17-year old Paige is absorbed in life, love, attitude and rebellion, but when normal teenage turmoil is turned upside down by something she can't explain, has she pushed her family too far? All 4 sisters. Paige-centric with Glen/Kyle

A/N: I'm enjoying writing this so much that I managed to get another chapter done! Hope you enjoy reading it as much.

I owe a huge thanks to Paige fan for her suggestion in a review. I have incorporated the idea into this chapter. Thanks : )

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Chapter 7: Him and Her

Ouch. Crap. It hurts, I can only think in four letter words as Iland in the hallway of the Manor, slamming onto the hardwood floor. I pick myself up with stinging hands, panting deep breaths that make me feel slightly sick. I catch sight of myself in the mirror, and it's a little scary. I'm even paler than usual, my forehead is shiny from beads of sweat, my hair is windswept from my not so graceful arrival, I sure did land with a bang. Finally my breath steadies…

"Aha." He's back, "You should know, pretty lady, hide and seek is not a game I like to play" He sneers. He's a major sleaze, I know how to deal with those…but not when they're holding freaky sharp objects, in my direction. Okay, I close my eyes again…well, it worked once didn't it?

"Nice try, gorgeous" I'm in trouble, I only managed to move five feet: I guess this stuff takes practice. He walks towards me andI count every heavy step he takes. I'm afraid. He walks round me in a circle, so closely that his leather jacket brushes by me as he passes.

"Why, you're a little puzzle aren't you? That's clearly a whitelighter trick you just pulled…" He stops and leans in closer to me, feelinghis breath on my hair causes a shudder down my spine, "…but" he continues,"I sense power, great power…" I have no idea what he's talking about, a white what? I'm just concentrating on breathing while I still can.

"…power that I need" Then he turns on me. I manage to get out of the way, but as the haze disappears again; I stillhaven't got very far.

"You know, doll, I don't like that" he says angrily. He plucks one of the special daggers from his pocket and throws it. I slam myself to the floor and it sails above my head, I bang my cheekbone on the floor and it makes my eyes water, but I spring to my feet and try to do the only other thing that I know how, Run…and I do without looking behind me.

"Where are you going?" He appears in the blink of an eye, in front of me once more. I stop suddenly; breath ragged squeezing painfully in my chest. Two more daggers fly at me on either side, on catches my right arm, the other cuts the inside of my wrist. I want to sob, as I feel warm blood trickling over my fingers, it's red and real, oh god. I look up hopefully, but blank pupils stare back at me, a twisted smile crosses his features and a cruel laugh fills my ears; its all I hear as he flicks a wrist, sending me sailing through the air smacking and then sliding down the wall behind me.

Pain sears through all my thoughts as the white spots disappear from my vision, all my limbs feel limp. I can hear each step as he walks towards me, when he gets close and his shadow looms over me, it's as if I can physically feel it. My body screams. I want my sisters, I want Glen…I think this is the end.

"Such a shame for pretty one" He says casually.

Anger surges through me, it shouldn't be like this. I should be fighting. I try to stand, only to land with a thud on the floor again.

"…and feisty too, oh well, it has to be done. Don't worry doll, I'll try to make it painless"

I can't stop, as tears flood from my eyes, my will extinguished and only fear and pain are left. Thoughts of my sister's flash through my brain: Prue, Piper and Phoebe at my side for Glen's funeral; Piper hugging me tight; Phoebe and I sneaking out together for the first time; my eleventh birthday party; Prue teaching me how to ride a bike; each and every one of our annual picnics that Grams organised, that we always complained about but secretly loved…I realise I'm not gonna get to say goodbye as the glint of light shining from metal knife out of the corner of my eye. I wish Mom was here…

"Mom!" I call, half whimpering, I don't know what else to do, "Mommy…Mom!"

I close my eyes. I'm ready…

But nothing happens.

I open my eyes and I'm surrounded by white lights they are so bright it only adds to my pain.

"Paige, my baby…"

Accompanying the soothing voice and the light is a beautiful lady, with huge brown eyes and a long mane of dark hair that makes her look so like Piper, wait…

"Mom?" I gasp because my chest is heaving.

"Yes" She says looking at me for a long moment, "Paige, baby, can you get up?"

It hurts, but I make it to my feet. I look up at my Mom. The most beautiful person I've ever seen, she's ghostly pale but seems to shine of the same light that she arrived in. I glance to my side and see the man, holding the knife a smile on his lips, the dark markings over his happy eyes…

"It's okay, he's frozen…but it won't last long" I follow her, moving as quickly as my body will allow. As soon as we start I see his figure begin to move slowly. He draws his hand back ready to throw his weapon.

"Paige!" Mom shouts, "Call for the athame" I'm not sure what she means.

"Athame" I don't know what is supposed to happen…nothing?

"Try again" It leaves his hand.

"Athame!" I'm shocked as blue lights surround it, then appear around my hand leaving the weapon behind. Whoa that's so cool it leaves me dumbstruck.

"Throw it Paige!" Mom instructs.

It strikes him squarely in the chest, heat and flame rise out of his body with a scream leaving a pile of ash behind. I have no idea what just happened as my adrenaline fades and my pain washes back over me.

"It's okay now, Paige. He's gone, vanquished. I'm so proud of you Paige"

My heart leaps with happiness at her words.

"How are you here?"

"You know" She smiles

"Magic" Seems like that has been the answer to everything lately.

"You're a witch Paige, you have a magical destiny…" I try to listen but everything starts to swim, her voice seems to echo in the distance, getting further away each second. Focus Paige.

"Accept your destiny Paige, find the Book of Shadows…" I can't concentrate and only hear bits, "…power of three…four…secret…attic…demons…" the words escape the conversation and hover in the air all the while I focus on her, memorizing the face that I've only ever seen in photos. I feel my eyes getting heavy, I can't shut them. I have stay here with her. I want to stay here, to ask her all the questions I've ever wanted to ask, to hear her laugh, see her smile. I want her to see my sisters too, we all miss her so much.

My battle to stay upright is useless and I sink to the floor. I'm still bleeding from my cuts, sore and dizzy from my falls.

"I love you Mom" I say heavily.

"I love you too, baby girl…try to stay strong" Her hands are in my hair and I feel her lips press a kiss to my cheek. No, my eyes are fluttering shut. I'm gonna succumb to the temptation of painless bliss.

"Don't leave me" I mumble quietly.

"Oh Paige I never left any of you, not really, I'm always here…" I hear her say as my eyes shut, it's just Mom, me and one lone athame by my side.

I can't fight anymore.


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