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Author's Note: I know, I'm a horrible person. I'm sorry about being so horrible to you guys, but I just...couldn't find the creative juices to finish writing a chapter. Don't worry, this isn't a hiatus notice or anything-I'm just saying this as a means of apologizing for taking so long. This chapter's pretty short, I know, but next chapter will be longer. I promise. Also, sorry about any spelling/grammatical mistakes. As I've told people in my Avengers story, I write most of this story on the IPad, and while I do try to re-read what I have, my eyes sometimes gloss over things. Not to say that all the mistakes are the fault of the IPad-I'm only human, after all. So sorry about any potential headaches you may get from reading my stories.
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Chapter 4
"I kind of feel bad for her," Paige admitted, biting her lip and staring at the door, as though Amaris would step through it any second.
"Can't be the easiest life to live," Piper agreed. The two sisters sighed, then went to check on Lila. The little girl was still coloring, a bright smile on her face. She was oblivious to the fact that her new friend had just left without saying goodbye. It was probably for the best. Then again, Piper had the sinking suspicion that Amaris would pop back into their lives sooner or later, probably more than once.
Even so, hopefully this would be the last they saw of Lila, at the very least. Don't get her wrong, she loved the little girl to bits, but typically she only saw people like her-Innocents-when they're under threat from a demon or warlock or Darklightef. So yeah, it'd be best if she didn't see the adorable little cutie ever again
"What are we going to tell Phoebe?"
Piper cocked an eyebrow at her sister.
"What do you mean, 'what are we going to tell Phoebe?'" she snapped, not catching on. Paige rolled her eyes.
"I mean, are we going to tell her about the fact that the wolf from last night came over and introduced herself or keep it to ourselves?" Paige said in an attempt to clarify her original question. Piper pursed her lips in thought for a moment before coming to a decision.
"We'll tell her when she gets home, since secrets always seem to come back to bite us in the butt in this family."
"Now that's the understatement of the century," Paige muttered, but thankfully Piper didn't seem to hear her. As though on cue, Phoeve strolled through the front door then, babbling on and on about some difficulties at work. Until, that is, Piper interrupted her, a pensive look on her face.
"Hey, you remember the wolf we had a stare-down with last night, right?"
Phoebe stopped mid-rant to shoot her sister a confused look, though she nodded all the same. Paige nearly rolled her eyes. Queen of Tact Piper Halliwell was not.
"Of course I remember. Kinda hard to forget something that could easily rip my head off from my body."
Piper nodded, then, refusing to meet her sister's eyes, hurriedly added, "Well, shecamehereinherhumanformandrevealedherselfasawerewolfandbasicallyofferedtohelpus."
Phoebe blinked, then turned to Paige for a translation. Paige sighed.
"Thanks Piper," she muttered sarcastically, but Piper had already walked out of the room (probably to check on Lila and Wyatt.) Ugh. What was with her and her inability to overhear any sarcastic retorts her younger half-sister tried to make?
"Paige, focus. What did Piper just fail to try to tell me?"
Paige jumped, closed her eyes and exhaled loudly.
"So this woman came to the Manor and told us, upfront, that she was the wolf we saw yesterday. Meaning she's a werewolf."
At this Phoebe quirked an eyebrow. "I thought that was already established after we looked through the Book."
The half-Whitelighter nodded. "Well, yeah, we did already know that, or at least suspect that, but she came in, gave us some valuable insight on her kind, and offered to help us so she could get Lila back home sooner."
At least, that was their interpretation of the visit. They were pretty certain that she had come and had offered up her assistance. Maybe they were wrong, but they figured they weren't. They hoped they weren't, because they may need her help.
Phoebe nodded, but anyone could tell that she was wary of the werewolf who had come to her home.
"Did she leave us a number or anything to contact her with?"
A single, solitary shake of the head was her response.
"How are you expecting us to call her up and ask her for help if we don't have a phone number, Paige?" she said, storming off to track down Piper. Paige, with a sigh, quickly followed after her.
"She didn't really get a chance to. We may have, er, asked some rather personal questions, and she ran out crying before we could even ask," Paige called, realizing she wouldn't be able to catch up with her psychic sister. Phone stopped dead in her tracks, then turned around slowly so that they were face to face.
"She left crying? Why did she run out crying?"
Silence. With a groan, Phoebe turned back on her heel, determined to find her older sister. Paige followed after her. It didn't take too long to find her-she was in the attic, skimming through the Book of Shadows, probably to properly place the demon that was after Lila. She looked up when Phoebe stomped in, a sheepish Paige sauntering in behind her, though she quickly returned her attention back to the Book when she saw the expression on her sister's face. She was in trouble.
"Hi Piper. Emotionally abuse anyone lately?"
Oh yeah. Definitely in trouble. If it wasn't for her empath powers, she wouldn't be as into the feelings of others as she was. But since she was an empath, she cared a little too much about what other people were feeling.
"Look, Phoebe, I can explain," Piper said, straightening up with a sigh. The middle sister waited, face expectant, hands on hips.
"Well? Explain away."
"We just wanted to understand how her kind works is all. And we asked a question that we thought was okay, but obviously it wasn't. We didn't mean to make her leave crying. It just sort of happened," the elder sister explained, wringing her hands nervously as she studiously avoided locking gazes with anyone.
It was like a light switch had been flipped off. Phoebe completely relaxed and a smile made its way onto her face as she nodded, accepting her sister's answer.
"Okay then."
Piper and Paige exchanged looks, mutually deciding to just go with it for now. Who were they to question her being in a good mood? Unless she was possessed or something. Then they would question it.
"Were you able to find a vanquishing potion for the demon?"
At this Piperr scowled, making it obvious as to what the answer would be.
"Nope. I mean, I found the demon, but there's no known vanquishing potion," she said, her brow furrowed, irritated by her own admission.
"You can just blow him up, right?" Paige asked. Piper thought about it for a moment before she shrugged.
"Probably."
"Should we be prepared to use the power of three spell as a back-up, just in case?"
Piper considered it, but ultimately deciding that the demon wasn't that powerful, shook her head.
"I don't think we'll need to resort to that. I'll just wave my hands," she began, making the gesture as she spoke, "and bam, no more demon."
Paige sighed wistfully and leaned against her sister. "Have I ever told you that I love your powers?"
She shook her head, and Paige pursed her lips, looking faintly upset.
"Well I do. They're awesome."
Phoebe grunted.
"I don't," she said, shoving her sister playfully. "You get all the kick-butt, mega cool active powers and I get...unactive ones."
Paige smirked at the now pouting Phoebe. "Aw, is someone jealous?"
Phoebe let out an indignant sound just as Paige chuckled and darted away, orbing away. Paige glared daggers at the space she had been in only moments prior before throwing her head up to stare at the area above them and exclaiming, "Get back here, you little cheater!"
And with that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the door. Piper watched them go with a sigh before a smile bloomed on her face, and she followed Paige out the door, albeit at a slower pace.
All was well in the Halliwell home.
I know I say their names a lot in this chapter, but that's because I wanted to avoid any confusion of "who said what, who did what, I'm so utterly confused," because I know I feel that way a lot when I read books. This chapter was Halliwell-centric, but the next one will be Amaris-centric. That's all for now! Thanks for reading!
