[1] Getting slowly to her feet Piper groaned pressing a hand to her stomach; trying her best to ignore the blood seeping between her fingers "Did we get him?" She asked, her breathing now heavy from the trauma she had just endured came out in a hiss through her clenched teeth "We got him" Paige affirmed pointing to the scorch mark that was now etched into the grains of the wooden floorboards. Following Paige's finger Piper sighed eyeing the ruined floor for a mere two seconds before refocusing her gaze on Phoebe who sat on the last step of the staircase that lead up to the second level of the Manor - their bedrooms and another staircase that would take you up to the attic; her finely shaped features etched with a faint trace of sadness "Pheebs, are you okay?" She asked, her voice tinged with a hoarseness that only either immense pain or endless hours of screaming would do "I'm fine sweetie, I'm more worried about you though" Phoebe replied, forcing a wan smile upon her lips "You're bleeding quite a lot, why haven't you called Leo to heal you?" She asked curiously, getting to her feet and crossed over to where Piper stood beside the Great Grandfather clock "Piper, why haven't you called him? And don't even think about giving me that he's too busy excuse, you know he'd drop everything for you in a second if he could" Sighing Piper grimaced as she applied pressure to the wound on her stomach, grateful for an excuse to refrain from answering her sister's question as quickly as she should have. It wasn't so much as pride that was making her hesitate in answering it had more to do with the fact that she knew Phoebe was right on some level, she knew Leo would do anything to make her happy but with everything the Elder's were unloading on to him, it was like the beginning of their relationship all over again - where no matter how hard they tried there was never anytime for them to be alone together; the Elder's were making any excuse possible to keep him from here, to keep them from being together "Which is pretty ironic, considering they gave us their blessing to get married in the first place” She mattered flatly, resting against the clock and slid slowly to the ground; keeping her hand pressed to her stomach

[2] Doing her best to breathe through her nose Piper shook her head, stretched and went up the rickety steps to the long porch, like usual it was her job as the eldest sister to do the hard work "Yes, but only because you’re the most powerful" She murmured under her breath so only she could hear and walked up the rickety steps of the cabin. All it would take was one swift kick to the rotting door and it'd fall but before she could lift her leg the door open revealing a slightly hunched figure wearing what was left of a white tank top that hung from it in shreds. Light shone through its clumps of thick fur on the head, shoulders and arms, it held something in its right hand that looked like a short club; unidentifiable threads hanging from it. "U-Uh guys I think we have a p-problem here" Piper stammered; her eyes widening in fear as the figure stepped forward into the pool of dim yellow light. Its snout glistened with blood, and as its black lips pulled back into a sneering grin, they revealed sharp, bloody fangs with bits of rotten meat stuck between them. A thick growl began to rise deep in its throat as it spread it arms expansively, the light hitting the object that obviously wasn't club in its hand but a human arm that had been torn off at the elbow "Company" It growled tossing the arm aside and hunched down preparing to pounce "And just in time for dinner" It smirked eyeing Piper's rigid form and licked it lips "Phoeeeeeeebeee, Paaaaaaaaige!" She yelled, thrusting her hands out at the demon and caught him in the chest with the blast, which didn't work; it only made him angrier "Some help would be nice" Just as she pulled her