Okay people! I am sorry if the last chapter was a bit of a child abusive. I am really sorry, but I don't really like Piper. I like Prue because she is hot, hot, hot in a dress. I am only 13, and I think she is hot! Bad me. Well anyways, some credits!

Nancy T: This story is not about Piper (well, goes around here)! It is about the children being abducted! Piper fans! I am sorry if you thought Piper screamed to much! She is usually soft!

Inuspeeddemon: Here is the next chapter! And on time too!

TvCrazed: I will update almost every two days from now on!

heather1021: This story is going to be damn short!

Now on with this chapter! And, there might be some 'Author & Character' chat in the end. Sorry! But one of my characters does not get the point! Sorry! Now on with the show!

Chapter 2:

Breakfast and the Work

Piper was busy in the kitchen trying very hard not to think about the demon and the children. "Oh God, please, let Leo save those children. If he does not get the children back in 16 hours, then, we are not going to have a merry Christmas this year. What am I saying? I have faith that Leo will get those children back. Well, I have little hope he will. What am I say? Pull your self together Piper Halliwell Wyatt! Don't you dare break down or else…" Piper thought no more because Phoebe was hold her by the neck.

"What the hell are you doing Piper?" Phoebe asked her.

"What!" Piper said coming back to reality.

"You were holding the knife above your heart and you were going to stab your self to death!" Phoebe said in a scared tone releasing the grip she had on her shocker sister.

"Oh God, did I just try to kill my self? What is up with me?" she thought, "I think I have to check on brain controlling in the "Book of Shadows," she thought some more. "I am just worried that if Leo can't make it in time, I will kill me self," Piper lied to Phoebe. "That was some nice excuse. Just nice…" she thought.

"Piper. We are all scared. You just have to be strong. Cole died, and I tried very hard to force my self to take the pain away. Can't you do that to?" Phoebe said to Piper in a pleading look.

"Fine," Piper relied. "I think I am going to go to my bed and take a short nap. By the time that I wake up, every thing will be fine," Piper lied again. "Stop lying to Phoebe!" her thoughts screamed at her.

"Okay Piper. I will call you when breakfast is ready," Phoebe told her.

Piper was slowly slouching up the stairs when she heard Phoebe shout to her.

"And, Paige is checking the "Book of Shadows" on the demon!" Phoebe yelled from the kitchen room.

"Okay! Thanks for telling me!" Piper yelled back. "Shit!" she said in a low tone. "Now what can I do?" her brain told her. "I know!" another voice said in her brain. "Who are you?" the brain told to the voice. "I am the fairy of Christmas Past of course dummy!" the voice said. "Then, get out of my God damn head!" the brain screamed. "Okay, okay," the voice said.

Then a faint light came out from Piper's ear. The light formed into a small fairy flying in the air. She was green and white, she had long antennas, she had whitish-gold wings, and she wore a long white hat that said "Fairy of Christmas Past."

"Are you a pixie?" Piper asked her.

"No silly," the pixie told her, "I am the pixie of Christmas Past."

"Then you are a pixie," Piper corrected her.

"I am not a pixie, I am THE pixie of Christmas Past," the pixie correct her. "And Vampire-Wizard, I am not the 'pixie,' I am the pixie of Christmas Past! So stop writing me as a pixie!" The pixie yelled at me.

"What ever! Like I care!" I told the pixie.

"I am not a PIXIE!" the pixie screamed at me. "And stop writing me as pixie!"

"Just get on with the story…pixie!" I yelled at the pixie.

"Fine, but I will prove you wrong. People who are reading this, send a review telling Vampire-Wizard that I AM not a pixie, but the pixie of Christmas Past!" the Pixie said.

"Don't listen to her. She is delusional," I said. "Can we get on with the story!" I yelled at the dumb delusional pixie.

"Fine, Vampire-Wizard," the pixie told me. "And don't you dare write Pixie again or I am leaving!" the pixie screeched.

"Fine! Have it your way Pixie of Christmas Past!" I said. "Now just get on with the damn story! Please," I told the pixie, I mean the pixie of Christmas Past.

"That's better," the pixie of Christmas Past said. Then, she turned to Piper, "I am here to help you," she told her.

"Help me on what?" Piper relied.

"Help you on making your Christmas tree of course!" the pixie of Christmas Past said happily.

"Fine, come and help. Besides I have nothing to do, so I guess I can do the cough, cough-stupid-cough, cough tree," Piper said coughing.

"Don't write that!" the pixie of Christmas Past yelled at me.

"Fine!" I yelled back at her.

"Now, where is your Christmas Tree?" the pixie of Christmas Past said to Piper.

"It is up in the attic," Piper replied. "This is going to be a long day…" she thought…

Sorry, if i talked to much to that annoying pixie. But she drives me nuts!

"I am not a pixie! I am the pixie of Christmas Past!" the pixie screamed at me!

"Readers, we have a little problem. So, the pixie here is leaving this chapter as of now! Good bye Pixie!" I yelled at the pixie.

"Fine, see you tomorrow!" the pixie shouted while she cried.

Again, I am sorry for that. See you tomorrow! And comments please tell me! BYE! Stay tune!