Okay, so it's been like two weeks. I'm sorry about that. School hit me like a truck this semester. But a really awesome reviewer kind of prompted me to get back on here and write a short chapter, so here you go! Hope you enjoy :)

"Please, just let me go. I swear I won't tell anyone about you!"

A small, soft-spoken teenage girl sat huddled in a wrought-iron cage, bound to a bar with heavy chains. Her short brown hair was matted with dried blood that had oozed from a small gash she didn't remember getting, and she had woken up several hours before, confused and aching all over. Standing outside her small prison was a tall female demon with long black hair that seemed to move on its own, as if it were flowing in a nonexistent breeze. Her skin was pale and smooth, except for her rough hands, withered from centuries of mixing potions and surviving in the Underworld. In the dim firelight of the lair, the demon almost looked beautiful, but the young captive witch knew just how hideous her face was. Though she had only glimpsed her visage, she had seen the demon's jagged black teeth and blood red eyes, set contrastingly against her pale skin.

"Shut up, witch," the demon hissed as she gathered items from the stone shelves around her lair. The cave was filled with cauldrons, demonic books, potion ingredients, and more – her array of magical tools almost resembled the collection of a witch, Ginger noticed. Just like the many rooms of Magic School, this cave had likely been home to many magical workings. Currently, the demon was pouring the blackish contents of a vial into a bowl, releasing a foul stench that made Ginger gag.

Ignoring the gagging sounds, the demon peered into the bowl, her flowing hair draping around it in a curtain of black. As she muttered a few words in some ancient language, the black liquid began to ripple and swirl, conjuring an image on the surface. Ginger, her hand tightly pinching her nose shut, watched suspiciously as she heard voices rise from the bowl.

After a few seconds, the witch was able to make out the words. "…lead to follow," said the voice in the bile. "I'm going to head down to the Underworld after I scry for the demon. Ever heard of Pengahl?" Immediately Ginger recognized the voice as her teacher's, Wyatt Halliwell himself.

"Dammit!" shrieked the demon Pengahl, pushing a collection of jars off her workspace in a fury. "Those damn witches are already on my trail!" She bared her angry-looking teeth as she continued to listen in on the people in Magic School.

"They'll find you," Ginger muttered. "Whatever it is you're doing, they'll figure it out. They always do." The student tugged on her chains and adjusted her position. A spark of hope had jolted inside of her at the sound of Wyatt's voice. If anyone could save her, it was him and the other children of the Charmed Ones.

"Silence!" Pengahl shouted. The demon turned away from her scrying bowl and rushed toward the large opening on the opposite side of her cave. "Don't you dare pull anything, witch," she hissed, stopping just outside the exit. "I'll suck the life right out of you unless you stay put."

In the attic of the manor on Prescott Street, Wyatt flipped rapidly through the Book of Shadows, hoping to find something on this strange demon he had never heard of before. As well as he knew the Book, there were still far too many entries for him to remember all of them – especially when demons had such weird names.

"Here," he whispered to himself as he finally saw the name Pengahl written in dark, swirling ink. The subtext was only a short paragraph, revealing only a little more than the book back at the school did. 'A former witch who sold her soul to gain more power. She can only feed the empty void within her by consuming magic. She may live in the walls of magical beings' homes and slowly drain the magic they use. She rarely confronts her victims, usually going unnoticed.'

"Great, no known vanquish," Wyatt groaned. Figuring it would be easier to scry for a witch, he grabbed a scrying crystal and map and got to work, with his student Ginger on his mind. Ginger was a studious, dedicated student, and was genuinely nice to everyone around her. Wyatt knew deep inside him that she was in trouble, and he could never let anything bad happen to her.

After a few minutes of scrying, the amethyst crystal finally pulled itself down onto a target on the map. Something inside Wyatt told him that finding her was too easy, that a demon powerful and smart enough to take down Magic School would have hidden her better. But, he shrugged off the feeling and hoped that the two events were completely unrelated, and he orbed away to Ginger's location.

Meanwhile, Ginger had taken Pengahl's absence as an opportunity to try to escape. She was a very intelligent person, and extremely resourceful, so she knew she could find a way out of her predicament. The witch's only active power was Astral Projection, an ability that had never come so in handy as it was now. She had positioned herself so that her bindings were exposed, and now her astral self was trying diligently to unbind the chains. She had made little progress when a blue glow suddenly filled the room.

"Wyatt!" astral Ginger cried as the Whitelighter-Witch appeared from the orbs. "I knew you'd be able to find me! Hurry up and get me out of here before the demon gets back!"

"What demon?" questioned Wyatt, his eyes traveling all over the dark cavern.

"I don't know her name. She kind of looked like a vampire, but I've seen one of those before and she was more…demonic looking." Ginger shuddered as she recalled the black teeth and red, empty eyes. She much preferred the safety of Magic School over demonic fights, or even helping innocents. She was too soft for this.

"She?" Wyatt asked, stepping towards the cage. "So it was a female demon. It must have been Pengahl! We need to get out of here, now!" He immediately tried opening the cage, only to be shocked and knocked back several feet.

"Are you okay?" Ginger panicked, and returned to her body. Her huddled form awoke and sat straight up in worry. "I had no idea she cast a spell on the cage. I woke up already inside of it." Just then, as Wyatt groaned and sat up on the ground, a demon shimmered in behind him and immediately prepared to throw a fireball at the fallen witch. "Watch out!" Ginger shrieked, causing Wyatt to automatically throw up his force field. The fireball bounced off the blue protective bubble and hit the wall in a burst of flames.

All of a sudden a black tar-like substance started oozing from the floor beneath Wyatt, and his force field began to fade away. The black liquid grew quickly, taking shape as it seemingly absorbed the shield's energy.

"What is that?" Wyatt turned his head to Ginger, unable to drop his force field or move his body. His eyes widened as the slime grew upwards, taking on a rough humanoid form that continued to grow. "Oh God," Wyatt exclaimed, remembering his readings about Pengahl. The slime solidified and morphed into Pengahl, her hair dripping with black gunk. Her pale hands were outstretched towards Wyatt, glowing a dark purple.

"Thanks for the prize, sweetie," Pengahl hissed to Ginger as her teacher collapsed, unconscious, his force field completely gone. "This boy's got some real tasty magic."