A.N. This is a fic about what would have happened if Phoebe's son had lived and if Piper had had her daughter Melinda from the future.

Phoebe stood in her chamber of seduction. She had grown used to Cole being vanquished and her son being born had pushed her to become the ultimate evil along side him. She loved being evil. It felt so good. So naughty. She could do anything. It was what she loved most. She had pretty much bedded all of the cute demons. They became completely loyal to her afterwards. She also loved sleeping with demons. Even though they were rough, she loved it. She loved it fast. If it wasn't good she just killed them afterwards.

The females called her a hoe. But they didn't last long after that though. Being so powerful her powers had evolved. Her power of premenition had grown and she had grown telepathic and could even tap into the minds of others and corrupt them. But she didn't unless it was absolutely necessary. She preferred to watch instead. She used them to watch over everything for any threats. On the Underworld. On her. And most importantly her son. Anyone that even seemed like they were a threat they somehow disappeared. She let her son and everyone else think that they were just scared of him but Phoebe knew without her protection he wouldn't have the respect he has now. She also uses it to watch over her sisters. No matter how much she denied it she still loved them. After all they were her family and they were tied by blood. She also secretly protected them. Making their lives a little easier. The only one she hated was her niece. She didn't really care about her since she never met her. Now that time had passed little Melinda had become as powerful as her son even though they were both 13. She knew Melinda could be the end for her son and when she realized this she knew she could never love her. Her heart had turned cold over the years. A lot of time had passed but Phoebe looked the same as she did when she committed herself to the dark side. Some even said she looked better.

Phoebe looked down at herself. She was wearing more than usual today. She had on a red dress that cut all the way down right above her belly button. It tied at the neck. Her breast strained against the tight fabric and the dress flowed slimmingly down to her feet.

She noticed a demon shimmer in at the entrance.

"What business do you have to come here without an invitation?" Her voice was seductive but angry. Her clean melody voice had disappeared over the years.

"I've come to let you know that the witch you requested is dead." He held out a flesh beating heart as a seal that the job was done. She touched it to make sure she wasn't getting screwed over.

Phoebe smiled. "Good, now, do you want your reward?" The demon smiled as Phoebe pushed him onto the bed. She kissed him passionately. She extended a hand to his back and he felt his body grow warm. It grew warmer and warmer till it burned to the touch. Phoebe pushed him away and he burst into flames. She smiled and looked at the fresh heart. She had seen it wasn't the witch's. He had gotten his just reward. She smiled and flamed out to take care of it herself.

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Piper was cleaning up the kitchen when she saw her daughter bounce in with her friend who also was a witch. They had been friends since they were born. Piper was friends with the mother who was also a witch. Their kids had grown up together. It was good that Melinda had someone to share her secrets with. Too bad they were always getting into trouble even when magic wasn't involved.

"Hey Mom!"

Piper smiled and put down the towel she was using to wash the counter with.

"Hi Melinda. Hey Chana. How's your mom?"

"She's fine Ms. Halliwell except a potion blew up yesterday and now we have blue goop all over the kitchen ceiling and it's starting to harden."

Piper laughed. Chana's mother isn't good with potions. Something always goes wrong and Chana has to make it. Piper had taught both Melinda and Chana how to handle and make successful potions. While Chana's mom had worked with them in how to write spells that would actually work. She sighed at the thought. Phoebe was always the best spell writer. She remembered the dreadful day when she knew Phoebe wasn't coming back. It was the day both her son, Victor, was born. Melinda was born the same day and, maybe maybe not on accident, the same time.

Leo had told her it was actually a prophecy. Two children would be born. One to good, the other to evil. They would be the ultimate force for each side. On the day that these two locked eyes the ultimate battle would begin. One that will leave one dead and the other victorious to claim the world for either good or evil. But the prophecy didn't say who would be the victor. Only the journey was written not the destination. It was something Piper dreaded. Maybe that's why her little sister turned to the dark side. To do what any mother would do. Protect her child from what could be. For she knew that fate always got his way but Phoebe never accepted that.

Flashback

At the hospital Phoebe and Piper's beds were side by side. They held heir babies tightly as Leo filled them in on their children's destinies. Phoebe looked at her son. Piper smiled.

"Good will always prevail." She whispered to her baby girl.

Phoebe was outraged to hear this. She told them that if any of them set a finger on her son they would be sorry for Phoebe knew her son was evil but that didn't matter at that point. Her sisters and niece were now the enemy. She realized this. Evil over took her. She used all of her strength to pull herself out of bed. Piper was handing Melinda to Leo who orbed his daughter out of danger. She stood to meet her sister face to face.

"You will not harm my son!"

"Phoebe we have no choice. It is their destiny to wage this battle someday. Yes one will lose their life but you must accept that."

Phoebe fumed with fury. Flames appeared around her but they did no harm. They were a symbol of her rage. She held her son tightly against her.

"What do you want me to accept? That my son is going to be dead in the future? NO! I never will. But you need to expect that my son will be the victor. He will prevail!" With this she flamed out and that was the last they had ever heard of her. Piper dropped to the ground in sobs. She grew weak and fainted.

End of Flashback

Piper shook herself out of the nightmare that was all to real.

She put on a smile.

"Kids, why don't you go do something."

"Can we practice our powers?" Melinda's eyes gleamed with hope. She loved being a witch and to use her powers. She was in a way like Phoebe when they first got their powers. She loved them and she accepted who she was without regret of not having a normal life.

"I guess just don't play by the windows ok?"

"Ok!" hey raced up the stairs and into the attic.

Piper sighed grabbed her jacket. She needed to clear her head.

TBC.. So what do you all think? Please review with your comments!