Chapter 3:
Payton headed over to her car. As soon as she turned the corner into the deserted parking lot, an ugly- looking red-and-white striped demon appeared.
"Time to die, witch." The ugly demon said, a fireball appearing out of nowhere in its hand.
Payton sighed. She knew the drill. "I don't think so ugly. Tell whoever sent you to leave me alone."
"No, because I'm gonna kill you, witch. Then you won't need to be left alone" He said, as he thrust the fireball at her stomach.
Adrenaline rushing, Payton shouted (but not too loudly, so the people down at the field wouldn't hear her) "Fireball", stuck her hand out, and it repelled off back into the demon. The demon was then demolished into ash.
"Ouch!" She said to herself, because she realized that the fireball had somehow left a burn mark on her hand. It looked pretty bad and was starting to blister.
"Leo!" She said, and minutes later Leo appeared in blue swirls.
"Hey what's up?" Leo asked with a concerned look on his face.
"I need a favor. Could you heal my hand for me? I was just attack by a demon." She asked quickly, knowing what was coming next; the parental freak out.
"You were what! Why? What type of demon was it? Wait, give me your hand first." He said, remembering what she needed him there for in the first place.
"Thanks" She said, after he healed her
"Well, you have a lot of explaining to do." He semi-scolded
"What! I didn't ask for the demon to come after me. But anyway, I have to go to practice or Coach Neal will kill me." Payton said, reaching into her trunk for her equipment bag.
"Fine, but I'm staying until practice is over." Leo replied, parental instincts kicking in. Even though he wasn't her parent, he was her whitelighter and knew that if anything happened to her under his watch, Piper would kill him. Then the rest of her sisters would kill him.
"Alright. We have an hour and a half left of practice anyway." Payton said.