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chapter eight. down the path of righteousness ════⋆͛♡⋆͛════
WHEN ELIZA AND Caroline exited the taxi, the two stared in awe. "My god, this is way better than Elena's house. Ours may be bigger but this feels like a home."
"It looks tacky." Caroline said, her eyebrows raised at the colorful house.
"Don't be an ass." Eliza slapped her shoulder, earning an 'Ow' from Caroline.
"We should go knock on the door." Eliza sighed.
"Are you ready?" Caroline questioned.
"Nope." Eliza walked away with a chuckle and ascended up the stairs.
Caroline just chuckled at her response, shaking her head. "I'll get it!" A voice yelled from behind the door.
"Are you ready for this?" Caroline whispered hastily.
"I have to be." Eliza sighed.
The door swung open to see a short tanned woman with brown hair that was styled into two buns with two strands falling down the sides of her face. Caroline towered over her while Eliza and her matched in height but she radiated confidence and superiority.
"Hello, how can I help you?" The woman smiled kindly, her head tilting as she spoke.
"Is this the Halliwell residence?" Eliza chirped, her heart pounding as she thought of the million ways this could go wrong.
"Yes, who's asking?" The woman replied. Caroline tensed beside Eliza, her vampiric sense picking up on something.
Eliza noticed this and plucked the dagger from her waistline, tossing it behind the woman's head.
"What the hell!" The woman exclaimed, ducking out of the way. The demon disappeared, signaling it's death.
Two more beings appeared, Eliza thrusting both her hands forward. Both squealed and blew up into smithereens, a greenish-blue liquid splattering all over the house. The woman was visibly shocked at the clear display of Eliza's powers.
"Phoebe?!"
"Are you okay?!" Two separate voices yelled as two different women ran down the stairs. One was pale with dark brown, almost black, hair and the other was olive with the same brown hair as the one before Eliza.
"Who the hell are they?!" The taller one asked, ready to defense herself if Eliza and Caroline turned out to be foe.
"I'm sorry, I'm Eliza. This is my friend, Caroline." Phoebe visibly tensed, the names triggering something.
