"Damn it!" DJ exclaimed angrily as he finally released his tense grip on the bars stopping their escape. Father and son had been trapped in the small office in the police station for almost fifteen minutes now, and their cries for help had so far gone unanswered. Neither could believe that Jameson actually had the nerve to lock them in…the persistent inspector had turned out to be more ambitious and cunning then they had originally thought.
He knew that the Morris' wanted to stop his investigation, and although he was rather new to the division, he had been quick to figure out that the two knew more about the Halliwell's then they were letting on.
Trapping them, and preventing their interference had been a wise move on his part….and it was a move that could very well result in the Halliwell's being found out once and for all.
"Why the hell are there bars on the windows anyway?" DJ demanded hotly as he gave them yet another shake. "This is where the inspectors work, not where prisoners are kept."
Darryl slowly lifted his head to look up at his son. After trying to call the manor several more times, he had finally given up hope. He now sat slouched in his chair trying with all his might to fight back the tears prickling behind his eyes.
"Because." He began quietly. "This is still a police station…suspects are sometimes questioned or moved into various rooms, we can't risk them making a run for it."
The boy nodded slowly and glared over at the strong metal bars. "Just our luck."
Hardly hearing his sons bitter words, Darryl looked back down at his desk. The truth still hadn't had time to fully sink in…it was so hard to believe, that after all of these years, after so many challenges, he had finally failed to protect his dearest friends. He had come close to failing before…very close. He had even doubted that protecting their secret really was worth so much sacrifice…but he had always managed to pull though…things had always worked out in the end…
But this time, he didn't see how it could possible be okay.
Almost the entire SFPD was about to arrive at the manor…there was so much evidence against them…because of the spell, the mere sight of almost any of the Halliwell's was enough to confirm that they weren't exactly normal…
They would capture Mel…capture the boys…
Question them…study them…expose them…
It was a horrible thought….
"I know!" DJ exclaimed suddenly, breaking his father away from his troubled reflections. "We can try calling Leo, Paige, Wyatt or Chris." He paused, and Darryl could see that his brown eyes wide with desperate hope. "I mean, they're whitelighters…and they can hear when people call out their names. If we can get a hold of one of them, and warn them to get out of the manor, then maybe things will be okay…"
The older man hesitated slightly, not allowing himself to believe that a solution could possibly be that easy. "Maybe…" he replied, giving his son a sad smile. "Try it."
DJ nodded quickly and began shouting their names as loud as he could, hoping that, by some miracle, they would actually be able to hear. "LEO." He called, his voice echoing through the small room. "PAIGE. WYATT. CHRIS. Come on guys! If you can hear me, orb here…it's an emergency!"
The Morris' waited.
Five seconds.
Ten seconds.
A minute.
But there was no shimmer of blue lights…no soothing chiming of bells…nothing happened.
They weren't going to come.
"dn." DJ swore again, his heart sinking as he forced himself to face the fact that it wasn't going to work. "Wyatt come on!" he tried again, still hoping that his friend would, by some miracle, appear before him. "Wyatt! You need to orb your ass over here right now!"
Once again, his cry received no response.
"I didn't think it would work." Darryl stated sadly, his eyes dropping to the floor again as he allowed feelings of defeat to overcome him.
They had tried. They had failed. It was all over…
He couldn't do it any more.
He was helpless…
"I'm pretty sure whitelighters can only here their charges, and possibly family members in the case of Wyatt, Chris and Paige." The man explained. "They can't hear us DJ. They won't come. There's nothing we can do."
DJ eyes widened again, and he turned to face his father in disbelief. "Dad?" he began, his voice tentative and unsure. "What are you talking about? We can't just give up. We have to do something…we have to keep trying…"
"There's nothing to try, son. We're trapped, the phone isn't working, no one is around to let us out…and we're probably already too late anyway. I don't like this any more then you do, but we have to be realistic here…"
As sad smile crossed the older mans face once again. He could not help but find a glimmer of inspiration in his son's persistent enthusiasm. He could remember being that young…being so sure that there was nothing he couldn't over come…
But his years on the force had taught him that, sometimes, things really were out of his control. He had seen dozens of innocent people loose everything just because they happened to wrong place at the wrong time…he had seen guilty men walk away on legal technicalities…
There was only so much he could do. And he had done it all.
It was just unfortunate that, this time, that hadn't been enough.
"I can't believe you're saying this, dad!" DJ exclaimed, glaring down at his father accusingly. "You were always the one that taught me never to stop trying. You always said I could do anything, so long as I never gave up. We have to think of something. We have to do absolutely everything we can to save them."
Darryl gave a heavy sigh. "I'm not trying to be hypocritical…but what if we have done everything we can?" he asked, slowly locking his deep brown eyes directly on his sons. "We're just mortals DJ. We can't fix magical messes like these. We don't have the power to do that. We-"
"I am NOT listening to this." DJ snapped before Darryl had a chance to finish his last sentence. "If you're not going to help me think of a solution, fine. But there is no way in hell I am going to give up." He paused and drew a deep shaking breath. Fiery determination flashed across his face, and his hands tightened into to tense fists. "Mel's in trouble." He stated. "And I'm going to save her."
With that, the young man began a frantic dash around the room looking for something –anything- that was strong enough to bust them out of their confinement.
For several long seconds, Darryl could not bring himself to do anything but simply watch. The realization slowly began to sink in as his son's final words rang heavy in the air.
Despite their current predicament, his despair began to wane as he watched DJ's feverish search…and as he realized what it meant.
It made so much sense now…
He knew why DJ had insisted on helping with this particular problem. He knew why the boy had wanted to come to the manor…
He knew why his heart and soul were so entirely devoted to this one hopeless task…
He loved her.
He loved Mel.
And despite their imprisonment, despite the futility of it all, the young man wouldn't accept defeat…
He wouldn't give up on his love.
Slowly, but with more determination then he had felt all day, Darryl rose from his seat and began to help his son look for a way to create an escape.
He glanced briefly over at DJ, and a genuine smile crossed his face. Maybe it would work out…maybe they would find an escape…
He knew that he had been wrong to give up hope…
He knew that there was still a chance that things could be okay…
And most of all, he knew that they weren't as powerless as he had thought.
They may be mere mortals, but they did have one very important, and very strong, power to lead them ahead…
The one force that was stronger then all else…
Love...
That was all they needed to keep their hopes alive.
He wouldn't give up yet.
He couldn't.
Love could always find a way…
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"Cronous." Piper read as she joined her younger sister in front of the book of shadows. "He was originally a lower level demon, but he has used his spell casting ability to accumulate power over the past several centuries. Although he can now be classified as an upper level demon, he still prefers to work under the guidance of more prestigious demons. Extent of powers is unknown, but he is said to have energy balls, conjuring, and possibly shape shifting…"
"That sounds like our guy." Leo stated, a slight smile lighting up his face.
This entire ordeal had taken a toll on the entire Halliwell family, but this new glimmer of hope had instantly given them all the determination they needed to put an end to the magical mess. Both Cole and Phoebe were pulsing with excitement as their memories slowly began to recall the critical events of the previous night; they more then anybody knew that Coronus was indeed the demon responsible.
Piper and Leo looked almost as relieved, and Emily was pacing the room in anticipation.
There was no doubt that the mood in the small Halliwell attic had uplifted significantly in the past five minutes.
"I know it's him." Phoebe confirmed, her hands jittering slightly as she reached up to touch the image drawn in the old family tome. I recognise him from the underworld, and from my vision. He was working with Demetrius, and he must have used his spell casting abilities to create the true nature spell last night."
Cole nodded in agreement and placed a supportive arm around his wife's back. "She's right, that's the guy. I can't believe we forgot to check up on him."
The oldest Charmed one nodded slowly as she continued to skim over the entry. "The description fits." She muttered. "Can't believe the name though…"
"What do you mean?" Phoebe asked quickly, worried that Piper was already doubting her discovery. She was happy to have finally done something useful for the mission, and she didn't want her sister shoot her theory down.
"No, no." Piper replied, rolling her eyes at the worry in Phoebe voice. "I don't mean that I don't believe you. I was just pointing out how strange it is that the two demons responsible for this crisis are named Cronuos and Demetrius…remember the Titians? Two of them were named Cronuos and Demetrius too."
Phoebe gave a quiet sigh of relief and smiled over at her sister. "You're right. I didn't even notice."
"Well," Cole cut in, happy to lend his demonic expertise. "A lot of demons are given names that originally belonged to notorious big baddies. It's seen as a prestigious way to name a young demon…it's supposed to show status and potential for power."
"And no baddies are bigger then the Titians…so I guess that makes sense." Phoebe noted, a smirk pulling at the corners of her mouth as she briefly recalled their encounter with the powerful mythological figures.
"Right, well, I guess it doesn't really matter anyway." Piper continued, forcing herself to look back down at the book. "The point is we found him, and this whole stupid mess is going to be over."
"Just in time too." Leo cut in, glancing down at his old silver watch. "It's almost seven o'clock- that means we have just over an hour to reverse the spell before it becomes permanent."
The oldest Charmed one could not help but shiver slightly as she was reminded of how close they were to loosing the small degree of normalcy she had worked so hard to uphold in her family. She was glad that they had managed to figure it out in time- and she would be eternally grateful to Phoebe for piecing it all together.
Things would be back to normal soon.
Her husband and sons wouldn't be angels anymore. Her niece and brother and law wouldn't be demons. (Not outwardly, anyway…)
They could all put this horrible ordeal behind them and move on with their lives…
She smiled at the thought, and relief washed over her entire body.
It was finally going to end…
"Good." Piper stated, meeting her husband's eyes for a brief second before continuing to read from the old family tome. "It says that to reverse a spell Coronus has cast, all we have to do is vanquish him. That should set things right."
Phoebe clapped her hands together in excitement and anticipation. "Sounds simple enough. Does it say how exactly he can be vanquished?"
"Yep. The power of three is required- and to be on the safe side we should use both a spell and a potion."
"We've certainly got enough potions." Cole noted, glancing over at the heaping supply he, Phoebe and Paige had prepared in the kitchen.
Piper nodded in agreement. "Definitely." She paused. "And if the kids have managed to come up with a decent spell, we're all set."
"He was accompanied by other demons in his vision." Phoebe noted hesitantly as she recalled the images she had recently seen. "They had darklighter arrows too."
She hated to worry her older sister, but she knew it was imperative to report every detail of the upcoming attack.
"Like we haven't seen enough of those in the past two days…" Piper muttered bitterly, her face breaking into a frown as she thought of the weapon that could so easily destroy almost half of her family.
Noticing his wife's displeasure, Leo instantly rushed to her side and placed a supportive arm around her back. "It'll be fine, honey." He soothed. "If you want, the boys and I will stay downstairs during the attack, and I'm sure Paige will manage to TK arrows away from her if need be."
The witch nodded, feeling somewhat satisfied with his answer. If she was going to truly focus on her task, she needed to feel sure that her husband and sons would stay safe. Heaven knew they had suffered enough in the past twenty four…
She couldn't stand to see any of them get hurt again.
"Okay then," she began, drawing a deep breath to steady herself. "Phoebe, Cole, Emily- arm yourselves with as many potions as you can. We'll fill Paige in on what we've found, and summon the demon- if his minions show up too, so be it- we'll be ready." She paused briefly and looked up into her husband's captivating green eyes. "Leo honey, I want you to take the boys and Jenny into the dining room and set up crystals- there is no way I'm letting any of you near the attic if darklighter arrows are going to be involved."
"What about the spell?" Leo asked, not overly pleased that his wife would not allow him to help with the vanquish. "Shouldn't we get that sorted out first? The book said you needed one…why don't we see what the kids have come up with?"
Piper nodded again. "Right- of course." She muttered, feeling the anticipation begin to well inside of her. She knew that the time of reckoning was fast approaching. Everything was coming together…it would all end soon…
"Chris! Wyatt!" she called, hoping her boys would quickly orb up and deliver the last critical ingredient- no vanquish was complete with out a good power of three spell.
The five adults waited quietly in the attic for the sound of twinkling orbs and a glimmer of blue lights.
None came.
"Chris!" the anxious mother tried again, trying to ignore the slight dread forming in the pit of her stomach. Her boys almost always responded to her calls instantly…especially in times like these…
Why hadn't they come?
"Wyatt!"
Still, there was nothing.
"Paige!" she tried. "Paige, orb up here now."
The desperation was now evident in her voice, and hot tears began to form in her wide brown eyes. She wasn't sure exactly how, but she suddenly knew that something bad had happened.
She knew something had gone terribly wrong…
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"Feels good to relax a bit." Mel sighed as she flopped back down on the couch after her brief, but refreshing trip into the back yard. She was so relived to have finally come up with a decent vanquishing spell, and she could not help but feel proud of her breakthrough. The smile on her demonic face refused to go away.
Feeling undeniably light hearted, the girl grinned over at Jenny her two angelic cousins. "These past few days have put me through hell." She stated, trying to force a straight face. "…literally."
Chris gave a short laugh at the girls joke as he stretched out his tired limbs. "Well, despite appearances, it certainly hasn't been a heavenly experience for us either." He replied, inciting an eye roll from his brother and a quiet giggle from Jenny.
"You think you're so funny Christopher…" Wyatt muttered as began working out the kinks that had formed in his shoulders from his hours of hunched over spell writing.
"You're so wrong, Wy." The younger brother shot back playfully. "I don't think I'm funny…I know I'm funny."
Wyatt snorted. "There's a difference between being a neurotic, smart ass and being funny."
"As if you know what you're talking abo-"
"Boys!" Mel cut in, taking on a surprisingly convincing parental tone. "Don't force me to break up another one of you're stupid fights. I've had more then enough of your childish antics for one day."
Chris snorted at his cousin's remark, and the glare he had been directing at his brother softened. "It's scary how much you sound like our mom sometimes." The witch-whitelighter stated, glancing over in her direction.
"Well, someone has to keep you two under control when she's not around." Mel replied. "Age obviously has nothing to do with maturity in this family…"
"Hey!" Wyatt retorted in mock anger. "I'm mature! Chris, on the other hand…"
The demonic witch rolled her eyes at her oldest cousin's persistent taunting of his younger brother. Wyatt was always eager to poke fun of Chris in any way possible- and in her opinion it showed that he probably was the less mature of the two brothers. Chris could be short tempered and quarrelsome too…but he could easily revert to serious mode and get down to business when necessary. It was Wyatt that most enjoyed picking fights, and Wyatt that tended to get crabby when things didn't exactly go his way…
"What are you kids up to?" a new voice inquired from across the room, breaking Mel away from her thoughts. Having just finished cleaning up after the potion making, Paige walked in from the kitchen, and was heading over to join them on the couches.
"Not much." Chris replied, looking up at his aunt. "Mel came up with a good spell a few minutes ago, so we're sot of taking some time to relax."
The charmed one gave a quiet chuckle. "Lord knows we all need to relax." She stated, taking a seat next to her niece and rolling back her shoulders to work out a few kinks. "It's been a rather eventful two days."
"That's an understatement." Wyatt muttered.
The others nodded in agreement.
They all knew that their ordeal wasn't quite over yet, but they could not help but feel as if it was coming to a close. They had a spell, after all…they had potions…and chances were their parents had figured out the source of the problem by now, and were just about ready to set things right.
The four part whitelighters and one part demon all felt more clam then they had in quite some time.
"Do you think we should give mom and dad the spell?" Chris asked, glancing between the others.
"You do it." Wyatt replied with a loud yawn. "I don't feel like moving."
Chris scoffed. "It doesn't involve much moving Wy. You're a whitelighter; you can orb your lazy a upstairs in seconds flat."
"Orbing takes effort."
"Hardly." The younger brother shot back in mild annoyance. "It's no harder then breathing…"
"Really?" a third voice cut in. "It can't be that easy…"
Chris turned away from his aggravating older brother and looked over at Jenny. She had been rather quiet for the past while, and he suddenly felt very guilty for not paying her more attention. He had, after all, sworn to himself that he would do everything he could to help her adjust to the craziness of the situation. He could only imagine how confusing the past twenty four hours had been for her…and his neglect was not helping to clear up any of her worry…
"It's pretty easy." He replied, looking into her soft blue eyes. "Like I said before, it just takes a bit of time. But once you do it once by yourself, you'll see how easily it comes. Don't worry...when this whole mess is sorted out, I'll teach you how to do it."
Chris could have sworn that he heard Wyatt making quiet kissy noises behind his back, but he chose to ignore it. He had had enough of Wyatt's teasing for one day…acknowledging it, would only make it worse.
"Thanks." Jenny replied, smiling shyly as she averted her gaze down at the floor. "I can't wait to learn."
"And I'll teach you all of the best spells." Mel added, also wanting to re assure the girl. Despite yesterday's tiff, she truly meant what she had said last night- she wanted a female witch to hang out with- she always had- and she was not willing to let this opportunity pass her by. "Glamour charms, easy vanquishing spells…"
"Don't forget cleaning spells." Paige cut in, with a wide smile. "Every witch needs to learn those."
Jenny smiled up at the Halliwell's, thrilled to have found such a great group of people that were more then willing to help her adjust to this new life. She had always hated being an only child, and it was wonderful to be around other people her age- and with whom she had something in common.
"Can I cast all types of spells? Anything I want?" the girl asked, feeling slightly excited at the thought. There seemed to be almost no limit to magic…
Chris shook his head. "Not exactly." He replied. "There are rules and limitations. Spells for pure personal gain aren't allowed…that can lead to major consequences- trust me."
The others nodded, all recalling the wiccan complications they had faced over the years. Paige in particular had always had issues with the 'personal gain consequences'- and even after all this time she still felt that the rules were stupid. She saved the world every week…that should entitle her to at least a few magical clean ups…
Before the lighthearted conversation could continue, however, a sudden scratching noise from the front hall way caused each of the rooms inhabitants to abruptly redirect their attention.
"You guys hear that?" Wyatt asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yeah." Paige replied after another few seconds of silence, and another distinct scratch. "There must be someone- or something there."
The five waited quietly, listening for any indication of what had caused the sound.
"It almost sounds like…a saw." Mel muttered, her heart beating frantically in her chest. Maybe the demon they were after had come after them instead…maybe it was something even worse.
He mind began to race as she went over the possibilities. It sounded like something was trying to get in…
But, if it was something supernatural, why wouldn't they just shimmer or flame…?
"I'm going to check it out." Paige stated, trying to stay calm for her niece and nephews. "I'm sure it's nothing…"
The youngest charmed one slowly rose from her seat and inched cautiously towards the from entrance way. She could still hear the strange sound…
It was getting closer…
Louder…
Her heart pumped rapidly…she didn't know what it could be…but whatever it was, it probably wasn't good.
Summoning up her courage, Paige stepped around the corner, hands ready to orb away any demonic foe that might stand before her.
But- she realized in one shocking instant- it wasn't a demon at all.
No…it was worse then that.
Much worse.
The door swung open in one swift movement, and Paige found herself face to face with fifty members of the San Francisco police department…
For several moments she was too shocked to even flinch. The tall balding man in front stood starring at her with a mixture of shock and satisfaction…the others stared too…
It was obvious that they had never seen a real live angel before…
Barely able to breathe, Paige raised a shaking hand in hopes that her power could at least orb away some of the threat…but before she could release the slightest ounce of magic, or even scream for help, the tall man before her raised his gun.
The witch-whitelighter felt a sharp stinging in her neck as a tranquilizer dart struck, and mere seconds later, the world fell into darkness…
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Inspector Jameson looked down at the body of the fallen woman.
A part of him was still in shock…he had seen the video…he had heard the testimony…but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that real angels, with real feathered wings, actually existed…
The proof, however, was clearly before him. The woman on the ground was no normal woman…he was absolutely certain of that…
And if Jakes testimony and the home video footage was anything to go by, she was not the only one of her kind.
There were more to be found…more in this very house.
He could not suppress the wide grin that was beginning to form across his middle aged face- this was the discovery of the century- this was going to make him famous.
His days as a mediocre cop were over…and Benjamin P. Jameson was a name that would forever be remembered and revered…
Even the meddlesome Morris' hadn't managed to stop him this time. He had made it into the house virtually undetected…he had already caught one of the freaks…
He wanted this job to be quick, and quiet. They hadn't sounded their sirens as they approached. They had used the finest in police technology to quietly cut through the lock and gain access…
"Aunt Paige…" a worried voice called from around the corner. "Are you okay?"
Jamison smiled and, gripping his tranq gun tightly, crept further into the old Victorian manor.
He gestured for some of the men behind him to follow suit. He still wasn't sure what to expect, but he knew that he would be safer with backup.
Two sets of foot steps approached the entrance way.
They came closer…
And closer…
Jameson waited silently, his anticipation building and his finger on the trigger…victory was so close he could almost taste it.
"Aunt Paige?"
The owner of the voice stepped around the corner.
He was a young dark haired boy who would have seemed entirely normal if not for the large pair of white feathered wings protruding from his back.
Jamison instantly recognised him form the video…
"Wha-" the young angel gaped, clearly stunned. But before he could finish even the first word, he too crumpled to the floor as a dart struck him deep in the shoulder.
A girl soon followed…
A girl that could only be the one Jake had described. Inhuman red skin…piercing yellow eyes…
Jameson had never seen a creature so monstrous.
She too was struck by a tranquilizer…she too fell helplessly to the ground.
The inspector and three of his companions stealthily crept around the corner…two more stood in the living room. One- the young man- managed to throw one of the officers into the wall with a mere flick of his hand- but several more shots ensured that he too was quickly subdued.
It had all been so fast.
So perfect.
Without speaking, Jameson gestured for his colleges to take the five unconscious specimens out side for transport back to the station. Perhaps there was more to be discovered inside this mysterious house, but for now, the inspector felt it best to collect what he could and make a quick and quiet exit.
He didn't want to risk running into trouble…
He could always come back and investigate later…
But he would relish in this victory first.
He would study them…expose them…
Smirking with satisfaction, Jameson watched as two officers carried the last specimen out the door.
Four angels, one demon…undeniable proof of what many had written off as pure nonsense...
This was a discovery that would change the world forever…
This was a day that would forever go down in history…
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A/N Well, there you go. I'm so sorry for the wait- I have various excuses- but I'll spare you my rambling. Yes, I'm still alive and writing.
I contemplated this chapter for ages…and I hope it made some degree of sense. Darryl and DJ- still trapped ( and too late) but determined to get out. The adults- preparing for a vanquish, un aware of what happened to the rest of the family. The kid's and Paige- caught completely off guard by Jameson, and for now, in a very sticky situation. I know it may seem a bit odd that the people in the attic didn't hear what was going on down stairs…but I tried to establish that Jameson was trying to be as quiet as possible- to catch them by surprise. Work with me on that one- and keep in mind that this is fictional…and thus I make the rules;) And oh yes, to make matters worse, as Leo pointed out, there is only one hour left before the spell stays in effect for ever….
Since ya'll are probably pretty concerned at this point, I assure you that…YES, this will be HAPPY in the end. Happiness is closer then you may think…
Please Review! I'm so curious to hear your reactions (I've been worried about writing this part- I hope you don't hate me for torturing the characters even more;))
Miss Poisonous- I'm guessing you hate me now…sorry about the cop thing. I've been planning it this way from the beginning…but you and others who seem to want the cops not to find them, and that made me hesitate in posting this chapter. But after much contemplation I decided to just go with the original plat. Sorry. You must tell me what you think ….I'm so afraid…will the angry mob cometh? ;)
chattypandagurl- thanks so much…yes, this has been quite a bit like this season of charmed. How strange. I was a little mad when I saw that what happened on the show was similar to my plan for my story, lol.
JadeAlmasy- Again, sorry for the wait. Thanks so much for taking the time to review!
Alyssa Halliwell- Yes, Wyatt was a very bad boy. Glad you liked the cop bits in the last chapter!
Phoenix5143- You seem to want this to wrap up…so I'm sorry for this one last complication. I've been contemplating this chapter for ages, and I decided just to go a head with the original plan…I still assure you that happiness is on it's way. Very soon.
foureverCharmed- Yay! I'm so happy that you thin I'm good at P/L fluff. I Try…but I also think that there is so many good P/L stories out there that it is hard to pull off a scene that isn't too typical or reprtitive.
The-Cheese-Fairy- lol, I never really like Phoebe until I started writing this…glad I've help us both like the character a little bit more. Hope you enjoyed hearing more about Darryl in this chapter…I agree, he's an under explored character on the show. Sorry for such a long delay…oh, and glad you liked Piper's cherub comment- that was my attempt at humour in the last chapter;)
phoebe turner- I think that using a spell would be too easy…and it would make the story far less exciting. I like torturing the characters. Again, sorry for taking such a long time.
Charmedtomeetyou- Yes, they found the demon, but sadly the Morris' did not make it out in time. But never fear, it's not over yet:) Stay tuned;) Thanks for reviewing!
psychokitty3- Thanks so much. Glad you're enjoying it.
IcantthinkofaFnick- I'm so glad that you're enjoying it after all this time. Hope you'll still be enjoying it after my crazy long delay. Also glad that you liked the glamour explanation- I thought I had to explain why they couldn't get out of their predicament so easily. Oh, and more DJ and Mel VERY soon;)
ilovedrew88- so sorry to leave you hanging. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Oh one last thing...since you're reading this, I assume that at least some of you are Chris and Wyatt fans. If so, I urge you to check out a great new site called "The Chamed Sons" (just look it up on google) Fan fictions,contests, and a campaign for a Charmed brothers spin off. Check it out if you can!
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