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Chapter 21
"I'm the Angel of Death," he said and I saw Sirk's ghost, "You are?"
"A witch," I partially lied, "What is an Angel of Death?"
"Aren't you going to call your whitelighter?" he asked looking at my shoulder.
"Don't have one," I said shrugging and I winced in pain then I remembered my dad. He could heal me and then I'd go home before Prue noticed I was missing.
"You should get one if you hope not to be on my list soon," he said.
"What does an Angel of Death do? And what's this list you are talking about?" I asked.
"I collect souls when their bodies cannot move on," he said.
"So you collect dead people's souls?" I asked.
"Yes, now I'm on a tight schedule. I must keep up with my list," he said. I saw his list disappear.
"Wait! If you take souls are you good or evil?" I asked.
"Neutral party," he said, "I must be going." He dematerialized before I could say anything else. I orbed to the camp and went straight to my dad's cabin. I knocked on the door.
"Paige, what are you doing here?" he asked letting me inside.
"I need you to heal my shoulder, a demon shot some bolt thing at it. Don't worry I vanquished him I just need this healed so Prue won't freak," I said.
"You and your sisters don't have a whitelighter?" he asked.
"I'm the only one with powers, my whitelighter powers, I can make potions but no spells," I said, "can you please heal me now?"
"I'm not a whitelighter anymore," he said and he started to clean my wound.
"After your mother died I clipped my wings," he said. My mother had died of a drowning but she was a witch couldn't she had saved herself or couldn't had my dad?
"But mom died of a drowning," I said.
"She drowned yes but not before a demon attacked her," he said, "She froze me, with her power, and when I unfroze she was gone."
"Where is the demon now?" I asked.
"Still in the lake," he said I looked out the window, "I stay here to make sure no one comes back." I didn't say anything. He bandaged my wound. Questions swam through my mind. I wanted to ask more about my mom, the Angel of Death, and healing.
"I'll get in contact with a whitelighter when I can. Until then keep that clean and get home. Prue doesn't care for me," he said, "I don't want you to be in more trouble."
"How will I know when you've contacted another whitelighter?" I asked.
"I'll find a way to contact you, know orb home," he said. I sensed first for Prue and I orbed into the bathroom and grabbed my robe wrapping it around me covering the bandage. I stepped out and slipped into my room. Prue wasn't there I changed into pajamas and a baggy t-shirt that covered my shoulders. My head hit the pillow and I closed my eyes.
Not even a second later I was being shaken awake.
"Wake up," Piper said.
"What?" I groaned.
"It's ten o'clock you have chores to get done," she said. I grumbled and pulled the covers over my head.
"Fine, have it that way," she said leaving the room. I orbed to the attic and shrugged the blanket off of me. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed the B.O.S. I flipped through skimming for the info I needed.
"Paige!" I heard Prue call. I'd have to look another time. I orbed into the shower. I pulled my clothes off and took the bandage off revealing a slightly healed wound. For now I'd glamour to look like it was healed. I started the shower water and I nearly screamed as the water hit my wound. Prue glared at me when I came down for breakfast.
"What?" I asked taking a bite out of my eggs.
"Are you hung-over?" she asked and I nearly choked on my food.
"No! I'm tired that's all. Most people sleep late on weekends," I said.
"Here's your list of chores to do," she said handing me it.
"There has to be a million things on here! I'll never get done!" I said.
"Then you better get started," she said I left the room.
"Prue, do you have to be so hard on her?" Piper asked.
"She was out past curfew and she," Prue was saying.
"I know, but you did the same thing when you were her age," Piper said.
"I've changed," she said.
"So will Paige," Piper said.
"When?" she asked.
"That's up to her but it doesn't help that you gave her all that work," Piper said. I didn't hear the rest of their argument as my wound started bleeding, through the glamour I might add, and I had to get upstairs. I cleaned and bandaged the wound and I started on that awful chore list. Hours passed as I finished dusting, mopping, and vacuuming the entire house. Prue checked on me every now and then but she didn't say a word. The phone rang and I answered it before Prue could.
"Hello?" I asked.
"It's me Paige," my dad said then he hung up.
"Who was it?" Prue asked.
"Just some stupid prank call," I lied. She didn't seem convinced but she walked off. I went into my room and locked the door. I orbed back to the camp and I went to see my dad.
There was a blonde guy there with blue eyes.
"I'm Leo, you must be Paige," he said.
"Yeah, you another whitelighter?" I asked.
"Yes I am," he said and I showed him my shoulder. He took off the bandage and held his hand over my wound. There was a bright yellow glow and my shoulder didn't hurt anymore.
"I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get back before my sister kills me," I said, "Thanks a lot, really my shoulder feels much better." I didn't even let Leo say goodbye as I orbed home. Prue was knocking on my door.