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Returning to the manor, the three Halliwell sisters stumbled inside, another demon vanquished. Glancing at the clock, the oldest noticed the time and groaned. It was 3 am and she had to be up in a few hours for a shoot. Dropping her jacket by the door, she joined her sisters as they headed upstairs.

Climbing into bed, she felt like she had barely closed her eye's when the buzzing of her alarm sounded in her sleep fogged mind. Walking downstairs, her eyelids heavy, she was shocked to find a demon standing in the kitchen.

"Demon!"
"Witch!" they both shouted at the same time, jumping back.
"What do you want demon!" she shouted, prepared for any answer except the one she received.
"I just came for some coffee." he replied, seeming to shrink a little as he backed away.
"Who are you?!"
"I'm...I'm, oh this is so embarrassing, " he faltered, knowing he was in big trouble as two more witches came rushing in.
"Why is there a demon in our kitchen!" Phoebe demanded. "It's 7 am, why is he here!"
"Chill out witch. I don’t want to be here anymore then you do." he replied, trying to find a way out of this.
"You know, for a demon, he doesn’t look to threatening." Piper told her sisters, dragging out a chair to sit down on, wanting nothing more then to go back to bed. Propping her head on her raised arm.
"So why are you here demon." Prue asked, joining her, yet still ready to throw him if need be.
"Please don’t vanquish me." he said, backing into the corner.
"Why not, your a demon, its what we do." Phoebe said, setting three coffee cups on the table.
"I'm not that bad a demon, I mean I have never killed anyone."
"And we should believe you because...?"
"Please don’t make me tell you, you'll just laugh."
"Tell us and maybe we will let you go." Prue told him, her curiosity piqued by this unusual demon. For some reason, she really didn't feel to threatened by him, just annoyed.

"Ok, ok, my name is Am."
"Am? What kind of name is that?" Piper asked, picking her hear up from the table.
"Phoebe?" Prue said, looking at her baby sister. Nodding her head, the youngest Halliwell headed to check the BOS.

A few minutes later, she came back down the stairs, glaring at the demon as she walked into the kitchen. "I really hate you!" she said, pointing her finger at him.

"What did you find out?" Prue asked as she and Piper both sat up, concerned by the tone of her voice.
"He....he's the worst!" she said.
"How do we vanquish him?" Piper asked as she froze him, thinking to her self, and I almost fell asleep in the same room with him?
"We cant, there is no way to get rid of this particular type of demon."
"So what are we supposed to do? We cant just leave him in our kitchen."
"He should leave soon by himself." Phoebe replied, still glaring daggers at the frozen demon. Even as she said this, his figure started to blur, fading away to nothing.
"Ok, 'what' was that?" Prue asked, turning to her little sister.
"He said his name was Am, but we know him by a different name."
"WHAT!" the oldest two shouted together.
"A.M. the time of day when all sane people are still sleeping."





the end. just how I feel in the morning, like there's a demon in MY
kitchen, making me get up too early.