C2 Hurricane

The florescent lights danced throughout the friendly room. It was as busy as ever, but it still seemed comfortable and San Francisco's breakthrough band of the year, The Bad Manners was warming up backstage. It was the only place to be on a Friday night. Piper looked at Paige, who was still dancing with the same guy she was an hour ago and Phoebe, who was chatting easily to a group of strangers. Piper smiled at how care-free they looked, and how care-free she was, even though she was missing her man a little. Phoebe joined her when the band was about to start, but Paige was still talking.

"Paige's guy seems alright." She said to her sister.

"You're kidding! He's gorgeous! And he's really funny too." Phoebe answered. "I told that girl to wear that girl to wear that dress!"

There was an eruptive noise as the band made its way to the stage. Phoebe grabbed Piper's hand and led her to the mini mosh-pit they had going. Piper couldn't help enjoying herself. After they had finished their 6-song show, Phoebe collapsed lazily on one of P3's comfy red armchairs, exhausted and slightly drunk.

"They were good." She said.

"Yeah," Said Piper, glancing at her watch. "But I think it's time to go. Where's Paige?"

It was at that moment that a rush of crazy wind entered P3, roaring down tables and people. Piper was shocked into an inability to move. Phoebe screamed and ducked as wine bottles crashed from the shelf in front of them. Fragments of glass surrounded Piper, and she realized her arm was bleeding pretty badly. As blood dripped down her side, she realized that the hurricane had stopped. She was about to call out "Leo!" as this was the first time she had been hurt since last year. She missed him orbing in and being her hero. Paige rushed to her sister's side and Phoebe ran to get the first aid kit.

Paige examined Piper. "Are you OK?"

Piper felt like a weight had just crushed on top of her. "Physically- fine. Emotionally- shattered."

She accessed the damage, looking around at the club she considered to be hers, even though she hadn't worked there in months.

"It will all be fine, sweetie." Her little half-sister assured, putting an arm around her.

Piper realized her outfit. "Paige!" She exclaimed. "Your dress!"

But it was really the lack of it. Paige's eyes widened in horror as she looked down the find herself exposed. She quickly hid behind Piper and began humming loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to orb." She answered.

"Honey, you don't orb, at least not anymore."

"Don't rub it in alright. This is the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me." Paige was well aware that everyone, including Dave, the guy she had talked to all night was staring at her.

Piper shielded her as they made their way to the bathroom. "You should have worn the sweater" she joked and received a slap.

Phoebe approached, looking anxious. She quickly tied a bandage around Piper's arm and was so focused she didn't notice Paige.

"Look at Paige!" Piper laughed but her sister grabbed her good hand urgently.

"That was not some freak storm, Piper. It was magic."

The girls stood in shocked silence.

Paige frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Phoebe glared at her sisters. "You can be as oblivious as you want but I'm going out to find who did this." She rushed out the door.

The cold night air welcomed Phoebe as she ran unsteadily outside. Following the trail of destruction through the back streets of Georgia Heights, she heard her sister's cries behind her. Then she stopped. An inhuman looking talk and grey figure was standing alone in the moonlight. It was a demon she realized. As he turned around and brought his evil green-golden eyes to hers she trembled in recognization. Paige gasped behind her. Because the demon was Shax, the demon that took Prue, and the demon they had vanquished 6 years ago.