"Daddy!" I screamed, scrambling to my feet as his body slid farther into the pool of water laying at our door step. With slimy greenish Yellow hands dragging him from my sight. Before his head completely disappeared from view he yelled a few last words to me.

"Run to the sisters!"

And I did just that. I looked back before the top of his head disappeared beneath the water and once it did, 'it' came back out and I ran, ran like I never had before. I fling open the back door not even bothering to shut it, but 'it' did not follow me to the Halliwell's house, but I did not stop running until I saw them gathered around the fire, just enjoying each others company, Wyatt sitting in Pipers lap, they looked up when I stumbled into their living room.

"My father, needs help." was all I could get out. They knew that my father was a good witch and that as soon as he died I would inherit my powers ( unfortunately I didn't know that at the time) Piper set Wyatt down and joined Phoebe and Paige in orbing over to my house while I was left with Wyatt.

I knew that there was no hope in saving my father. He had talked constantly about the day when the beast with no name would come for him so that he could take me. But he always told me that when he was gone, that it was already arranged that I would live with the Charmed Ones so that I would always be protected. I was only alone with the baby for only a few minutes before their white lighter Chris orbed in. He and I never got along, don't know why but he always thought that my family was evil because of my mother, who was a demon. But the sisters never trusted him about anything so far and they didn't start with that.

"Where's the sisters?" He asked coldly.

I just looked over at him, tears threatening to start spilling as I answered, "At my house. There was a demon." But before he could orb anywhere the sisters orbed back into the room and Phoebe came over and knelt down in front of me, from my seat on the couch.

"I'm sorry sweetie but you dads didn't make it out of the portal." And I let the tears fall as the first few rain drops started to spill outside. Phoebe wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me upstairs to what would soon be my bedroom.

The next day when I woke up I didn't want to get out of bed, so I just stayed there thinking, mourning, crying, and cursing my dad for leaving me.

Around lunch time they brought me up some food together and said that they needed to talk to me about something.

"Faith there's something that we need to talk to you about." I nodded and Piper continued, "You know that your mother was a demon and that your father was a witch. Well when you were born he bound your powers. Powers that you would only get back in the time of his passing. And I'm sure that you also know that in his will you were to come and live with us so that we could help you. Your father was a great man, and a very powerful witch, but sometimes was a little jumpy when it came to his and your own safety." she paused as if looking for the right way to say what she wanted. "Faith according to the Elders and your father, your powers, when fully developed will be the most powerful the world has ever seen and that's putting it bluntly." All her words were covered in sympathy and I knew that she wasn't joking. I was powerful and was going to be more powerful than all three of them combined.

But that was two years ago, it is now the year 2007, I am 19 Wyatt is 3 and my powers are powerful and still growing for the time when I battle the beast with no name again.

I had moved most of my belongings into the Hallowell house and sold my old house, after fixing it with a quick spell from the demon attack. New neighbors moved in and I was happy with living with the sisters because with their and Leo's help my powers were becoming well developed. I could already conjure things (a demonic power from my mothers side) and I could transform into a black cat (a power that soon develops into shape shifting, but it's not there yet) Also I can shimmer (demon power) and cast spells, even if they are just pathetic rhymes. Leo said that more powers would more in time and develop into other things. Chris was still in our time and we still weren't getting along. One time we actually used our powers against each other, and right now we're pretty equally matched except for the cat thing. That's one thing that he can't do. Occasionally we would have races, orbing or shimmering to any given location just to see who's power works faster. And even though we would arrive there at the exact same time we argued constantly who won. And it constantly got on the sisters nerves, but having a teenage girl in the house was on the plus side that they could go shopping with.

I had graduated High School already and was taken some night courses in psychology, so that I could do my defense and martial arts classes during the days. I trained constantly, more than Chris if I am correct. I was short, but in my case that was an advantage, also a fact that I was small was a disadvantage because lifting things twice as big as me, without using any kind of power, was difficult. But most of the time when Phoebe wasn't working she was training with me, teaching me things that Cole had taught her in his good days.

It was about 5 in the morning and I was already up and dressed for my morning run. The sisters didn't approve of this because it meant leaving the protection of the manor, but it was relaxing and energizing. Besides, it gives me time to think and by the time I'm done Piper already has breakfast on the table.

"Good morning Faith." Greeted Piper taking a tray of English muffins from the over and letting them cool in the center of the island.

"Good morning, Betty Crooker." she laughed, "I swear with all your cooking I'm surprised I'm not 200 pounds yet."

"It's because the only thing you focus on is training." Said Chris orbing in the doorway as I took a seat at the table with a big glass of water at hand.

"And that's a bad thing? I'd take you on hand to hand combat any day Chris." I said gulping down a ton of water and whipping my lip.

"Later Faith right now we have an innocent issue in the park." He said turning back to Piper acting as if I wasn't even there.

They never let me help with any demons, or at least they wouldn't until my powers were fully developed. "Can I come this time?" I asked Piper but both she and Chris answered.

"No."

Piper continued, "Not until you have more control over your powers." I could tell she was referring to last week when I accidentally transformed the TV into a large Zebra in the middle of the living room.

"I told you it was an accident and I was asleep on the couch, I wasn't even trying to do anything."

"You have the opportunity to wait until you're better, when we got our powers we didn't have that choice. Chris go get Paige, she's at Richards, and knock this time!" she yelled at the swirl of bright blue and white lights. "I'm going to go get Phoebe; stay put and hold down the fort." And she left to go find her other sister. Leaving me alone in the kitchen, like they did every time a demonic problem came up. I couldn't wait until I could fight something real.

I pulled off my sweatshirt and tossed it on the kitchen counter, it was rather hot for a day in San Francisco, normally it was cooler than this at 6 in the morning. I thought nothing of it as I leaned on the counter and gulped down the rest of my water. Living with the Hallowell sisters wasn't all fun and games. There was the occasional fighting, mostly Piper and Paige or Chris and myself. All of it normally over who was the better witch. Piper and Paige though never said that bluntly but lately Paige has been off with her boyfriend. Richard was a nice guy and pretty cute. But the fact that magic didn't set to well with him, turned him evil if he used to much of it, was unnerving not only to me but to Phoebe to. Though for the past few months my powers have been going just a little wonky, even if I won't admit it to the sisters, I did however confide in Leo and he said that it was probably them just adjusting to the new ones that were advancing from the ones that were already there. And that I had nothing to worry about. I could always confide in Leo more than I could anyone else in the family and I don't know why, maybe it was the fact that he wouldn't share my secrets with the sisters or Chris. I tapped my fingers on the table wondering how I would start my daily routine because I liked to mix it up a bit. I walked back upstairs to my room (Which was totally different than any other room in the house with Band and Movie posters everywhere. Along with my own style of bedding and curtains. Black with red roses and solid black curtains and sheets. Sure it was a little high school but my father had given them to me for my 14th birthday and I intended to keep them.) I tossed my sweatshirt into the hamper inside the closet and pulled out a sports bra so I could do some boxing down in the basement while the sisters were away and then it would be me and Chris one on one. He didn't train near as hard as I did, but I know he did some. He just had the problem of being way to cocky. I changed into the black top and walked back downstairs into the basement that was now, thanks to my redecorating, a work out room, with weights and dumb bells in the corner a punching bag set up a little ways from the stairs. Mats on half the floor. Swords, knifes and daggers lined one wall along with a couple axes, martial art sticks, and a dummy that you punched a kicked and it would light up if you hit it hard enough to hurt. A stereo system was now in the other wall to help me focus on fighting and really get the aggression out of me. I turned it on and wrapped my hands to be careful with my wrists and walked over to the punching bag. I punched it over and over again, alternating which hand I used and ended with taking a step back, spinning backwards and landing the back of my foot in the middle of the bag and as it moved a bit of dust came falling down to the ceiling where the screw had been moved. I looked at the clock next to the stairs. It was almost 7. I decided to stop and see if everyone was back or not because I wanted Chris to eat his words. I jogged upstairs and walked into the living room whipping a stray bead of sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. I didn't sweat that easily and it took a lot of effort to make me do so. Everyone was seated in the living room and Phoebe had the book of shadows opened on the table in front of her.

"Hey, how'd it go with the demon?" I asked taking a seat in one of the over sized chairs next to the couch.

"Lower level demon should only take a potion to vanquish." said Piper who was sitting beside her sister and scribbling down the ingredients on a notepad.

"Where's Paige?" I asked unwrapping my wrists and slumping over in the chair with my arms resting on my knees.

"She decided to go back over to Richards since it doesn't take the Power of Three to get this one." said Phoebe shutting the book as soon as Piper was done. "I've got to help Piper with this could you take this back up to the attic Faith?" I nodded as she pushed the book my way. Surprisingly I have always been able to touch the book, the only problem was I couldn't shimmer it back up there and had to actually carry the thing. Problem, the sisters trusted me with the book, but Chris, whenever I was around, never let it out of his sight.

I picked up the book and turned around to walk upstairs, sure enough Chris was right behind me like a little puppy dog following a bone on a string. I got to the second level of the house when I turned around, nearly causing Chris to run into me.

"Chris, you can trust me with the book. The sisters do don't they?" I said shifting the heavy book into my other arm.

"Yeah well that's them and I don't trust you. You're half demon, look what happened when Phoebe trusted a demon, it almost got everyone killed."

"You said it yourself, half demon. I've been raised by good magic, the only thing that I know is good magic. The sisters have been there for me ever since that thing took my dad and I have been grateful. Give me one good reason why I would want to turn and try to help those that want to kill them. I just think that you're scared because I'm becoming more powerful than both you and Wyatt and you can't take being second best to someone who's younger, smaller, and a girl. But tuff Chris, stop following me."

"Don't flatter yourself Faith, you will never be a better witch than me."

"As you keep telling yourself, but why don't you back up your words for once and take it to the test."

"You got it. Tonight, when everyone's out at the club we'll have a little battle of the powers. Loser will have to do whatever the winner wants for one day."

"Sounds good to me, now leave me alone!" I said turning around and continuing up to the attic.

"Nope, I still don't trust you."