The black haired witch smiled from the stage of P3, sending Phoebe a wink as her voice had rung through the speakers; Piper couldn't book anyone for tonight, so Phoebe had asked her to let CJ perform. They all knew that she could sing, having heard her voice echo from the bathroom, so Piper said yes without hesitation.

Her voice was raspy, yet smooth at the same time; she had great control, considering she had over a century to perfect her vocals, and the crowd was enraptured by her aura.

"Every day I wake up, every day I wake up alone."

Chris stepped into the club, his jade green eyes widening at the sight of the charcoal haired woman. Her hair was curled, half-up-half-down, and two strands framed her pale face perfectly as she sung; her red painted lips were enchanting. He watched the passion glow from her eyes as she sung, but she'd never look in his direction.

Ever since that night they'd gotten into that argument, literally a month ago, CJ hadn't spoken a word to him. It was annoying, every time he'd enter the room, she would either stop talking or leave entirely. He'd even tried to orb into her room to try and talk to her, but she'd just telekinetically throw him through the doorway.

He was lucky that, that was the only power she was using on him.

Chris sighed, a small smile on his lips, before he approached the sisters, who were seated at the bar. "What're you guys talking about?"

"Stuff." Phoebe spoke, vaguely.

"Hey, where are you going?" Paige asked, causing the brunette to turn as he continued making his way toward the office.

"I gotta go work on the next demon. . .stration." He saved, remembering that there were people all around them.

"Chris, why don't you relax and come have a drink with us?" Phoebe asked, motioning toward the stage, "CJ is singing."

The man looked to the stage, staring at the witch longingly; the sisters caught it, sending knowing looks to one another, before he spoke once more; "Thanks, but I didn't come here to relax."

"That is one bitchy whitelighter." Phoebe muttered, before looking to her sisters, "Hey, do you think something's going on with him and CJ?"

"I don't know," Piper thought. "She's been avoiding him ever since that guy tried drugging her."

"Maybe they got into an argument?" Paige shrugged, looking up toward the black haired witch; she didn't trust her that much, considering who her brother was, but CJ hadn't given her any good reason not to trust her, so she was conflicted.

"Well," the middle sister began, "whatever it is, I hope they make up soon. I bet you $50 that they're gonna end up together by the end of the year."

"Oh, you're on." The youngest laughed, shaking her sister's hand as the bet became official. "They're not gonna get together."

"Who's not gonna get together?" CJ asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she sat next to Piper with a smile. The bartender slid her a shot of whiskey, and she drank it, before looking at the sisters expectantly. "What?"

Phoebe waved her hand, "It's nothing, we were just betting on whether or not a couple celebrities are gonna get together."

"That's. . . kind of fun." The black haired witch smiled, before looking around, her enchanting eyes searching for that shaggy head of brown hair; she finally wanted to talk to him, get to where they were before they fell out. "Hey, have you guys seen Chris? I need to talk to him." She spoke, throwing her lightwash jean jacket over her cropped Linkin Park tank top that had small holes littered around it. Her black and red plaid high-waisted jeans were like a second layer of skin, and her combat boots shielded her feet from whatever liquids the drunken customers of P3 left behind.

"Yeah," Phoebe smiled, "he just went to the office, said he was gonna start working on the next demon."

CJ nodded, "Thanks, Phebes." She smiled, approaching the office door; she opened it slightly, sliding through the crack. "Hey, Chris— Chris!" She yelled, causing Piper and the sisters to run toward the office; there was a woman dressed in leather, her hand shoved in Chris' chest, consuming his powers.

The woman removed her hand, preparing to fire an energy ball at the charcoal haired girl. CJ flamed behind her, kicking the woman to the floor, and glancing to Chris before taking a deep breath. Her skin morphed into the crimson color that she'd despised so much, the whites of her eyes turning black as she launched an energy ball at the fallen woman's leg, singing her skin and boiling her blood.

Piper entered, and went to freeze the woman, but she'd shimmered from the club before anything else could harm her. She slammed the door shut, before looking to CJ, "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know." Her voice was distorted, causing the woman to tense slightly; Chris stared at the half-demon in front of him, eyes watering, and mind consumed with so many painful thoughts. He would be screaming at her, right now, if he weren't trying to catch his breath.

The woman turned her attention to the brunette, CJ shifting back into her human form. She was the first to approach him, only for him to shoot a deadly glare her way; the black haired witch froze, watching as the brown eyed woman helped him up.

"Are you ok?" Piper asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"What happened? Who was she?"

He hesitated, "I don't know." He then looked to the 5'4" witch in the corner, "What the hell are you?"

She gulped, looking to her toes with glossy eyes. "Piper, I'll meet you guys back at the house." She muttered, flaming out of there before either brunette could object; she appeared in her room, throwing her jacket into her closet, before throwing herself onto her bed. She was furious with herself, with whoever the hell had just attacked Chris, and with her ancestry. Why'd she have to be the daughter of such a horrid demon? She killed Cole's dad, for fucks sake — CJ's dad was lucky he'd gotten them out of there before she'd met Cole's father.

Phoebe knocked on the girl's door, causing CJ to lift her head an reveal her teary eyes to the woman; the brunette sent her a sad smile, approaching her and sitting on the edge of her bed. "Hey. . . Piper told me what happened."

"Yeah, and I'm sure Chris had a lot to say about it, too." The pale witch spoke, her voice barely audible as it cracked.

"They're in the attic, searching for the demon."

"She's not a demon." The black haired girl said, causing Phoebe to furrow her brows, "She's a Phoenix witch; I saw the birthmark."