Chapter Six:

There was an awkward silence between the two sisters remaining in the room as Piper cried over the phone to her former date for Saturday in the kitchen, Phoebe trying vainly to console her. Paige brushed off imaginary specks of dirt on her jeans as Prue looked at the ceiling anxiously.

"You know that you have sisters now, right? You're not the only one being forced into this," Prue began, trying to make it seem like she was the one getting the short end of the stick.

"Yes, I know," Paige angrily said as she cut her off, tilting her head to stare at her sister. "I know my daughter is upstairs, and I know that I'm a 'witch.' I know I've got a 'destiny.' But did you know I was going to go to the School Of Visual Arts in New York when I graduated from high school in '95? "

"No. I didn't, and I thought you graduated in '96. What happened?" Prue said, acting like she was interested, but she was having trouble in coping with the fact that this person was her sister. She was nothing like her or the other two.

"Well, you see, my parents had died the year before," Paige replied acidly, "So I couldn't afford it with my then non-existent salary. And, seeing as how for the last years of high school, my grades were awful, so oopsy! The scholarship fell through. You know the rest, don't you?"

Prue sighed. "Yes, I do, but god; it was four freaking years ago! You were what, seventeen? I was seven when my mother died, your actual birth mother…god! You were lucky to almost be an adult, my grandmother had to raise us, and I had to help!"

"Oh, my 'actual' mother, the one who cheated on your father and left me for adoption? Because heaven forbid, your mother didn't have the guts to keep me, oh no! A baby made out of an affair? No way, the oh-so respectable Halliwell family can't have that! What the hell do you think you are, Prue, some type of fucking royalty? Well guess what, you're not! You're just some little bitch who thinks she's better than everyone else on the entire face of the planet!" Paige snarled as she stood up and folded her arms.

Prue frowned.

"You know, maybe you aren't our sister. Maybe you're just a little whore who slept around with a warlock, and the magic rubbed off on you, because, you know, I'm not royalty, so that obviously makes you royalty, doesn't it?"

Paige gasped and bit her lip hard. "That's it. I am fucking done here! Have fun killing yourselves! Oh, and if you don't mind," she screeched, running up the stairs, "I'd like to take my daughter with me!"

She ran into the room with Primrose and grabbed the confused five year old by her wrist, causing Primrose to yell loudly in a mixture of shock and pain.

"Who in the world are you?" Primrose confusedly mumbled, but Paige didn't respond, only tightened her grip on Primrose's wrist.

"You're hurting me!" Primrose whimpered to her. "Let go of me!"

Paige looked at Primrose, then replied,

"Don't worry; you're getting out of here, honey!"

"But I don't want to get out of here!"

"Well I do!"

Phoebe came screeching into the hallway. She held up both her hands. "Okay, Paige, calm down," she pleaded in a calm voice. "You don't want to go over the top, do you?

Paige growled as Primrose started crying from the pain in her wrist. "Get out of my way, now! Or…well, I don't know what I'll do! Just try me; I'm sure I'll think of something!"

Piper came into the hallway. "Phoebe, get out of her way." When her sister protested, Piper shot her a dirty look and snapped, "Just do it! I'd rather not have to kill people if I can help it!"

Phoebe moved out of the way, sighing sadly as she watched her younger sister grab the car keys on the mantle, a tearful Primrose still in tow, and shut the door angrily. A few minutes later, the sound of a car starting and screeching away could be heard.

What seemed like hours later, Prue came out of the living room, hanging her head low.

Phoebe instantly shot her a look. "Prue," she screeched angrily, "What the hell did you say to piss her off like that? Shit, woman, can't you actually not mess things up?"

Prue looked up for a second and scoffed. "Oh, whatever, she'll be back by six. I just hope she knows what she is doing until then."

Piper rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you called her a whore." When Prue raised an eyebrow, Piper merely added, "You've been calling girls you didn't like whores since the seventh grade."

Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, you seriously need to grow up Prue, I mean, god…"

There was a smile of satisfaction on the face of what appeared to be a blonde woman not much younger than Paige herself as she looked into what appeared to be a crystal ball. "My Lord," she whispered, "It appears the discord spell I cast is working excellently on the sisters."

A demonic laughter echoed throughout the cavern, and it hissed, "Excellent. The world will be in chaos soon… you've been a most worthy asset, Eris."

Eris smiled wickedly. "But I do love to cause chaos, and this was the most chaotic thing I'd ever seen for some time, my Lord. Getting along one minute, and then breaking apart the next? That spell wouldn't have been that strong if you couldn't have helped."

"Is it breakable, though?" The demonic lord asked in what may have been a concerned voice. "We wouldn't want the power of four to occur."

Eris frowned slightly. "Yes, my Lord, most all spells are breakable. But this one is nearly impossible to break. I cannot think of a way they themselves could break it; even that little girl couldn't break it. A witch's powers at that age are far too underdeveloped."