"So this car can run long distances?" Claire asked. She was currently looking at a used car lot. She managed to scrape enough money for a used car, plus a loan from Castiel, Jody and Hannah. She was heading west, there was reports of increasing monster attacks in the San Francisco area. She was staring a beautiful black striped orange Mustang, a Mach-1 1970 model.
"Yes, it is a classic, not only is the engine overhauled, it was redone with classic working parts. It also has brand new tires. It is usually pretty expensive, but I can knock off a few bucks."
Claire winced at the price. That was a lot more she wanted to spend. She had the cash, but it would eat up her travel expenses. She told the salesman, she'll think about it.
''Hurry. A price on this beauty, it won't last long."
Claire knew he was right. She really wanted that car. Now she understood why Dean loved his beloved Baby so much. That car, she called Bea, was perfect for her. According to the salesman, it belonged to a blonde woman. She sold it the day she got married and left the country. What was her name? Oh yeah. Ruby.
She wished Dean was here. He was a master negotiator. She was good, but Dean was better. She made a decent living as a hunter, but she was getting tired of stealing and doing odd jobs. She needed a steady paycheck, preferably from a employer that didn't mind her disappearing occasionally. She didn't want to call Jack, he was spending time with his adopted parents having a vacation. Otherwise she would have used his angel mojo on the salesman.
After she gets a coffee from the counter, she decided to browse some news articles about any weird events. Damn. It was bad. People were found dead. Not that people didn't die everyday, but the way they died were bad. Stabbed in the stomach with a single wound, Claire suspected angels. Heads cut off, hearts missing, fat drained out of once fat people? What the hell is going on? She knew what the other's deaths was about, but the fat sucking monster was new to her. Looks like she was buying a car.
"Woohoo!" Claire screams as she drove down the highway. She was heading west after all. She managed to pick some guys pocket for extra cash. She usually didn't like stealing, but he looked rich. Plus was a complete asshole to the baristas at the coffee shop. Rude, demanding and looked like a complete jerk. Sorry, not sorry. 'He totally deserved it.' Claire rationalized.
Paige was humming as she was vacuuming the front hall. Her chore for the day was vacuuming the rugs, luckily there wasn't much. But it also added mopping and waxing the wooden floors. Whatever. Piper was Piper again. She claimed she killed a chameleon monster. Which would explain the dead Piper clone. Paige saw the tattoos. Piper insisted on cleaning for Sam's arrival, whenever that was. Prue was home, Phoebe was out with Drake.
"So Piper, what's your plans with Sammy?" Paige asks teasingly. "More beauty sleep?"
"Maybe. Ok. Done." Piper says, putting away the duster. "Paige, I'm going out."
"Again? You just came back."
"Ah, but I want to cook Sam a nice dinner. He likes stakes right?"
"Well..."
Hearing the front door open, and hearing Phoebe's and Drake's voices laughing, Piper excuses herself and walks quickly to the kitchen. Hearing the back door slam, Paige was wondering why her sister was acting so odd. Besides, where was Becky anyway? Her clothes were here, but she never showed up.
"Paige! Where's Prue and Piper? Drake and I got invitations to a party. We are allowed one plus one extra each." Phoebe says while holding Drake's hand.
"Prue is upstairs cleaning the bathrooms, and Piper took off. She says she was getting dinner for Sam's arrival.''
"Well, they been apart for a long time. Maybe we should leave them alone." Drake says, holding Phoebe closer.
"Maybe. Pheebs. Have you seen Becky? She was supposed to be here three days ago." Paige asks worriedly. Piper was temporarily moving to Prue's old room, since she moving away in a few months across the country. Prue was already in her new apartment. She was still debating on whether or not to move to New York. She made friends with Olivia who was currently looking for a new roommate.
"Becky? Never seen her. I seen her suitcase, and her rent check, but never seen her once."
"Well, she is working at that radio station. Maybe she's hoping to get hired as a DJ." Drake offers.
"Maybe." Paige was doubtful. She only met Becky twice; she thought she was quirky and strange, but very sweet girl. Hopefully she was okay.
Becky's heart was hammering as she drove down the road. She wasn't too worried about Prue or Paige. But Phoebe. She would know "Piper" was a fake. She read all their diaries. They were witches. Charmed Ones. She heard the rumors, growing up she was always interested in the occult.
As she pulled in her favorite Internet cafe, she quickly unglamoured herself. She then pays the host for a few hours of Net use. Hopefully by then the sisters would be gone, especially Phoebe. As a empath, she could sense Becky's emotions. As she sat down she saw an unwelcome sight. Jocelyn Curoso, Queen Bitch of Montgomery High School. What the hell was she doing here? She was supposed to be back in Pike Creek. Feeling like a geeky high school kid again, she quickly sinks down her seat. Unfortunately she saw Becky and came over.
"Becky? Becky Rosen? Yecky Becky. How are you?" Jocelyn says in a singsong voice.
"Fine. How's your husband?" Becky says, thinking about the ex captain of the basketball team. Hunky sexy Todd Marks. Too bad he married Jocelyn. Oh well. She has Sam.
"Fine. Oh Becky. I didn't expect to see you in San Francisco."
"I live here. I work at KQSF now. So, how are you?" Becky was starting to get annoyed. She was tempted to spill coffee on her. but she held back. She didn't want to draw anymore attention to herself.
"The radio station? Good for you. I just came here to grab a coffee. Plus since your here, I was hoping to have you work at today's event. You will be paid of course."
Becky's eyebrows raised. What was she up too? She never trusted Jocelyn, not since senior year when she tricked Becky into stepping into the girl's shower and her and her friends throwing blue dye on her, knowing class pictures were taking place. Becky almost dropped out of school. She didn't, but never bothered showing up for photos. Looking up at Jocelyn's smug face, Becky realized something. They weren't in high school anymore. Becky was working. She and Jocelyn were adults now. Jocelyn mind was still in high school. What a sad girl. Hmph. Ever since living at the Halliwell's, she changed. Maybe living Piper's life changed her. Becky was a lot more confident to her surprise. Whatever happened in that basement, changed her for the better.
"I would LOVE too. Tell me the address." Becky smiled at Jocelyn's shocked expression. Knowing Jocelyn all through high school, she knew Jocelyn was expecting Becky to look down and meekly say no.
Unfortunately, Jocelyn composed herself and smiled.
"Here. The address is 4288 Valencia Street. There is a party being held for a Charles Roget."
"Charles Roget? The Playboy?" Becky was intrigued. Who hadn't heard of him. He was in every society page there was. Every post made about him was him having a different woman every night. Not only was he one of San Francisco's most eligible bachelors, he was also a multimillionaire. If Becky wasn't in love with Sam, she would have gone after him herself. Rumors were he was looking to settle down.
"You heard of him? Good. My husband Todd is one of his lawyers. You can work as a coat check girl. Or a janitor if you prefer." Jocelyn says in a snotty tone.
"Being a janitor sounds so intriguing, but I'm great with people. I'll gladly work as a coat checker."
"Good for you. You know your place."
Becky wanted to punch her. But instead she takes the paper Jocelyn gave her and smiles back. Jocelyn gives her a tight smile and leaves the shop. Becky quickly takes her phone and calls Paige saying "Piper" had a prior commitment and would be late.
"Oh. You are attending a party? Good for you. Have fun. Bye."
"Was that's Piper?" Phoebe asks.
"Yeah. She said she ran into a old friend and is going to spend the night."
"Sam?" Drake asks.
"No. He and his brother are on a case. Probably an old high school buddy of hers.'' Phoebe offers. She wasn't to worried about Piper, she was too distracted by Drake. He only had a few days left. Those days were spent with just the two of them. She told Paige she and Drake were going upstairs to relax before the party.
After Paige finishes cleaning, she looked around the front hall. Satisfied she was done, she leaves a note to her sisters she was going for a drive. As she drove down the downtown area she was forced to stop her car when a crazed older man was waving a gun around screaming. There was cops around trying to negotiate with him. As a ex whitelighter, she could tell there was something off about him, and it wasn't his gun. He was possessed. She could tell, even without Phoebe's empath powers. Shit. Already she knew the cops will kill him. She decided to make a desperate decision.
"The fire! Everyone's trapped! My fiance Marie. She is trapped! Someone help her!" He screamed.
Disguised as their old friend Daryl Morris, she called out his name. Good thing they met a few years ago at Daryl's going away party.
"Wait! Don't shoot! He's is off his meds!" Paige had to be careful, one wrong move and poor Mike, Daryl's old mentor and friend would be killed. Already, she could see a guy with a itchy trigger finger.
The cops seeing "Daryl" looked surprised.
"Detective Morris? I thought you moved to New York." The cop beside Paige asked.
"I did. I'm visiting friends. Don't shoot my friend. As you can see he is off his medication. Let me talk to him."
"No offense. But you are no longer on this force. You have no pull here." The cop says.
"Please. As you can see, he used to be the captain. He is getting older and is possibly suffering from from Alzheimer's." (Sorry Daryl and Mike.) Please. Don't let his anxiety attack kill him. Please."
The cop sighs.
"Fine." He talks in his walkie talkie. "Stand by, don't shoot. Wait for orders." He barked. "I sure hope you know what your doing."
"I do."
"Mike! It's me, Daryl. What's going on?"
Mike, seeing Daryl panics.
"Help! Marie! Everyone! They are burning alive! Please, save them!" He screams.
Daryl puts up his hands.
"Mike. I can help you. Put down your gun." He pleads. He only had a minute. The cop standing behind Daryl was ready to shoot. Mike stares at Daryl. He tearfully hands over his gun. As soon as Paige got her hands on it, Mike was immediately arrested. He was crying when he got taken away.
Paige silently hands the weapon over to the cop standing beside her.
"Phew. Thanks Morris. You saved his life. If it wasn't for you, we would have to take drastic action. I need you to come to the station to make a statement."
"Can you give me an hour? I really need to be somewhere. I promise to meet at the station."
"Sure." He then orders his fellow cops to return to their posts, Paige them returns to her car and calls Daryl.
Daryl was drinking a cup of coffee with his fellow cops when a flow officer was calling for Daryl. After hearing what Paige told him, he quickly tells his supervisor he needed to be in San Francisco for a family emergency. Luckily they granted it. Of course it helped the chief was possessed by an angel. Daryl already knew, he saw him healing a fellow cop. Daryl was sitting in Paige's front seat a hour later. Good thing Sheridan was on leave. After what happened with Jackson, she took some much needed time off. Paige looked surprised to see Daryl and the angel, but quickly composed herself.
"Daryl! Good to see you! And you are..."
"Name's Muriel. Daryl, when you need to get back pray." She disappears with a flutter of wings.
"A female angel possessing a male vessel? Eh. Angels are genderless anyway. So Daryl, about Mike."
After seeing Mike at the hospital, Mike who insisted his name was "George" insisted that he needed to get Marie and everyone else out. He kept screaming about the fire. Poor Daryl was distressed about Mike's behavior. Paige assured him he can be saved. She then leaves to get ready for the party. She felt guilty, but she was really stressed out and needed to take a break.
Later that night Becky was checking in everyone's coats and shoes. She didn't care. Seeing all those rich folks and celebs walking in. She was in awe. She didn't see Charles Roget yet, but she instantly recognized some of her former classmates. Thomas Ricks, damn. He was now the star quarterback of San Francisco's 49ers. There was actress Tara Benchley. Becky was tempted to ask her for a autograph, but she knew how strict the security was. She smiled at the actress and gave her a ticket. She couldn't help but smirk when Tara dismissed Jocelyn with a nod. Jocelyn couldn't fool her with her fake gushing. When she heard a commotion, she looked up. Charles Roget. Damn. He was even more handsome up close.
Count Roget was waiting for this day. He waited over one hundred and twenty years for this. He was currently sitting at "his" table, having a Cuban Cigar. He yawned at the party. The same people, the same booze, the same cigar. Yawn. Then the fire. It was his deal that got him here. Now that he could sense his great great grandnephew he could finally move on.
Phoebe blushes when Drake gives her a wolf whistle. She was dressed in a red costume, a late 1890's beaded red frock complete with a red feathered boa and a feathered hair accessory. She knew she looked like a million bucks, she hoped so, this costume cost a small fortune to rent. Drakes' costume was just as handsome, he looked like he was dressed as a guest at the Titanic. Today, both were going all out since this may be Drake's final party. His contract was almost up. Both Phoebe and Drake were making the most of it.
"You look just as handsome." Phoebe kisses Drake. They kissed for a minute when they were interrupted.
"Ahem." Paige clears her throat. She was dressed up as well, she was dressed as as 1900 showgirl costume. It was stunning. The hat was huge, but had gorgeous white peacock feathers on it, as well as Paige's red hair curled up in a old fashioned hairstyle perfect for the era all three were dressed as. Her dress was white with fake pearls and sequins sewn on it. Both their shoes were rented as well. Prue didn't want to come, she said she needed time to relax. She was staying at the manor for tonight, since she couldn't sleep with the construction outside her apartment building. Piper just sent a message to have a good time.
Phoebe giggles as she and Drake pulled apart.
"Sorry. What is it?"
"Remember Mike, Daryl's old mentor?"
"The guy that waved a gun around? What about him."
"Phoebe. C'mon. Ghost possession. I seen it before. Paige, was this ghost in distress?" Drake asks.
"Yes! How did you know?"
"I been a demon for a long time. I seen many things. What did this Mike say?"
Paige sighs.
"He said his name was George. There was a fire and he and his fianceé Marie were trapped. At a place called the Cabaret Fantome. Everyone couldn't escape. They all burned. I googled it, it belonged to a guy named Count Roget."
Phoebe's eyes widened.
"Roget. As in the Playboy, Charles Roget? Oh my god. He was voted most eligible bachelor in The Bay Mirror's society page for the last decade." She swooned. Drake just smiled. He wasn't jealous. He knew his time was coming up.
"THAT Charles Roget? Wonder if they were related. Anyways he owned the most corrupt club in San Francisco a long time ago. It was rife with crime, liquor, gambling, prostitution, you name it."
"Sounds like my kind of club. OW! Sorry, but I been a demon for a long time. Clubs like that is how most of us get there." Drake says, rubbing his arm. Phoebe kisses his arm. Paige just rolled her eyes.
"Anyways, there was a huge fire and everyone got trapped. Even the Count."
Phoebe furrows her brows.
"Why would he kill himself with everyone else?"
"I can answer that. Crossroads Deal." Drake tells them.
"What kind of deal is that? If he died in the fire, why didn't he move on? After ten years, they come to collect."
"Not always. Paige, you heard of soul traders?"
"Yes.".
"Souls are valuable. Very. Both sides consider it priceless currency."
"That's awful." Paige shakes her head. She still remembered her auction. She knew she was valuable, but she couldn't figure out why no angel bidded on her. Even if they won, after what Dean told her, they can be worse than demons.
"But why would Count Roget kill himself? Did he have nothing left to lose and took innocents with him?"
"Unless he was waiting. Paige, do you remember Sargon?"
"That was Prue, but I read the notes. Soul Trader. But he was vanquished. What about him? Is he connected to that Jeffrey guy?" Paige asks. All three with the exception of Prue, she was in New York, tracked down Jeffrey. Luckily he was still an innocent, they killed the so called "Talent Scout" demon, who took over Sargon's deals. They managed to get Jeffrey to see a professional therapist. They then asked fellow hunters to watch over him. After what Piper and Jenna told them, they killed that demon before he corrupted more souls. But why did Count Roget kill himself. He was still reliving that night. Over and over again.
"It was because he was waiting. He made a deal, but managed to avoid Hell. His deal was covered in blood. Innocent blood." Drake tells them. Both Phoebe and Paige grimaced. What kind of demon makes deals like that?
Phoebe looks at her clock radio. Shit! It was after eight. The party already started.
"Guys. It's after eight. We need to go. Our limo is waiting."
"Shoot. Ladies. Shall we."
Charles Roget smiles at the ladies. As usual he was surrounded by beautiful women. As much as he was enjoying their company, all he wanted to do is be home relaxing with a chardonnay and a cigar. Preferably with a wife and a few kids. He was ready. Unfortunately none of the ladies he was with were good candidates. They were all beautiful, but all they cared about was being his trophy. All he wanted was a woman who didn't care about his fame or money. He excused himself and went upstairs to his private office.
He sat down and lighted a smoke. He didn't usually smoke, but he needed to relax. He turned around and stared at his late great great uncle Count Roget. His influence started San Francisco's downtown nightlife. Ever since he was a boy, all his grandma ever talked about was how he got lucky at a card game and with nothing but three cents to his name, won a "impossible" bet. He won the nightclub called the Cabaret Fatome. He turned that nightclub into the most popular club in the city, a rare feat in the turn of the century. Yeah, it was seedy, but downtown San Francisco wouldn't have it's nightlife if it wasn't for that club. Too bad it burned down in 1899. Oh well. The Count's insurance was paid off to his great grandma who used the money to invest in steam and automotive cars quickly turning their fortune around. Now the Rogets were considered one of the most richest families on the west coast. As much as Charles appreciated it, his family fortune felt like a noose. He loved the finer things in life, but ever since he found out Heaven and angels existed, he wanted more. A wife. Children, grandchildren. He donated a lot to charity, but he wanted to leave his legacy behind. Plus have a woman that loved and accepted him for who he was. He looked at Count Roget's picture.
"Great Uncle Roget. What happened in that club of yours. Why didn't you escape?"
Count Roget nods at Sargon as he left for the night. His ten years was up. But no way in hell was those hounds going to take him. He worked hard to make his fortune, but since times was rough at the moment, he bought a huge insurance policy just in case. Cabarat Fantome was in danger of going backrupt. He won this club from a illegal poker game, and those three cents weren't the other thing he gambled. His soul was on the table as well. He winked at the women sitting beside him. He remembered that night.
He and his sister were orphaned at a young age. He and her weren't close, but he made sure she was taken care of. He was wondering what to do, their rent for their tiny room was due the next day, and he was worried about spending the night in the streets. He was wondering down the streets and managed to steal a few cents of a well dressed man walking by. Unfortunately, he caught him and was threatening to arrest him. Luckily for him, he was saved by a another well dressed man. Obviously this man had some pull, the man he stole from mumbled his apologies and scurried off.
"Mr Roget. I assume." The stranger asks.
"Do I know you?"
"No. But I know you. Pardon me. Names Sargon."
Roget scoffs.
"Don't know, don't care." He turns to walk away.
"That small change you have. Want to double it, or triple it?"
Roget turns around. Huh? How did he know that? He had exactly three cents. Definitely not enough to pay his rent.
"I'm holding a private game. You have been chosen."
"So? I don't play."
"Ah. But you dream about it. Owning your own club. Fancy liquor, fancier women, gambling, everything your heart desires. A fortune as well as a title."
He just stares at him. When his eyes turned red, Roget ran. He didn't get far, the demon appeared in front of him. Roget punched him.
"Get away from me." He threatened. Sargon just laughed.
"You. I like you. What do you say. I can offer you a deal. Play my game, and I can guarantee to grant anything your heart desires. But only if you win.''.
''What. My soul?"
That night, Roget was playing the game of poker. He wasn't alone, Sargon was there, along with the rich man he tried to steal from along with a young man he was acquainted with. A warlock named Anton. He didn't believe in magic, but when Anton pulled out a gold bar from thin air, when he accepted Sargon's invitation. He didn't want to play, but he had no choice. He was already planning on robbing everyone, even killing to keep them from talking. He didn't know what to think about Sargon, but as he kept winning, he didn't care anymore.
It was after three am when William, the wealthy gentleman offered his final bet. His club. Anton was already gone, after he lost most of his money, he swore and took off. Roget was pleased. He had exactly a hundred bucks. Looks like his rent was being paid. But when he bet his club, when Roget realized he didn't have enough, especially when Sargon doubled it. Even if he bet all his winnings, it wouldn't be enough. Damn. So he asked for a minute. Sargon agreed. A minute later, he sat back down. His opponent shaking his head. Roget made the ultimate bet. His lips sore, he pushed everything on the table. Sure enough, he won.
He quickly turned that club around and turned it into the most popular club in the city. For ten years he drank, partied and got rich. His sister was taken of. He didn't care about her, but a promise is a promise. A week before his deal was due, he planted the bombs. Toulouse, his most loyal employee agreed to help. If only he knew he just signed his death warrant. Sargon kept his deal. He granted his wish, but only if he trapped every soul in the place. Sargon was keeping those souls in storage, he said the next auction wouldn't be happening for the next one hundred and twenty one years. Roget hated it, but after thirty years, he didn't care about the fire anymore. He killed himself in many different ways to pass the time. He didn't want to think about Hell, Sargon promised him he can live a normal life when a relative comes along and Roget can take over his body. As he sat down to smoke his eternal cigar, he felt his great great grandnephew presence. Finally. He was getting out of here.
Paige's eyes went huge when she got inside. Damn. Once she got handed over her ticket, she was amazed on how beautiful this place was. Phoebe and Drake looked around in awe.
"Ah. To be back in time. I remember the 1900s. Of the future. The sky was limitless." Drake reminisces.
"I thought you were downstairs. How were you allowed out?" Paige asks.
"I had to assist my boss, the demon Crowley. Of course, I didn't. I refused to assist on taking deals. I admit, I told some time off to party and drink. Took them a week to find me. Ugh. But even on the rack I didn't regret anything. Hopefully I can enjoy my night with no hiccups."
"You are a good man. I just wish you can stay longer.'' Phoebe says in a sad tone. Drake squeezes her hand back.
"A life without not knowing love is not worth living at all. Besides. Today is a time to party. Miss Halliwell, can I get you a drink? Paige?" Drake offers.
"Orange martini." Phoebe says.
"Nothing for me. Thanks." Paige was too busy staring at a very handsome man who was watching Paige with a curious expression. Charles Roget was even more handsome up close.
Charles greeted everyone that came inside of his club, the newest reincarnation of the Cabaret Fantome. At least for tonight. This club was being turned into a small pub. The name was silly, but he liked it. Secret Pub Glub. It was his nephew's idea. Looking around, he said hello to every person that came inside. When he saw the three that came in, he was struck on how beautiful all three were, especially the woman in white. He never believed in love in first sight, but it was like a beacon of light shined down on her. He had to meet her. God was he nervous.
Phoebe and Drake seeing Charles Roget coming closer, excuse themselves. Phoebe giggles as she gave Paige a knowing look. Paige didn't notice, she was too busy adjusting her costume. She hoped her makeup and hair was alright.
Becky watches as Charles Roget introduces himself to Paige Matthews. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She wished someone would look at her the way Drake and Charles look at the sisters. So far no one looked at Becky. She styled and did her makeup professionally, but it didn't matter. No one looked at her once. She couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Hopefully this thing with Sam worked out. She almost lost herself in sadness, when she breathed out a breath of cold air. Uh oh. She knew the signs of a ghost.
Count Roget excuses himself from the ladies. The fire was about to begin, and he saw his way out. He walks up to the fortune teller.
"Excuse me. Can you read my fortune? I need to find an exit from my time loop."
"Of course." The fortune teller tells him. As she spread the cards, she got uneasy. Every card she pulled out showed a end. Not for him, but for her and everyone here. When she pulled out the Tower, her heart dropped. She stares at the Count in horror. Roget smiles.
"Vita Brevis Abraxas." (Life is short)Then the window behind her exploded.
Daryl watches as his mentor was screaming that the club was on fire. He quickly calls Prue.
Prue was just sitting by the fire when her cell rang. She saw Daryl's name and scoffs. What was it. That crazy guy? Her heart cold, she silences her phone.
Both Phoebe's and Paige's phone rings. Neither notices, nothing were drinking and laughing with their dates. Plus it didn't help that their phones were their jackets in the coat room.
Paige was having a good time. She loved Charles' company. He was sweet and kind. Not to mention funny, charming and rich. She felt like she won the lottery without buying a ticket. When she felt cold, she immediately felt uneasy. That cold, it shouldn't be. It was spring, but the heaters were on, no way was there was cold spots. When Charles stumbled back, she quickly asks him what's wrong.
Roget had to take a second to compose himself. When he looked at everyone laughing and having a good time, he thought his spell didn't work. But every guest here was different. Plus when he looked at himself in the mirror, he wanted to laugh. He was freed. Too bad about his nephew, but better him then The Count.
Charles found himself in a middle of a fire. He couldn't help but started coughing. Oh god. He should have double checked the fire alarms. When he tried to escape, he realized every door was locked tight. Help! Oh god. Where was he.
Becky watched as Charles Roget pushed Paige aside as he walked out. She had magic, kind of. Nothing like the sisters, but some of her own design. Like the power of illusion. That was not Charles, he was a imposter. She need to warn the sisters.
Prue was at home when she felt the call. One of her debts that was lost long ago was found. Count Roget. Looks like she needed to collect on his deal.
As Becky was hurridly leaving, she heard Jocelyn's demands asking where she was going. Becky didn't care. And innocent man was in danger. She needed to warn the sisters.
As Mike was screaming, he said something about the owner escaping. People were on fire, plus an innocent man that wasn't supposed to be there was. Daryl didn't care anymore. He called his boss.
Muriel hung up and immediately flew over where the sisters were. She usually didn't care about human matters, but she sensed a great evil coming. The sisters were needed.
Drake, Phoebe and Paige were running out. They managed to run into Muriel who immediately handed them a potion.
"What's this?" Phoebe asks.
"Dispossession potion. You must throw this at the possessed human."
"It was like Becky said." Paige tells them. She didn't care about Becky, not until they stop Count Roget. Becky warned that the ghost of Count Roget was possessing Charles.
Drake was worried. He saw why the angel was worried about Roget. If Roget was walking freely around, he was sure to draw out Hell's most vicious creatures. The Shedim. They were truly terrifying, even Alistair, Lilith and even the Hellhounds feared them. He heard the rumors downstairs. It was Kyra that told him about them. If a damned soul took an innocent from another time to the past, and traded places, the Shedim would be sent of out Hell to retrieve that soul. But not before destroying every living creature in Heaven, Hell and Earth. Lucifer himself feared them, rumors were God was as well. They needed to send Roget back to his own time before the Gates were opened.
Prue saw her sisters, Drake and the angel. She didn't care about any of them, she just wanted to get Roget. If Roget reaches the grounds where his deal took place, he will indirectly free the monstrous creatures that sleep deep in Hell. He was one of the keys. She used her magic to fuse his feet to the ground. She screamed at Phoebe to throw the potion.
The fortune teller in the burning club was coughing hard. The Tower wasn't the only thing she saw, the cards also saw Death, Judgment and The Hanged Man. Armageddon was coming. She knew she was already dead. She also saw another card. One she didn't share with The Count. The Star. The One that will save Creation. She crawled over to the Not Count and told him to pass a message.
"Cough. Hwhhhh. Wha...what is it?" Charles groaned.
With her last words, she gasped.
"The Star. The One. The siblings. They must band together and stop the Great Evil." She rasped.
"What are you talking about lady?" Charles coughed. Already his eyes were going dark.
"The Sisters. The Brothers. They must lead. Stop Him. Stop. The Twins. Unity. You must stop.." She gasped out loud. She passed out and died a second later.
"Huh? Hey lady! Wait! Fuck!" Charles started praying.
Roget seeing Prue, immediately starts begging.
"No! No! Get away from me! They'll take me away!"
Phoebe throws the potion.
"Go to Hell!"
Once she threw the potion, the ghost of Count Roget was immediately sent back to the past. He saw the Hounds. He started screaming. He wished the fire took him instead.
Paige immediately runs over to Charles who was coughing. He was mumbling something.
"The Twins. Unity. Stop. The One. Only The Star can stop Unity.'' He immediately passes out.
"Phoebe, call and ambulance." Paige orders. He was currently delusional. But she had a feeling. Unity. She hated to say it. But she heard that term somewhere. The angels whispered about it.
Prue watches her sisters and Drake checking in on that guy. She was disappointed. She wanted to involve punishment herself. Too bad Sargon was dead. Oh well. Hopefully he was enjoying the rack.
The Trader and The Reaper Betty smile as the souls were freed. The Trader was tempted to take them, but other than the Count, none were good enough. He was glad they were finally at rest. As for Drake, his contract was almost up. He needed to escort him upstairs himself. Otherwise his soul would be stolen by the rebel.