[Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. However, I do own the characters Delilah and Jarrod.]

First things first: "Thank you"s to all who read, reviewed, and/or favorited my previous fics. You have no idea how much I appreciate your words. :)

Secondly, this story is already completed. I finished it a long time ago, but, because I crave attention ;) and would love to have more fans, I've decided to post this onto here opposed to only adultfanfiction. I'll go over it and do some revising along the way for those whom may have read it already, but don't expect too much! :D I know it's not amazingly written but I can't be arsed to do major fixes. ;)

Also, to those whom have read this before, please do not spoil anything! Your review will be deleted. Plus, it ruins the fun for others whom haven't read it. I don't care if you make predictions (personally, I hope you do!) and if you're absolutely dying to know what happens afterward, you'll have to search up this baby for yourself. :) If you do this, I beg of you, no spoilers! E-mail me if you have something to say instead!

Warnings for this story include: femslash, rape, incest, and violence/abuse.

Oh! And for how often I'll be adding on the chapters? I'm not sure, frankly. A few days, possibly. It mostly depends on YOU and how the story is received and reviewed. :)

Okay, few things to know upfront:
- Takes place in season three.
- The girls know that Cole/Belthazor (Phoebe's lovaa ;D) is a demon, but they're okay with it for the most part.
- Piper is with Leo. They're not married yet.
- Prue is single and works at the 415 Magazine.
- The sisters are planning to take out The Source of All Evil!

I believe that's all. Enjoy! :)

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I laid lazily on my bed, stroking Zero's dark fur as he purred. I'd been writing in my diary a little before but had lost my thoughts, so I decided just to lie down. Zero joined me not long afterwards to get his daily dose of loving. "If only you were human, Zero, you'd be able to do these things to me," I joked and received a happy-looking face from him.

I rose from the bed, upsetting Zero, and walked over to my grand piano. The bench was cushioned and clean when I sat on it and began to play. The tune was mellow yet dark. I tried to come up with words, but I was still fighting the writer's block. Zero jumped up to the top of the piano and looked at me with his bright green eyes. My playing stopped as I scooped him up in my arms and dived back onto the bed. "Life's unfair," I complained to him. He rubbed his body against mine as I lay there and stared at the red ceiling. "I've never been out there, Zero. What do you suppose it's like?"

Zero's purring echoed in my ear; it seemed he was trying to tell me. I cuddled up with him. "I want to be out there. Have some sort of fairy-tale life," I said with a laugh. "I want to own a house, have my own property, drive a fancy car, fall in love, have children. Well, maybe... you know how kids can get. Actually you don't but" - I giggled - "I just want to be my own person. I don't want to be his slave and all of those bastards' sex toy. I don't deserve that." Zero licked my nose and then leapt from the bed over to a darkened corner of the room. "Zero?"

Suddenly, I heard the door open with a squeak. I jumped a little in surprise. "Yes?" I questioned, my voice shaky and raw. My bed creaked as I stood from it and walked toward the opening door. I noticed a guard standing there motionlessly. "Do you need something, sir?" I asked, crossing my arms. Not in a sassy way, more like a protecting way.

His deep voice boomed compared to my meek one, "Your father would like to speak to you. Follow me." I wondered why Father would like to speak to me. I was sure it was to give me more duties, but he usually just sent them right in on me. Oh well. All I knew was he was going to give me some kind of job, and I wouldn't be able to decline.

We walked down the dark, cold hallways of the underground lair. The guard was in front, leading me, while two were behind, to make sure I didn't wander off perhaps. Like I'd be able to anyway.

The man in front stopped abruptly, almost making me crash right into his muscular back. He bowed, along with the guards behind me, I noticed. I never bowed, though, when seeing my father. I'd never been scolded for it, so I just decided never to do it.

He came in, his shimmer doused with flames, and stepped into the hollow area, wearing his black cloak over his entire body. He stepped closer to me, his robe gliding over the sandy ground. Motioning with his hand, his guards left the area and stood at the entrance. I turned to look at them, but his cold hand caught my chin. "How have you been?" he asked me, his voice spoke without emotion.

I turned my head, wondering why he was trying to be kind. "Fine," I said angrily. "What is it you want?"

He dropped his hand slowly and cocked his head to the side slightly. "You don't seem fine." His hand came back toward my face, but I swiped it away. "Watch it, you," he said, his voice powerful and violent now. I stood and tried to look strong, but I was becoming more scared by the minute. "Now," he said clearing his throat and turning away from me, "I have a job for you."

I rolled my eyes. "Like anything else is new. You always have some kind of job for me." Disgusting thoughts penetrated through my head of the jobs he put me through.

His body turned toward me. "Not like the others. A new job." My father began walking around the space, pacing in circles it seemed like, as he spoke, "I have sent many of my assassins to defeat them. All of them have been defeated. I'm running out of ideas and of my demons. I don't have many other options." The pacing stopped abruptly. He turned toward me. "That's where you come in."

He watched me intently. Obviously this wasn't a joke; he really needed my help. "Who are they?" I asked quietly.

"The Charmed Ones."

My face scrunched in disbelief. I knew who they were. The most powerful good-witches of our time. Gawking, I questioned, "You think I can take them down?! I am no better than your other demons! How the hell am I going to kill the most powerful witches ever to live?!"

A guard must have looked in on us to make sure things were going okay because I saw my father glance that way before looking back at me. "I don't want you to kill them," he said monotonely.

I exhaled sharply. "What?" I didn't understand him; I thought he wanted me to kill them like all his other men tried to accomplish. Besides killing, what was I supposed to do? I exhaled sharply. "What do you propose I do then, Father?" I said with a sneer.

"I want you to seduce one of them."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Father, I can't do that. They'll know who I am and vanquish me. Then what will you do with all of your waiting-servants? They wouldn't be very happy with you," I added, a bit sarcastically.

I heard him do something - chuckle, maybe? "Oh, they'll wait for you to return, I promise you. And no one knows about who you really are, only a few demons that I trust. To all those demons I send to you, you're just merely a body. You don't exist to anyone else."

As horrible as that may have sounded, I was a tiny bit happy to hear it. At least now I wouldn't be vanquished as soon as they saw me. "Which one am I supposed to seduce?"

"The strongest," he replied, "Prudence Halliwell. She's the oldest of the three sisters and she's the biggest threat to me. Now, if you seduce her, and lead her to our side, we'll be impossible to beat. And then, when Prue's sisters see that she's joined, they'll either be smart and join along with her, or we'll defeat them."

I decided that I didn't have much of a choice. I knew it would be difficult but I could possibly be able to do it. Ah, who was I kidding? I wouldn't be able to do it! But at least I'd be able to get out of there. "Okay, I'll do it."

My father held out his hand, and, with hesitance, I shook it. "Jarrod will take you there," he said, his hand moving toward a man that suddenly appeared next to me, making me jump. He was taller than me by a few inches. His hair was a dirty-blonde color, and he looked strong and confident. He took my hand and we shimmered away.

We arrived in a murky, foul-smelling strip below a street, it sounded from running motors and fast, rotating tires. From books I read, I figured it to be a sewer. What a sight it was. "Ugh, why are we here?" I said, looking around to see rats, spiders, and sewage water and held my breath to stop from gagging.

Jarrod lifted his head toward the vent that led to the noisy street. "Their house is just across the street. I don't know which of the sisters are home, but one is there, for sure. And they'll be curious to know why you're even there so don't say anything stupid or unbelievable. Tell them you need help from The Source, and you're worried he's after you and need some place to stay. Hopefully they don't get too suspicious."

I scoffed and asked, "So why do I need help from him?"

Raking a hand through his silky hair, he shrugged and replied, "You decide, princess." With that he removed the vent and shimmered away.

"Thanks!" I shouted angrily, slapping my white arms against my thighs. Hesitantly, I climbed the ladder that was my way into the world I've never been in. I raised my head first to see if there were any vehicles or people going by, and there weren't many. I then pulled myself up to see the bright sun shining right on my face. Letting out a gasp, I shielded my face with my pale limbs. I had no idea it was so bright out there. Well, that made sense since I'd never seen the sun before. "Ugh," I groaned to myself as I came to my feet.

Across from me stood a rather large house. I guessed it was The Charmed Ones' house. 'I'm not ready for this,' I thought to myself. 'They're going to know who I am and they're going to vanquish me. Why the hell am I here if I know that's going to happen then?' I decided that if I was going to argue with myself, I was going to do it later. With a deep sigh and a little more wincing from the sun, I walked across the street, my hands protecting the light skin upon my face, and onto the curb. There it was, right in front of me. I walked up the cracked steps until I was to the door that was, thankfully, shaded. My breath was quivering and my hands began to shake as I reached for the doorbell. Exhaling deeply, I pushed in the button.

A ding was heard from the inside, as well as distant footsteps that grew closer. "Coming!" I heard a woman say. I shook more and more. 'Was Prue answering the door? Was it her sister? More than one? Uh oh, I don't even know the other girls' names. Shit,' my thoughts were scrambling. A woman answered the door; she was about the same height as me with long, dark brown hair and a friendly face. "Hello, can I help you?" she asked, her voice kind along with her smile.

My mouth was open and ready to speak, but nothing came out. My mind blared again: 'Was she Prue?' "Um..." I said after a moment or two of gazing. She looked a little uncomfortable now. I let out a squeak, cleared my dry throat, and then replied, "I, um... really don't know exactly how to say this so I'll just throw it out there. Are you one of the Charmed Ones?"

Immediately, I noted, she looked shocked and intimidated. "I don't know what you're talking about..." she said quietly, preparing to shut the door.

"No, please, it's important!" I shrieked. She looked at me with confusion, hiding behind the door. "I need your help. Just, please, listen to me." I might as well act like I'm in trouble or something. Try to act innocent.

Yeah, right.

Still she looked at me and wasn't sure what to think or say. "Please. I just need to talk to you." I hoped I was getting through to her.

Finally, after long stare-downs and lots of fidgeting, she invited me in. I sighed with relief and walked in, but I didn't get any more comfortable when I glanced back and saw her lock the door.

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