A/N: Sorry it's been so long, you guys. I had major writer's block. It has, thankfully, passed, so I'm hoping to post another chapter sometime next week as well. :) Hope you enjoy!

Chapter Eleven: Old Demons, Part Two

"PAIGE!" Piper shouted. She, Phoebe and a summoned Prue were standing around the attic, each with their own look of concern etched into their features. "PAIGE! I'M SERIOUS!"

A moment later, an irritated Paige orbed in with Billie as a passenger. She glared at Piper.

"What?!" she asked impatiently. "We were kinda in the middle of something!"

Phoebe grinned. "I can tell," she muttered.

Paige shot her a look. Then she noticed Prue. She raised an eyebrow, but her eldest sister just nodded toward Piper.

"Piper, what is it? It can't be good if Prue's here." She glanced over at Prue. "No offense." Prue shrugged.

"Tends to be true," she said. Prue glanced at Piper. "Are you gonna tell her or not?" Piper sighed. "Do you want me to tell her?"

"Yeah. Please."

"This is more about Billie than you," Prue said. "For some reason which the Powers don't seem to really understand, some of the demons I vanquished when I was alive are coming after her."

"What?! Why??" Paige asked.

Prue shrugged. "No idea. All they told me was that it was happening."

"Why didn't they inform me directly?" Paige asked. "I'm Billie's Whitelighter. You're not even a Whitelighter! You're just dead!"

Prue looked down. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'll leave." She snapped her fingers and disappeared in white lights. Paige sighed, and Billie wrapped her arms around her lover's neck.

"I'm sorry you guys," Paige said, looking up at her sisters. "I didn't mean to insult Prue. It's just...I'm protective of Billie. And as her Whitelighter, I wanna be the first one told if she's gonna be put in danger."

"Thanks, sweetie," Billie whispered, kissing Paige's neck.

"Paige, I know it's not something you wanna hear," Phoebe said. "But Prue thought we should know. You have no reason to be mad at her."

"I'm not mad at her..."

"We all want Billie to be safe, Paige," Piper spoke up. "That includes Prue. Billie's still a young witch. That's probably why the demons are coming after her."

"But they've been vanquished!" Paige exclaimed. "How the hell did they come back?"

"I don't know. Maybe a demon's never really vanquished," Piper said. The three other women turned to look at her, curious expressions on their faces. "Well, think about it. Demons and warlocks we've come up against are still in The Books of Shadows, most with specific vanquishing spells written by other Halliwell witches. How else would they know how to vanquish the demon unless they've come up against them themselves?"

"True..." Paige said slowly. She glanced back at Billie. "Think you can tough it out, B?"

"Sure," Billie said. "Not a problem. I can take care of a few measly demons." She kissed Paige gently. "Promise."

"I know you can. Don't think I'm underestimating you, cause I'm not." She kissed the hand Billie had resting just above her right breast. "I trust you. Kinda."

Billie chuckled. "Thanks."

"If you guys need anything, you know you're always welcome to the Book," Piper said. "And come visit more often. We miss you guys around here!"

Paige smiled. "Next time Prue pops in for a visit, call me on the phone. Please. I owe her an apology."

"No problem," Piper said. "Do you all have to take off?"

Paige and Phoebe exchanged a look and a smile. "I think we can stick around for a while," Phoebe said. "Have a sisterly-bonding afternoon."

"Guess that means I should take off," Billie said.

"Oh, Billie, no!" Phoebe said quickly. "I didn't mean you have to leave. You know you're more than welcome to spend time with us."

"I know. But I wanna go finish unpacking the bedroom anyway. See you later, baby," Billie whispered. She kissed the side of Paige's forehead.

"Bye." She touched the top of Billie's head. "Home." The blonde disappeared in blue orbs. Phoebe came over and looped her arm through Paige's.

"Ready for some family time, little sister?" Phoebe asked, smirking at the Whitelighter. Piper grabbed Paige's other arm.

"Do I have a choice?" Paige asked with a laugh.

Billie appeared in the front room of hers and Paige's new apartment. She looked around and sighed. She was tired; she didn't want to unpack, she wanted to sleep.

Billie stretched out across the couch and closed her eyes. She'd unpack later and with a little sweet talk, Paige would forgive and forget in two seconds flat. Then she drifted off into unconsciousness.

A brown-haired man greeted her.

"Hello, Billie." He smirked.