"Damn it!" Phoebe cursed, after Paige had told her what had just happened. Paige looked very sincere.
She smiled weakly, "I'm sorry Phoebe, but it's not my fault." Paige apologized.
Phoebe shook her head, "No, don't worry it's not your fault. I'm just worked up about Pam's 19th birthday, and the party. Uh, do you mind just checking the book for anything? I wanna finish hanging these streamers then I'll come help you." Phoebe said climbing back up the ladder. Paige nodded slowly and headed up the stairs. Pamela had been at the manor foreight monthsand now after Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's, and the swiftly approaching spring, April 8th, Pamela was turning 19. Phoebe was scrambling to make everything perfect.
Pamela walked through the door, "I'm home!" She yelled. Phoebe almost fell off the ladder, but used her levitation to catch her fall.
"Close your eyes and don't move!" Phoebe said and walked over to Pamela who froze and closed her eyes. Yet, she couldn't help smiling.
"You know, this isn't much of a surprise birthday party, I know you're throwing one." Pamela giggled letting Phoebe guide her up the stairs.
"Oh you hush, at least you don't know what the house looks like." Phoebe snapped at her.
Pamela giggled some more, "Well lately, the only part of the house I do know, is my room." She said. Phoebe opened Pamela's bedroom door, and let her walk in.
"Now, I'm going to finish up, downstairs then we are going to go to the basement and practice." Phoebe said leaning up against the doorway. Pamela walked over to her bed and plopped her book bag on the floor.
"You never said who trained you. Must've been a really great fighter." Pamela said, and looked over at her window.
Phoebe smiled weakly, "You don't want to know who he was. He was a traitor." Phoebe sighed.
Pamela raised an eyebrow, "Well if he's gone then there's no shame in telling me." She said walking passed her dresser over to the window. She pushed back the drapes, and looked out.
Phoebe smiled, "Who you looking for?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
Pamela continued to stare, "Scott, he said he was taking me out to dinner tonight, as an early B-day present." Pamela said and walked back over to Phoebe bumping into her dresser. Pamela yelped and raised her hands, and jumped out of the way before a bottle of nail polish could tip over. The thing was, it was floating in mid air.
"H-how did you do that?" Phoebe asked, shocked that Pamela had froze something.
"I don't know! I-it just happened!" Pamela said. The bottle unfroze and spilled on the floor. Phoebe grabbed Pamela and dragged her out of the room.
"But the carpet!" Pamela complained looking back at the red spot on the floor, only making Phoebe yank harder.
"This is very, very weird." Paige said. Piper looked through the Book of Shadows. Prue was at her new magazine job, unfortunately, though she would've freaked. Phoebe paced the floor; worried that something terrible was going to happen.
"What I don't get is how she has my powers." Piper said, giving up on the book.
"Well she has Prue's too." Paige joked, smiling.
"Well that's the whole incarnation and reincarnation thing." Piper said ignoring the joke. A demon shimmered in the attic behind Pamela.
"Demon!" Phoebe yelled. Pamela turned and shrieked, orbing out.
The demon frowned, "Deathmoore is not happy." He growled and Piper blew him up.
Pamela orbed back in, "What happened? Where's the demon?" She asked. Paige's mouth was dropped open. "What?"
"Ok that is so not fair! How can she orb? I orb!" Paige complained pointing to herself.
"I orbed?" Pamela asked. Phoebe walked over to Pamela.
"Do you feel any different?" Phoebe asked.
Pamela shrugged, "I don't know, a bit nervous and worried, maybe. Wait, your worried! You worry way too much." Pamela said. Phoebe smiled weakly.
"Guys, don't you think we should be more worried about this Deathmoore guy?" Paige asked looking up from the Book of Shadows. Everyone looked at her, "Ok, it says he's an upper level demon. There is a weakening potion and weakening spell. Only one witch can vanquish him, the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-geat-great-great- granddaughter of Caimaur, the first witch to vanquish Deathmoore." Paige explained.
"That's a lot of 'greats' there don't you think?" Phoebe said, and looked back at Pamela.
"So, I'm going to take a wild guess, and say that it's Pam?" Piper guessed sarcastically, and pointed to Pamela.
"Actually, yes." Said a voice, over in the corner of the room. Everyone turned to see a tall, light brown haired, man leaning up against the attic door. He had broad shoulders and light tan skin. He was dressed in all black and his legs were crossed showing black shoes.