Angelically Charmed: Ayleia's Anarchy.

Paige opened her mouth to answer but her words were intercepted by a loud crash coming from the living room. "What the hell happened now?" With Drake fast on her heels, Paige opened the kitchen door.

Hmm… From what Paige could see an invisible ripple was moving through the crowd of people, pushing and shoving reeking havoc amongst the remaining guests.

"Watch it Buddy!" One guest snapped at another as he felt a shoe step over his toe. Another guest stumbled and dropped his plate tossing the contents all over Elise.

"This is a new dress!" Retaliating, Elise pulled the plate out of the hands from the person sitting next to her, and smashed it right into the man's face.

Austin casually looked about the room, as she followed her older sister Ally. Something was not right the young witchling assumed watching as the guest began to get grouchy. Evil was lurking nearby. She could sense it. Activating her aoric site, Austin cast a purple hue upon all of the would be mortals in the room. She let it fade gradually, as she and Ally continued about the room using her power as a tracking device. Bingo, he sense of angelic sight landed right on Ayleia and the See'r, singling them out

Alyeia smiled at her half sister, picking up on her insightful radar and began to invade Austin's thoughts working their shared magic of telepathy.

This creature that Austin had deemed as being surrounded by evil was trapped. "Who are you?" the young telepath communicated back.

"Ayleia"

Austin's eyes became wide. Left unable to hear by the Elder's so that she could not be distracted Death's call, Austin's power of speech was slurred. Frantic, she began jabbering to Ally in non-sense words.

The older angelic one looked at her annoyed as she reached for a piece of cake sitting on the dining room table. "Leave it alone it's mine!"

Desperate, for someone of intelligence to listen to her, Austin ran up to Piper and started to tug of the hem of her dress. Deftly Piper lifted the little witch into her arms. "What is it, little one, Ally won't share her cake with you?"

"Phew, Phew"

"Phew?" Piper's nose crinkled with a laugh, "what are trying to say that I smell?"

Frustrated Austin shook her head, and rapidly began opening and closing her fists mocking Piper's explosive motions. "We've got to get this sign language thing down" Piper sighed. "This mumbo jumbo stuff ain't workin'! It was then the older witch noticed the severity of the situation. People were really getting pissed off. A crystal glass went whizzing past her head, forcing Piper to duck it was a near miss. "I'm sorry baby you're just going to have to settle your little squabble with Ally on your own. I've got a riot to break up"

From the other side of the room, Ayleia giggled at her half-sister's frustration as Piper set Austin back down to the floor.

Find something funny my little liege? The See'r was quick to notice Alyeia's impish smile, "You are the one causing all of this commotion aren't you?"

Alyeia merely responded with another giggle, causing the Seer's own smile to broaden.

"Come it is time for us to retreat." Keeping her head low, the See'r strolled purposefully towards the door. Her hand slipped carefully around the knob, twisting it only to find it locked. "Ayleia you stop this, this instance!"

Setting her eyes on Drake, Ayleia let out a willful glee, sending a telepathic message for him to break into his song and dance routine of the great 17th century swordsman and lover, Cyrano de Bergerac

Snapping his fingers as directed by Alyeia, Drake's clothes changed to a ruffled dress shirt and swashbuckling pants. A sword, formed in his hand and broke out into monologue, taking a hold of Paige's hand.

"Oh, my Dearest Roxanne, won't thouest dance with me?"

"I am not Roxanne!" Paige blistered, fighting his grasp as Drake whisked her into the middle of the living room, dipping her in a ballroom style dance fashion. A hush fell over the room, and the rioting stopped. All eyes were now focused up Paige and Drake.

"Tango!" Drake shouted plucking a rose from one the flower arrangements and setting it between his teeth. Forcing, Paige's arm outward, he laced his fingers with hers and walked her quickly across the room keeping a firm hand on her hip.

Livid, Piper placed her hands on her hips, snarling at Cole. "What does your friend thing this is? Dancing with the Stars? This is a memorial service Damn It!"

Prue was about half-down the stairs in a hurried fashion when she stopped dead in her tracks the sight of the commotion. "Oh—Oh—Oh—" she murmured as she often did when something astonished her. She watched with her mouth wide open as Drake spun Paige around and then slid her into another dip.

People were standing all around them, in a circle cheering and throwing the rest of the flowers. Prue had half-way decided to retreat back up the stairs in favor of trying to astral project to Amanda when Piper's gitty yell, froze her heart.

"PRUE, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE AND HELP ME PUT A STOP TO THIS!"

"I can't!" Prue called out sympathetically. "I have to find Amanda!"

"Prue?"

"PRUE!" Piper made a frustrated face towards her sisters back forming her hands into claws. Her voice deepened as once again she froze the innocents. "Fine, just dump everything on the middle sister, no problem Piper will take care of everything!

"You froze them again?" Leo asked his wife incredulously.

"Did you have any better ideas?" It was then that Piper noticed that Drake and Paige were dancing, this time the tango. "Drake didn't freeze? Why didn't he freeze?"

"Upper level Demon" Cole explained in time with the slam of the front door. The See'r and Ayleia were gone.

"What was that?" It sounded to Piper as if someone had just left. But everyone inside with the exception of the family and Drake were frozen.

"I don't know," Leo replied uneasily watching as Piper pressed her hand to her forehead.

Frazzled, Piper blew a fallen hair away from her face, "You know, I don't care. Just get these people out of my house and make that idiot stop dancing! His damn singing is starting to give me a headache!"

"But how?" Leo swallowed.

"I don't care how! Orb them, use some memory dust just get rid of them!" Piper turned squarely nearly slipping on a paper plate filled with onion dip. "NOW LEO!"

Clear swirls of orbs appeared depositing an invisible Amanda in the underworld. There, tracking Dad hadn't been so hard. All she needed to do was orb in an invisible state to pick up his trail.

Becoming corporeal, Amanda looked to her left. Nothing but cobwebs and dirt to the right; a lighted pathway was brightly illuminated by torches. Amanda let out a deep breath and chose the pathway. She had been walking for several seconds when the sound of a rock skittering along the path caught her attention. Amanda stopped briefly, "Who's there?"

"No one" She shook her head dismissively as a red astral flash appeared in front of her.

"No one! That could have been a demon, Missy!" Prue Halliwell stood just millimeters away from her oldest daughter, coping a motherly tone.

"Mom, how did you find me so fast?"

"Years of practice, Now let's go home!" Prue latched onto Amanda's upper arm squeezing tightly. "Orb"

"What, no…I have to find Dad!" Amanda pulled her arm away." I can't leave without him"

"Amanda, Honey" Prue started off with reason. "Daddy, is not here"

"How do you know?" Amanda challenged taking stock in her newly advanced tracking abilities.

"Because, Uncle Leo and I already searched this cavern. "Leo couldn't get a read"

"Well I did" Amanda pleaded. "Mom, I sensed Tracer orbs. He's here I know it! Grams is wrong, he isn't dead."

"I don't believe that he's dead either," That would be something that Prue would know in her heart. Prue sighed touching Amanda's cheek. "But we have to be careful, we can't just go on orbing into every…." Prue's words were cut short.

"Mom?"

Prue looked around feeling a bit uneasy, "I don't know, I just felt a chill…like someone is here with us"

From out of nowhere, several demonic tracers appeared with crossbows ready to fire. "Net!" one of them shouted prompting a black magic proof net to topple upon the two witches.

At first, Amanda struggled uselessly against the coils of the net, entangling them beyond escape. She then closed her eyes and tried to orb. "Honey, no" Prue cautioned, "It isn't any use. Their powers didn't work in the demonic net.

"I see that your husband taught you well, Mrs. Halliwell" One of the demonic tracer's stepped up to the net pointing his crossbow right between Prue's eyes.

"That won't work on me" Prue hissed, looking up at him from all fours. The demon laughed nonchalantly and moved the crossbow towards Amanda pressing the tip to her forehead.

"But it will work on her"