Chapter Three
Paige rubbed her eyes and checked her watch. An hour. She'd been looking through the book for an hour and hadn't found anything. She was about to give up when her eyes fell on a spell. "Lost and Found Identity Spell," the scripture read. Paige's eyes quickly skimmed the sentence underneath, "To reveal an identity."
Paige's mood brightened as she read the ingredients underneath, it sounded simple enough. What could go wrong?
Chris jumped as a loud crash sounded in the attic, followed by the sound of screaming. Was that Paige? He leapt to his feet and took the stairs two at a time. He surveyed the scene quickly. A black clad demon advanced on Paige, a fireball burning in his hand. Paige was backing up quickly, a look of pure terror on her face. She reached down and … threw her shoe at the demon. Chris gaped in surprise. The silver stiletto missed by an inch and clattered to the wooden floor. The demon raised its hand.
"Hey!" Chris called out, hoping to distract it. It quickly turned, annoyance showing in its blood red eyes.
Chris lifted his hand and tapped into his powers, knocking the thing against the attic wall.
The demon staggered to its feet and reached for something under its black coat. Chris orbed out of the way as an expertly thrown athame hit the wall behind him. Realizing it was out of ammo, the demon shimmered out of the room.
That left Paige staring into the space where it had been standing. Slowly, she shifted her eyes to Chris.
"Are you an angel or something?" she asked breathlessly.
Chris stared at her, puzzled. He figured she was being sarcastic, until her eyes lost their focus and she fell to the floor.
Piper shook her head and tsk-tsked, "Twice in one week, let's hope this doesn't affect her permanently.
She pressed a damp cloth against Paige's forehead.
Chris paced back and forth across the room, "I don't know what happened." He burst out finally.
"It's like she didn't know who she was. Or who I was."
Piper raised an eyebrow, "She wouldn't be the only one, would she?" She replied, referring to Chris' secret identity.
Chris didn't reply for a second, deep in thought. "She called me an angel." He mumbled.
Piper glanced over sharply, "She called you a what?"
"You heard me."
A smile played around Piper's lips, "In that case, she definitely wasn't herself."
I wrote you two chapers, so therefore I cannot update anymore dramatic hand to forehead well, for a month at least.