself.
"Now I have to go out and get it myself and there's no way I'm gonna finish all this in time! Thanks, Paige!" Wyatt's bawling increased. "If this baby will ever stop crying!"
Paige looked a bit hurt as she wordlessly grabbed her jacket and walked right back out the manor door. Wyatt's screaming started to calm down. Phoebe looked at Piper.
"Piper. Don't you think that was a little harsh?" she asked her sister.
"Yeah, I didn't mean to sound so angry with her." Piper seemed more relaxed now that Wyatt had quieted. "I'm just really frustrated with the cookies, and this fundraiser, and now the timer and Wyatt. Wait, the timer's not going off anymore is it?" Both girls listened for a quick second, their ears still ringing from all the noise their home had held moments earlier.
"No, it's not. How weird is that?" Phoebe agreed.
"Weird or not weird, I'm just thankful it stopped!" Piper put Wyatt back in his crib. "Well, I have enough flour left for one batch of cookies and then I have to run out to the store. I wish Paige could have just remembered!"
"Don't worry about it, honey, I'll go get some for you. Just stay here and bake."
"Thanks, Phoebe. At least I can count on one sister," Piper half-joked.
Hours later, the music pounded in Paige's ears as she sat at the bar in a club that wasn't her sister's. After she had left home, she had driven around the city for awhile, just thinking. When it started getting dark, she had driven past this night club, and it had seemed to be calling to her, so she went in.
"Hey there," a man's voice came from her right. Paige turned and saw a handsome stranger sitting on the stool next to her (a/n: yes it is the demon guy just so you know! Dum dum dum!). "Can I buy you a drink?" Paige had already turned down three or four offers in the time that she'd been there, but for some reason found she couldn't resist this guy.
"Only if you tell me your name," she replied. He grinned.
"Greg Sampson. And you are…?"
"Paige. Paige Matthews."
"Well Paige," Greg began. "Thank you for making this evening out worthwhile. A chance meeting with such a beautiful lady; what a lucky guy I am." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. She was obviously very taken in by this stranger. "Would you like to dance?"
"I thought you were going to buy me a drink?" she teased him.
"Let's get you a reason to be thirsty first," he whispered in her ear. Greg took her hand again and they entered the dance floor to be lost in the crowd.
"Are you sure you don't want any more help cleaning up?" Melissa, one of P3's waitresses asked Piper as she put on her jacket to leave.
"Go ahead and go, I'll be fine here," Piper told her.
"Alright, goodnight."
"'Night," Piper called as Melissa walked out the door. As the door closed behind the young woman, Piper sighed and sat down on one of the bar stools. Her club had been pretty busy tonight between first the auction and then later, the regulars that came just to party.
I think I should call Phoebe and see if Paige has gotten home yet, Piper thought, remembering how they had last left things before Paige left. She hadn't meant to yell like that, and she hated it when she wasn't on the best of terms with one of her sisters. So she picked up the phone and dialed the home phone.
"Hello?" Phoebe's voice came over the phone.
"Hey, Pheebs, it's Piper. Has Paige gotten home yet?"
"No," Phoebe responded. "She's still out. I'm getting a little worried, Piper. It's-" she checked the clock. "almost twelve. She's been gone for over ten hours and we haven't heard anything from her. It doesn't seem like Paige to not even call after being gone so long." Piper felt a small twinge of fear, but ignored it. She didn't really think anything had happened to her baby sister, but even if she had, she couldn't let Phoebe know she was afraid.
"Phoebe, I'm sure she's fine, don't worry. She's probably just out partying or something. Have you tried her cell?" she asked instead.
"Yeah, it's not on. Listen Piper, what if-" Phoebe gasped suddenly as she was drawn into a premonition.
Paige. Dancing with a handsome stranger at an unfamiliar club. Switch over to a dark alley. The same man approaches Paige from behind and turns into a demon, preparing to attack her. Paige again. Laying in that alley, unmoving, clothes torn, bloody and bruised.
"Phoebe?" Now Piper was starting to get concerned. "Phoebe?" She heard her sister gasp again as she came out of her vision. It took her a minute to process what she had seen so she could tell Piper.
"Oh my God, Piper!" Phoebe was frantic and on the verge of tears. "I saw Paige. She was dancing with some guy at a club. Then she was in an alley, and the same guy turned into a demon and he-he attacked her. I don't think she was dead, but she was hurt really bad."
"Has it already happened?" Piper asked, trying so hard to keep herself under control. She didn't want anything to happen to either of her sisters, and especially after the way she had left things with Paige…she would never be able to forgive herself if Paige…if she…
"No. Not yet. But Piper, I have no idea where it was! I didn't recognize anything!"
"Okay um, we can call Leo and he can-" Phoebe cut her off.
"Leo left with Wyatt earlier. He said the Elders wanted to see the baby. He won't be back for a couple days. He didn't want to bother you at the club because he knew you were preoccupied."
"Oh God. Okay, Phoebe, can you remember anything you saw at this club or on the street, anything?" Piper quickly asked.
"Umm," Phoebe thought. "Well...okay, there was a statue of some kind in the club. A, uh, it was a red devil with a pitchfork."
"I know where that is! The Hotspot. Come by here and pick me up so I can show you how to get there."
"Okay I'll be there in a few minutes." Phoebe hung up. Please don't let anything happen to Paige. Please.
Okay that's it for chapter two! I wanted to make it even longer, but I ran outta time cuz I gotta leave for my cousin's graduation party in about 15 minutes. I might not get the next chapter posted today, but I will try for later tonite if I can! Reviews very very welcome :)
