Chapter One

Present

Patrice, walked out through the backdoor of the restaurant she worked at, it was dark and it made her uncomfortable, maybe she should have waited for Jack to walk her home. When she reads the end of the alley she turned around, thinking she heard something behind her.

"Please, please don't hurt me" Patrice looked if she saw someone. "Hello??" She called walking back into the allay.

"Please… Please don't hurt me" Patrice saw, a men standing over a women, it was pretty dark and she couldn't see what was going on.

"Hey" Patrice called without thinking. The men turned around glowed his eyes red and let a fire-ball appear in his hand. Patrice froze, the women that called for help was laying dead on the ground and she was going to be next, just because she had to stick her nose in other peoples business. The Demon lifted up his hand throwing the fire-ball towards her, Patrice raised her hand out of reflex, but realised nothing happed. A swirl of white lights appeared in frond of her and pushed her aside. The fire-ball missed Patrice and hid a dumpster, the demon shimmered out.

"You okay?" The men how pushed her aside asked. Patrice looked dumbfounded at him. "Yeah, were did you come from" She asked as she stood up and put her cloth strait.

"You didn't call for me?" The men asked kind of surprised. Patrice shook slowly her head still overwhelmed. "Who are you?" Patrice asked a little confused.

"Kyle" The men simply stated. "Right, well, very nice meeting you, tanks for saving my but, I gotte go" Patrice turned around walking as fast as she could out of the alley.

Patrice mind was raising, while she walked home; 'Why did I bound my powers, I could have saved that girl. Why did I have go there, I could have been killed. What's up with that whitelighter, how could he have thought I called for him. What is I'm not unviable for magic anymore. Maybe he got me confused for that dead witch, she must have called for him, this sucks, from all the people in the world I'm the one that runs into a demon. Maybe mom was right, maybe it's destiny, no I don't believe in that stuff anymore, I'm the one to make my life, not some stupid angel'.

"Look we need to talk" Patrice jumped as Kyle snapped her out of her thoughts"What do you want?"

"I realise that you don't know what's going on, it might be scaring you, but he could still come after you, you live might be in danger" Patrice looked at the dark haired whitelighter, how was wearing a simple sweater and black jeans, he must think she was a mortal, that didn't know about this kind of stuff.

"I can take care of my self and why would he come after me, I barely saw him." She answered like she just witnessed a normal murder.

Kyle looked at the stubborn, young women she was in her early twenties and had long brown hair, tide in a high ponytail and eyes that reminded him of a long lost love. In general she looked a little familiar, even though he couldn't really place it. She didn't looked scared and most of the confusion he had seen in her earlier was gone, now she looked more annoyed.

Patrice narrowed her eyes, fixing them on Kyle, wondering if he knew more about then he let go, maybe the Elders found her and sent a whitelighter after her.

"Could I at least walk you home?" He asked. Again he got her by surprise "You aren't a stalker are you?" Kyle smiled "No, I'm a cop"

"You wanne come in?" Patrice asked when she and Kyle reached her apartment. "Sorry, but I got paged" Patrice nodded 'yeah right' "Okay then, I'll see you around"

Kyle had orbed away up to the Elders and was now in discussion with one of them.

"I don't know Janice" Kyle said to the female Elder "If she is a witch she either doesn't know or keeps it hidden"

"Didn't she see you orb?" Janice asked "If she did she didn't let me know" Kyle paused for a moment. "I'm pretty sure she knows about magic, the way she handled what she saw, no unknowing mortal would handled it like that"

"I'll discuses this case with they other, for the mean while, keep an eye on her"

Patrice tossed the ball in the air and raised her hands, trying to freeze it, but the ball fell and bounced of on the floor. "Spell is still working" Kind of relieved Patrice walked into the kitchen to get some juice, when the demon from the allay shimmered in frond of her. "Oh, Crap" She muttered as she quickly dropped behind the counter to avoid a fire-ball. She had to thing quick, she needed her powers if she didn't want to die. 'What did my I say again in the spell, oh shit' Patrice make her way out of the kitchen ducking fire-balls. 'Something about hiding my magic, it was crappy'

"The magic I hide,

let me find"

'Okay that sucks, her goes nothing' Patrice appeared from behind her coach and raised her hand, the demon and the latest fire-ball he had throw both froze. "Great look at the mess, you made" She said to the frozen demon.

"Okay, I uhm, I need a vanquish spell, or a potion, just great, now I'm stuck with a frozen demon and no way to get rid of him." She muttered as she realise she had no idea how to vanquish him.

"KYLE" She called for the third time, this was getting nowhere. "Oh come on Kyle, I know you can hear me, you cover-up is lousy"

Kyle appeared in a swirl of bright orbs "So you did know I was a whitelighter"

"Yeah and since you are, I need some help" Patrice pointed at the frozen demon, behind him.

"He did come after you"

"Yeah you where right, you happy now? Look I got no idea how to get rid of him, so help me out"

"Well looks like a upperlevel-demon to me…" Kyle started

"I know that" Kyle look at Patrice "You know upperlevel-demon have the fire-ball thing" She explained.

"You need to make a vanquishing potion" Kyle said as the demon came out of his freeze, the fire-ball resumed his course hitting Patrice at her shoulder. The Demon shimmered away.