I was surprised by the inhuman snarl that came out of my throat. Sam lay in a crumpled heap on the floor and Keegra was sneering at me. She thought I was gonna be easy prey with Sam out of the picture? She had another thing coming.

I had a life time of power to unleash on this bitches ass. She was so going down.

Swinging my arm with a powerful swipe I watched Keegra shoot across the room and crash into the class table. The new glass table mom had just brought home. If Keegra didn't kill me my mother would.

"What? How did you-,"

"You obviously don't know who I am." I growled.

She hissed. "I am so sick of you brats telekinetically throwing me like a rag doll. You want to see real power?! I'll show you real power!"

She formed two massive fire balls in her hands waving them threateningly. I smirked. This woman was a joke. She thinks I'm afraid of fire balls?

Eyes narrowed I concentrated on her attack. Imagine the surprise on her face when her so called 'power' was extinguished.

"You little-," With another hiss she launched herself across the couch with the intent of scratching my eyes out.

With a quick wave of my hand she went flying sideways into…something else made of glass. Shit.

"Keegra, maybe you should brush up on your opponent's history before you take them on willy-nilly."

"Argh!" She shot up off the ground. "I know exactly who you are! You're the Twice Blessed bratty brother. No one from the underworld is afraid of you. You can't do anything. You're a pathetic excuse for a magical being. Not fit to be the son of a Charmed One and an Elder."

Big mistake.

"Key words there…son of a Charmed One and an Elder."

Lighting suddenly shot out from my hands with surprising force. Keegra screamed horrifically and dived out of the way.

While she was preoccupied I stared at my hands in shock. Well that was new for both life times.

Keegra was on the ground, panting, eyes wide in fear. The underworld wasn't afraid of me now they sure as hell would be.

I quickly put up a mask, smirk back in place to cover my surprise. She didn't need to know I had no idea how to control that yet. Fear wouldn't work for this interrogation. Not of a demon.

"I'll give you one chance to answer me Keegra." I was the one sneering at her now. "Tell me where Ava and Andy are and I won't fry you."

I held my hands by my side crackling with energy.

Keegra did her best to hide her gulp. She glared up at me; lip curled back, another hiss on the rise.

"I'm not going to tell you anything half-breed!" She growled.

As a warning I flicked my hands at the glass cabinet she'd fallen into damaging it even more. Both of us were surprised to watch it blow it up rather than get electrocuted.

Quickly glancing at my hands again I tried to conclude where the hell all these powers were suddenly coming from. Lighting from Dad, exploding power from mom…but why? Why all of a sudden and at the same time?

"You're lucky I'm feeling merciful at the moment. One more chance Keegs. Tell me where they are!"

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Keegra watched his hands nervously, the rest of his words flying over her head. She couldn't stop staring at them, focusing on the power they had unleashed; the power that his mother had used to kill her sister.

If that power didn't kill her…Ruby's torturous devices would. She'd didn't want to suffer like that. But even if Chris killed her…she'd only go to hell…and Ruby could drag her ass out of hell…or torture her in it. She was dead either way. She had failed. The betters were right.

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"No, I may have underestimated you but I won't spill my guts." She continued to glare up at my tense figure.

"Well then…I guess I'll just have to spill your guts for you."

Concentrating on my hands I focused that fiery energy I felt from my mother's power. I didn't have complete control over it, if any at all, but I needed to get this right. Keegra was becoming an annoying pest. And if she wouldn't confess…then we didn't need her anymore.

With a flick…Keegra burst into flames. I winced at her screams of pain and terror before the fire consumed her and she combusted. With a groan I flinched, waiting for those aforementioned guts to splatter me.

It was a very unpleasant feeling.

"Yuck." I shook my hand, tossing the goo on it to the ground. Keegra was little more than a pile of dust and guts dripping off my living room.

"Why can't vanquishes be clean and simple." I muttered.

Hearing the front door suddenly open, my eyes widened. Mom was home. Oh shit.

"Chris! What is this mess?" She shrieked.

"A demon?" I offered weakly. We Halliwell's may be strong in the face of evil… but against Piper Halliwell…we crumbled.

"Sam!" Dean pushed past my mother and dove for his brother's prone form.

My eyes widened again. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about Sam!

"What happened?" Dean's protective growl reached my ears.

"The demon currently redecorating the walls kind of…attacked him."

Another growl rose in Dean's throat as he hurriedly inspected Sam for any other unobvious injuries. John stood behind them hiding his worry behind a mask of anger. He fist was tightly clenched.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, head hung. "He was facing off against Keegra and I must have distracted him. When I entered the room she shot the attack at me but…Sam got in the way."

Wyatt placed a hand on my shoulder in attempt to comfort.

"No," Dean muttered darkly, "It's my fault. Sam tried to tell me about this vision he had last night but we never got around to the details. Seems it happened under different circumstances."

"S'not your fault Dean. I suspect she did this to throw us off. It sure did work."

Wyatt gave my shoulder a firm squeeze before heading over to Sam to heal his wound. It was still heavily bleeding meaning Sam would be out of commission for a while healed wound or not. Whoever was in charge of these attacks was determined to make sure we changed nothing.