I would like to shout out to Ross who helped me with this chap! No time for replies, again, but I PROMISE I will catch up next chap, if I don't then I will let Piper blow me to pieces ;) yeah, I know, I'm weird…
All Hallows Evil:
The echoing wind sang a flowing tune as the moon was knitted low in the star filled blanket which shadowed the buzzing city of San Francisco. On the eve of Halloween, most demons were preparing for the one day they could roam free with no risk of exposure, however, one faction of the underworld occupants known as the Jet Palms; named after their ability to throw electricity of an amazing speed from their hands, were wandering through a dimly lit alleyway as they hunted their prey. The leader of the group, a female named Jendlyn, pulled two throwing stars from the leather satchels on the studded belt fixed around her waist, which she wore along with cropped jeans, stiletto black boots and a silky corset of the same shade as her boots. Wisps of light brown hair layered her shoulders and back, while large gold hoops hung down from her ears and a pendant of the omega symbol was clipped around her neck.
"Are you sure the witch is here?" one of the lesser demons, a muscular, leather guised, man holding a shining axe in his right fist, questioned,
"yes, I can sense her magic!" Jendlyn snapped, electricity humming around her fingertips as she held it out, like she was feeling for something.
"Over there," she stated, pointing a finger at the dumpster resting against the back wall, "blast it," the demoness ordered, Virk, the axe-baring demon, obeyed and launched a quick, hot, bolt of lightening. The dumpster burst open and set ablaze, throwing a wounded girl from it's metallic embrace,
"hand me the athame," Jendlyn grinned, closing in on the brunette teenager. Denita, Jendlyn's personal Seer, pulled a curved blade inscribed with druid symbols from the inside of her towering crimson cloak, handing it to the head of the bunch,
"I can't wait to have power over wind," Jendlyn beamed, hinting at the fact that the witch was aerokinetic as the carvings on the weapon lit up with a white glow.
"Me either," a new, booming, voice chuckled, as Jendlyn turned to see the ancient water demon Zan-Yi standing behind her followers,
"is there a problem?" Jendlyn growled, walking towards them,
"yes, you were about to kill my witch," he replied,
"your witch?" she snarled,
"well the witch containing my new power!" he argued, gesturing towards the innocent and turning her into a set of little blue lights, which swept through the air and entered his body. With a flick of his rather large hand, Zan-Yi shot a blast of mystical wind at his enemies and blasted them all in numerous directions, before he cleared from the scene in a bloom of murky water.
"Get that demon back here! I want that power!" Jendlyn barked, a globe of electricity moulding in her palm in company of her fury,
"get in line," Summer said, shimming in,
"you," Jendlyn hissed, preparing to throw the crackling sphere.
"Calm down, I'm here to offer you a deal, the underworld's getting a new leader, and, if you want, you can be his left hand demon," Summer suggested,
"let me guess, you're gonna be his right," Jendlyn sighed,
"damn this lady's clever," Summer smirked,
"just because you fooled Belthazar that doesn't mean your anything special, he's stupid, always was," the Jet Palm leader spat, throwing the electric energy ball at Summer and morphing her into spinning molecules as flames burst from inside of her.
"How did we know you were going to do that," a new, male, voice sniggered,
"son of a bitch," Jendlyn growled, turning to face the real Summer and the robed man at her side,
"I think I'll visit the charmed ones, I'm sure they'll welcome me back," he grinned,
"with open arms," Jendlyn muttered, as she vanished in tower of electrical bolts, followed by Virk and her other demons vanishing in the same way, although they had lower voltage in their disappearance, while Denita disappeared in a teleportation technique of her own; her body hardening and then shattering to the ground, the pieces flying across the ground and down the nearest drain.
"Good to be back my liege?" Summer asked, a smile fixed on her soft pink lips,
"very good," he agreed.
The next morning, Paige's smile was as big as the shining sun glowing in the baby blue realm above, her favourite holiday had come around again and she couldn't wait to get the kids into their costumes. Eldest daughter Karis was dressed in a cowgirls outfit complete with the boots and hat, while Aurora wore a bride's outfit with a veil and a set of fake flowers which the little witch had the took to chewing.
Round at the Halliwell-Trudeau manor, Grace sported a black and white striped top with black pants, a black hat, matching mask and a sack over her shoulder,
"what are you? An evil Santa? Come to steal presents instead of give them?" Andy asked, eyeing his daughter's sack,
"no, dopey, I'm a robber," she replied, revealing a toothy grin,
"and I'm a cop, so technically I should arrest you," he teased.
"I'm to little to arrest, and I'll arrest you first," she said, pointing her hand at his wrists and conjuring up a pair of handcuffs around them, before running away giggling,
"Gracie!" he yelled, "get these off me!"
"nope," her voice came down from upstairs,
"crap," Andy muttered, sitting down and attempting to put his head in his hands, failing and hitting it on the table.
Meanwhile, Piper was busily carving a pumpkin when her daughters hollered her name in unison and caused her to slip, slashing downwards and getting the knife stuck, pulling it out only for the 'wound' in the pumpkin to become all mushy, forming a very creepy face.
Down in the underworld, a very similar creepy face was revealed when the enemy Summer had revived lowered his hood…it was the Source! The old Source, the one who had killed Andy, Phoebe and Patrice, and he wanted to do the same again, except this time he hoped to butcher the entire family, including a powerful child yet to come…
That night, Penny was shocked to find herself standing at the centre of a circle of candles, her transparent form being watched by Piper, Paige and Prue.
"Girls, how lovely to see you, and on All Hallows Eve of all days, a witch's most sacred time of the year," she beamed cheerfully, stepping out of the circle and becoming corporeal, pulling her three granddaughters into a hug.
"We were wondering if you could watch the kids, we've already took them Trick or Treating so they should be worn out…" Piper began,
"or hyped up on sugar," Penny reminded, her eyebrows knitting into an unimpressed expression,
"oh, come on Grams, don't you miss looking after troublesome little tinkerbells?" Prue smirked,
"do not compare my darling little witches to a feeble little fairy," Penny told her,
"actually, Tinkerbell could make people fly, we can't do that, so she wasn't that feeble!" Paige stated,
"I can!" Penny and Prue said,
"and if demons decide not to go boom instead then I can too!" Piper added,
"come to think of it I sort of can too…" Paige realised,
"as fun as this, I've got a masquerade ball to host," Piper said, "see ya later Grams." The molecular witch strolled out of the attic, just as Patsy; dressed in a devil costume, came running with Charley, who was dressed as an angel, chasing after her.
"I wanna be the devil!" the telepath screeched, stomping down on the floor,
"no!" Patsy objected,
"yes!" Charley yelled, running at her sister with her fists in the air,
"stop!" Prue exclaimed, levitating her nieces into the air and holding them there. Firing a cloud of orbs from her forehead, Charlotte telepathically entered Prue's mind and used this an entry way to her powers, astral projecting down onto the ground and bringing her foot down on her aunt's foot.
"Ow you little…troll," the telekinetic commented, through clenched teeth, Patrice burst into a fit of giggles at her aunt's words, while Charlotte took off through the house screaming:
"mommy! mommy! Auntie Prue called me a troll!"
"I'll deal with it, you girls go get dressed," Penny said, with a role of her eyes and a 'go ahead' hand motion.
Later that night, the sisters, Leo, Cole, Andy, and Kyle sat happily at a table in the crowded P3. Masked people wandered everywhere, while the family had opted to remove theirs as they struggled to take a conversation seriously when talking to each other.
The eldest of the charmed ones had managed to seal away her nine month baby bump quite well beneath the green dress she wore, meant to make her look like a plant along with the large rose she wore in her hair. At first the family had laughed it at her costume, although it now seemed quite appealing as the gown was drawn in at all the right places.
Piper, however, could not be insulted as she looked amazing in the small blue dress, white frilly apron and blonde wig which she wore with a blue bow in it, perfect for her look as Alice In Wonderland.
The half whitelighter amongst the trio was disguised as a porcelain doll and wore a puffy sleeved scarlet dress with a frilly white underskirt and black shoes, with an obviously unnatural blush of pink to her cheeks and a wig of shiny red curls cloaking her shoulders.
The guys were all dressed in camouflage gear to suit their soldier aliases, contradicting the innocent styles of the women they sat with. The masks the men sported were full-face ones with a pattern matching their outfits and three brown streaks going across them, like it was mud or something. However, the girls wore very different masks, Prue had a green one surrounded by tiny red and white roses, with large fur leaves balancing out at the corner of the eyes, Piper's was blue with silky white feathers sticking out of the sides, and Paige's was a peachy shade of white with crimson bows at the sides.
One of the other guests had caught Cole's attention, not because of her costume, not because of her mask, but because if the sense of familiarity she gave him.
"Drinks?" Kyle suggested,
"uh, yeah, I'll just have a so…" before Prue could finish, all of the lights went out and the club remained lit with humming energy balls and roaring fire balls.
"Crap," Piper groaned,
"well I always gonna say soda but…" Prue said, but soon stopped when her younger sister shot her a glare, "right, sorry,"
"just can't have one normal night," Piper complained, flicking out her hands and freezing all of the innocents.
"Summer…" Cole murmured, spotting the woman he had talked to at Magic School standing at the front of the demon crowd,
"hello hero," she grinned, obviously hearing him with the aid of demonic senses.
"Hero?" Prue repeated, glaring at Cole disapprovingly,
"you can kick his ass later, right now we need to kick hers," Andy said, watching Summer wander towards the stage where the band were frozen mid-play.
"I'm gonna blast that bitch straight back to the salon where she could that bad dye job done!" Piper growled, preparing to unleash her power on the blonde,
"no, wait," Paige said, stopping her sister by stepping in-front, "I've got an idea."
"Ok, so what is it?" Prue asked,
"just follow my lead," the witchlighter replied, orbing behind Summer and bringing her elbow down on the head of the demon's spine, rendering her unconscious.
"Piper, the strobe lights!" she yelled, as the other evil beings prepared to attack, Piper nodded and ran behind the bar, flicking the switch and releasing flashing lights all over the unsuspecting creatures. As they hid their eyes to avoid the quick glows, Piper fired a series of blows and exploded a large amount of the demons, while Paige took at the rest with blasts off offensive orbs.
"You can turn the lights off now, I'm getting a migraine," Kyle told them,
"I got it," Prue said, squinting at the switch and flicking it back into the off position. A set of sarcastic claps rang throughout the club, as Zan-Yi stepped out of the shadows,
"is this your whore?" Paige asked, glancing at Summer,
"no, she's his," the originally Chinese beast replied, looking over at where the Source stood behind Paige atop the stage,
"uh oh," Piper murmured,
"we need to get outta here," Leo said,
"but what about the innocents?" Prue asked,
"then we'll take the fight to us," Piper told her, "you guys stay here, that includes you Prue, we can't risk the baby's life,"
"but we can risk yours and Paige's?" the eldest snapped,
"you haven't got a choice," the witchlighter said, orbing in beside Piper and giving the Source a wave, "catch us if you can," before they dissolved into the same lights she had appeared in. The Source flamed after the duo, while Zan-Yi remained and began to conjure up a mystical tornado,
"you're a bit late for hurricane season," Prue snarled, throwing out her palm and springing a beam of searing blue heat at him, burning a hole in his thick leather vest and demolishing the spinning wind. Suddenly, a thunderous crash ran through the room as a demon was catapulted through the air,
"who's she?" Andy questioned, looking over at where- dressed in a tight black corset, a silky black skirt which had been split into separate shreds and pointed high heel shoes -the woman Cole had previously found familiar stood.
"Oh my god," Prue whispered, shock adorning her face as the woman pulled her mask up so it held back her waves of raven hair,
"Phoebe…" Cole gasped, clutching his chest as a heartbreaking agony beckoned him, clinging to his emotions like a vile scent that wouldn't clear, not even when struck with the sweeter scent of cologne or perfume.
Meanwhile, Piper and Paige had both ridded of their wigs in frustration, and were now down in the basement under the stairs, trying to think of a plan while the Source searched for them.
"So how 'bout you freeze him, I orb the crystals from the attic down here and we trap him?" Paige suggested,
"no, it's too risky, what if the cage isn't strong enough, or he doesn't freeze," Piper objected, fingering the strap of her apron while she thought.
"I should have known you'd be down here," the Source said, as they heard the door open and looked through the gaps between the steps to see his robe trailing as he walked down,
"trip him up," Paige whispered,
"you do it!" Piper argued,
"you!" Paige grabbed her sister's hand and began to move it through the stairs,
"you!" Piper struggled against her sister's hold and tried to shake her off, accidentally hitting the Source and sending him sailing down the stairs. The women exchanged glances before running from beneath the stairs and up into the kitchen,
"we need a weapon," Piper stated, beginning to search through the draws,
"we're witches, I think that's a big enough weapon," Paige said,
"or we could use this!" Piper replied, holding up a large butcher's knife,
"that'll do!" Paige agreed, snatching the knife,
"hey! that was mine!"
"yeah, but you've lived your life, I've still got some of mine left, though magic has kinda screwed it up…" the witchlighter began to ramble on, before Piper clamped her hand over the sibling's mouth and grabbed the knife back.
"That won't do much to me," the Source growled, eyeing the blade,
"no, but it'll slow you down," Paige argued, staring at the knife and enchanting it into movement with orbs which flew it into his torso. Black blood seeped from his wound as he removed the kitchen utensil and flung it to the floor, lighting up a fireball in his palm and aiming it towards the duo.
"Freeze it!" Paige snapped,
"I'm trying!" Piper snapped back, she threw out her hands one final time, the searing hot bulb of roaring flames becoming no more as she blasted it apart, the air rippling from the residual heat of the fire (A/N. Thanks for that line Ross). Orbs mounded around the witches as Paige drew them from the room in a cloud of her angelic lights.
Upon returning to P3, the two found themselves in clear view of a battle between Zan-Yi and their wayward sister. Balls of dark energy and supernaturally conjured water darted in-between the two forms, before Phoebe moulded a large, extremely sharp, sword out of a shadow which she created in her palm, raising it into the air and piercing his abdomen, a burst of water showering from his dissolving body.
"Why couldn't we have done that?" Piper asked,
"because we don't have a super cool, super shiny, sword," Prue replied,
"wait, Piper, why don't you seem shocked to see her?" Paige questioned,
"cos it's about the third time I have," the molecular said.
"And you didn't tell us?" the family, par Cole, exclaimed at once,
"oh god, migraine," Piper groaned, clutching her head in pain,
"oh please, we didn't even shout that loud," Prue said,
"no, not you…" Piper began, before explosions ran through the building and fires formed,
"we need to get everybody out," Andy stated, as the people unfroze.
"I'll get Phoebe," Paige offered, as Leo led his wife, who was still clutching her head, out of the building,
"no, I will," Cole objected, walking over to his love.
"Phoebe, you need to come with me," he said, holding out his hand to her,
"who are you? Who's Phoebe?" she questioned, taking a cautious step backwards,
"there's no time for this," he stated, reaching out and pulling her into his arms, shimmering them both out.
Outside, the family could only watch as the club went up in flames with Piper to weak to freeze the growing fire,
"what are we gonna do?" Paige asked,
"call the fire department," Kyle replied,
"I think she meant in the long run of things," Prue told him, glancing from Phoebe to Piper…
To be continued…
A/N. And I think I'll leave you with that shock. Ok, so that wasn't much longer, but I liked it! Well parts of it! And I hope you did to.
(Next chapter) 'Confusion': Things can only get worse for the Halliwells as Piper suffers a power overload which could take her life, and Phoebe's memories remain forgotten.