Thanks so much for the review! If this story is popular enough and I get pelted with enough requests, I'll do a sequal. Sorry this update took so long... issues and what not.
Chapter Four:
She slid into the back door of the building quietly, dark hair flipping out in the late summer wind and morning sun as she quietly slammed the black door behind her, entering into the almost austere building. She looked around the back room, hoping that she wasn't late, seeing as how she'd lost track of time,but a voice interupted her thoughts.
"Hey Paige!" she was greeted by another female, her hairin a messy blonde bob and slightly shorter than herin the backroom. "Finally get here, huh?" she said mockingly, smiling lopsidly through her dark lipstick and heavily lined eyes, leering at her. "It's almost noon. You were supposed to get here by ten."
She rolled her eyes. "Cut me some slack, Layla. I had crap to deal with."
"Look," Layla said, her voice raspy from years of drug abuse and a tough life that most people never experience. "I know you're young. I know you're not as 'fallen' as me and the rest of us here. But late is still late. I don't think you're gonna get a chance again- do this again and you're gonna get dumped out on your ass. It's not all glamourous, and I would have thought you'd know that from working here... how many years Paige?"
Paige sighed. "Three."
"Lucky you,the boss ain't in here today. He ain't coming in until about oneish I believe, late sundays... smart girl, aren't you? We're on lunch break anyway... starting... now."
Paige sighed. "I'm going out anyway to take a breath of fresh air. Be back in fifteen." She opened the door out of the stuffy room and headed toward the front of the place's front steps.
She hated working here as an "Exotic Dancer" but even that term was too polite for her. Eighteen and nowhere to go, college scholarship falling through,she'd managed to find this little place in the middle of nowhere, she liked to say. More importantly, she had been desperate enough to...become a dancer. Yeah, a real story to tell the kids, she bitterly thought constantly as she left each day. One day... just keep telling yourself that one day you'll get out of here, when the real truth is you know you're hopeless and trapped in a lifestyle you know you'll die in.
Looking out toward the road, she could see a small car stop a few feet ahead of her, and two women got out. One of them ran over to Paige. She wasn't much older than herself, Paige noted. But what would a couple of girls be doing around a place like here? There weren't any empty spots.
"Hi," she said breathlessly, smiling brightly at Paige. "I'm looking for Paige Matthews, do you know where she is?"
Paige stood up, shocked. "I'm Paige Matthews, who the hell are you?" she said, shock and surprise bright in her eyes. "Why the hell do you want to look for me?"
The woman took a breath. "Okay, Paige, we have some things to tell you, and they're not all pretty."
"My life's not been pretty over the past five years," she countered, her eyes narrowed at the woman. "You still haven't told me who you are."
"I'm Piper Halliwell, and that's Prue. My other sister Phoebe is in the car," She said with an air of self-described importance, "And you need to come with us, quickly."
"Why should I?" She snapped back at Piper. "Abduction is illegal, didn't you know that?"
"Paige, whether you like it or not, there are some things that we can't tell you here," she said, her voice low and dark. "There could be people listening that could hurt you."
"Don't you play scare tactics with me, I won't fall for them." she angrily scoffed back at Piper, clearly becoming agitated.
"I'm not," Piper protested, folding her arms. "Alright, I'll tell you one thing: We found your daughter."
Paige's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "My what?" she whispered, beginning to shake like a leaf, on the verge of tears. She remembered that day six years ago, when she'd had to make the hardest decision in her life: adoption. It was the beginning of her fall, the birth of her daughter, whom in her mind had never been named, came back with vivid recollection.
"Yes, your daughter," Piper softly whispered, leaning in closer to her. "It's another reason why you have to come with us. She might be in danger too. In fact, we're all in danger, and the only way you'll be safe is if you come with us. Okay?"
There was a moment of silence, and then Paige squeaked out an agreement to go with her,starting to walk with Piper to the car, but Layla had obviously decided to choose this moment to pop out of the backroom.
"Hey!" She croaked. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Paige turned around, Piper's expression aghast. "Layla, tell them I'm quitting this place. I'm never coming back," she said, looking at Piper hopefully, and then began walking again. She could hear the backdoor slam, Layla clearly annoyed.
"Hey," Prue said as she reached the car, handing her a small makeup remover pad. "Mascara,heavy foundation, and tears don't mix, do they?" she quipped, smiling mildly at her, and then opening the backdoor of the car, where a sleeping Pheobewas startled slightly.
"Uh-who-a-whatsit!" Pheobe sputtered as Paige entered the car and the door shut. "Oh...I assume you're Paige, aren't you?"
"Yes," she said quietly. "Is that..." she whispered, her heart almost hanging on that moment.
"Yes," Pheobe said, warmly. "Your daughter, Primrose Isabella James."
Paige looked at her child. She wasn't quite a carbon copy of her, nor was she completely different. She seemed to have taken her mother's hair, Paige noted happily, proud of her blackish-brown hair and was glad to see it had been passed down another generation.
Prue started up the car, slowly but surely taking them away fromthis forsaken place.
Layla watched them slowly move away from the little place from a window in the front room. A expression of anger was on her face, contorting her features and she thrust her fist onto a nearby table, but then picked up a cell phone out of her bag. After dialing a number on her cellphone and waiting a few seconds, she began talking.
"Hello... yes it's me, Layla. Bad news, boss. Those witches have her and her daughter. There's almost no way we'll be able to get them back without a full assault on the Halliwell Manor and I'm sure you know what a death sentence that would be..." She drawled into the phone, but then suddenly dropped it.
It had burst into bright flames.
Layla exclaimed loudly to no one, "But how was I supposed to know that they'd come today? I-" She never finished her sentence- a similiar color of fire had surrounded her, causing her to writhe and screech unearthily.
The last thing she ever heard was, "Such is the price to pay for your mistrust, Layla! No one ever crosses me and lives to tell the tale!"