Disclaimer: I do not own "Charmed" or its characters or its demons, I make zero financial profit from this nor would I like to as it is merely for fun

Something Wicca This Way Comes

Part 4

"Well I'm calling the cops," Payt announced taking charge and grabbing the receiver, he had to do something to protect his brothers.

"And tell them what?" Pan yelled panicked, "that we're witches? That some freak with powers beyond comprehension is trying to kill us? Even if they did come they'd be no match for Jerri and we'd be next."

Payt scowled at his younger brother realizing he was annoyingly right, when he put it like that it did sound like a stupid idea, it did sound crazy. He didn't want Angela to think that he was crazy. He blinked in confusion at the thought, now was not the time to be thinking of her. He shoved the thought aside and put the phone back down as he heard Phoenix's frantic footsteps pounding down the stairs.

"I found the answer," Phoenix announced still looking worried, "come on."

They followed their brother quickly upstairs to the attic where he showed them what he'd found in the Book of Shadows, Payt couldn't help but feel a spark of doubt but then he was so desperate he was ready to try just about anything. His brothers both looked at him expectantly, looking for approval.

He sighed heavily and reluctantly nodded, they didn't have much of a choice and they were running out of time. They rushed to get it ready, finding the witch supplies in the trunk to get it ready. An abandoned low table from the corner served them well to set it up while they placed the candles around them. As they sat around pot, he couldn't help but be struck by feeling that this was… right.

"Okay, we've placed the nine candles anointed with oil and spices in a circle," Payt announced as they were ready.

"Wait," Pan offered looking worried, "I only count eight."

"Oh you forgot this one," Phoenix pointed out holding up the birthday candle.

"A birthday candle?"

"I guess Grams was a little low on witch supplies."

"Alright," Payt interrupted trying to keep his brothers on target, "we need the poppet."

"Got it," Pan said as Phoenix lit the birthday candle and tossed it into the pot.

"Right, we're set," Payt offered scarcely believing he was saying these words, "get ready to cast the spell."

"Okay, first I'll make it stronger," Pan swallowed nervously placing the crimson rose over the poppet, "your love with wither and depart, from my life and my heart, let me be Jerri, and go away forever," he said the incantation and pressed the thorn into the poppet's chest before dropping it into the pot, "okay. The spell's complete."

"Let's hope it works."

They all watched as the poppet burned, jumped at the small explosion as it caught fire. Payt just stared into it, willing it to work; he hoped Jerri was hurting good for what she'd done. He glanced at his brothers, Pan's face looked calm but his chestnut eyes betrayed his sadness while Phoenix looked somewhere between worried and excited.

Payt sighed and started to clean up the things, putting out the candles while Phoenix grabbed the pot and instantly gasped as his eyes snapped shut. He frowned in confusion before his brother opened his eyes with a look of panic.

"Wait! It didn't work," Phoenix burst out.

"What?" Pan wondered not catching on.

"The spell, it didn't work."

"How do you know?" Payt questioned cautiously, he'd hoped it had worked, explosions tended to imply things worked.

"When I touched the pot, I had a flash… I saw Jerri."

"You touched the pot and you saw him?"

"He's on his way here."

Almost in unison they bolted down the stairs, he knew she'd know where to look for them at home so if they went out of town until they could find a way to deal with her it seemed like a good plan to him. Just get in the car and drive.

They reached the front door and Payt yanked it open to his horror finding Jerri standing there, he heard his brothers scream behind him while she merely smiled seemingly oblivious to her rather mangled appearance.

"Hello gentlemen," Jerri greeted them warmly holding the knife threateningly.

They backed away slowly and Payt made sure he was standing in front of his brothers, even stretching out his arms to cover them more. He wasn't going to let any psycho warlock bitch from hell harm his brothers, if she wanted them she could climb over his dead body. Anger fuelled his powers and he flung his head throwing her backwards into the wall.

"Pan, Phoenix, get out of here now!" he commanded and they instantly ran up the stairs, he'd been hoping they'd run to the kitchen and out the back door but at least they were away.

"Cool parlor trick, you bastard. Always were the tough one weren't you Payt?" Jerri congratulated him while Payt flung him back against the wall more forcefully before racing up the stairs after his brothers.

"Phoenix, you're right, our powers are growing," Payt told his brothers as he joined them in the attic and closed the door behind him.

"Put as many things against the door as you can," Pan offered seemingly trying not to look panicked.

Payt nodded in approval as they dragged a nearby dressed in front of the door, he scanned around and grabbed a chair putting it on top. He hoped it was worth something against Jerri, they were trapped here either way.

"Take me now Payt. My powers are stronger than yours," Jerri taunted from the other side of the door and laughed cruelly, "do you really think a chair will stop me?"

Payt swallowed nervously and watched as the chair slid off the door, flying off and crashing into the wall. He flinched. This wasn't good.

"Do you really think a dresser will stop me?" Jerri continued mockingly as the dresser pulled itself out of the way of the door before laughing again, "have you witches figured it out yet? Nothing, absolutely nothing can keep Us away."

"What do we do?" Pan wondered looked afraid. "we're trapped."

Before he could open his mouth to say anything the door exploded, quite literally and he cried out in surprise. Jerri was revealed standing in the center with a twisted grin brandishing the knife, laughing manically like the deranged… Thing she was.

"Come on, we'll face him together," Payt told them standing protectively in front of his brothers once more as he tried to rally their spirits… spirits? It sparked a thought, another long shot but his only shot, "do you remember the spirit board?"

"The inscription on the back," Pan offered and he was glad they remembered.

"The power of three will set us free," he said taking his brothers' hands as a circle of fire sprang up around them, "come on, we gotta say it together."

"The power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free, the power of three will set us free," the trio chanted in unison over and over as a strong wind billowed around them, they kept going and he never took his eyes from Jerri's face.

"I am not the only one!" Jerri called madly over the roar of the wind, "I am one of millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are Hell on this Earth!"

As she said that she flung her arms up into the air and exploded into nothingness. Payt blinked to make sure he wasn't imaging it, but she – it was gone. He smiled inside, vanquishing evil certainly felt right.

"The power of three," he said one last time.

[-]

The sun was shining once more, it was a good day. Payt was feeling cheerful and much more at ease with his heritage. He went outside to grab the paper, being distracted by Angela who to his surprise was walking over to him holding a paper and a cup of coffee. It really was a good day.

"Good morning!" Angela greeted him brightly.

"Hey, this is a surprise," Payt offered lamely, it had sounded better in his head.

"I've been thinking a lot about that bad cup of coffee you bought me," she told him smiling, "I want to make it up to you."

"So… you brought me a good cup of coffee?" he guessed returning her smile.

"Oh this? No this is mine. I err… I just wanted to ask you out to dinner."

"You're asking me out to dinner?"

"This is the twentieth century Payt," she offered with a slight laugh, "unless of course you're afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"Oh you know, having too good of a time, stirring up old memories, rekindling an old flame…"

"Hmmm," he started to say, he saw the hope in her eyes and felt it in his heart but his mind reminded him of his new destiny, "good point, better not."

"Okay. Friday night, eight o'clock?" Angela offered before realizing he was serious, "you're hesitating."

"Yeah… but it's not what you think," he said quickly desperately hoping witches were allowed to date, "it's just that my life has gotten a bit complicated. Can I call you?"

"If you'd really prefer it the more traditional way," she laughed slightly handing him her card, "take care Payt."

"Bye Angie," he offered watching her walk back to her car, pausing briefly to look at them with a curious expression while he heard his brother's footsteps behind him.

"It's Angie," Phoenix was saying as they stopped beside him, "I told you I heard a woman's voice."

"What did she want?" Pan asked and Payt noticed them holding that cat again.

"She asked me out."

"And you said…?"

"I started to say yes and then I stopped. I wondered if I could date," he answered honestly and curiously, "I mean, do witches date?"

"Not only do they date but they usually get the best girls," Pan told him with a slight laugh.

"You two will not be laughing when this happens to you. Believe me, everything will be different now," he said slightly defensively, it was a serious life changing thing.

"Well at least our lives won't be boring," Phoenix offered cheerfully.

"But they'll never be the same."

"And this is a bad thing?"

"No. But it could be a big problem."

"Payt's right," Pan added sounding worried "what are we gonna do?"

"What can't we do?" Phoenix told him still unfazed as they started to walk back up to the house.

"We are going be careful, we are going to be wise and we are going to stick together," Payt told them firmly.

"This should be interesting," Pan smirked as they went inside.

Payt paused however, looking back at the door as an idea played in his mind. He smiled and squinted, willing it to close. Immediately it creaked to life and shut itself behind him. It would be interesting.

Note: Okay so final part, sorry it took so long, been a rough month, had little cousins staying... little kids are exhausting. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, favorited or alerted. And to ChrisHalliwell for reviewing last (I know, I did try keep it close to the dialogue but also have a different spin on it and get inside their heads a bit... sorry if I didn't pull it off, I tried. Did consider that actually but I'm not keen on writing things too far in the future and it is a fanfiction so I wanted the real characters, does that make sense?) Hope someone liked it! Was fun to write regardless