Angelically Charmed: Son of Mandela

"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" the demonic tracer sneered motioning for the other's to step aside. "C'mere boy! I've got some witches for you to practice on!"

Prue squinted as a blonde haired boy of about nineteen stepped into view. He looked vaguely familiar like the sibling or child of someone she and her sisters had vanquished. The boy stepped right in front of Prue shoving his hands into his pockets looking down at her with cold eyes of steel.

"Is this the witch that killed my mother?"

"Mandela" Prue breathed thinking of Andy's demonic counterpart. She had a son.

The male demon chuckled softly, holding his aim on Amanda steady. "The one and only Prue Halliwell, Charmed Witch. This little philly here, is her witch-tracer kid" the demon added forcing the tip of the crossbow's arrow into Amanda's scalp.

"Ow!"

The boy knelt down and slipped hand through the coils of the net gripping Amanda's face. "My angelic counterpart. You are the one that caused my mother to die"

"Your mother died because she was evil!" Prue hissed poking a flicking finger outside of the net. The high priestess kept a hard face as the boy went sailing head over heels with the force of her telekinetic blast.

"Your daughter will pay for that Witch!" Another demon holding a reserved crossbow brought the blunt end down through the net striking Amanda sharply in the mouth. Blood began instantly gushing from her upper lip.

"Leave her alone!" The sound of her daughter's shriek caused Prue to let out an animal like growl. Curse the damn net! She hissed silently wishing for the power to strike back through her eyes as the male demons helped the boy to his feet.

"Congratulations, Declan it looks like your first vanquish is going to be an angelic-witch!"

Prue shuddered involuntary keeping Amanda shielded with her body. If they were planning on vanquishing Amanda with the crossbow they would have to go through her first.

She'd hoped that they'd take a chance and raise the net. No such luck. Zane was standing on the opposite side forcing Prue to get up on all fours. "Stay down and call for your Aunt Paige" If they was anytime for Paige to show off her Guardian power it was now.

"Will she hear my call from down here?" Amanda whispered knowing that the shields of the underworld blocked her uncle Leo's sensing devices.

"I don't know," Prue swallowed, but we'll find out.

"Somehow I never figured I'd learn our family secrets by trial and error" Amanda turned her head, closing her eyes. "Aunt Paige, I need you!"

Back at the manor, Paige stretched pulled off her dress, leaving her clad in a lacey purple slip. Thankfully Glenda was down for the night she thought letting the events of the day, tire her weary mind. A few minutes with her romance novel and Paige too would be out for the night, hopefully without the intrusion of anything demonic.

Reaching for her favorite nightshirt, Paige was just about to discard of the rest of her clothing when a knock sounded and the door opened. Drake appeared in the door jam.

"Speaking of something demonic" Paige sneered rolling her large chestnut eyes. "Just barge right in. Not like I was doing anything that required privacy."

"Oh Good your still awake" Drake smiled his famous intoxicating grin, closing the door behind him. "Listen, I just wanted to apologize for earlier today. The dancing and all…I really don't know what came over me"

Paige held her nightshirt, wringing it in her fingers. "If I had to guess judging by the way the rest of the guests were acting it was something demonic, something other than you"

"Right" Drake took a moment and stared at her form as it reflected in the moonlight. "You have great dancer's legs by the way?"

"Excuse me?" Paige looked down at her legs feeling as if she were exposed. "Listen…I really need too…" It was then that she heard Amanda's call. "I have to go, it's my niece, Amanda"

"I'll come with you" Not waiting for her reply, Drake stepped into her orbs, reaching his hand about her waist. A moment later, they were standing in the underworld amidst the fate that was just about to befall Amanda.

"Paige!"

"Prue and Amanda" Paige breathed as the demonic tracer was about the pull the trigger. Doing the only she could, Paige called out for her force field power, producing a blue glow around the security net.

The arrow fired piercing halfway through the protective shield stopped just shy of piercing Prue. Being the marksman that they were one of the demonic tracer turned and fired the crossbow directly at Paige.

"Force field deflection!" Blue circles of the electrical shield formed around hands allowing her to use them as barrier for the arrows, deflecting them back at the demons.

"Mind if I offer you a hand?" Drake stepped in front Paige and held up a palm of his own, releasing a blast of thermal heat directly the demon who'd fired at Paige disintegrating him at once.

"Let's live to fight another day!" the lead demon toldDeclan as one by the one the demons started to orb out in their black flurries. Still clutching his crossbow in his hands,Declan looked down at Amanda and Prue.

"We will meet again my fair angel" Then the like the others, Mandela's son disappeared, along with the magical net that was holding Amanda and Prue captive.

"Thanks Sis" Prue held Amanda close for several seconds kissing her hair as Drake slipped off his jacket and placed it over Paige's shoulders in a gentleman's fashion. "by the way, thank you too, that's a pretty cool power you have" Prue told Drake.

Drake smiled as Paige once again rolled her eyes in an annoyed fashion. "I'm just glad I was able to use it for good instead of evil"

"Well, I'd say that saving the life of an angel and her nearly middle aged mother is an excellent thing" Prue quipped smiling a big toothy grin. "Now let's go home"

Later that evening Prue stood in the doorway, of Amanda's room watching her play a game of Pretty, Pretty Princess with the younger girls. Amanda was so grown up, yet still so childlike "Well, she's certainly had a big day"

"Haven't we all" Leo stood beside her with his crossed over his chest, grinning as Melinda put on the Crown and multiple colored sets of plastic beads.

"Did you find out anything from the Edler's yet?"

"Actually I did and believe it or not this is not their fault" Leo scratched the side of his face, and then pulled away from the door. "It seems that the angel of destiny had a hand in what happened to Amanda"

"The Angel of Destiny, made Amanda age ten years? Leo why?" Prue looked genuinely perplexed. Normally the Angels didn't interfere in destiny they protected it and cast their wrath upon those who tried to change it without just cause.

"The Elder's aren't quite sure, all they know is that is has something to do with you and Andy"

"Me and Andy?" Prue started to feel a pit growing in her stomach. "But Andy isn't even here…."

"Exactly, and since he isn't available, the Angel felt it necessary to pass on his powers to the next Tracer in line which at the moment is Amanda"

Prue shook her head. "No Leo she isn't ready for this. She's only eight years old. She was no more ready to become the next Mortal Tracer than Austin had been ready to become death."

Leo placed his hands on Prue's shoulders turning backt owards the doorway. "Look again, she's eighteen in both body and soul. She's ready Prue otherwise, Destiny never would have allowed her to have such power."

"I won't have my children aging at rapid speed, Leo. It's not fair!" At this rate, Prue knew that Amanda had just lost her childhood, just as she had when Patty died.

Leo frowned, feeling his sister in-laws pain. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice Prue"

"You have failed me!"

"Your excellency, please take mercy!" In the underworld, the demonic Tracer known as Igoen knelt before the Source. His son, Declan, was at his side. "My son, was but a boy yesterday and today you have made him a man. He has not yet had time to master the power. We will not fail you again!"

"Very Well" the source flexed his mighty hand, fending off rage. "You must find a way to vanquish the oldest Angelic One !"

"We, will…we will" The demonic trembled in his boots, forcing his son to keep his head low as the Source dismissed them.

The Source then looked to his trusted oracle who was stroking a crystal globe. "Tell me wise one, what do you see?"

Fog separated from the inside of the globe causing a clear vision of Amanda and her evil counterpart, Declan "I see the Angelic Tracer in the arms of our young Declan. She has just given birth to the next immortal child. The child who will process the key to the destruction of the entire underworld!"

"THAT CANNOT BE!"

As the bewitching hour fell over manor, Paige tossed and turned in her sleep. Show tunes played and visions of ballroom dancers danced all around. Dressed in a full-length evening gown. Paige stood in the middle of the dance floor, holding a dance card.

"Cursed Drake!" Paige murmured in her sleep. She woke up briefly and fluffed her pillow before allowing the dream to overtake her. "Damn Demon!"

Back on the ballroom floor, the hands of man slid around her waist drawing her in close. Paige could only mew softly as tender kisses found their way to the smooth skin of her porcelain neck. The touch was soft and intoxicating. So intoxicating in fact that the next Paige knew she was back on the dance floor dancing round and round, with a faceless man. She was laughing and having the time of her life.

"Kiss me", she whispered.

The face of her suitor leaned pulling her mouth into a passionate kiss. The scene of the dream then changed to where they were in bed tossing about, covered in red satin sheets.

Glenn, she hadn't felt this way, since she'd been with Glenn her subconscious screamed.

"You dare be with another man!" the man in her dream bellowed pulling out a razor blade from beneath the sheets. Forcibly he grabbed Paige's throat crushing her windpipe and threatened to cut.

"ARGH!" Paige bolted straight up with a blood-curdling scream that shook the entire manor. Startled by her Mother, Glenda started to howl in a matching pitch.

"Paige?" Piper was the first one through the door, dragging the hem of her floral bathrobe. Leo was trailing behind her wearing sleep pants.

"Paige, wake up, it's just a dream." Piper soothed cradling her sister in her arms.

"It-it seemed so real." Paige choked, pulling away. Tears were streaming down her face as Piper started to inspect her skin.

"A little too real" Piper glanced at Leo pointing out the bruises and red blotches of finger marks near Paige's windpipe. "Paige in your dream was someone choking you?"

By this time, Drake had come in followed by Prue and Amanda.

"What's going on?" Prue asked her face flooded with concern as she picked up the wailing Glenda from her crib and began to comfort her..

"You!" Paige spat, pointing a finger at Drake. "It was you!"

"Me?" Drake placed his hands on his chest as if he was pointing to himself dumbfounded. "What did I do?"

Coming up! Piper faces the consequences for stopping death. Paige is overwhelmed by her duties of being guardian to both Amanda and Austin. Prue summons the demonic bounty hunter, Krell to take out Mandela's son, in hopes of saving Amanda.