Post by StoryGirl83 on Mar 23, 2011 15:24:01 GMT -5
Chapter Four – Never Call Security on the Owner’s Son
Chris hung the phone back up on the wall. It was kind of funny to have to deal with an older phone, but Piper had been very insistent that if anything changed in this room it looked like something that might have been here at the turn of the century. Of course the phone at the manor hadn’t changed much either. He wondered if he could get her to make some changes now with the changes that had happened in the last few months. Probably not.
Chris turned to look at Toby. “Let’s go. We’ll have to actually leave the room before we can go anywhere, because the spell on this room seems to be extremely long standing.”
“What did you mom say?”
“Just to be careful,” Chris informed him, and to not trust demons.
Toby nodded, but the amused look in his eyes indicated he had a pretty good idea what else she might have said.
Chris pulled out the door key and unlocked it. He opened the door and headed out running into someone.
“Aaaahh!” came a squeal followed by a clatter of dishes.
Chris looked down at a young woman now sitting in the middle of a pile of broken dishes. “Sorry about that.” He offered her his hand.
She brushed it aside. “Security! Ray, help!”
Chris sighed as a burly bouncer came running into the room.
The bouncer, Ray Williams, took in the scene and gave Chris a wry look. “Sorry, Mr. Halliwell. Annie, are you okay?”
Annie Scottsdale glared at him. “Aren’t you going to hel . . . oh, my word! Did you say ‘Halliwell’?”
Ray nodded. “Annie, this is Chris Halliwell, the boss’ younger son.”
Annie groaned. “Why me?”
“If you don’t mind, I was just leaving.”
Ray frowned at the open door behind Chris. “I thought that door was kept locked tight.”
Chris nodded and held up the key. “Yeah. Mom only wants me in there.”
“But why?”
Chris shrugged. “Years ago there was a guy named Chris who stayed in there. When they . . . lost him, they locked it up. It’s a long story, but I have to get going. Anyone special at P3 tonight?”
Ray nodded. “The newest pop sensation, some gal named Allegra Felicitous.”
Chris chuckled. “In other words, you’ve never heard of her, but your daughter is beside herself with excitement and wishes we’d let teenagers in the club.”
Ray laughed. “Yeah, and if I don’t bring home an autographed photograph and maybe the singer herself, I’m not going to be spoken to for the next week. I’m trying to decide if I prefer her ‘eternal’ gratitude or a week of silence better.”
Chris laughed and turned around to see Toby glaring at him.
“You are not taking this serious.”
Chris sighed and closed and locked the door. “Fine, let’s go.” He bid Ray and Annie good-bye and headed up the stairs. As soon as they were out of view he turned to Toby. “How are you with ‘white’ orbing?”
“Clearly I survived the trip here,” Toby retorted.
Chris nodded and touched his hand to Toby’s shoulder. Seconds later they were vanishing in blue and white orbs.