InsaneJournal

This place was interesting. At best. Paige had spent the better part of the week reading up on the comments on the little network that had been created for the other dimensional arrivals. She'd also spent a better part of her week in a holding cell because she had let her temper get the better of her. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't leave this place. She didn't like being man-handled. She was Paige Matthews, there wasn't a place that she couldn't leave. There wasn't a creature that could get the better of her. After all, she was part Halliwell. After all, she had trained herself, had been trained by demons with illusions of grandeur to be the best. Demons who thought if they managed to puppet her that they would get an in with the infamous Charmed Ones. Demons who'd learned the right way soon enough after she got what she wanted from them. Not that she killed all of them. Those of them who listened lived and those of them who continued to bother her ... well, obviously they didn't.

Unlike most half-demons Paige didn't care to be a full and didn't care about the power or proving herself. It hadn't always been that way. In the beginning. It'd been all about proving herself. To the father who was so cowardly, so stupid, that he actually thought he could have tricked Patty and Penny for that long. That would have never discovered that he was a demon. To the mother who gave her up. And the grandmother who had been set in letting her know that she was a creature. The adoptive parents who had to die on her ... just when she was getting used to them. And the idiotic sisters with their so call bond who didn't even know she was out there.

Paige had been into power and destruction and, could have been, consumed by it. She'd been on the precipice. And she hadn't fallen over like the rest. Because Paige had never been and never would be much of a follwer. And because she refused to let anything, even Power, control her. In the end it became about freedom. The freedom to use magic as she wanted, because she had proved to herself that she was better than they thought she was. Not that she was good. No. Good lied with restrictions. Just like evil did. With nothing to prove, yet a mind as black and consuming as all demon's tended to be but still with that pesky Halliwell conscience ... not to mention the memory of the Matthews, she became morally ... damaged. Suited her just fine. Except. When ... she let that temper get the better of her.

Paige sighed as she walked out of bookstore, brushing her hair out of forehead. It wasn't her fault that that stupid little witch had kept claiming to be Chris. Paige might not associate with the Halliwells. But she kept tabs on them. Family did mean something, in a sense. She knew about the older male Chris. Though, now. Thinking about it. She supposed it was possible that what she'd said was true. That there was a world where Chris was female. And Paige was good. Paige pressed fingers at her temples and rubbed. She supposed that she shouldn't have lost her temper but she'd already just been pulled out of the cell when she ran into the little bitch. Not in the best mood to run into someone almost more stubborn than she was. Some yelling and a well-aimed fireball that sadly hadn't hit had apparently pissed off the stupid guards and had landed her in the cell again for another night.

As it was, she currently wasn't in the best mood, as she walked aimelessly down the streets. But she was also currently starving for real food. She was pretty sure she could manage to get something to eat without burning someone. Despite being the one that was half-demon, after all, she'd never been the one with the worse temper. Hm. Paige wondered who else of her "family" was around. Food first. Dramatics later.