Author's Notes: Thanx to all those that reviewed, I luv u! LOL I really do! Okay so without further ado, here chapter 4…Enjoy & Review and check out my new fic 'All Hell Breaks Loose Again'.
"We thought it would be nice if we took you out for lunch, Los Angeles has got some good restaurants on the strip." Evangeline said as she stopped at the red light. She was driving and Rain was in the front seat, while Prue was in back. Seeing her smile through the rearview mirror, Evangeline was happy that their new recruit was content.
"Yeah I know. It sounds tasty." Prue said as she made a face that gestured her hunger. Rain laughed as she applied red lipstick to herself looking in the mirror. They were all dressed comfortably, Rain had on a white skirt with a red top with her crimson hair dazzling in pigtails; Evangeline's braids were adorned beautifully around her dark blue halter top and she had on denim jeans; Prue had on one of Evangeline's skirts and a green shirt.
"With the demons, being brought back to life, settling in here, you could use a bit of release. If it's only for a couple of hours." Rain said looking over at Prue who smiled back.
"But I thank you guys though. You took me shopping, to the spa; now lunch…today was a pleasant surprise." Prue told them with a tone of gratitude. "I'm starting to really like Los Angeles; even though I just got here twenty four hours ago."
"Yeah well, Prue LA will grow on you like that." Evangeline told her as she pulled up to the restaurant.
"And here we are, The Romano Restaurant; the best in Italian cuisine. Shall we lunch girls?" Evangeline said with a sly look coming over to her face. Prue and Rain looked at each other and squealed; soon after, Evangeline joined in on it, and the car sounded like a siren. Getting out, the girls went into the restaurant which was chilly due to the air conditioning, but a scent of garlic and tomatoes quickly filled their noses. Just as they left to go inside, a demon appeared in front of the restaurant and looked at Evangeline's car. In an instant, he once again vanished and headed off back into the Demonic Underworld.
"Frida…Frida please don't die…I need you!" a man yelled in an alley. He was Hispanic with long black hair and tanned skin. His shirt was covered in blood as he held in his arms, Frida. There was a hole in the middle of her chest and crimson endlessly flowed from the death wound. Tears came from the Spanish man's eyes as the mugger with a loaded gun took Frida's purse that matched her dress and sped off up the block. Frida was turning cold as her lover held her and he began to cry, wailing out into the distance as Frida slowly began to leave the earth.
Suddenly and unknown to her lover, Frida appeared in a spirit form and hovered over her corpse. Lost for words as she saw killed self being held in the arms of her lover, Frida put a ghostly hand on her mouth, trying to cover up the anguish and tears that she too wanted to gush out as did the man.
"Escobar…Escobar I'm right here!" Frida yelled out to her mourning boyfriend. However, it to no avail and Escobar could not hear anything of which she had just said. This time, she was granted the right to cry as tears fell from her eyes. This was breaking her heart and she did not want to see Escobar in pain anymore, but unfortunately there was nothing she could do. As she turned around away from the scene, the Angel of Death began to walk over in his black shirt and pants, with his silver hair glistening in the rays of daylight.
"Frida Isabella Carmona Iglesias?" Death questioned as he looked at the spirit of Frida. Stopping her crying to try and process what was going on now, Frida fell victim to Death.
"I am Frida, what or who are you? God!" Frida questioned with a face that made Death do the unexpected. After her simple question, Death answered back with a simple fit of laughter. This just angered Frida more since she was not getting any answer from the Angel of Death.
"That's rich. God? No my dear, I am not God. But I will lead you to his Kingdom in Heaven." Death said as he extended his hand to the sky. With a glow that is commonly used on movies regarding this factor, Frida was enveloped in more light as she began to float up to Paradise; her final resting place for her spirit. Shaking his head while looking at Escobar, Death turned his back on the pained lover and went on his way. Stopping him however, was the demon outside the Italian Restaurant where Prue, Evangeline and Rain visited. Getting Death's attention, the two began to spark a conversation.
"So, where is she? You have been investigating all day. Give me some answers." Death told the demon. If it was under his command and it was following Prue, it was one of his coveted Hellions. This one was tall and had muscles bulging out sporadically through his leather jacket. His brown ponytail slicked to the side, the Hellion stared at Death with his magenta eyes full of flaming embers.
"I have finally tailed them. This whole day they were in Beverly Hills, shopping, going to the spa and such. Now they are out to eat. If they seem as simple minded as they act, then this mission to bring her back will be easier than we expected." The Flaming Hellion said a glint of laughter. However, Death did not see the hilarity in his words. In a snap Death knocked him over with a fierce backhand. Crashing to the floor and looking at the cold stare Death gave him, the Flaming Hellion decided to stay on the ground for a second.
"What the hell was that for?" the Hellion questioned his superior.
"You underestimate Prue Halliwell and her witch friends. In one quick move, everything could end in an instant." The Angel of Death said in a tone that meant business. However, his face remained neutral and did not show any slight inkling of rage or any other emotion. Blank and desolate, Death helped up the Flaming Hellion who was stunned at his boss.
"Keep an eye on them. When the time is right, you attack." Death finished as the Flaming Hellion shook his head in agreement, and quickly vanished from the scene. Death, all by his lonesome heard a familiar scream; a scream that meant someone has just met their fate.
"Hmm…Lucas Belding…I've been waiting." Death said gravely low. His turn to vanish, Death did so and went to collect the spirit that had been awaiting and calling out to him.
Some time later at the Romano Restaurant, Prue and her new Wiccan friends had scattered plates and silverware all around their table at the booth they were sitting at. All that was left in the plates were remains of tomato sauce and pasta that the girls just finished dining on. Sitting at the red booth, the girls were talking over glasses of wine, and they began to learn new things about each other; becoming more and more connected.
"I first knew I was a witch when I was nineteen. It's a hilarious story if you want to know." Evangeline said as she took a gentle swig of her thick red wine.
"Oh my God, I've heard this story a million times." Rain rolled her eyes as she took a drink of her white wine. Prue laughed lightly but was intrigued about the story.
"Tell it, Evangeline." Prue told her as she listened intently.
"Well, there was this guy in college who always was on my mind, you see. His name was Jonathan Stone and like, he was Mr. Popular in my business classes. Well I wanted him, I wanted him badly. So after about a few weeks of scheming I finally caught him all to myself." Evangeline said very enthused as Rain drank and rolled her eyes.
"Go on, girl. What happened next?" Prue asked with her eyes wide waiting to hear the rest of the tale.
"Okay, so we get to banging right…" Evangeline stopped as she, Prue and Rain began to laugh out loud by the vulgarity in Evangeline's tone as she began to describe and re-account her sexual experience with the popular Jonathan Stone.
"So, as he was doing it, and I began to climax, I screamed and all of a sudden he got hit by energy wave! I mean, he flew all the way back to the hallway! Lucky for us he was in a dorm where not a lot of people pass by, but on that night baby boy fell on his ass!" Evangeline said with laughter as the others joined in.
"I realized I was part of something special, so after coming to terms and stuff I indulged into the craft. It was interesting. I also decided that since I have all of this magic within me, I could protect people, so I used to hunt demons. Then I met Rain, and we did it together and became quite a force." Evangeline finished.
"That's great. You guys came to accept your magic and witchcraft easier than my sisters and I did." Prue said looking from Rain to Evangeline.
"Well, you all are the Charmed Ones. The ones destined to bring goodness in the world. Therein lied you all's conflict and why you couldn't come to terms so quicker than us." Rain said.
"True. But what I wouldn't give to visit the Manor. Evangeline if it's no trouble can we go? I can get my clothes and see what my sisters did to my stuff since I've been gone!" Prue asked with enthusiasm.
"Sure why not? San Francisco is not that far off. I'm due for a little night trip anyway." Evangeline said.
"Me too, let's go for it!" Rain said as she and Evangeline took out money to pay for the lunch, but they insisted for Prue not to pick up the tab. Already midday, the girls boarded the car and blasted out some music.
"San Francisco, here we go!" Evangeline said to a chorus of cheers from the passengers. With that, they drove off and headed for the Victorian Manor. Little did they know, the Flaming Hellion was right behind them with another smirk planted widely across his face.
"Don't worry Prue. I'll keep the home fires burning for you and you're friends in San Francisco…" the Flaming Hellion said as he went off in the destination of the three witches.
-Xtreme Slayer