Okay, I AM SOOOOOO SORRY for the wait. I didn't mean to wait so long to write the next part. I hope you like it, some very important characters are in this. Review please
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"Could I get a white chocolate mocha grande to go?" Billie stood in front of a Starbucks cashier as the boy smiled and ordered it for her. "How much."
"This ones on the house." The guy said, handing her a bill with a phone number on it.
"Thank you, real New York hospitality," She said, grabbing her coffee and sticking the bill in her purse. It had been two weeks since she had moved here, and she had already vanquished one demon. Not that her stay so far in New York had been bad, she just didn't like to mess with demons right now. Plus she kept accidentally freezing stuff. Billie had also gotten a million premonitions from bumping into people everywhere. It was hard enough with her projection power, but all of this was getting ridiculous. It had been a long time since she had a good night sleep, partly because she was up late talking to the sisters all night long. She missed all of them and the kids. She shook of these thoughts. Taking a sip of her coffee, she headed over to the police department, where she was working as a detective so she could see what demons she was dealing with. "Hey Clara, how are you." She greeted the woman across from her as she shifted through some files.
"Good, your partner is back from vacation." Billie smiled brightly. After two weeks working here, she still hadn't met the infamous Detective Eric Rowan. Even if Billie would prefer to work alone, seeing as how she might have to say a spell to catch a murderer, she liked the fact that he would be her partner. She had heard great things about him, that he was dedicated, efficient, a bit hard and rough around the edges, but if you got in okay with him, most people at the department liked you, and also he was-
HOT! Billie was taken aback as a man about three years older than her walked over. He had blonde hair that seemed to just mat around his face. He waved to someone and his blue eyes sparkled with a smile. He was tall, about six five. He had a tanned body from his vacation, and had gorgeous teeth. Billie stood there with her mouth opened, expecting some thirty-year-old man with a beer gut. Not some sex god wearing Armani. Wow, he was a detective, how did he even afford Armani? He wore it well, Billie noticed. He walked over and looked her up and down, extending a hand politely. 'Why do I feel like a piece of meet?' Billie asked herself.
"Eric, you must be Billie."
"Yeah, I was looking forward to meeting my partner. How was your time in Cancun?"
"Actually, it was Hawaii." Billie had known it was Hawaii, she just wanted to make sure that he didn't think she was too watchful, that she was aloof about knowing where he was. "It was great." Billie nodded, trying to get away from the awkwardness of this.
"Well, I have already been on a case, but it is closed so there is nothing for you to catch up on."
"Good, actually I have decided to work on a case sent over to us, it is about a string of what looks like to be external combustion." Billie snorted. "You don't believe in external combustion?" She bit her lip. It wasn't his fault that he didn't know about demons, so she shrugged.
"I believe there are things we can't explain, so people make up stuff to explain it for them." He nodded, he even almost looked intrigued, but only for a second. Then he got a dark expression that she couldn't read. He handed her a file.
"Well, we are gonna have to explain it." Billie looked at him with eyebrows raised. "Cause we are gonna go to the crime scene in an hour."
"Well, thank you for i telling /i me that, next time actually ask." Billie wished she could have bitten her tongue for her anger getting out. He looked taken aback, but just sat down and started typing on the computer. Billie scanned the documents then grabbed the first picture.
i She is in a warehouse running down the stairs, screaming for help. She opens the door and her neck is in a person's hand, being thrown down. A fireball comes into his hands and is thrown on her, disintegrating her body, but leaving a fragment of clothing ripped off in the struggle. /i
Billie comes out of the premonition breathing in deep breaths. Eric looks at her for a second. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just a little shock, can't believe some of these pictures."
"You're new at the whole 'detective' thing aren't you?"
"You don't look like you're an old pro at this either?"
"Touché." She smiled a little. Well, it was definitely demonic. She looked over at him. He was working on the case to, while she was stuck being his little book to tell him what he needed to know. She rolled her eyes and kept reading till it was time to go.
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She crossed the street, looking for the right restaurant. If she didn't get the package delivered soon, she was gonna lose another job. And she couldn't do that. She crossed the street, steping onto the sidewalk as a girl with blonde hair stepped off. They hit shoulders, and she felt a jolt, but the blonde's reaction scared her. She looked almost in a daze, standing there. The man next to her touched her arm.
"Billie." She turned and kept moving, away from Billie and the man.
"Hey, you." She turned, seeing the woman named Billie had a badge and a gun. Panicking, she started to run, her long legs carrying her. She quickly turned into an alley, running down it as quickly as possible and jumping towards the fire escape ladder. Billie was quick on her heals, jumping and almost floating. Onto the ladder. She quickly kept running, onto the roof. A man was opening the door, and she ran past him, shutting it quick hearing the automatic lock. She didn't stop though, she kept going as quick as she could, going down the steps and out of the shabby apartment building. She kept running until she hit the building she was looking for. Out of breath, she leaned over, taking in sharp shallow breaths. A man was sitting behind the counter, looking at her. She walked over and handed him a package. He signed for it. At least she still had her job. She pulled her hat down farther on her head and walked out, keeping an eye out for Billie or the man. She walked back up the street, wondering what a police officer would want. She still felt uneasy about the way Billie had stopped. It was almost a chill, but her eyes were closed longer. She turned down a corner, walking back to the package company she was now working for.
"Dylan!" A guy called out as she walked in.
"Cool it Sam, I got it there in time."
"Good, I'll let you keep your job for today." She smiled, walking over and punching out. Michelle walked over, smiling at her.
"So, I got a hot date tonight."
"Cool."
"Yeah, if you want to come, I'm sure I could…"
"No, Michelle. I am not dating anymore. There are enough monsters in here."
"You're telling me." She smiled, looking at Michelle. Her brunette hair twisted into long loopy curls. She smiled, her tan skin showing off her Spanish roots. She was wearing a black tank-top, her favorite top. She was wearing cargo capri's, and her brown eyes shone with excitement. She showed off a belly-button ring.
"So what's his name?"
"Damien."
"Sounds like a vampire."
"Oh yeah, he's gonna suck my blood." They both laughed. "What are you doing tonight?" Dylan rolled her eyes, used to this type of grilling.
"It's Wednesday, I work at Deena's Diner."
"God, you work more than any person I know."
"Hey, I'm nineteen, I have a good reason."
"Oh yeah, you want to go to college."
"No, I am going to college. I am just off for the summer."
"Sorry, sometimes I forget you're better than us."
"No I am not." Michelle laughed, walking away. Dylan rolled her eyes, grabbing her cap and flipping her red pony tail through it. She walked outside to where her bike was sitting, double locked to a telephone pole. It was spray painted, but only because she had done it herself so no one else would. There were guys whistling all around her, but she just rolled her eyes. She was wearing a simple NYU t-shirt, and low-rise jeans. Her tennis shoes were just for easy walking. Her long red hair laid on the back of her neck, and her pale skin shone in the sun. The heat was almost unbearable, and she started biking to her apartment. She was tall, five nine at least. She used her legs, weaving in and out of people expertly. Dylan finally rode up to her apartment, dragging her bike up the steps. She opened the three locks on her door and walked in. It wasn't the greatest building, but it was only for summer. Dylan grabbed a bottle of water, not trusting it from a tap. She closed the door as a rat ran buy.
"Oh my…" She jumped up, raising her hands. Suddenly, the rat stood there motionless, mid step. "I hate rats." She said, hands still raised in the air. It suddenly exploded, leaving nothing but a black mark and a smell. "What the hell just happened?" She said out loud, as a phone rang. "Um, hello."
"Dylan, I've been calling all day where were you?" Dylan took a deep breath, trying to have patience.
"I was at work Mom, you know I get jobs during summer." Dylan hopped off the counter, looking at the black mark. "Hey, do you believe in external combustion?"
"Oh, honey, that is why I am calling. So you have seen the news."
"What are you talking about?"
"There has been a string of external combustions in New York, and they think that it is a murder of some sort." She just shook her head, taking a drink of her water.
"Well, I will be on the look out for any guy trying to external combust me."
"This is not a joke young lady."
"Okay, I am sorry. Look, I have to go or I am gonna be late. I will see you at Thanksgiving. I love you." She hung up the phone, laughing at her Mom. She went into her room, grabbing her work outfit for the night.
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"Dang it. I lost her." Billie cursed as she came from the alley and saw the girl disappear into a crowd. Eric ran up to her.
"What the hell was that about?" he said, looking at Billie.
"Um, nothing, it was just, I thought I knew her."
"Next time," He leaned in close, so Billie automatically backed away. "Don't chase someone on a job."
"Fine, next time, I will meet you there. Just don't chase after me." Billie started walking towards the warehouse, thinking about what her premonition was. She really needed to find the girl who was supposed to have that power. The girl she had seen in the premonition obviously didn't want to be warned, running away like that. The girl was outside a restaurant, some kind of diner. She was being attacked, and the last she saw as a fire ball being thrown at her. Billie shook off her worry. She worked around the crime scene, trying to get a new premonition. Then she saw it. The glint in a corner. She slowly brought up her hand, using her telekinesis to bring whatever it was towards her. It laid in her hands. "Eric, I found something." He walked over, looking at the athame.
"What is this?"
"It's an athame, used for ceremonial sacrifices. Usually not found in places, but I bet this means this is a homicide."
"You're certain."
"No, I'm kidding." She rolled her eyes, turning to dust where it had come from for fingerprints. "Look, if you have somewhere else to look, be my guest. I actually have to go. Do you know a place that has 'diner' in the name?"
"Yeah, I know a lot of places."
"Well, it's a biker type place, not busy, kind of grungy." He laughed.
"I don't know. I do a lot of eating at a place calls Deena's Diner, you could start there."
"Thank you." He gave her the directions, and she moved pocketed them and went outside, ready to fight the demon. She started walking towards the address, wondering what type of demon used both fireballs and athames.
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"You have a read out on the next potential Blessed." Word had gotten out to the underworld, and he was ready to take out whoever could possibly get the power. If he could rid New York of women like that, he could attack the one with the powers. He stood of Malachi, who shriveled under the mighty one's gaze, scanning a bowl of water for something. Malachi wasn't ugly, but he was a coward. He was now in his human form, with his sandy brown hair hanging around his face. His green eyes shone red as he tried to find something. The mighty one was growing impatient, ready for his shabby half brother to find him something he could use. He had rid the world so far of any woman who could ruin his chances of gaining the next generation of Charmed.
"I've found something." Malachi's eyes went dark, as he scratched his tanned arm. "I believe, this is what you are looking for." He said, handing the mighty one a slip with an address written on it. "She is powerful, destined for great things. She may be the one you are looking for."
"Thank you, Malachi. You may go now, to your excuse for a mate." Malachi winced, shimmering to the apartment he lived in. The door opened, a woman stepping forth with dark brown hair. Her brown eyes smiled as she ran over and hugged him.
"I got the job." He smiled, excited for her. She brought out the best in him. She was the only thing keeping him from being like his brother.
"Great, so you start writing tomorrow." She had an interview with Cosmo today, and had wanted the job so bad.
"It pays absolutely nothing, but I will love it." She was so beautiful, her button down blouse clinging to her curves, her tan skin reminding him of an exotic princess.
"Cameron, you do realize this means you will be doing what you finally wanted to."
"Yes." She smiled, then stood there, contemplating. "Where did you shimmer in from?" She stood there, looking at him, tapping a high heeled shoe on the ground.
"No where." He said, turning around so she wouldn't see the guilt on his face.
"You didn't go back to see him, you didn't help him." She said, walking over and looking at him.
"You know what he will do if I don't help him."
"You know what he will do if you do." She stood there, anger written on a face that had once been happy. "Where did you send him?"
"I can't tell you that, he will kill you."
"No he won't, I won't let him. Where did he go?" Malachi shook his head, taking her hand and shimmering to the restaurant he had seen. "Go, before he finds you." She hissed, walking inside and looking around. She saw a girl with bright red hair taking orders, and walked over to a booth, smoothing her skirt. The girl walked over and handed her a menu, smiling.
"Hello, my name is Dylan, and I will be your waitress. Well, I have break coming up so I will be your waitress until then."
"Cameron, and I would like to warn you about something."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, something is going to happen tonight, unless you don't go outside." Cameron took a deep breath, knowing she didn't have a lot of time before he came.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. I have to go." Dylan yelled that she was taking a brake, and walked outside. Cameron sighed in frustration, running out after her to see him shimmer onto the street. Cameron saw him face Dylan ready to go after her. Cameron quickly ran towards him, ready to use any self defense and karate she had ever learned. He turned, looking at her with those horrible eyes, and moved his hand. She felt herself hurtling backwards, and onto someone. She felt a jolt, and hit the ground.
"Sorry, she said getting up and ready to go after him again, but he was already throwing a fireball at a very scared Dylan, who quickly shot her hands up in fear and the fireball was suddenly unmoved. He was also just standing there. Cameron stared in shock as the person she had landed on suddenly stood up and ran towards the girl.
"How did you do that?" She said, as Cameron walked over.
"I don't know. God, what's happening to me?" The other girl put her hands up, and nothing happened.
"I passed on Piper's power to you, that's what happened." She looked over at him frozen to that spot. "We have to get out of here, that won't last long." Dylan stood still.
"I have a shift, I can't get fired." Cameron almost laughed. That was really what she was worried about.
"Go tell your boss you were just attacked by…" Cameron looked over at him. "A jealous ex-boyfriend, and you have to high tail it out of here." Dylan slowly nodded and ran inside, and the girl turned to Cameron.
"Who are you?"
Cameron looked at him again. "I'm someone who can help. Look, you can trust me. I'm Cameron." She said, holding out her hand.
"Billie," The girl said warily. Dylan came back out, pulling on a sweatshirt over her small diner dress.
"You guys are lucky she is a man hating person." Billie just shook her head, and ran over to a car, which Cameron and Dylan followed her to it. They all got in, and Dylan took a glance back to a bike chained to a fence. Billie noticed it too.
"Oh my god." Billie closed her eyes, and suddenly the bike was floating over, into the now open trunk. She quickly started driving out of the alley, and Cameron turned to see him unfreeze and look around in shock.
"Might I suggest you drive faster?" She yelled, and Billie was suddenly racing down a one way street going the wrong way. She pulled out, finally, and was going through the streets of New York, trying to find a place to meld with traffic. Cameron saw a figure running, and wished Malachi was here to get her out of this.
"Go faster."
"You drive next time." Billie turned a sharp left and pealed out, driving as fast as she could. "Look, Dylan, I need you to open the box lying on the back seat and get out the vial marked 'demon'. Dylan did so and held up a small bottle. Cameron grabbed it, knowing all about vanquishing potions. "It isn't meant for him, but it will wound him." Billie said, trying to tell them, but doing a horrible job of it. She quickly pulled into the next parking lot, parking as far away from a building as possible. They got out of the car, and Cameron held the potion in her hand. She was looking down the way they came.
"Cameron look out." She felt a hand go around her back. He smelled, like Malachi always smelled when he came back. He was reeking of death. She quickly angled her elbow, and shoved it into his side.
"You will pay."
"Go back to hell." Cameron threw the vial, and it hit him square on the chest. He screamed in agony and quickly shimmered out. "I have to go."
"Wait," Billie placed a hand on her, and suddenly Cameron jumped.
Billie is walking through the park. She turns and sees his face. He grabs her by the neck and thrusts a knife into her.
Cameron took a deep breath, and Billie looked at her in shock.
"Now you really need to come with me…"