It was now late in the evening, around 7. The family already had dinner, and Paris had already cleared the date with her mom and was now upstairs brushing her hair. Phoebe came up, and knocked on the door.

"Ow! Come in." Paris said from the other side.

"Hey, you okay?" Phoebe said, referring to "ow" she just heard.

"Yeah, stupid brush."

"I had one more question about tonight, and that was how you were getting there."

"You know, I was thinking about shimmering behind some car." Paris began to grin. "His parents are going to take us." She quickly said, catching Phoebe's suspicious glare.

"Maybe I should meet his parents…"

"No, I remember what happened with Mike's parents. Remember Mike, mom? 'Did you see that? They're demons alright.' Spent about half that night looking for a vanquish in the Book of Shadows."

"I'm telling you their eyes glowed."

"That was a headlight."

"Honest mistake…" Paris began laughing

            The doorbell rung, breaking Paris' laughter and an "I got it" came from downstairs from Melinda. Paris got up, inspected herself in the mirror, and walked down the stairs. She was wearing a "Hottie" white shirt, and some long, baggy, blue jeans. Melinda walked away from Justin as Paris approached. He handed her some flowers when she reached the door.

"Wow, thanks." Paris responded, before smelling the flowers.

"Welcome." Justin looked down, constantly shifting his feet nervously. He was wearing a gray, ribbed shirt, and some black slacks.

"Let me just go put these in water." Paris said and walked away. She was in the kitchen looking for a vase when Paige walked in. She was wearing a tan business jacket and skirt, with a white silk shirt. She was now a very successful and busy social worker. She was working on a case late and had missed Piper's dinner. She took one look at Paris and grinned.

"What are you doing tonight?" Paige said, picking up a bread roll.

"Going to the movies." Paris said, not really paying attention, "I'm looking for a vase." Paige out reached her hand, and called for a vase. She handed it to Paris.

"Thanks." She rushed over to the faucet, filled the vase with water, and threw the flowers in. She set down the flowers, kissed Paige goodbye, and walked back to the front door. Cole had gotten there a few seconds beforehand, and was talking to Justin.

"Dad! Hi… we're going to go." She smiled sweetly to Cole, and shove Justin and herself out the door. "Sorry about that… my dad seems suspicious about everyone."

"That's okay." Justin opened the door to the black Dodge Intrepid that was sitting the driveway. After Paris and Justin slid in, the car took off to the movies.

            They arrived at the movie theatres about thirteen minutes later, only making small chat along the way with Justin's mom, who was the one who drove them there. She pulled up to the movies, and let them out. Justin and Paris started walking off towards the ticket booth when his mother called out to him. Justin walked back to the rolled down window.

"What?" Justin asked, sticking his head in.

"She's a witch… you can smell it in her blood."

"Her?" Justin said, glancing at Paris.

"Yes, kill her tonight."

"Yes ma'am." Justin backed away from the car as it drove off. He walked back over to Paris, who bought tickets for "High Crimes", (Subliminal Message: Which is a really good movie), while she was waiting. He took her hand, and led her into the theatre.

            By the time the movie was over, they had bonded quite closely. They walked out the theatre, Justin's arm around Paris' waist, waiting for his mom. They were leaning against the wall. They decided to go sit on a nearby bench. Justin peered into Paris' eyes, remembering the evening they just spent together.

            I can't believe she's a witch. Geez, I mean… tonight was great. And when she got scared, and buried her head in my chest… that feeling… like she needed me. It was like I needed her too. *sigh* No, I got to kill her. Not like I can go crying to mommy… she'd kill me just as fast as dad would if I could home without the job done.

            Justin leaned in and began to kiss Paris. Paris replied with a more passionate kiss. As they were "making-out", a dagger appeared in Justin's hand. He rolled it around in his left hand, as he was stroking her face with his right hand.

All right, on 3.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short. I wanted leave you guys at a cliffhanger. You know, to help ensure that you'll come back and read the rest. The next chapter should be up soon, considering I have nothing else better to do than sleep. Thanks so far for the reviews.