Well it's finally here, CHAPTER 3! Yay! (Insert shouts and applause here.) Yes I realize it took three years for me to write it and it's really short, but it's not my fault. The whole world is conspiring against me. My laptop officially died a while back and is still not fixed. And I HAD MY B-DAY! YAY! I love being a teen. Anyway, I've been writing this chappy on the family computer, and my SISTER keeps using it. I HATE YOU AMANDA. YA I KNOW YOU HEARD THAT WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT HUH? YEA THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. Anyway, without further ado, I bring you, the lovely and hyperbolic CHAPTER 3!

Chapter3

Hunter sat coolly on the couch in the living room, his arm slung over the back. Parker walked in through the kitchen entrance, and sat down next to him.

"So," she said as nonchalantly as possible. "I see you've met my family."

"Yea," he sighed. "They're very... interesting."

Parker laughed. "Yea, they are." There was a long, uncomfortable silence. Parker clicked her teeth, while Hunter rocked back and forth on his cushion.

"So–"

"Uh–" they started at the same time. This was followed by a few chuckles, and sighs.

'God this is uncomfortable.' Parker heard from Hunters mind.

"So...uh, listen," he continued. "About what happened yesterday,"

"Yea, I was just about to ask about that,"

"Listen, I'm not a demon if that's what you were thinking."

"Yea I know. You're a Warlock."

'Dammit, she knows.' Parker was beginning to think maybe he was evil. She shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"Ex–Warlock." he corrected. Parker was a little shocked at this. Was it possible to be an ex–Warlock? She had never heard of it before.

"What do you mean, ex–Warlock."

"I mean, I used to be a Warlock, but then I quit." he explained, though none of this was making sense to Parker.

"So, you can just quit being evil?" she asked hopefully. Maybe he wasn't evil after all.

"Well it's not that easy." Hunter said. "I mean it's not like you can just snap your fingers and 'poof!' you're not evil anymore. It's a long, hard process. Takes a very long time."

"How long?" Parker asked cautiously. She had heard of the longevity of Warlocks, and was afraid of the answer.

"Well, it took me, I'd say, about two-hundred years." This was what she had been afraid of.

"Exactly how old are you?"

"Well, it's hard to keep track," he answered, looking up, as if to find the answer on the ceiling. "But I'd say about three-hundred, give or take."

'Great,' she thought to herself in defeat. 'I like a guy who's older than my great-grandparents.'

"So then why do you look, like, my age?" she inquired

"Well, because this is what I looked like when I became a Warlock." he explained. Parker raised an eyebrow at him.

"Became a Warlock?" the young woman questioned. "You mean you haven't always been one?"

"No," he replied as though the accusation hurt. "I used to be human, until the Source recruited me and turned me evil. But now I'm human again."

"Well you're obviously not very human," Parker shot back. "Because most humans I know, can't do what you did to that Warlock yesterday. Exactly, what did you do to him?"

"Well, you're a Witch. You kill Demons every day. You understand."

"Yea, but it's different." she corrected. "When I kill Demons, it's for the greater good. When you kill them, it's just so you can get their powers."

'Damn, how does she know all this stuff about me?' Parker heard from his mind. 'It must be that Book of hers. I'll have to get rid of that.' Parker was on an emotional rollercoaster. 'He's evil, he's not evil. He's evil, he's not evil.' It was driving her insane.

"Well, when I kill Demons, it helps the greater good too." Hunter retorted. "Getting their powers is just a happy, little side-effect."

"Whatever." Parker sighed in defeat. There was another awkward silence. Finally, Hunter decided to speak.

"Well, I should probably go." he said, to Parker's dismay. He got up to leave, and she was just about to do something to stop him, when he turned around.

"Listen," he started cautiously. "If you ever wanted to, I dunno, do something sometime. I'll be around." And with that, he walked out the door.

'Did he just ask me out?'

Paige, Piper, and Phoebe rushed into the living room from their hiding place behind the kitchen door. Paige hurried over to her daughter and tried to give her a huge hug. A very confused Parker pushed her away, but to no avail. She eventually gave in, and let her mother hug her until her face turned blue, and she finally shrugged out of her grasp.

"What was that for?" she asked confusedly, rubbing her bruised rib.

"She's just happy for you." Piper explained, as she sat down in the chair facing the couch.

"Happy?" Parker said quizzically. "What for?" Something suddenly dawned on her. "Have you three been eavesdropping?"

"I ain't been dropping no eves sir. Honest." Paige joked, quoting Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings. A.N (Just in case you didn't know.) This received a laugh from everyone in the room except for Parker, who was still mad at the sisters for interrogating Hunter, and now for listening in on their conversation. She was doing her best to keep her anger under control, after what happened just a few minuets ago.

"Did you seriously think we would stand in the kitchen and not listen?" Phoebe asked in disbelief. "Just remember to be careful, dating a Warlock and all." Parker raised her eyebrows at this last warning.

"First of all, I'm not dating him," she corrected. "And second of all, I don't think I should be taking any dating advice from you miss 'I'm gonna marry the Source of all Evil!'

"She's got you there." Piper pointed out amusedly, a grin on her face. Phoebe threw up her hands in defeat.

"All I'm sayin'." A timer went off in the kitchen. Piper got up from the chair and head for the kitchen door.

"Dinner's in five." She called back over her shoulder, as she pushed through the door.

"So when's the big date?" Phoebe asked, settling into the now empty chair.

"I don't know," Parker answered with a sigh. "He kinda' left it open."

"He's afraid of commitment." Phoebe answered knowingly. Parker gave her an evil look.

"Would you two quit analyzing this!" she half screamed. The two women stared dumbfoundedly at her, as she continued. "I'm going to wash up for dinner." And with that she stormed out of the living room, leaving two confused witches in her wake.

Parker spent the next few days thinking about Hunter. She took a walk around the neighborhood every day, hoping to run into him, but she had no such luck. She even thought of summoning a demon, to see if he might come to save her. But one night, while sitting in her room, looking at his picture in the Book of Shadows, she thought of a better idea. It was so simple, she didn't know why she hadn't thought of it before. 'I can just summon him.' She took the book up the attic, and put it on its pedestal.

"Magic forces, Black and White, reaching out through space and light. Be he far or be he near, bring me the Warlock Danowar here."

At that exact moment, the Warlock Danowar was in the underworld, speaking with his master.

"What is it you would have me do?" he asked to the cloaked figure. "I'm moving as fast as I can. This is a very delicate operation."

"Yes I know that!" the figure barked. "But I need you to speed things along; we're running out of time."

"I have others duties as well." Danowar argued. "We have to keep up appearances. We can't risk anyone finding out what—" He never finished his sentence, for just then, he was swept up in a swirl of white lights.

He reappeared in the attic of the Halliwell Manor. Looking around to get his bearings, he came face-to-face with Parker. He jumped in surprise, wondering what Parker was doing in the underworld, until he realized where he was and things started to make sense.

"Parker," he said cautiously, still confused with why she summoned him. "What am I doing here?"

"I summoned you because I want to answer your question." she answered with authority, though she had over-excited butterflies in her stomach that were making it hard to keep a smile from breaking out on her face.

"Oh," he breathed to himself, as his heart fluttered. He immediately wondered why. "So…?"

"Yes." she answered quickly, breathing a sigh of relief with getting it over with. "Yes I'll 'do something sometime.'"

"Well how 'bout we make it a little less general," he suggested, switching into flirt mode. "Say, Saturday?"

"Saturday would be wonderful." she beamed, clapping her hands together in excitement.

"Great," Hunter exclaimed. "I'll be by around seven, okay?"

"Alright." She said, silently rejoicing.

"So I'll see you then," Hunter said with finality. He waved playfully, and then blinked out. As soon as he was gone, Parker set the smile free, and did her little happy dance before rushing to her room.