Parts of this part were taken from From the episode script When Bad Warlocks turn Good


Several Months prior:

Greg sits with his eyes closed as his younger brother Paul speaks, "Everything's ready."

"Good. He's coming. This is amazing. Just at his approach my power quickens. It's as if I'm reaching out for him. For completion, do you feel it too?" Greg asks as he hears the door open to witness the arrival of his baby brother Brendan, "Brother." He stands to meet his glare.

Brendan holds his lock on his big brothers eyes, "I'm here to kill you Greg." He finally says still holing the glare with his brother

"Well, I'm glad. Anything less, I'd be disappointed. But first you're gonna need this." Greg held out the astheme to his brother.

Brendan hesitates before turning to Paul's voice.

"It's okay, Brendan, take it." Paul urges and smiles inwardly as Brendan reaches out and takes the knife from Greg.

Brendan casts a quick glance at Paul, "I know this wasn't your doing Paul, but I'm gonna have to kill you too."

Greg not liking the exchange between his two younger siblings, "But me first." He snipes as he swings at his brother getting his blood to boil, "Yes, come on, you're feeling it now. Come on, I dare ya, you're almost there. In your blood, this is us, this is your birth right." He pushes Brendan to see his rightful place with the two of them. Brothers to stand side by side to fight good. But as Greg pushes further, Brendan sees the soft glow of the candles surrounding the altar with the blindfolded woman tied down.

Brendan looks surprised, but not completely, for even then he could feel the blood inside him churning to get out, "What the hell?"

He didn't even feel Greg presence as to more of a feeling that he knew he was standing behind him. Greg leaned forward, "Isn't the heat intoxicating? But you need to kill. Oh, yes, that's It." he urged him further willing him to feel his birthright and to take the young woman's life.


Phoebe rushed out of the Jeep and towards the entrance to the apartment building. She felt Piper right behind her, "We got here as soon as we could, we just didn't have time to go to the house and get the Book of Shadows."

"Yeah, I don't wanna have to kill Brendan too." Prue replied as she started inside and led her sisters up the stairs to where she knew Brendan had gone.

Confused Piper followed after her sisters, "But you said on the phone he's a warlock."

"Yeah, I know he is but if we can vanquish his brothers before he turns, we might be able to save him. Okay?" Prue tried to explain as she approached the door.

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Brendan poised above the womans throat. He could feel the rush running through him. He wanted to slam the knife right through the center of the pentagram that his brothers had painted on her chest. But he wanted to revel in the feeling he was getting at that moment. But he felt something else stirring inside himself. She was near and he could feel her power.

Was that what he was waiting for? For her to witness his first act of murder: of evil?

"One clean thrust and you're both at peace."

He heard the voice in the distance as he smiled down on the helpless victim

The sisters barged through the door at that moment, "Brendan, no!" Prue cried out. But as she did he looked across at her through a sideways glance before thrusting the astheme into the crying woman.

Piper and Phoebe quickly turned away as the blood spewed from her chest and Brendan looked down to see his aim was true and accurate in the heart of the pentagram.

He eased the knife out slowly as the blood dripped from it's tip, landing back on to the body it had been drawn from. He lifted it with him as he stood above her body before turning towards Prue. Using the blood soaked knife he pointed it towards her.

"Brendan why?"

"It's who I am. You can not help those who are not meant to be saved Prue. My destiny lies with my brothers, and together we are meant to fight the Charmed Ones. Evil Charmed against Good Charmed. You were the one that said that remember?" he explained as he brought the astheme up to his lips and ran the still warm blood against his lips before licking his tongue slowly around them taking in its warmth before licking the blood from the astheme itself. The warm blood running against his tongue brought a new height to his already rushing body. Feeling the evil awakening inside him, an awakening that could not be stopped.

Greg and Paul watched the scene before them, not really sure of what to make of it. They knew that Brendan would be powerful but even they had not anticipated the strength they could feel from him.

"Brendan just kill the witch and let's get out of here." Paul urged not wanting to face the Charmed Ones until the three of them had a chance to regroup and coven their newfound strength.

Prue held his eyes locked with hers. She had lost, and now she had placed her and her sisters in danger because of it.

Piper looked past Phoebes shoulder as the youngest still hide into Pipers shoulders. "Prue."

Prue caught Piper out of the corner of her eye and saw Phoebe leaning in against her. Even from there she could tell her baby sister was not doing so well and neither was Piper. Piper always hated the sight of blood and Prue knew she was just being strong for Phoebes sack.

Before any of the brothers could move Piper threw up her hands and froze them in place. But it was soon after that they fought through her freeze.

"We are one now and soon you will feel the full power of the Rowe Coven." Greg spoke out as he reached forward and placed his hand on Brendan, before all three disappeared.

Phoebe pulled out from Pipers shoulder and looked again at the girl on the altar. Her blood still seemed to spew from the wound to her chest. The sucking noise of the blood gurgling at that air was more then she could handle as she turned around and felt the warm bile rushing up her throat.

She felt the loving hand on her back and holding back her hair, as she was sick again. But the next thing she saw was just blackness.


Piper sat on the couch replacing the cool wet cloth to her little sister's forehead. She looked up now and then as Prue paced back and forth in front of the window. "Prue."

"I don't wanna talk about it Piper."

"I just thought you would like to know I think she is waking up." Piper turned her attention back to Phoebe.

Prue was by the couch and kneeling down in seconds as she caught the first glimmer of her baby girl waking up.

"Oh where? What happened?"

"You passed out sweetie. How you feeling?" Piper asked with concern.

Phoebe ran her tongue along the inside of her mouth. Even then she could taste it and knew. "Yuck."

Prue reached for the glass on the coffee table and handed it to her sister, "Here take, this but slowly."

Phoebe took the glass and drank in the water, having it gently ease away the foul taste in her mouth.

"How you feeling? Really?" Prue asked

"Like I should tell you 'I told you so'."

Prue held Phoebes stare, "I deserve that."

"That and more Prue. What in the hell are we supposed to do now? Brendan has just constituted the evil Charmed Ones and we helped him. And now we are supposed to stop him and his brothers?" Phoebe sat up and yelled at her older sister

"Phoebe I know you are mad and you have every right to be."

"Gee thanks for the permission Prue." Phoebe shot back as she pulled herself up against the couch.

Piper sat back on the edge of the couch and listened to the exchange. She supported Phoebe in this fight but let her sister carry it through. Prue had no right to put them in danger like she had, especially once she knew who Brendan really was.

Prue listened to Phoebe and knew she was right. She crossed the line and now they might all be in danger. "We could have helped him. He doesn't wanna be a warlock."

"He looked pretty comfortable from where I was standing Prue." Phoebe shot back. She was angry at her sister, she knew if the roles had been reversed that Prue would never stand for Phoebe helping a warlock or any other evil creature.

Piper took that time to step between her two sisters. She knew one of them was about to say something they would regret later. "Lets just take our usual posts and figure out how to get rid of them shall we, and deal with everything else later."

Prue didn't move from her place next to Phoebe on the couch.

"We can't." Prue spoke solemnly.

"Can't what? Can't look or can't get rid of?" Piper asked not wanting the answer.

"We can't vanquish them. It is written that when we face each other we all die." Prue said quietly as she let her words drift down to her sisters. Sisters that she loved more then anything but had let down so badly. And now they would all die because of her.