This story has been edited, by me, to not suck anymore. It's pretty much the same story.

Timeline notes: I've played the rules, but basically everything fits, in an AU sort of way. Set one year before the Charmed Ones become Charmed.

Vampire Rules: Yeah, I changed some. Just keep up, I'll explain everything.

I don't own Charmed. R.I.P. Aaron Spelling.

October 1997

Beneath the streets and hectic pace of San Francisco, under several hundred feet of rock and earth, the Vampire Queen rested in her chambers. Two attendants were at her beck and call, brushing her hair, painting her fingers and toes. Even within the dimly lit, smoky chambers, one could make out the deep-set frown on the Queen's face. Her Seer had come to her, throwing himself at her feet as he told her what he had seen: within the next four years, she would be killed by the Source. That did not come as a shock to her; the vampires and the rest of the demonic community had been hated enemies for millennia. What was strange was that the Source would kill her in order to protect the Charmed Ones- three good witches.

She closed her eyes, and pondered the situation at hand. More difficult dilemmas had passed her way in her last ten thousand years on Earth. Christianity had brought its crosses and holy water, scorching her skin and the skin of her children. The Source had exiled her kind from the Underworld two thousand years ago. She'd tried to get back into his favor in the late 1800s, but this only upset him, and he magically bound the Queen beneath the earth so she could not feed. Her minions brought her food, but the luxury of being waited on hand and foot did not compare to her love of the hunt. Scores of witches and vampire hunters had been after her and her kind for years, killing her precious family. Compared with all of that, preventing her death should come easily.

The Charmed Ones were completely unaware of their destiny, her Seer had told her. Their powers had been bound when they were children. Only after the death of their grandmother- within the next six months, she had been told- would they finally gain their magical inheritance. Now, with their powers still bound, would be the perfect time for a preemptive strike.

The Charmed Ones must be killed, at least one of them, thought the Queen. That way, the Power of Three cannot be awakened. But whom should I send? Dozens of her strongest, most loyal vampires ran through her mind. None seemed right to do the job, until she remembered one particular vampire. Leonus. A smile crossed her face.

The Queen snapped her fingers. Her servants stopped their grooming at once and stood before the ancient vampiress. "Yes, my Queen?" the two females said in unison.

"Find me Leonus," snapped the Queen. "I don't care where he is, or what he's doing, find him immediately!"

The two females nodded as they shape shifted into bat form, flying out through the Queen's doorway. Minutes later, the two bats returned followed by a larger bat that landed in front of the Queen. The two bats perched on the Queen's throne while the larger bat shape shifted into a tall, muscular man; the vampire Leonus, or Leo. He ran a hand through his tousled blond hair, while licking a stray drop of blood from his lip. His fangs slid neatly into his gums, giving him the appearance of an average human. Obediently, he dropped onto one knee, bowing his head. "Yes, My Queen?" he asked.

"I hope I did not intrude on your dinner," she said regretfully, beckoning him to stand with her hand.

"Not at all," Leo said with a grin as he stood before her. "I was just finishing up."

"Good, for I have pressing news." Leo approached her, his eyes narrowed with curiosity. "My Seer has foreseen my death."

"I'm terribly sorry," he replied dryly, cocking an eyebrow. "I send my sympathies in advance."

The Queen smiled devilishly at her boy's wit, baring her sharp teeth. "Do not be insolent, my sweetling. As much as I adore you, upsetting me now is not a particularly wise idea." She smiled condescendingly. "You remember the last time."

His eyes dropped to his feet, and Leo's body stiffened, as he remembered the last time he had disobeyed the Queen, back when he was a young fledgling vampire. His back was still covered with scars. The vampire looked at his Queen. "So why have you summoned me, My Queen?"

"The Seer has also discovered that the Charmed Ones are the key to my demise. Have you heard of them?"

"Three sisters, the members of an old witch family, the most powerful witches in the world? I've heard of them."

"They live in the city above us, and have not yet discovered their powers. This is the perfect time to stop the prophecy before it can begin. Kill them, anyone of them." The Queen suddenly smiled. "You can even keep one if you wish."

The possibility of taking someone destined to do so much good in the world and twisting it to evil appealed to Leo immediately. "Consider it done, My Queen," vowed Leo. He bowed once more just before he transformed into his bat shape and flew swiftly from the Queen's chambers.

Piper sat on Prue's bed, not really thinking about anything and ignoring her sister as she became more and more hysterical about her date that night.

"What do you think, Piper?" asked Prue suddenly. Piper blinked, clearing her thoughts, and looked up at her sister. She was dressed in her bathrobe, holding a black halter dress in one hand, and a glittery red spaghetti strap in the other. "Which one should I wear?"

"Uh…I don't know. They're both nice."

Prue made a noise of frustration as she shot her sister a furious look. "Come on, Piper, this is very important. I think Roger's going to propose tonight! We've been together for almost a year and a half, it's almost expected for him to ask, and I want it to be perfect!"

Piper didn't say anything, but crossed her arms. Prue cocked her head, gazing at Piper like a lost puppy. "Oh, Piper. Don't worry. One day you'll find the right guy…"

"I'm going downstairs," Piper said under her breath, leaving Prue's bedroom and descended downstairs into the living room. She flopped on the couch and flipped on the TV, letting the sound of some infomercial deaden her mind. It's not fair, Piper thought jealously, and then chided herself on being immature. It did seem unfair that her entire family- even Grams, for God's sake- had plans tonight.

Why do Prue and Phoebe get the guys? wondered Piper, feeling her green-eyed monster emerge. Do I have the Ugly Gene or something? She tried to recall the last time she went on a date; the last one she could think of was the Junior Prom. Well, that wasn't entirely true. But sometimes Piper thought she'd never be happy and in love, and times like this made that reality seem all the more possible.

There was a knock on the door. Phoebe ran down the stairs as fast as she could in high heels. Piper turned around and frowned at her baby sister's halter top and micromini. "Jeez, Phoebe, have heard of this new invention they have? We like to call them 'clothes'."

Phoebe rolled her eyes and opened the door. "Very funny, Piper," Phoebe said mockingly. "And where's your date tonight?"

Piper turned back to the TV, trying not to get upset. She didn't turn around when she heard Phoebe greet her date and shut the door. Just a minute later the doorbell rang again.

"Piper, could you answer that?" Prue yelled from upstairs. Piper sighed and forced herself off the couch, walking to the door. She opened it, and found Roger, Prue's boyfriend, standing on their porch with a bouquet of red roses. He smiled at her. You know, I'm just as pretty as Prue, and I cook ten times better than her. Yet I can find no one!

"Hi, Piper," Roger greeted her. "You look nice. Prue almost ready?"

As if on cue, Prue made her way downstairs, dressed in a form-fitting black cocktail dress. "Yes I am," she said hurriedly, taking the stairs two at a time. Prue looked so gorgeous, Piper instantly felt ashamed of her old sweater and sweatpants. "Hi, Roger. Oh, flowers! You're so sweet," Prue said with a smile, giving him a kiss. Prue turned back to Piper. "Have fun tonight, sis. Don't stay out too late." Prue grabbed Roger's arm and walked out the door.

Piper scowled at Prue as she shut the door so hard the paintings on the wall rattled. Her sister had tried to be funny, but it hadn't come out that way. Feeling ugly and depressed, Piper sat back down on the couch, ready for a fun-filled night of Julia Roberts movies and microwave popcorn.

Then the doorbell rang again. Piper looked at the door, raising her eyebrows; everyone was gone. She got up and went to the door. "Hello?" she asked when she opened the door. Huh, Piper thought light-headedly. Maybe being home alone isn't such a bad thing.

A young, handsome blonde man was on her doorstep, dressed in tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. He grinned at her. "Hi," he said, his voice rich and smooth "my car broke down a few blocks from here. Do you think I could come in and call a cab?"

Piper blinked. She barely heard a word the man had said. "Oh, sure, come in," she told him, smiling like crazy. The man smiled and walked in.

"What's your name?" he inquired.

"I'm Piper," she answered. "What's yours?"

"Piper, what a pretty name. I'm Leo." Leo, thought Piper dreamily, feeling like a thirteen-year-old with a crush on the high school quarterback. How cool! She pointed down the hall. "Um, the phone's in the kitchen."

But he didn't go into the kitchen. He leaned against a table in the parlor. "What's a pretty girl like you doing home alone on a Saturday night?" he wondered, crossing his arms and giving Piper a smile that made her legs feel like Jell-O.

Piper laughed at that, feeling embarrassed about being alone, and delighted he was taking an interest in her. She was in her rattiest clothes, her hair in a makeshift ponytail, and she wasn't wearing a lick of makeup. "Me? I- I didn't have a date."

"But your sisters did?" Piper frowned. "How did you know I have sisters?" she asked. Leo tapped on a picture of Prue, Piper, and Phoebe that sat on the table he was leaning on.

"Oh," she said, abruptly remembering her distaste for her sisters as she stared at the photo. "Well, they're kind of guy magnets. Guys follow them around and- and stick to them." She managed to laugh a little, trying to draw Leo's attention away from her pathetic joke.

Leo walked towards her slowly, his forehead slightly creasing with astonishment. "And you don't?" he asked curiously. His warm eyes met Piper's. "Have guys sticking to you, I mean."

"No. No, not really." Now her cheeks were turning rosy. Piper laughed again, trying not to feel so nervous. "I'm not really a, uh, guy magnet." All she could do was stare in his dark eyes, and want to run her fingers along the dark scar that grazed his left cheekbone.

"Really?" Leo said casually, stroking her shoulder-grazing brown hair. "I don't think so." His eyes flickered to her soft hair for a moment. A smile too godlike to grace a mortal face blossomed across his face. "Oh, I bet you're wild on the inside. You just don't let it come out and play."

The thought was absolutely ridiculous to Piper. "You think so?" she replied slowly, huskily, as she breathed in the deep scent of Leo's cologne.

"I know so." Before Piper could do anything, Leo pressed his lips onto hers. She closed her eyes and kissed back. I can't believe I'm doing this! she thought. I just met him! Piper felt a carefree rush run through her. There was something about Leo, though, that seemed odd…

What a stupid girl, Leo thought. Fell for all that "wild inside" crap. They all do. Still… she's beautiful. Leo felt her body loosen up as he wrapped his arms around her waist. He began to softly kiss her neck. Instinctively, fangs broke through his gums, pressing against the inside of lips. Without warning he bit into her.

Piper cried out as she felt a sharp pain in her neck. Hot tears stung her eyes and her neck burned, like a wound covered in acid. Her lungs felt overheated, and she couldn't catch her breath.

Shhh, she heard Leo's voice in her mind. If you're quiet, and you don't move, it won't hurt.

Stop it, you're hurting me, Piper wanted to cry out as she felt her body become limper and her vision darken.

It'll be over soon, sweetheart, Leo told her as he felt her pulse slow down. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sweet blood that had pumped through the veins of this woman and now pumped in his. Leo pulled out of her neck and held her limp body in his arms, stopping to think as she began to die.

This girl- Piper- was pretty, and he always wanted a mate. Plus, he thought to himself, a vampire Charmed One? What poetic irony. The vampire drew his dagger from his pocket, one he'd snatched off a demon two hundred years ago. Leo cut his wrist, letting scarlet blood ooze out. Leo put his wrist to her mouth.

Piper slowly awoke from her deathly sleep, the taste of blood in her mouth waking her up. It was chilled and refreshing; the sensation of it left her lips tingling and her throat prickling. As she drank, she noticed she was no longer breathing. Her heart stopped beating. The black blanket of death was thrown upon her, suffocating her, and plunged her into darkness.

Her body, wide-awake, suddenly became limp again. Leo licked the wound on his wrist; the skin sealed instantly. I can't for you to wake up, Leo thought as she stroked the girl's colorless cheek. He cradled her dead body against his and used his right arm to open the front door. From the parlor table he grabbed Piper's car keys and walked out to the driveway. Laying her down in the back of the car, he drove off into night.

Phoebe snuck through the back door Sunday morning quietly. It was six a.m., and she didn't want Grams to wake up and lecture her. But Grams was already awake, drinking coffee with Prue.

"What's up?" Phoebe said nonchalantly, hoping that she wouldn't get a lecture from both her sister and her grandmother. But they barely seemed to notice her presence.

"When I got home last night, Piper wasn't here," Grams explained.

Any thoughts of potentially being grounded left Phoebe's mind. "Oh my God," she said. "Did you call the police?"

"That was the first thing we did, Phoebe, what are you, an idiot?" snapped Prue.

"Girls, don't fight," Grams ordered automatically. She tapped her fingers on the table anxiously. She hadn't told her granddaughters that last night she had found the front door open and blood in the parlor last night. Penny had checked the Book of Shadows and came to only one logical conclusion: vampire. Piper must've let one into the house and the vampire had taken her.

What could Penny tell the girls? "By the way, you three are destined to be the greatest witches of all time, and a vampire killed your sister." They'd cart her off to a mental asylum.

"What do we do?" Phoebe asked.

Grams put on a brave smile for her girls. "It's possible that maybe she went out sometime during the night and stayed at a friend's house. If she doesn't come home tonight, we'll call the police again." She sipped her coffee slowly. "For now, let's just try to get through the day."

One of the Queen's servants looked towards the sewer entrance just above her head to see Leo drop in, a body in his arms. "Leonus," the vampiress whispered furiously as he moved towards the doors of the Queen's chambers. "You cannot go in there, she's dining." She gasped at the sight of the body. "Is that-"

"A Charmed One," Leo said boastfully. "Just starting to cool." Leo glanced at the door just as a bloodcurdling scream filled the Queen's chambers. The vampire raised his eyebrows. "Tell the Queen I'm in my quarters." He carried Piper down the hall to his chamber, lying her down on his bed. Leo pulled the blankets over her, and tucked a pillow beneath her head. He wanted her to be comfortable. He sat down in his armchair across from the bed. With a wave of his hand, the candles beside the bed flickered and burned out. He began to doze in his chair; he wanted to be rested for when Piper awoke.

Penny Halliwell drew a pentagram on the attic floor in chalk, and placed a white candle at each point. She went over to the Book of Shadows and began to read:

" 'Hear these words, hear my cry
Spirit from the other side
Come to me, I summon thee
Cross now the great divide'."

In the center of the pentagram appeared Patty Halliwell, looking as young and beautiful as when she died many years ago. The angel looked upon her mother with great sadness. "Piper," she choked out, her eyes glistening with ghostly tears. "I saw everything. Mother, she was in so much pain."

"What happened to her? Was she killed? Or changed?" Penny asked, her throat becoming thick with tears.

"Changed, by Leo," Patty said, her teeth clenched tightly. Penny took in a deep breath. Leo was a powerful vampire. Nearly every witch feared the Vampire Queen's best killer, known more for his love of inflicting pain than his countless kills.

"What would he want with Piper?" wondered Penny.

"Who knows," Patty said carelessly. "He tricked her, he- he just came in and-" The angel stopped speaking and let out a silent sob.

Penny gazed at her daughter, her eyes filling with tears. "Now the Charmed Ones will never come to be." She took in a sharp breath. "Whatever will I tell Prue and Phoebe?"

"There's still time," Patty told her mother. "Piper hasn't fed off a human yet. The transformation isn't complete."

Penny put her hand to her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps…I could fix a spell… to cure her. Restore her before her first kill." Penny knelt down and blew out one of the pentagram's candles. Patty disappeared from the center, and the old woman hurried over to the Book of Shadows.

Piper blinked, and opened her eyes. She was on a bed. A pillow was tucked under her head; a blanket covered her warmly. She was comfortable, but a strong, hollowing hunger filled her chest and stomach.

She heard footsteps approach her. A shadowy figure entered her line of sight. There was the sound of snapping fingers, and dim candlelight illuminated the craggy stonewalls.

"Where am I?" she asked weakly.

"San Francisco," answered a vaguely familiar voice. "Just below it, actually." The shadowy figure knelt beside her, his face slowly coming into focus.

"Leo?" asked Piper, puzzled. What happened between the time he kissed me and now? she wondered.

He patted her cheek with cold fingertips. "You must be confused, sweetheart."

"A little," she admitted. She was just relieved she wasn't alone.

"Let me clarify it for you. This-" He stood and gestured grandly to their surroundings- "is the Underworld. I am a vampire. You are a vampire."

What? thought Piper, the only reaction she could muster under so much pain. "Vampires aren't real," she argued, her words slurred. Her head began to ache. Leo stood, moving towards the nightstand. He poured red liquid into two goblets from a pewter pitcher. The scent of blood filled the air, and while the thought of drinking it made Piper sick, the scent in the air made her hunger worsen.

Leo handed Piper a goblet. "Drink," he ordered, taking a long sip from his own chalice. Piper did the same. In an instant, her headache ceased; her hunger dulled; and a new energy and power poured into her.

Everything became startlingly clear. She was a vampire. All of her silly human emotions- jealousy, depression- faded away, leaving startling truths. She'd been so jealous of her damn sisters only a few hours ago; now she could see that she was the lucky one. She'd stay young and pretty forever. A new, exciting, dangerous life had begun, and, she realized as she looked up at Leo, she got to spend it with a good-looking vampire.

"How do you feel?" Leo asked, wiping the blood from his mouth. Piper grinned at him; a sexy, seductive grin she'd never had the nerve to wear when she was alive.

"Wonderful," she told him. "But…" Could she say it? Yes, thought Piper, as she began to feel what remained of her naiveté fade away. "There's one thing that could make me feel even better." Piper patted the bed beside her, motioning for him to join her. His expression was slightly amused as he joined her in bed.

"-Well, she's got brown hair…kind of tall…brown eyes…attractive," Phoebe was saying on the phone as Grams walked into the kitchen.

"Whom is she talking to?" Grams asked Prue, who was drumming her hands on the table nervously.

"The police," answered Prue.

Penny looked towards Phoebe sharply. "Hang up, Phoebe," Grams ordered. Phoebe didn't listen; she was too busy listening to the voice at the other end. Quickly Grams rushed over to the phone and hung it up, her weak heart pounding in her chest.

"Grams!" Prue exclaimed, glaring at her grandmother. "What are you doing?"

"They can help us find Piper," Phoebe chimed in.

Penny sighed, pressing her hand to her chest. The older woman took a deep breath. "I hung up the phone," she began, "because the police don't need to be involved. I know how to find Piper. You girls just need to trust me." Grams dashed over to the spice cabinet, grabbed a few ingredients, and hurried out of the kitchen as Phoebe gaped at their grandmother.

"What is she not telling us?" Prue wondered to herself softly.

"What time is it?" asked Piper as she sat up in bed, pulling her sweater back on. Across from her in the armchair, Leo glimpsed at his watch.

"Six o'clock." He grinned. "Sundown."

Piper nervously began to smooth down her hair. Finally, it was time to hunt, to kill. She'd been looking forward to it all day. The need to hurt, to destroy pumped through her veins strongly, while the blood she had earlier had left her feeling hungrier than before.

"Where do you want to hunt?" Leo asked as he pulled his boots on. "I was thinking maybe downtown, at one of the clubs-"

"My house," she said, cutting him off. He gave her a skeptical look. "What?"

"Are you sure?" Leo knew that an untested vampire against a witch was not a good idea.

"Very sure," Piper snapped as she felt hunger crawl in every inch of her body. In her mind, the only way to move on with her new life was to kill what remained of it.

Grams tossed a fistful of herbs into a cauldron; it simmered softly. "With this spell, I remove Death's sting. With this spell, life I bring. Restore her…"Grams took a poppet with brown yarn hair and a P across her chest and placed her in the potion.

Two bats landed on the Halliwell doorstep, and transformed into Leo and Piper. Piper went to knock on the door, when she pressed her hand to her chest. "What is it?" Leo asked.

"I feel sick," Piper said cautiously, almost unbelievingly. With his supervampiric hearing, Leo could hear the pitifully slow, but noticeable sound of a heartbeat in Piper's chest.

Leo's head turned up to the attic window, where potion steam was flowing freely from the open window. He scowled. "Just go in, and get your sisters. I'll be back in a minute." He transformed into his bat shape, and flew up to the open window.

Phoebe and Prue sat very quietly on the couch, looking at the colorful TV screen without seeing it. The doorbell rang suddenly. "I'll get it," Phoebe said, jumping up. She opened the door and gasped happily when she saw who it was. "Piper!" Phoebe greeted her sister cheerily, throwing her arms around her. "Where have you been?"

"Around," Piper told her, lingering in the doorway.

"Well, get in here!" Phoebe said. Piper walked into the manor with a smile.

Grams tossed a handful of powder into the cauldron, not noticing the bat on the windowsill. "Well, well," Leo said charmingly as he transformed into his human form. "Whatcha brewin'?"

The old woman leaped back in shock. She waved her hand; Leo was telekinetically sent flying back into the wall with a crash. He rebounded quickly and stood.

"Your witch power doesn't work on me, old woman, and neither will your pitiful spell," Leo informed her. "Piper's gonna kill her sisters now." He took his hand and batted the cauldron off the table, spilling its contents on the floor. "Oops," he said carelessly. "Sorry about that."

In a flash of speed he was behind Grams, his hands on her neck. Her breathing was now rapid and shallow, her heart pounding unnaturally fast. "Let me make it quick for you," Leo whispered, twisting Penny's neck. The sound of cracking bones echoed through the room. With a satisfied snarl he sunk his teeth into her neck.

Phoebe couldn't stop smiling. She hugged Piper again, her hold even tighter. "I was so worried," she sighed happily. She didn't even notice that Piper's heartbeat had slowed to a stop.

Prue walked into the foyer, glaring at Piper. "Where the hell have you been? Do you know how worried we've been?"

Normally that tone would've made Piper cringe. "I'm sorry," Piper said, trying to sound like she meant it. "But I was home alone, and my friend Leo from the bank called me up. He asked me to go to a movie, and I said yes."

There was a clatter above them that sounded like pewter falling onto a floor. "Grams," Prue gasped, hurrying upstairs.

Phoebe watched Prue as she went upstairs. She then turned back to Piper, who had a calm, self-assured look on her face. "So, do you want anything, Piper?"

Piper smiled. "How about dinner?" With one hand she grabbed Phoebe by the neck and hoisted her into the air. Phoebe looked shocked as her feet dangled inches above the floor.

"Piper, what are you doing?" Her older sister's mouth shifted, and she bared pearly fangs. Phoebe shrieked.

Prue burst into the attic and screamed without making a sound when she saw a blond man at her grandmother's neck. The man looked up, his mouth covered in blood. Two puncture marks were in Grams's throat. "Oh, good," he said as he threw Grams's lifeless body away like a rag doll. "Another sister."

Horrified, Prue dashed down the hall, her heart slamming in her rib cage. She turned around to look behind her once; the man wasn't there. She ran into her bedroom and slammed the door. She turned around to lock her window- and the blond man was there, only a foot away, smiling. "This is the best part," he told her devilishly as he grabbed her shoulders and bit in to her neck. Prue screamed.

Piper dropped Phoebe to the floor. Phoebe's eyes were wide and frightened. "Please, Piper," Phoebe begged, crawling away helplessly her sister. "Don't hurt me."

"Why not?" Piper asked in a smug tone. She grinned. "All my life you've been the wild one, the spontaneous one. I want to see what that tastes like." Piper leaped onto Phoebe and sank her teeth into her neck, letting more Halliwell blood spill upon the floor. Phoebe's blood is sweet, her sister discovered as she gulped it down. Does it hurt, Phoebe? asked Piper. Phoebe cried out in pain.

When Leo pulled away from Prue's throat, she gasped for air. Her lungs burned; her body ached. "Want to see something fun?" Leo whispered in her ear. "Of course you do." He hoisted Prue in his arms and brought her to the staircase. Prue whimpered, unable to form words. Leo smiled as he showed Prue Piper, her mouth at their other sister's throat.

Piper pulled away from Phoebe, who was shaking in fear. "Please, Piper," she moaned hoarsely. "Please! Stop it, you're hurting me."

"Isn't this fun?" Leo whispered to Prue. "Look what I've done."You did this? Prue thought furiously, wanting to hurt him like no other person she'd met before. "It'll be the last thing you see." Prue's vision grew darker. Leo dropped Prue's body. The girl winced as she felt her collarbone crack. Oh, God, thought Prue as her vision faded into black. I'm going to die.

Piper glanced up at Leo as he came down the stairs, and then turned back at Phoebe. "Anything?" she asked. Phoebe nodded frantically, her neck dripping steadily in the floor. Piper glanced at Leo. They shared a grin.

In a moment, both vampires were at Phoebe's neck, drinking away at her blood. She screamed and cried, but no one could help her. Finally the vampire pulled away, leaving Phoebe lying on the floor, nearly dead. Her eyelids flapped uselessly.

"Poor Phoebe," Piper said softly, stroking her sister's face. "You've always felt sorry for me, haven't you? Too plain. Too gangly. Too shy. Too responsible. Too nice." Piper placed her hand on Phoebe's head. "Now I'm going to feel sorry for you."

Piper pressed her palm onto Phoebe's head, using her new power to tear through the girl's mind. Phoebe shrieked as Piper twisted her memories, obliterated her senses, ravaged her common sense and everything that made her a human being. After a moment, Piper pulled away, smiling.

"Come on, Leo. Let's go." She stood, bumping into the coffee table and knocking over the picture of her, Prue, and Phoebe. The glass shattered into a million pieces as the vampires left the manor.