Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

This follows Wildfire but you don't really have to read it to get through this. It just makes the odd reference to it. This also the start of a trilogy.. Wildfire was like a prequel hehe Enjoy.

He sat at his desk planning and plotting his next move. But none seemed to truly satisfy him. He wanted the ultimate revenge, but how was he to achieve that?
In another world another watched, as the human fought his own inner battle. He knew now was the time to infect him with his own plan of attack. And then he would have his own revenge on the Charmed Ones.

Casting his hands over the large crystal he started his chant. Letting all around him know that it was his time to try at the most powerful witches. And that through an immortal the underworld would succeed.

He watched as his pawn tried to plan what he would do. But he knew that his own obsession would over power him soon or later.

"Soon I will have my revenge on you bitch and there will be no one to save you, including your cop friend or your sisters." He laughed as he laid down the last of his plan to kill Prue Halliwell
The rain bounced back up from the pavement, as another spring rain storm washed down on San Francisco. He watched from the darkened shadows as his pawn stood outside the building before stepping out into the rain. He was almost there. To a point that mortal men get at when they lose something valuable to them. It was just enough this time to push him over the ledge he had been standing so close to all his life.

He looked back when he had come so close to getting his soul before. He had been watching him for nearly all his life. Like most things in his world every one had a pre-planned destiny. And his was right on track, if not a little early.

He watched as he made his way down the street to his car. He knew where he was going and shimmered out to watch, as he reached his destiny.

The rain broke as the cars rolled slowly on the wet pavement. The grass on either side pristine, as the rows and rows of flowers from loved one brought life to an otherwise dark and saddened place.

The casket was pulled gently from the hearse as the eight pallbearers took their positions, as they walked slowly to his final resting-place. The family and friends gathered around watching as they sent a loved one to a better life.

He watched from the back of the crowd. Watching her and her family. She didn't even flinch with the sound of each gun that went off. Giving him the proper salute deserved of one of their own. But he could see her tears as the lone piper stood on the hill playing Amazing Grace.

The crowd parted one by one, as each one laid a flower on the casket, until only his family remained. As his mother wept, as his father held his arm around her giving her the support she needed, as his own eyes filled with tears.

They walked by the remaining mourners and his mother stopped and gently squeezed each ones hand, though one longer then the other as his father pulled her into a warm embrace before departing. Leaving the last four standing there alone, just as the wind started to pick. A sign that the rain would soon start again.

She moved forward and placed her hand on the casket as she gently lay the red rose down. She wiped away the tear that had escaped down her cheek. She knew her family was watching her as well as his friend. She leaned down and placed a last kiss on the cold wood, "I'll always love you." She spoke softly before she turned and walked away.

He watched even now from a far, as the piper continued to play until every last person was gone from the cemetery. He had stolen her from him. But it wasn't solely his fault. He was her true love long before he had come along.

Nibor watched from a distance as the human watched his victim. He could feel his hate and his need for revenge grow faster inside then any before him. And it was that hate and anger inside that was the inlet to Nibor's plan for his own success.

The Jeep pulled up the driveway of the large Victorian Manor on Prescott St., as each occupant got out quietly. None said a word to the other as they were all drawn into their own thoughts.

Piper and Phoebe watched with heavy heart as Prue made her way up the stairs. Both knowing that this was one time they needed to give their big sister some time to herself.

The rain had stared heavy again as Piper had prepared a light dinner for them. They had eaten some at the Trudeau's but none of them really felt like eating in the first place. They had lost their first innocent and it was someone that was more then just another innocent to them; He was a part of their family.

Piper looked up as her youngest sister Phoebe walked into the kitchen. She noticed right away the baggie sweat pants and shirt her sister had on. Her comfort clothes Piper called them. Whenever Phoebe was down or upset she would wear that same outfit. But as she looked down, she too had on her own comfort clothes. "Hey you. How you doing?" Piper asked though she already knew the answer.

"About as good as you I would guess." Phoebe replied as she sat down at the table. "It's not right Piper."

Piper walked over behind Phoebe and wrapped her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder. "I know sweetie."

Silence filled the kitchen as neither one really knew what to say. Losing Andy was like losing one of themselves. He was just as much a part of the Halliwell family, as any of them were.

"Prue's sleeping." Phoebe finally said as she reached up and took Pipers hands in hers and tucking them below her chin.

Piper let out a sigh as she knew that one of them should wake her up for dinner.

"Let her sleep Piper. She'll come down if she's hungry. But right now I think we should let her be." Phoebe said almost reading Pipers mind.

"Actually I was thinking that you and I should just go up there and be there for her." Piper said as she stood up and held her hand out to take Phoebes in hers.

Phoebe looked out at the outstretched hand before reaching out and taking it in hers. As she followed Piper up the stairs to their big sisters room.

Prue woke the next morning to the sound of thunder outside. But as she woke she felt the warmth of her sisters lying next to her. She looked down as Phoebe curled around the pillow and pulled the blankets around her face. She brushed her hair gently, so as not to wake her, from her face. As her mind drifted back to months or so before. She had thought she lost her baby then. And her baby had thought she had lost her mother. But they had relied on and trusted each other in the end and that was what had saved them. Saved them from the burning inferno that Mother Nature had inflicted on that part of her world.

Prue was lucky though. The broken ankle she thought she had was only a very bad sprain, one that didn't require a cast. Though the doctor had said she would have been better off had she broken it, as the sprain would take longer to heal and would always be weak.

She looked over at Piper who she noticed was as awake as she was and was watching her. "Morning."

"Back at you." Piper said though not sure if she wanted to say what she was thinking.

"I'm fine Piper." Prue said before her sister could ask what Prue knew she wanted to.

"Prue. Don't hold this in. Phoebe and I are both here for you. Whenever you want to talk or if you just need a hug. We lost him too."

"I know, and I know that you are hurting too. This one was a bit close to home for me Piper." Prue said as she felt her tears once again building behind her eyes. Tears that she couldn't hold back.

Piper sat up and reached over and pulled Prue into a hug as she had the night before. Just letting her know she was there; was all she needed to do.

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Prue sat on the couch that morning as Piper worked in the kitchen and Phoebe had gone out for a run. Each one was finding some solitude in their own grief.

He watched as they had stayed inside the next day; the day after they had buried their dear friend Andy. But now he saw a different twist in a plan he had been formulating for weeks now. Or was it months? He had lost track of time. But now he was ready to strike. But he had felt different today. Something inside of him had snapped, and he knew he would get what he truly wanted. And it was something that was different then what he thought he needed and wanted. Now he wanted his revenge in a different way. But he knew it would have the same result in the end.

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Nibor had watched him through the night. He was ready now as the hate built inside him. But now as the sun broke through the skyline there was something more inside him. A twist even Nibor didn't see. "Oh now that is interesting." He said to himself, as the quick appearance of dark blue smoke appeared beside him.

"What is taking so long? I thought you had this human figured out."

"Patience Airam, we will get what we require. In fact he is ready now." Nibor said as he reached his hand out to the human as the invisible force took him in its hold as they both smiled at what this would get them. The death of the Charmed Ones