Chapter two
The underworld was in uproar. A group of figures adorned in black robes stood in a huddle, their strange demonic voices all murmuring together, sounding like the angry buzz of a wasps nest.
"SILENCE!" One of them yelled. The crowd fell instantly silent. "We will never succeed in killing the witches if we continue to mutter like a bunch of idiots!" His voice echoed around the rough stone walls. There was a guilty silence. "We need to focus on the Witch that's carrying the child." He decided. "The child will be an even bigger threat to us than The Charmed Ones." At this, the murmuring began again. How was that possible? A baby, a bigger threat than the three most powerful good witches the world has ever known? That was impossible. "SILENCE YOU MUMBLING FOOLS!" He roared. "This child will cause the downfall of our kind. Of all evil. We need to move fast."
"Master, how..." One of the other demons began...but he didn't have a chance to finish. His master slung a high voltage energy ball in the direction of the interrupting voice, and it connected squarely with his stomach. His master watched with satisfaction as the demon burst into flames and eventually was sucked right out of existence by the fire.
"Does anyone else want to cross me?" He asked in a dangerously quiet voice, and turning around putting his back to them. "Well, it looks like I'll get all the glory for the demise of those filthy little Witches and become the new Source." He whirled back round to face them, and they coward under his icy stare from under the hooded robe. "And as soon as I'm crowned the new Source, I'll take care of you."...
BRRRIIIING! BRRRIIIING! The telephone rang out through the spacious rooms of Halliwell manor. Piper tipped the breakfast plates she was holding into the overflowing sink and wiped her hands on a towel. "I'll get that. Paige, could you wash up the last of the plates?"
"Sure." Piper clattered out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and picked up the ringing telephone. "Hello?" Her other sister's voice sounded desperate and worried on the other end of the line. "Phoebes, slow down," Piper coaxed. "What's wrong?"
"I had a premonition," Phoebe explained into her cell phone. "and not a good one. I'm on my way home in the car." Piper's heart leapt sickeningly in her chest. "What did you see?" She asked, dreading the answer. "Just stick with Paige, and be careful." Suddenly a horrible realisation hit Piper. "Something happens to me doesn't it?" She realised with shock. "Phoebes, it's okay, you can tell me."
"Okay, yes. Something..." Suddenly a loud scream tore through the ear piece like a knife, and made her pull her cell phone away from her ear. "PIPER!" She screamed into the phone. "PIPER!" She clicked off the tiny phone and tossed it over her shoulder onto the back seat. Then she gripped the steering wheel with both hands and hit the gas. She hoped that she wasn't too late.