A/N: Happy Halloween!!!!!!!
I promised you guys now, didn't I?...and look, strangely, a mid-week update.
Anyway below is what you came for...but don't get your hopes up.
14. Saving the Damned.
Both Phoebe and Prue stopped on the stairs as they took in the scene before them. Paige had been the one to crash into the foyer table and seemed dazed as she tried to get up.
The demon lured over her and prepared to finish his job.
Suddenly he flew across the room, demolishing a wall as he went.
Prue dropped her hand, while she stared at what she had done. Phoebe, however run to Paige as Piper also picked herself up from the ground.
It was instinct, they are my target, the eldest Halliwell repeated to herself silently, watching as the demon stood up and smirked at her. "Wait until the Source hears this." he sung, "..but I must finish what I started."
Prue glanced down the stairs, noticing the Charmed Ones attempting to readjust themselves while the demon approached. It amazed her, how they just automatically stood together, gripping each others hands for support…something she had been a part of.
"Piper, I now give you permission to blow the creep up…no questions asked!" Paige stated.
Piper raised her hands, motioning for her power to take the desired affect. However it merely made sparks bounce from his chest.
"Pipeeer." Paige whined, forgetting Prue, who still stood on the stairs surveying each persons move.
"I'm trying." Piper replied, repeating her motions.
One final motion saw the demon hurtle back, but as the room settled, the younger Halliwells noticed it had once again been Prue to have sent the creature flying.
"Why didn't my power's work?" Piper muttered, looking at her hands in disgust.
"I..I don't know, honey." Phoebe replied distractedly as she watched Prue, stand over the demon, no fear of being over powered.
Prue placed a boot across his throat, causing him to wheeze unpleasantly. However he did not remove the smug grin from his ghoulish features as he stared back at her.
"He'll…be….sending more." he spat. "You'll…die."
Prue applied more pressure to the demon's neck, making him cough and groan.
"Prue, why don't we get the crystal cage?" Phoebe asked carefully.
"You don't need the cage." she retorted. "He's like the Source's muscle…if we don't kill him, the Source will for failing."
She returned her eyes to the six foot creature and smugly grinned back, knowing she was right.
"How'd you know?" Paige cautiously enquired.
Prue scoffed at the question but did not remove her gaze. "Let's just say we go way back."
Slowly she lowered herself, so she was in reach of the athame strapped to his side. Prue placed her knee where her foot had been and lent in slightly. "You should have left alone."
The sisters watched as the demon attempted to wiggly under Prue's pressure, although he refused to attack her. Phoebe tried hard to listen to the demon's muffled last words but found it virtually impossible.
"You…should have…too. You could…have helped…me." the demon coughed. "You'll…die for…your tr…"
He screamed as the athame pierced his chest, while Prue twisted the weapon and watched as flames began to lick the wound. Suddenly she stood from her position and examined the smudge mark left on the carpet. They are my target, she silently yelled.
Prue glanced up to meet the worried eyes of her sisters and she allowed the athame to fall heavily to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Piper asked concerned.
Prue remained silent and continued to stare at each of them. They are my target!
"Prue…was he one that….?" Phoebe joined in, sending a quick glance to the dirty mark on the floor.
Still the eldest refused to speak, her mind running wild, making her feel as though everything around her was moving in slow motion.
Paige smiled softly. "First time I've been saved by the super witch."
Saved…witch! the words played through Prue's head and abruptly she bolted for the front door, leaving it wide open and just ran away as fast as her legs would allow her.
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Cole crept slowly, still keeping his distance from the warlock he followed. He knew he would have to be careful as they gradually began to enter the Source's domain. Although still at a desired distance, it dawned on Cole that if he got any nearer to the inner sanctum he would have to bale.
"You will have to destroy her." A voice gruffly announced, causing the warlock to stop abruptly and making Cole duck into the shadows again.
"You dare to tell me what to do?" the warlock demanded of the demon, who straightened at the words, taking a defensive position.
"Somebody has to."
"And you believe you are worthy to do so?" he yelled in response.
"I am worthier than you." the demon argued.
Cole watched as the warlock spun, releasing a sharp blade, which beamed as the torch light reflected on the clean blade. It impacted on the wall behind the demon, however the blade was no longer clean and the demon yelled in pain.
Involuntary, Cole grimaced as he stared at the bloodied lump that dangled where the hand had previously. The hand was know lying on the floor, while the demon held his arm, breathing heavily.
"I answer to the Source and the Source only. If you do not like the way I handle my business than I suggest you take it up with him." the warlock spat, turning to continue on his way.
"You'll die. Do you hear me? You'll die, Jaden!" the demon yelled after the departing warlock.
Jaden? Cole thought, finally finding the answer to his questions.
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Prue stood with the stranger who had just walked into the alcove asking her to dance, she extended her hand. "I'd love to."
"Great, I'm Jaden by the way." he grinned again.
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"Watch it!" Prue snapped, as Cole stepped into the back room of P3 while she just pushed past him.
He glared at the man, who stood in the same position, staring back at him. "What did you do?" he demanded.
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"Jaden!" another warlock ran up to Jaden, pulling Cole from his chaotic thoughts as he processed the revelation. "Jaden, the Source needs you now."
"Why? What's happened?"
"We have a complication." the warlock replied as they both shimmered out of view.
Cole watched with dazed eyes, as the demon tried to pick himself up. "He'll die." he muttered, still holding his wound.
If I have my say, he will, Cole thought, shimmering out.
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"Where would she have gone?" Phoebe asked as she paced back and forth, continually glancing up at the front door, awaiting for it to be pushed open by her eldest sister.
"Pheebs, please stop the pacing. I'm getting sea sick." Paige muttered, sitting on the sofa, her eyes also trained on the front door.
"Sorry." Phoebe replied distractedly, beginning to bit her thumb nail.
"Leo!" Piper yelled up to the ceiling, "Leo, I swear if you don't get down here…." she seethed, before she threw her hands up in defeat. She turned to her sisters, annoyance evident on her expression. "Where the hell is he?"
"He's your husband." Paige replied absent-mindedly.
"Thanks, Paige, didn't realise that." the elder sister spat back.
"Where would she have gone?" Phoebe repeated herself.
"If we knew that Phoebe, do you think we would stand around here debating it and yelling for that ass of a husband of mine?" Piper irately answered, finally falling in the seat next to her baby sister.
Phoebe turned to look at her sister, irritable herself, especially after what had happened prior to the demon attack. "I was just asking." she huffed.
Silence filled the awkward air before Piper released a heavy sigh. "Why didn't my powers work?"
"Don't know, Pipe." Paige answered, running a hand through her hair.
"I'm getting the book." Phoebe stated suddenly, moving for the stairs, while muttering to herself. "I'm so going to kick fate's ass when I meet that son of a..."
A/N: It's kinda ended funnily, I know, but need it that way I'm 'fraid.
Prujo; Awe, thanks. Glad your liking it so far. I'm going to try and update a little more, see if I can get this thing completed. :o) Thanks again.
Thanks to all the readers and especially the reviewers ('',) You guys are great.
Now I'm going to go fly as I have some serious egging to do.
Hope you have a good Halloween!!!