Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. If I did neither Chris nor Cole would have died.

Ok, this is my first fanfic. I am seriously gonna try my best so it goes as I picture it. Hope you like it.

"Chris"

"Don't" His voice was but above a whisper, yet the coldness in his voice was enough to hurt her.

"I didn't-"

"I said don't" he said cutting her off.

"You've got to-"

"What? Understand, understand that the person that I trusted most in the world has let me down"

"That's not true" she said looking down

"I don't know why I'm so surprised, I mean it's true what everyone said. It's in your blood, you'll always be a killer"

It was a typical day in the Charmed Ones lives, one demon in the afternoon, one after dinner, and one before bed. Yeah life was good.

Boy even if they didn't know it things were going to get interesting real soon.

That very night some unexpected person was walking the quiet streets of San Francisco. With every step she took she came closer to her target. The shadows kept her hidden and the darkness kept her safe. Only one thought occupied her mind.

Chris

He was her mission. He was her job. He was the only reason she was here.

She walked the empty streets. Looking around she realized how different her world was compared to this one. Everything here was intact, no store was burned down, no building was missing half its floors, in fact now that she thought about it they didn't seem to even have a dent in the wall.

How she envied those who live here. They were all happy, free, with no worry of being hunted down.

Unlike her

She knew her life was in danger, she was a traitor to her kind, and betrayal was something that was never forgiven anymore, at least not in her time.

She was walking. To where? She didn't know. She never knows where she's going. She only goes where her instincts tell her to go, and her instincts never fail. She didn't even realize where she was until she stopped in front of a hose. There in that house that just always seems to amaze her.

Here it was only a house. It wasn't a museum for people to gawk at. It wasn't the most feared place in the city, well at least not by mortals or good beings. It was just a house. A house that only demons feared. A house where three sisters lived in.

She stared at it for a while, she remembered everything she had been told.

'Can I do it' she asked herself 'what if I can't, what if I fail'

'You better not' said another voice inside her 'not unless you want to die'

'But it's not that simple' She said

'Then you better make it simple'

'Look I don't have time to have a fight with myself so leave me alone' she smiled to herself 'great now I'm talking to myself, must be going insane'

'Then again were you ever sane?' came the witty remark from her even more dark self.

"Oh shut up" she said aloud to pretty much to nobody

While she was having a mental discussion with herself she realized something. A light was turned on in the manor. Even though it was night and she was across the street she could still see what was going on inside.

She smirked.

An idiotic demon had tried to attack during the night. She saw as it fired an energy ball at the middle witch, and she, in retaliation, levitated to avoid it.

'Stupid demon' She thought 'Obviously you had no plan or else you would have gone for the oldest one first.'

She kept observing the fight. She saw how the middle witch was the most defenseless. The youngest went mostly on the defense, while the oldest went for the offence.

She started walking again. She already knows how the fight was going to end and she didn't really care about it. She kept on walking, lost in thought once again. The same question kept popping into her head, 'How the hell am I supposed to get it done? They're more prepared than I thought they would be.'

She stopped. She looked up and saw that she was in front of a hotel.

'I should get some rest' she said to herself. Know that she thought about it she hadn't slept in days. Guess war does that to you.

She got a room. Seeing as she didn't even exist in this time she couldn't use a credit card therefore she had to pay in cash. She thanked her powers and conjured up some cash. She went up to her room. The room was not so bad. It wasn't big but at least it wasn't small either. There was one queen size bed, a bathroom, and a TV, she really hated the color of the walls though. One thing she hated above all things were 'happy' colors. In this case baby blue. Of course the view made up for the walls, she liked the view. She really missed that.

'You're going soft' said that same voice again of her bitchy self before leaving again.

She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She stripped of all her clothes and conjured some comfortable clothes to sleep in. One of the things about her is that she really loved her power. If she ever needed anything she just conjured it.

She got dressed and without a second thought she got into bed. The bed was like a cloud. After sleeping in the hardest of floors for years any bed would feel like a cloud to her.

"I better get some sleep because tomorrow it's show time" and with that she fell into a heavy sleep.

What do ya think? Who is this mysterious person? Good or evil? Find out later on.

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