A/N. Thanks for the reviews. Okay, a pretty boring chapter here, but the next one is better. Here are the answers to some questions I got: I don't know how many chapters there's going to be, or if I'm going to continue writing after this fic. There may be some chapters narrated by different characters. No I'm not going to make a website about this fic, nor will Callie, Prue and Lacy become the next Charmed Ones. Jude is scared of Morgan because, although they have the same powers, Morgan is the oldest and hers are the strongest. Phew! I think that's it!

Chapter 7 – Holly

I sighed with boredom as I struggled to keep my eyes open. I was slumped on an old couch in the Manor's attic, squeezed between Wyatt and Prue. Callie, Hattie, Warren and Patty were perched on various mismatched chairs around the room while Lacy and Chris paced. Mom and the aunts were huddled around the Book Of Shadows. Yep, a family gathering to search our infamous book. Although the majority of the family weren't actually anywhere near the book. I really didn't know why we were here. Mom and the aunts could handle this themselves.

"Mom can't we go home," Warren asked, voicing the question on all of our lips. "We're bored."

"Really, really bored," Callie added.

"You are home," Prue pointed out. "You can leave any time you want."

"No she can't," Aunt Piper put in, never lifting her eyes off the page. "None of you can."

"Why not?" Patty asked. "We're not helping."

"No," Mom agreed. "But you're safe. And until we find out who these demons are, we're staying together."

"We can handle them ourselves," Prue protested. "I got one of them."

"Didn't vanquish her, though," I pointed out.

"I think Mom and the aunts are right," Lacy spoke up.

Eight pairs of incredulous eyes turned to her.

"You do?" Wyatt wondered, shocked.

"Well, yeah. If these guys are anything like Belthazor we need to stick together. He nearly killed Aunt Prue, Phoebe and Mom. And we're not nearly as powerful as they are."

"You are," Chris said. I picked up on the obvious bitterness and cringed. Lacy didn't deserve that. She never gloated about her power.

"But we're not," I said, noticing that Lacy was lost for words. I also noticed the hurt in her warm mocha brown eyes.

Chris shrugged and dropped his head.

"Lacy's right," Aunt Phoebe said. "These guys do sound a lot like C – Belthazor. And as far as we know they could be even more powerful."

I sighed and slouched backwards, letting my eyes flutter closed. This was getting us nowhere.

Two hours and many winks later, someone shook me awake. My eyes snapped open to see Chris standing above me.

"What?" I asked grumpily. I was having a brilliant dream about when we were younger, when Mom and Dad never argued.

"We've finished," Chris announced.

"And?" I pushed myself up so I was sitting instead of slouching.

"Nothing," Chris reported with a sigh, flopping down beside me. "There was nothing in the book about the demons."

"What does that mean?" I asked, worried now. The book had always given us the information we needed before.

Chris shrugged and rubbed his eyes wearily.

"It means we have to figure out a way to vanquish these guys on our own," Warren said, ambling over to us.

"Great," Chris sighed.

I have to say I wasn't exactly thrilled by the idea either. I'd heard stories of how Mom and the aunts were nearly vanquished themselves because they had no idea who their enemy was.

"So, are we going home now?" Hattie asked from across the room.

"Yeah, I guess so," Mom replied.

"Hang on, hang on!" Aunt Piper cried. "No one's going anywhere."

"Why not?" Prue asked. "We can't do anything else here."

"But the demons might attack again," Aunt Piper reminded everyone.

"And we'll fight them again," Aunt Phoebe said, moving away from the Book Of Shadows.

"But they're so powerful," Aunt Piper protested lamely.

"So are we," Aunt Phoebe shot back.

My eldest aunt sighed tersely, knowing she was beaten. "I just think we'd all be safer together."

"We can't put our lives on hold just because some demons have attacked. I thought we'd agreed on that years ago," Mom said.

"These aren't just 'some demons', I can feel it. They sound dangerous and powerful and I think we should be careful. But I can't make you stay."

Mom crossed the room and slung her arm over Aunt Piper's shoulders. "Remember, we're just an orb or a heart away."