Hey, folks! Here's another chapter for y'all to read until I get back on my writing feet and get more consistent and anti-lazy. Until then, though, enjoy this! And to all y'all who ain't reviewin', let's click that button at the bottom of the screen, please!

Raya: I mean, you just don't know who to trust these days, right…?

chyp: Yeah, I decided to come out of hiding and give people a chance to really get to know the real me! What a let down, I know! But take me for who and what I am!


"Not as a date, conceited," Samantha reassured, "but just to talk about why your house, on 934 Eaton Avenue, always seems to be having 'power surges.'"

James suppressed the smile that had been trying to force its way onto his mouth; he knew that she had been coming on to him for as long as he had convinced himself that he had wanted to flirt with her, but he didn't want to be the first to admit it. After all, he had just come out of an otherwise dead-end relationship with a woman who turned out to be a demon.

"How long will it take for some people to come have a look?" James asked.

"Is that a 'yes?'" Samantha asked wryly.

"It's a 'how long will it take,'" James replied with a smug look.

"I can't say," Samantha answered. "Not until I get an answer out of you."

"I'd love to play this game with you," James began, "but I have better things to do. If you can't help me, then I'll have to help myself. I can take care of it myself."

"If so," Samantha asked, "then why did you come down here in the first place?"

"Bye," James responded.

He stood up and walked out of her office slowly, feeling her staring at him every step of the way. Since he didn't have to look at her anymore, he let a small grin sneak across his face. He wasn't aware, but Samantha was doing the same.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Armstrong," Samantha said. "I know I will."

"Jimmy," James called, not looking back, as he exited her office.

"I know," she said to herself. "Or is it James White…?"


James walked outside to Wesley's car and had just gotten in when his cell phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and opened it. It said 'Home.' Good, he thought to himself, Matt's calling to apologize. He pressed the 'call' button and was about to give his younger brother grief when the voice on the other line beat him to it.

"Jimmy!" Wesley cried. "It's about time you answered! There was…and he broke…Matt…the Book…don't know where…!"

"Wesley?" James asked his frantic sounding youngest brother. "You have to speak slower. You're breaking up and I can't hear you good."

"Matt…" Wesley repeated, although he still wasn't getting through to James clearly. "…I don't know…you…come home!"

"Okay," James said, a little worried now. "I'm on my way. Hang tight and stay safe until I get there."

With that, he hung up the phone and sped out of the parking lot, unaware of the pair of blue eyes that seemed to watch him as he drove off. So many things were running through his mind because of Wesley's call. Although demons and warlocks had been attacking over the summer, none of them had been able to succeed in killing any of the brothers. Why would things become so much worse now that they were back together, when they were the strongest? Nothing made any sense as he ran through yellow lights all the way home.


Normally, the power company was about forty-five minutes from James' house, but given the amount of urgency in Wesley's voice, he managed to get home in less than half the time it usually took. The entire trip home, he tried to piece together whatever it was that Wesley was trying to say. All he could guess was that Wesley and Matthew had been attacked by a demon and something about their Book of Light, their most sacred and important spell book that they had inherited when they became witches.

He roared into the parking lot of his and his brothers' house and jumped out of the car, forgetting to turn it off. He noticed this as he saw the car begin rolling backwards. He quickly ran back inside, hit the brakes, and turned off the car. As he ran towards the house, the front door flung open without anyone even touching it! While this would have come across as strange to James a year ago, he had since become one of the Complete, one of the three most powerful witches in the world, along with his brothers. From that moment, he had acquired the power of telekinesis; moving objects with his mind no longer came as a surprise to him.

"Matt? Wesley?" he called out as he entered the house.

"Jimmy!" Wesley shouted as he ran into the living room. The look on his face said it all; something was very wrong.

"You okay?" James asked, looking around. "Where's Matt?"

"I don't know," Wesley answered quickly. "That's what I was telling you on the phone! A demon attacked here and one minute he was here with me and the next, he was…"

"A demon?" James asked.

"Yeah," Wesley said. "He looked like a fog at first, then turned into a guy and I tried to freeze him, but it didn't work. Matt went to kick him and he flew into me. He knocked the demon into me pretty hard and I got knocked out. When I woke up, they were both gone!"

"Gone?" James asked. "Where did he go?"

"Do I look like I know?" Wesley snapped.

"Okay," James said defensively, "this is no time to get mad at each other. Did you look in the Book for any clues?"

"That's the thing," Wesley said. "It's gone. I told you all of this over the phone!"

"The Book is gone?" James asked.

"Yes," Wesley said.

"The Book of Light is gone?" James asked again.

"Yes," Wesley said again.

"Our Book of Light is gone?" James asked one more time.

"Yes," Wesley answered again.

"But the Book is protected against evil," James claimed. "Nothing evil can even touch it, unless…"

"The demon took Matt," Wesley said.

"And Matt has the Book," James added.


Oh no! This doesn't look good at all, does it? Matt's gone! He's the only brother that has any common sense! It's never good when he's not around! Meanwhile, what's with this Samantha chick? Why does she know James' real name?