Chapter Three
Vanquish
Night had fallen in San Francisco but the commotion in the Halliwell manor had yet to die down. Paige was beginning to believe in such a thing as too many clothes as she heaped piles of outfits into a laundry basket and pushed it out into the hallway, along with the other baskets, piled to the brim as well. "Great, we're out of baskets." She groaned.
"Never fear, Phoebe is here!" Announced her older sister as she walked into the room, tripping over a heap of jeans and landing on a pile of blouses. She frowned, looking up at Paige. "Here, I brought garbage bags." She held up the white bags, holding them out to her sister.
Paige took them, helping Phoebe up. "Thanks, though I really hate to put all these nice clothes in bags." She muttered, opening one of the bags and filling it with faded blue jeans.
"Well, they've got to go somewhere and let me suggest, my drawers and closet." Phoebe suggested with a board smile, helping her sister diminish some of the clothes.
Paige smiled. "Well, that might not be such a bad idea; we've got enough clothes here for all of us to wear and not wear the same outfit again for two years." She mumbled, tying up the bag and reaching for another. "And they just keep coming."
The girls worked in silence for the next minutes, bagging clothes and putting the bags in the hallway; it appeared, however, that they would be working for hours just to see the floor again. The silence ended when the house was filled with the high-pitched sirens of the demon alarm that Paige had put up to protect Wyatt.
"Demon." Phoebe looked up, glancing out the door way, which was barricaded by clothes baskets and trash bags. "We have to get out there and help Piper and Leo."
Paige and her sister rushed over to the door, shoving through the makeshift wall that they had created without realizing what they had done. Finally, the bags tumbled down, the open ones spilling clothes into the hallway.
Downstairs, they could see a large demon, which looked human aside from the spike jugging from its back and the large talons on its hands. Leo lay, unconscious it appeared, beside the coffee table, a small, but bloody, gash in the side of his head; Piper stood behind the couch, holding Wyatt protectively as the baby cried.
"We have to help her." Phoebe commanded, panic filling her voice.
"How do we do that? We don't have time to check the Book of Shadows?" Paige asked, looking more worried than Phoebe felt.
Piper, unaware that her sisters were attempting to figure out something to help her, raised her hand to blow the demon apart but the demon easily deflected her attack, sending a wave of energy back at the witch, causing both her and Wyatt to slid across the floor. "Piper!" Phoebe cried, starting down the stairs.
The demon turned in her direction, snarling at the witch; with a wave of his taloned hands, he send Phoebe careening into a wall, causing her to black out. Paige froze, eyes wide; how was she supposed to vanquish a demon without the help of the Charmed Ones? She looked at her sisters and Whitelighter, feeling a wave of hope when Piper began to stir slightly, her child crying in her arms.
The demon started up the stairs, snarling, curling its talons. "Um...clothes!" Paige commanded, holding out her hand expectantly. She nearly dropped the clothes basket as it materialized but she managed to keep hold of it, flinging it at the demon. The creature stumbled, nearly losing its footing, brushing clothes away from its face. Paige turned around, grabbing a garbage bag and slinging it at the demon's face.
The creature cried out in surprise, tumbling down the stairs, landing with a thud. Paige looked in Piper's direction and saw her sister regaining her footing, trying to calm her screaming son. "Now Piper!" Paige exclaimed, motioning at the fallen demon.
Piper glanced in Paige's direction and saw the creature, stirring as it attempted to right itself, dazed from the fall. With ease, she caused the demon to explode, leaving nothing behind but a pile of ashes. "Good job Paige." Piper said with a smile.
Her sister returned the grin. "See, the clothes were good for something."
Vanquish
Night had fallen in San Francisco but the commotion in the Halliwell manor had yet to die down. Paige was beginning to believe in such a thing as too many clothes as she heaped piles of outfits into a laundry basket and pushed it out into the hallway, along with the other baskets, piled to the brim as well. "Great, we're out of baskets." She groaned.
"Never fear, Phoebe is here!" Announced her older sister as she walked into the room, tripping over a heap of jeans and landing on a pile of blouses. She frowned, looking up at Paige. "Here, I brought garbage bags." She held up the white bags, holding them out to her sister.
Paige took them, helping Phoebe up. "Thanks, though I really hate to put all these nice clothes in bags." She muttered, opening one of the bags and filling it with faded blue jeans.
"Well, they've got to go somewhere and let me suggest, my drawers and closet." Phoebe suggested with a board smile, helping her sister diminish some of the clothes.
Paige smiled. "Well, that might not be such a bad idea; we've got enough clothes here for all of us to wear and not wear the same outfit again for two years." She mumbled, tying up the bag and reaching for another. "And they just keep coming."
The girls worked in silence for the next minutes, bagging clothes and putting the bags in the hallway; it appeared, however, that they would be working for hours just to see the floor again. The silence ended when the house was filled with the high-pitched sirens of the demon alarm that Paige had put up to protect Wyatt.
"Demon." Phoebe looked up, glancing out the door way, which was barricaded by clothes baskets and trash bags. "We have to get out there and help Piper and Leo."
Paige and her sister rushed over to the door, shoving through the makeshift wall that they had created without realizing what they had done. Finally, the bags tumbled down, the open ones spilling clothes into the hallway.
Downstairs, they could see a large demon, which looked human aside from the spike jugging from its back and the large talons on its hands. Leo lay, unconscious it appeared, beside the coffee table, a small, but bloody, gash in the side of his head; Piper stood behind the couch, holding Wyatt protectively as the baby cried.
"We have to help her." Phoebe commanded, panic filling her voice.
"How do we do that? We don't have time to check the Book of Shadows?" Paige asked, looking more worried than Phoebe felt.
Piper, unaware that her sisters were attempting to figure out something to help her, raised her hand to blow the demon apart but the demon easily deflected her attack, sending a wave of energy back at the witch, causing both her and Wyatt to slid across the floor. "Piper!" Phoebe cried, starting down the stairs.
The demon turned in her direction, snarling at the witch; with a wave of his taloned hands, he send Phoebe careening into a wall, causing her to black out. Paige froze, eyes wide; how was she supposed to vanquish a demon without the help of the Charmed Ones? She looked at her sisters and Whitelighter, feeling a wave of hope when Piper began to stir slightly, her child crying in her arms.
The demon started up the stairs, snarling, curling its talons. "Um...clothes!" Paige commanded, holding out her hand expectantly. She nearly dropped the clothes basket as it materialized but she managed to keep hold of it, flinging it at the demon. The creature stumbled, nearly losing its footing, brushing clothes away from its face. Paige turned around, grabbing a garbage bag and slinging it at the demon's face.
The creature cried out in surprise, tumbling down the stairs, landing with a thud. Paige looked in Piper's direction and saw her sister regaining her footing, trying to calm her screaming son. "Now Piper!" Paige exclaimed, motioning at the fallen demon.
Piper glanced in Paige's direction and saw the creature, stirring as it attempted to right itself, dazed from the fall. With ease, she caused the demon to explode, leaving nothing behind but a pile of ashes. "Good job Paige." Piper said with a smile.
Her sister returned the grin. "See, the clothes were good for something."