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Chapter 4

First move

The shift passed quickly and the band filled the club with happy customers. Kara tried to ignore Marie throwing herself at Chris at the opposite end of the bar.

She worked hard and forced the fact that she was working with a demon. She was determined that she wasn't a witch and her sister hadn't chosen to follow her mother's footsteps into evil.

She would rather believe her beloved father had suffered some kind of breakdown in the hours before his death, and she'd rather believe the voices in her head were from some mental illness bought on by the grief, than that she had inherited the telepathic powers had claimed to have.

Whatever it was, if it was telepathic ability she was glad that it was on the jip tonight in the packed nightclub, as the babble that often invaded her head in crowds might have knocked her sideways.

The club closed at around two am and Piper pulled Kara to one side.

"Hey how are you doing? Enjoying it?"

"Yes, Mrs Haliwell."

"My name's Piper, Kara."

"Piper", Kara smiled shyly and glanced sideways at the sound of laughter and saw Chris leaving with his arm draped around Marie. Piper watched her new waitress' face dropped and put a comforting hand on Kara's arm.

"If it helps, I think if my son had to choose one of you, he's picked the wrong one."

"Thanks but it's not that, mostly, it that she's a d...darned awful person."

"Well he's a bright boy, mostly, he'll realise...Well I'll let you get home. See you tomorrow?"

"Just you try and stop me. G'night"

"Night"

Kara left the club and walked home, but felt a strange sense of terror that rose in waves as she drew nearer to her apartment.

She tried to calm down after her conversation revealed that no-one had been in and out of number 307, her and Alice's apartment, since Alice had got in from work that evening.

Kara took the stairs to their floor and walked along the corridor, still unable to shake the feelings of terror and dread that had dogged her since she left the club.

She fumbled in her bag to get to her keys and shoved them in the lock, but found that the with the slightest pressure it fell open. Kara stepped inside and the feeling of terror was so strong that she nearly passed out.

"Alice?" she stepped forward again, the terror making her head spin "Allie? You left the door unlocked. Al?"

She turned the corner and saw the TV was on in Alice's room was on and she walked into the room.

"Al, you really shouldn't..." her speech trailed off.

Her best friend sat propped up in bed, apparently watching the TV...

...with her throat ripped out.