Hey everyone! Wow. I haven't updated in four years, and I'm sure everyone has forgotten me! Haha.

I do want to apologize. I lost track of my log in information and just tonight got it back. So I'm trying to pick up where I left off. I'm going to attempt to finish any uncompleted stories before I stat posting new ones, since if you ARE still following me, you've waited 4 years for new chapter!

Just be patient. I'm still trying to locate old files, and I'm attempting to read through the uncompleted stories to see where I am and try to remember where I planned on taking it from where I left off.

Soooo. Without further adieu, I do not own Charmed and only the made-up characters (like Sarah and Krista) are mine.

And here it is.. Chapter 2 of Death Becomes Her!

"Who are you? And why are you in my office?" Someone demanded.

Krista finally looked up into the brown eyes of a dark haired woman. She seemed to be around Krista's mom's age. Krista couldn't tell if this woman was angry or surprised. Her expression was blank.

"Piper?"

The other two women who had been in the room, too, came around to see what was going on.

They all stared at her as she desperately tried to think of a way to escape. She could tell that they were scrutinizing her.

"I-" Krista choked. She knew she had to get away before they called the cops or worse, what with all she had heard them say. She scrambled out from under the desk, pushing the three women out of her way. One fell into the chair, one hit the filing cabinet, and the third tumbled to the floor.

Krista ran for the door, but one of the women had regained her composure and beaten Krista to the exit. She slammed the door and locked it, then stood in Krista's way.

It was the only exit in the whole room.

The other two women regained themselves and walked over. They were alert and angry.

"Who the hell are you?" The one called Piper asked – no, demanded.

"P-please don't h-hurt me," Krista whimpered.

"We won't if you tell us who you are and why you're hiding in our sister's office," one of them replied.

"Don't make any promises, Phoebe," Piper said sharply.

Phoebe frowned at her sister.

"Piper, cool it for a sec. She's just a kid. How much damage could she do? Give her a chance to explain," the last girl said.

"Plenty of demons have disguised themselves as kids," Piper grumbled.

"Piper! Paige is right. Besides, if she's not, then we have a lot of memory modifying to do," Phoebe said through tight lips.

"Fine," Piper finally said. "Explain," she said to Krista, arms crossed.

Tears sparkled in Krista's eyes. She was terrified and she had nowhere to go. She had no idea if she could trust these women, but at this point she had nothing to lose.

"M-my name is Krista Braxton. My father- he was killed six months ago." Krista paused, choking back sobs. "Tonight some men broke into our home an the- they- . . ." Krista sobbed some more.

"Go on," Piper said, her tone softening.

"They killed my mother," Krista said quickly, fingering her ruby necklace. "They wanted to kill me, too, but I was hidden in my room and they didn't know I was there, so they left and I ran. Then some of them appeared outside your building and-and I hid. They're looking for me, so I ran in here to hide-"

"I'm sorry," Krista continued between sobs. "Please don't hurt me . . . don't call the cops. I'll leave. I promise. Please."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Phoebe said softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "We wo-" She gasped, eyes closing tightly.

"Phoebe?" Piper said, after the vision had ended. "What did you see?"

"Nothing good," Phoebe replied. She glanced at Krista, wondering how to phrase her next question. "Krista . . . was your mom a- uh a practitioner of some sort?"

Krista gulped. "I-I'm not supposed to say anything about-about things like that."

"We're on your side. I promise. Can you tell me, please?"

"She had these powers," Krista replied reluctantly, scared the women would think she was insane. "She could do things. She told me the men who killed my dad were monsters. She said not to ever tell anyone about it. She'd be really upset with me."

"You can trust us, I promise. My sister's and I are- We have powers, too. And we're going to protect you, okay?" Phoebe replied.

Krista hesitated. She didn't know who to trust, but nodded, remembering the safe and comforting feeling she had gotten upon entering the office.

"My sister, Paige," Phoebe said, gesturing to Paige, "is going to take you back to our house."

"Orbing?" Paige asked, frowning.

Phoebe nodded.

"Okay, and we'll be along shortly," Phoebe added, nodding at Piper.

Krista nodded, hesitating as she walked to Paige.

"Hold my hand tightly, okay? We're going for an- an astral ride," Paige said, taking Krista's hand, which felt clammy and was shaking.

"Ready?"

Krista nodded, and Paige orbed.

"What do we do now?" Piper asked Phoebe, frowning slightly. "I feel bad for snapping now. But she was just – here. And I didn't know what to think. We really can't trust people, we never have been able to. She's just a little girl, Pheebs. She can't be more than thirteen."

Phoebe nodded. "Don't worry. You weren't a total witch to her," she joked, dodging a blow from Piper as she said it. "But to answer your question: now we go home and deal with two demons; hers and ours."

Piper nodded, grabbing her keys.

"Better?" Paige asked, as Krista sipped the water Paige had gotten her. She sat beside the little girl on the couch in the living room.

Krista nodded shakily. "I don't like that thing."

"Orbing?" Paige smiled gently. "It gets better."

Krista fingered her ruby necklace with her free hand and surveyed the room. It was an old home and it showed. But it didn't smell old. For some reason, that surprised Krista. She expected it to smell like grandparents or dust or mold.

"You can take a look around while we wait for my sisters," Paige said, seeing Krista's eyes wonder.

Krista glanced at Paige, uncertain, but then she set her water on the coffee table and stood, walking around and admiring the old-fashioned furniture and floral-design cushions. She stopped at the fireplace and admired the pictures framed on the mantel.

"Who's she?"

Paige stood and walked beside Krista, her eyes wandering to the picture Krista was eying. Her throat tightened.

"Oh. That's Prue," Paige replied, her voice choked. "She was the eldest. She passed away four years ago. I'm actually the Halliwell's half-sister. They met me the same day they buried her."

Krista gulped. It sounded so depressing, but so wonderful at the same time.

"They lost and loved all in one day," Krista said softly, tilting her head as she stared at the raven-haired woman and her smiling face. She seemed to be so happy. Krista wondered when the picture was taken, and thought how sad it was that the picture was a suspended moment of time, and that the girl in the picture would never now she was doomed to die young.

"Guess you could say that," Paige agreed, smiling softly at the picture of her eldest half-sister.

"Who's she?"

Krista and Paige spun around, jumping out of their pants. They had been so caught up in their thoughts that neither had heard anyone come in.

"Leo," Paige said, sighing in relief. "You scared us."

Leo entered the room, shrugging apologetically. "Sorry."

"This is Krista," Paige replied finally. "She's our new innocent."

"Innocent?" Krista asked, frowning. "One of your sisters called me that, too. What do you mean?"

"My sister's and I are very powerful witches," Paige said. "We protect innocent people who need our help, or are in danger."

"Who are you?" Krista asked.

Paige smiled at her curiosity. "We're called the Charmed Ones, but I'm sure you've never-"

"The Charmed Ones?" Krista asked, eyes wide.

"-heard of us," Paige finished lamely.

"My mom used to talk about you all the time! She said the Charmed Ones were the most powerful witches ever to exist and that they were protecting us and keeping us all safe from evil."

Leo frowned. "What's your name?"

Krista looked at Leo, uncertainly. But she replied, "Krista. Krista Braxton."

Leo became silent.

"Leo?" Paige asked.

Finally, he spoke. "Braxton – as in the Braxton Witches?"