¤Chapter 4¤

Immediately the smell of trash let Emily and Cole and they were teleported to an old alley, next to a brick wall and some old cardboard boxes.

"This the place?" Cole asked Emily, still crouched down by the crates.

"Shh, they are coming!" Emily said, about five seconds before a young distraught Asian girl ran into the alley, crying. She hid next to a tan wooden crate and sunk down to the ground, head in her hands.

Cole looked up and saw a dark skinned woman walk into the alley with a lot of confidence.

"You cannot fend me off forever, Dana!" She said in a cocky voice that Cole instantly hated!

"No! Stay away from me!" Shouted the young girl named Dana, extending her hand as a powerful jet of lightning shot out from it... it missed the target, hitting the brick wall behind her!

NO! Cole thought as the tan-skinned woman's hand was absorbed in a dark mist, Cole knew she was summoning an athame. Cole outstretched his large hand and in a swirl of lights the athame appeared in his hand! He stepped out from behind the boxes, in a rather cocky way... Emily right behind him.

With one motion he threw the athame by the handle and it spiraled a couple of times, then hit the target dead on, reducing her to a pile of ashes!

Emily brushed her dark red bangs out of her eyes and said, "Nice shot!"

"Thank you! I've been practicing in my basement!" as Cole was accepting the praise, the young Asian witch scrambled gracefully to her feet in despair.

"You stay away from me! I am warning you!" She threatened, holding out her hand.

"Oh please... we have seen you shoot, and besides we are here to help you!" Emily said, stepping in front of Cole now.

"I... I don't believe you," She said defiantly, shooting out a bolt of lightning that streaked past Emily's arm barely missing her.

"HAH! Missed!" Emily exclaimed, smiling.

Dana just smiled a little, and turned and ran out of the alley.

"What was that about?" Cole asked Emily in bewilderment.

"I don't— AHHHH!" Emily screamed as she turned around and saw a large abandoned bookshelf running (yes, RUNNING) at her, right were Dana's lightning strike had hit.

"Umph!" Cole exclaimed as the bookshelf made impact with the two cousins, running them violently in the wall. Cole and Emily were pinned against the wall, helpless, screaming and kicking.

"BOOKSHELF!" Cole yelled, pushing both hands outward as their attacker went flying at top speed across the alley, smashing into a million pieces and it hit the brick wall on the other side of the alley.

"What the hell?" Emily said, still shaking from the recent encounter, "What, pray tell, was that interesting little power?"

"Uh... for once I have no idea," Cole exclaimed in awe, "But whatever it was, I bet the warlocks want it from something, and I don't plan on letting them get it!"

"Well, take us back to your place so we can scry for her!" Emily said, poking him in the arm.

"Fine... behind the boxes!" Cole ordered as the ran behind the same cardboard boxes they were hiding in a few minutes earlier. Cole grabbed Emily's hand once they were crouched down and orbed them out of that cramped little alley.

Cole orbed them into his large room at his house. The walls were painted a dark blue and everything was very messy. As soon as they got there, he dropped down to his knees and went rummaging under his bed for a light brown, wooden box that held his scrying tools.

"I don't think this is going to work though," Cole complained as he was still rummaging for the box, "I mean, we will probably need something of hers to scry for her!"

"Stop complaining and just try," Emily told him as he withdrew the wooden box from under his bed, opening it.

Cole pulled out a purple crystal on a string and a map of San Francisco, hoping for the best.

"Here goes nothing," Cole said, closing his eyes and holding the crystal over the map.

A minute passed and nothing happened.

"Okay... this obviously isn't going to work! Can't you just feel around and get a premonition?" Cole asked her, irritated.

"No! I usually can't do it whenever I want, just when the psychic energy on it is really high!" Emily said frantically.

"Okay then, maybe we should go back to the alley and you can try to get a premonition off of the pieces of that bookshelf, or where she was hiding, or... SOMETHING!" Cole said.

"Okay, quickly then, take us back!"

Cole just grabbed Emily's hand and in a split second they were back behind the cardboard boxes. Emily started to stand up but Cole grabbed her arm and pulled her down.

"You're warlocks have failed again!" a high voice came from in front of the boxes. Cole peeked above the boxes and saw an old woman with pale skin, a top hat, trench coat... he immediately recognized he as a magician, the other person was a bald, big, and mean-looking.

"I... I will go and send some more after the girl! They will not fail this time, this I promise you," The bald warlock said as he blinked out of the alley, leaving the old magician to scan the alley.

"CRYSTALS, CIRCLE!" Cole yelled as the velvet pouch he held on the side of his belt glowed and then emptied. The four white crystals surrounded the unsuspecting old woman, but she did not lose her cool.

"Ahh... well hello young Halliwells," She said smiling a toothy smile, her teeth were yellowed and pointy, resembling a rat.

"We want some answers!" Emily said, picking up a handful of rocks from the floor of the alley.

"Well that's just too–" the withered magician started, as she finished her sentence Cole made a flicking motion with his thumb and pointer finger, and a pebble lifted up from the ground and hit the magical cage. The cage glowed and shocked the woman, her shrieking in pain.

"Gonna answer us now? Why are you sending warlocks to obtain Dana's power?" Cole asked her, keeping his voice down incase anyone happened to walk by.

"We... need... it to kill you!" She said in a cocky voice, "Nothing else has worked."

"And, besides the obvious reasons, why do you want to kill us?" Emily asked.

"No reason, we just hate you!"

Emily threw a pebble at the cage, eliciting a cry from the old woman.

"We need to get to one of you, and we can't very well do that with the rest of you around," she cried.

"What? What do you need to get to one of us for?" Emily asked, but as she asked this the woman held up her hand, conjuring a fireball in it, and thrust it into her chest. She instantly deteriorated to just a pile of ashes.

Cole held out his velvet bag and the crystals orbed back into it.

"Well that helps a lot... what do you think they need to get to one of us for? There must be powerful enough demons involved to make that magician sacrifice her life before she said anything else," Cole told Emily as they walked over to the remains of the magician.

"Just sift around the ashes and try to get a premonition, okay?" Cole said, instantly happy that he did not have this job.

Emily just smirked a fake smile up at him as she placed her hands down into the ashes of the magician. The premonition she got only came in pieces.

Warlock stabbing Dana in a bushy area. Warlock in Mimi's room, Mimi blissfully unaware, warlock surges Mimi's bed, night stand, cosmetics table. Mimi dead. Warlock and Emily in an alley, warlock sends jet of lighting at Emily, hits her in chest, she goes flying back. Emily dead. Warlock in Chris's room, Chris lying on bed, Chris dead. Cole dead. Wyatt's eyes glow black.

"They are trying to get to Wyatt... trying to tempt him to evil," Emily informed Cole after her confusing vision was over.

"But why do they have to kill all of us, we never spend any time with Wyatt," Cole inquired.

"I don't know, but I do know that the first thing I saw was the warlock stealing Dana's power... she was in some bushy area," Emily said frowning.

Cole thought for about thirty seconds, "Maybe we can use this to scry for her!" Cole exclaimed as he bent down and picked up a piece of the bookshelf.

"Yea, probably," Emily's spirit was lifted a little.

Cole rushed over and grabbed Emily as they orbed back to his room.