SUMMARY: An impromptu viewing of Titanic with her sisters unlocks past life memories for Phoebe who remembers a star-crossed romance between one of her past lives, and a mysterious handsome stranger with a dark secret.
Charmed © Constance M. Burge and The Vampire Diaries © L. J. Smith. I don't own or have any affiliation with either TV shows.
I also claim no ownership of the movie Titanic. That belongs solely to director James Cameron.
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FIRST MEETING
"We were both young when I first saw you.
I close my eyes and the flashback starts,
I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air."
~ Taylor Swift: 'Love Story' (Fearless [2008])
(REALITY)
Halliwell Manor – Morning
San Francisco, California
2003
Phoebe jolted awake and sat up gasping for breath, and glances around the room. She frowns when she realised that she was in fact sleeping in her clothes in her bedroom.
How did I get here? She wondered, and looked over at her alarm clock. 8:00am in the morning. Shaking her head, Phoebe throws back her doona and pads her way towards the bathroom she shared with Paige. It was curious, the dream that she had just woken up from had felt so real. She could've sworn she could actually feel the sea breeze on her skin and the warmth of the sunshine blaring down on her from where she had been standing on the aft railing on the Titanic.
But that's impossible. It's just a dream … wasn't it?
Phoebe washed her face and finished her morning routine before she, yawning, headed downstairs to the Kitchen in search of a very large coffee. She decided to write off the dream as just that; a dream and to think of it as a very pleasant, albeit vivid fantasy she had concocted from having watched Titanic well into the wee hours of the morning.
"Morning!" chirped Piper from where she was flipping pancakes at the stove, with her husband, Leo Wyatt, sipping from his own cup of coffee beside her.
"Morning, Piper." Phoebe responded, distractedly. Leo frowned gently at her.
"Something on your mind?" He asked, drawing Phoebe back to the present. Phoebe hesitated. Her dream could just be that, a dream. But something was nagging at her.
"It's just this dream I had last night. It's bugging me." She admitted.
"In what way?" Leo inquired, automatically shifting into Whitelighter mode. Phoebe smirked playfully at her brother-in-law.
"Easy, Leo. There's nothing wrong, you can relax. It just unnerved me a little." Piper raised an eyebrow.
"What was it about?" She asked curiously. Phoebe smiled.
"I was on the Titanic," she replied reminiscently, "exactly like the movie and everything. I was Rose and I boarded the ship and everything was almost completely identical."
"Almost?" asked Piper.
"What was identical?" Paige piped up at the exact same moment. Leo turned towards Paige.
"Phoebe was just telling us about a dream she had last night about being on the Titanic." He filled her in. Paige grinned.
"Ooh! Did you get some serious lip-locking in with Leo?" She asked, eagerly. Phoebe blushed, and Leo looked confused until he realised they were talking about the actor, Leonardo DiCaprio.
"No, I didn't get that far." She admitted. Paige looked a little disappointed.
"Back to the 'almost' part of the explanation." Piper requested. Phoebe nodded.
"Everything was pretty much the same as the movie, except that Cole was there and a woman I didn't recognise but I felt like I knew how somehow."
"Cole was there?!" Piper exclaimed.
"Oh my God, can we not catch a freakin' break!?" Paige demanded, sounding angry on Phoebe's behalf. Phoebe had had the same thoughts, but had to keep reminding herself that it was just a dream and that Cole was never coming back.
Leo waded in.
"Remember that Phoebe said it was a dream." But Phoebe still had a very nagging feeling.
"We can never be too sure, Leo. Think you could go up to the Elders and see if he really is gone for sure?" Piper insisted. Leo sighed, thinking that it was overkill, but nodded and disappeared in a swirl of orbs. Paige turned back to Phoebe.
"Tell us about your dream, Phoebe."
"Cole was Billy Zane. And it was freaky, he hadn't changed from the Cole we all knew, except for a posher voice. He was more controlling and possessive than how he was when he was the Source, and I felt completely trapped." Phoebe sounded scared, and Paige came over and wrapped an arm around her sister's shoulders trying to provide some comfort.
"Well, be thankful it's just a dream. We don't want to go through that nightmare again. I don't think I could survive it." Piper finished plating up and the three sisters walked towards the dining room, where Piper had set up the table for breakfast. Taking her seat, Phoebe continued telling her sisters the differences between the dream and the movie.
"But he wasn't the only difference. Leo had been replaced."
"What? No!" Paige moaned, and Phoebe shot her an annoyed look.
"Yeah, instead there was this guy who was admittedly really hot, and this other boy who was connected to him somehow. I think he was taking the place of Fabrizio." Piper and Paige had rolled their eyes when they heard Phoebe fawning over a fabrication of her own imagination. It hadn't been more than about 20 minutes before Leo reappeared looking troubled.
"Leo? What's wrong?" asked Piper, giving her husband a concerned look. The Whitelighter snapped out of his thoughts and gave the sisters a reassuring smile.
"Nothing's wrong. Cole is definitely vanquished." Leo confirmed, earning sighs of relief from them. "However, Phoebe's dream has definitely gained some interest from the Elders, but the information you gave isn't enough for an investigation." He explained.
Phoebe looked surprised.
"So should I be panicking?" She asked. Leo shook his head.
"I wouldn't worry. The Elders just want you to monitor your dreams and report back to me about what you've learned."
"Why?" Phoebe asked.
"They have a theory. They just want to confirm it before they tell me to reveal it to you." He reassured her. Phoebe frowned.
"What you know?" She asked suspiciously.
"I don't know. They didn't tell me, so I'm assuming they're waiting until you've confirmed whatever they're suspecting." Phoebe didn't look convinced but let the matter slide.
Phoebe's bedroom – Night
2003
"Alright, now remember to tell me anything unusual about your dreams tonight." Leo had reminded her, before he and Piper went off to bed.
Right, then. No pressure… She sat down with a notebook and wrote all the details she could remember from her dream as a record before she got into bed and relaxed, waiting for sleep to take her again. Phoebe wondered where her weird dreams would take her this time.
"There you Primrose! Do come inside right now, your mother is waiting for you!" Cornelius' irritated voice echoed in Phoebe's mind as darkness descended.
(DREAM - Phoebe's P.O.V)
B-deck promenade on the Titanic
April 11th, 1912
Still lunchtime
I found myself standing on the deck where I had first seen that man with the piercing silvery blue eyes. He was still staring at me, and I was beginning to feel rather uncomfortable so I looked away. But curiosity kept nagging at me, so I ventured another look. Yep, he was still smirking at me only this time he waved playfully, and earned a few choice words from the light brown haired boy, whom he ignored completely.
"There you are, Primrose! Do come inside right now, your mother is waiting for you!"
A strong hand takes me by the arm. I jerked my arm away and turned to see Cornelius staring at me with a stern look on his face. How I wished I could slap his face so hard his teeth shatter in his head. Without a word, I turned and stormed off. The mysterious dark haired man the furthest thing from my mind. But I couldn't help but whine:
Why couldn't he be Leo?
Miscellaneous Titanic Facilities
April 11th 1912
Night
I followed Philippa and Cornelius to the dining saloon, like I was a mindless lemming; hating myself in the process. I think Rose had to be a saint to put up with this bullshit, and she deserved a fricken' medal. It truly is the same mindless chatter and a continuous conveyor belt of the same boring people talking about topics that would make anybody's eyes glaze over. Eventually, I decide to retire for the night, and I walk down the corridor heading straight for my suite.
"Good evening, Miss."
A steward greets me as he walks in the opposite direction to where I am heading. I don't reply, choosing instead to nod and give him a small smile. I feel like a zombie. By the time I reach my bedroom, I just want to crawl into bed and sleep, sleep, sleep. But unfortunately, that's not what truly happens in the movie. And I am the unfortunate, unlucky bitch who has to relive it.
What fun… I think miserably as I stand in the middle of the room, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I truly hated how I look: like a painted up dolly; unable to do anything. Rose was essentially treated like chattel. But don't get me wrong, I could definitely sense that Rose loved her mother deeply, but she was frustrated by her existence. I could feel a rush of negative emotion building up and I braced myself for the initial, inevitable blow up.
3…2…1 and ACTION!
A primal, anguished cry escapes my throat, and I see myself reaching for and ripping off a pearl necklace I have strung delicately around my neck causing the pearls to explode around the room. In a fit of anger I had no idea I could feel, I watch as my hands start tearing at my clothes, pulling my hair out of its neat and stylish updo, then start tearing around the room breaking things: swiping my arm across the dressing flinging everything off of it, spraying face powder all over the plush red carpet etc. For my final act of my temper tantrum, I seize my hairbrush and hurl it at the vanity mirror and create a spider's web-like crack in the middle of it.
Then I run.
I run as fast and as far as my legs can carry me.
A Deck Promenade
April 12th, 1912
Midnight
I make my way down the B deck promenade.
If I could remember this scene in the movie, I must look crap; completely dishevelled and my hair flying. I feel nothing but anger, despair and hopelessness. I just want it all to end. I just want to be free to live my life the way I choose, not the way somebody else wants me to live it. I am nobody's possession! A strolling couple are heading towards me, but I just shove past them, not even bothering to apologise for my actions. I can feel their eyes burrowing into my back, shocked by the emotional display I'm showing in public.
Fuck them. I officially don't care…
I rush up some stairs from the well deck, and past a nearby bench where I vaguely see somebody lounging on it, minding their own business. But I'm blinded by my determination so I barely acknowledge this. Eventually, I slam against the base of Titanic's stern flagpole and I cling there, catching my breath. Slowly, I gather my courage and look up. There as far as my eyes could see is black water. I cautiously start to climb over the railing, but unfortunately my stupid dress is too long so I have to hitch it up in an unladylike fashion. Once I reach the other side, I turn around facing my back to the railing and face the total blackness before me. I gulp as I see the sheer drop, and part of me is having second thoughts. But then I remember the reason why I'm here in the first place, and—
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
An unfamiliar voice interrupts me. I turn my head in shock and see that same mysterious young man with the curly black hair, who had taken Jack Dawson's place was standing there. His concerned baby blue eyes unblinking and focused on me and what I am attempting to do.
"Stay back! Don't come any closer!" I warn him. He frowns deeper, before extending a hand towards me. "No! Stay where you are. I mean it. I'll let go." I threatened. He rolled his eyes before taking back his hand and burying them both deep into his pockets. He casually strolls to stand by me near the railing.
"No, you won't. So don't waste my time." He replied in a no nonsense tone.
I looked at him incredulously.
"Excuse me? What do you mean no I won't? You don't get to tell me what I will and will not do. I don't even know you." I snapped, feeling irritated by this prick.
"That's my point exactly," He started to explain. "You would've done it by now, if you were completely serious about killing yourself."
Touché; but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of being right. Blinking away my tears, I almost lose my balance and plunge to my death. I let out a small shriek, before I recover my balance and summon my courage.
"You're distracting me. Go away!" I yell stubbornly. He chuckles humourlessly.
"My sincerest apologies, Miss. But I cannot. I'm involved now." He steps away from the railing and begins removing his boots.
Why are you removing your clothes? I thought, blushing slightly. The man glances back up at me defiantly and cracks a tiny smirk.
"If you let go I have to jump in after you. And trust me, it wouldn't be a hardship. In fact, it would be my absolute pleasure." He said, winking at me. I frowned at him. Why the hell is he flirting with me, when it's clear I'm experiencing a personal crisis!?
"Don't be idiotic. You'll be killed." He removed his heavy looking, waist-length coat; dropping it carelessly to the deck. He snorted.
"That's likely." He muttered underneath his breath.
"Falling from this great height would certainly kill you if you attempt to rescue me." I added.
"I'm sure I will survive. I'm more concerned about you surviving in water this cold." I paused, before looking down at the choppy water being churned up by the rotating propeller blades.
"How cold?" He appeared to be pretending to seriously consider his answer to my question, before nonchalantly answering.
"Hmm. Freezing, maybe? Probably a couple of degrees over." My eyes widened. "But I should tell you, I don't particularly enjoying swimming." I looked at him incredulously. First he's offering me his services, and now he's giving me an excuse?
"Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you." He makes his way back over to lean up against the railing beside me again, and gave me an unassuming but charming smile. "But like I said before, I don't see a choice. So choose wisely." He said. I shook my head in disbelief.
"You're insane." I whispered.
"Now where have I heard that before? Oh right, from my baby brother, Stefan." He snorted. "But with all due respect – or not, I really don't care – I'm not hanging off the end of a ship."
He once again reaches out his hand towards me, as though knowing that I would be making the right decision. How presumptuous of him. I hesitated. The man's nonchalance disappears, and suddenly I feel him whispering in my ear.
"I understand what you must be feeling. And believe me, I've wanted to do what you're doing a hundred times. But you've got to fight." He told me, using a voice I recognised Grams using once during my childhood when I was feeling defeated.
"Come on. You don't want to do this. Just please give me your hand."
I glanced over at his hand and then up at his face, before I nodded slowly and let go of the railing. I reached across and took his hand, holding it firmly. Suddenly, I am assaulted by brief images of Damon: dressed up in well-to-do Victorian finery standing with an older man who looked like an older version of Damon and the young man with the light brown hair, whom I assumed to be this Stefan Damon had mentioned earlier. I saw him dressed in Civil War fatigues; flirting outrageously with a young woman dressed in an olive green 1860s dress with long curly brown hair and a cruel smile; and finally and horribly Damon feasting upon a young maid with blood dripping down his face and chin. His normally handsome, youthful face was grotesque and horrifying with dark purply-black veins forming around his eyes.
He's a vampire!? I came back to reality and using his hand for balance, I turned around to face him properly and stared him in the face. For a split second, I knew that Damon realised that I had discovered his dark secret, because of the ugly grimace I saw. But I pretended that I hadn't noticed as his blue eyes twinkled with a hidden mischief and his mouth twisted up into a coy smirk.
"Who are you?" I asked quietly, wondering if my days were numbered. Vampires were not notoriously known for being forgiving or completely merciful.
"Damon Salvatore, milady." He answered in a calm, cool voice. "And yours?"
"Primrose Baxter." I reply, my voice quivering in fright now that I want to live.
The height that I barely paid attention to was starting to scare me, and I had managed to make an ordinary household broomstick take flight during All Hallows Eve. I moved to step up onto the railing, but the moron who designed my gown decided that it was a great idea to embroider it in beading. Which is how I suddenly found myself slipping and dangling helplessly off the end of the ship. Holding Damon's hand in a death grip was the only thing stopping me from taking the final plunge.
I let out a piercing shriek.
"Shit!" Damon grunted.
"HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!" I screamed.
"I've got you. I won't let go, I promise!" Damon grabbed my hand with his spare and pulled with all his strength, bracing himself on the railing.
"Damon!?" The young man with the light brown hair suddenly appeared from nowhere, glaring at Damon accusingly. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He demanded.
"Less questioning, more helping, Stefan!" Damon retorted before Stefan immediately grabbed a hold of my other arm.
I barely registered the same premonition shock I had received when I grabbed Damon's hand, but I had already guessed that Stefan was a vampire too, because I had seen horrifying images of Stefan slaughtering the same older gentleman who looked like Damon in my vision. Both Damon and Stefan had almost gotten me back over the railing, when my shoe caught onto the slippery material of my dress and I slipped again. My screaming and cries for help must have alerted somebody, because Stefan looked worriedly over his shoulder at something I obviously couldn't see.
"We need to hurry, Damon!" He urged, as they finally managed to hoist me up and over the railing.
Without hesitation, I immediately flung my arms around Damon's neck and unintentionally made us both stumble backwards, landing hard onto the deck. Damon sprawled undignified over me, luckily taking most of his weight on his hands. Gasping for breath, I gazed up into Damon's eyes and puzzled over the mild curiosity I saw reflected there in his blue eyes, that had been immediately followed by slight resentment.
"Here, what's all this!?"
Damon pulled back and cursed when he saw Quartermaster Rowe staring at us in confusion, summing up the situation. I glanced down at my dress and realised to my horror that it was torn, and my stockings had ripped while Damon and Stefan were pulling me back to safety. It was obvious that situation looked worse than it actually was. But before any of us could explain, Rowe was already drawing the wrong conclusions and pointing the finger at both Damon and Stefan.
"Both of you, stand back! Don't move an inch!" Rowe yelled at them angrily, as Damon stood up and backed away from me, moving to stand next to his stricken brother. Rowe cautiously approached me and helped me to my feet, as a couple of seamen – summoned by my cries for help – came running up the promenade.
"Fetch the Master at Arms." He ordered them.
I felt guilty as I watched both Damon and Stefan being detained by the Master at Arms.
After 'dealing' with my supposed rapists, I was lead over to yet another bench and bundled up into a blanket. I was shivering, but not from the cold or because I was scared. It was from the left over adrenaline rush that I had caused all on my own, and Damon and Stefan were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was obvious that both of them could easily break free from their handcuffs and possibly massacre everybody here, but to my surprise they accepted the punishment albeit with mixed reactions.
Stefan had a pained expression on his face that I knew was only because he had being pulled into a situation he should've stayed out of; like he had been through something similar previously. Although, he did look over at me and give me a rather weak reassuring smile that didn't sooth my frazzled thoughts. And Damon? Well, the murderous expression on his face spoke volumes. But what surprised me the most were his eyes: cold and flinty like icebergs while he was being manhandled (unnecessarily too). But for the split second when he glanced over at me, his eyes had softened to baby blue with concern. And I could've sworn my heart skipped a beat.
Cornelius wasn't helping the situation. He had shown up moments after the Master at Arms had been sent for.
"This is completely unacceptable!" He ranted, possibly spitting in their faces. "What made you think you could lay your hands on my fiancée!?" Emphasis on the 'my'. "Look at me, you filth!"
I glanced up to see Cornelius seizing Damon's face and jerking it back to face his.
Now that's uncalled for! I rose to my feet.
"Cornelius!" I was ignored.
"What did you both think you were doing?!" He snarled, growing redder by the second and I knew I had to step in before he could strike two possibly highly volatile vampires in his fury. And it was my duty as a witch to protect him, despite how much of a jackass he was behaving. I raced over and took Cornelius by the arm, grabbing his attention.
"Will you stop? This whole situation was an accident!" I said desperately. Several sets of eyes clapped on to me, including the two that were currently in hot water – both giving me their full and undivided attention. I was beyond caring at that moment. Vampires or not, they didn't deserve to suffer for my stupidity.
"An accident?" Cornelius parroted, looking slightly hysterical.
I nodded.
"It was… stupid really." I paused, trying to think up something on the spot that sounded even remotely plausible. "I was leaning over and I tripped over my dress." I looked at both of them, pleading with my eyes to play along as both had raised their eyebrows and looked confused.
"I was leaning over to see … uh … to see the…"
"Propellers?" Cornelius supplied.
"Propellers! And of course my dress got in the way and I would've gone overboard hadn't the Messrs Salvatore here saved me and almost gone over themselves." I pulled the scenario out of my ass, and hoped to God that they bought it. I glanced over at the brothers, and was surprised to see both amusement and admiration on their faces, as well as some slight disapproval on Stefan's.
"Was that the way of it?" the Master at Arms questioned Damon and Stefan. I held my breath.
"That sounds about right, doesn't it Stefan?" agreed Damon. Stefan hesitated before he sighed in resignation.
"It's true." He lied, but his lie seemed to be the all clear to the Master at Arms who immediately unshackled both brothers before doffing his hat at both me and Cornelius and retreating back to where he came from with Rowe and the two helpful seamen following after.
"Good on you both!" boomed Colonel Gracie, whom I had just realised had been there the entire time. It was weird that I had forgotten that. I mouthed a 'thank you' to Damon and Stefan, which earned me a small smile and a wink in return.
"Let's get you inside, Primrose. You must be freezing." Cornelius started escorting me back to my prison of sheer boredom and hopelessness when Colonel Gracie intercepted him, with a disapproving frown on his face.
"Maybe you should offer them something for their troubles?"
Cornelius 'seemed' to remember.
"Oh, yes of course." He turned to his valet, a tall hulking giant of a man. "Slip them both a twenty." He said dismissively. The valet nodded, pulling free his wallet.
"I don't think so." I protested.
Cornelius looked frustrated, before he turned and flicked his eyes condescendingly over both Damon and Stefan, sizing them up. Before a nasty little smirk appeared on his face.
"Join us for dinner tomorrow night. I'm sure we would be all interested to hear of your heroic tales?" He asked, mockery oozing from every pore on his body. I was disgusted by his behaviour. Damon and Stefan exchanged glances, before looking over at me.
"I think I have time for that." Damon replied, easily.
"It would be an honour." Stefan echoed.
Cornelius nodded briskly before turning and making a point of wrapping an arm around my shoulders, as he and Colonel Gracie escorted me back down below.
(REALITY)
Halliwell Manor
San Francisco, California
8:00am
The moment Phoebe had woken up, she had immediately seized the notebook she had set aside before going to sleep.
"Primrose Baxter… Damon Salvatore … Stefan Salvatore." She muttered underneath her breath as she wrote down the three names she had learnt during her observations.
She didn't know where to start with the two new names. Neither of them rung any bells. Phoebe sighed. The entire experience was beginning to overwhelm her, as the dreams she was having were definitely following the same storyline as the movie; and she didn't know whether or not to be excited, or disturbed and feeling like a voyeur for intruding something supposedly private.
But they were private, why am I getting front row seats to the event? She thought. Then another thought occurred to her. Why did the name Baxter sound familiar? Deciding that caffeine could wait a few more minutes, Phoebe immediately raced up to the Attic, following a hunch.
"C'mon where is it?" Phoebe tore around the chaos that was their messy attic, searching for her elusive clue. She couldn't understand why they couldn't at least tidy up a little bit up here so that they could at least find what they were looking for. Her frantic movements had alerted her sisters and Leo, as they burst in looking for the danger. What they found confused them.
"Uh, Pheebs? What are you looking for?" asked Paige.
"The family tree" replied Phoebe distractedly.
"What for?" asked Piper, before making her way towards the couch to sit down. At eight months, being pregnant was taking its toll on her as she was constantly tired, more so than usual. Leo began helping Phoebe search.
"This is about your dreams, isn't it?" He guessed. Paige immediately grinned as Phoebe hummed in approval. She was always a sucker for a good romance, the fact that it involved the movie Titanic was just the icing on the cake.
"Got it in one, Leo. I'm trying to see if my suspicions are correct."
"Why what did you discover?" asked Paige, who immediately spied a piece of rolled up parchment perched on one of the family many trunks that held their witches supplies. She picked up and unfurled it, scanning its contents. "I think I found it?" Phoebe came over and gave it a quick glance.
"Yep. Thanks sis." She took the paper from Paige's hand and spread it out on the table in front of Piper. Leo took a seat beside his wife.
"What does the Halliwell Family Tree have to do with your dreams about the Titanic?" asked Paige, who was staring at the paper like a child in a candy factory. Phoebe's brow furrowed in concentration.
"Hopefully nothing. Does the name 'Primrose Baxter' ring any bells for you?" Phoebe asked in general. Piper gave a look of brief recognition.
"Not that I know of, why?" Phoebe glanced back down at the tree, frowning with confusion.
"Because that's what I called myself in the dream. And while the name 'Primrose' didn't sound familiar, the surname 'Baxter' definitely did. I just hoping I'm wrong…" Phoebe's hopes were dashed when she came across the name 'P. Baxter' written clear as day next to the name of her past life 'P. Russell' and the third name 'P. Bowen' who had once upon a time been Prue's past life.
"Damn it. I knew it was too good to be true." She muttered in annoyance. Piper, Leo and Paige looked over at where Phoebe had been looking. Piper and Leo grimaced, while Paige looked confused.
"Hang on, are you telling us that Primrose Baxter, the girl whose trip on the Titanic you've been observing for two nights, might in fact be related to us?" asked Paige. Leo stepped in.
"Not necessarily. There might have been other Baxter families back in the early 20th Century. This could be just a coincidence." He theorised. Piper gave him a look.
"Leo, you and I know for a fact that in our line of work, there is no such thing as coincidences."
Phoebe got to her feet and started pacing.
"Maybe you should go and investigate this with the Elders." Piper suggested to Leo who nodded and orbed out. There was a tense silence for several minutes as Paige and Piper watched their obvious agitated sister pace.
"Are you okay?" asked Paige. Her excitement had faded when she realised how much this was upsetting her sister. Phoebe stopped and sank down on to the chair that Leo had just vacated.
"I can't even begin to know the answer to that question, Paige. I mean I've already been through a situation similar to this once before." Phoebe replied, referring to an event that had happened a few years back involving Phoebe and one of her past lives that was trying to send her a message about a possible death.
"Yeah, well we got through that one. Doesn't mean we won't be able to help you through this one." Piper reminded her.
"But what's got me stumped is that this should be happening to you. I mean, it is your past life." Phoebe told Piper who looked a little stunned. "I mean, we never really learned what her name was."
"Maybe it has something to do with your Premonition powers?" Paige guessed. Phoebe shrugged.
"Maybe. But we can't jump to conclusions until we get the full story."
"Well, what else did you learn from your dream last night?" asked Paige, trying to be helpful.
"I learned the name of my supposed leading man, and apparently his younger brother." Phoebe replied, with a small smile spreading over her face at the mere thought of him.
"And I take it from that grin on your face that he is as hot as you said." Piper guessed.
"Oh smokin'. I'm almost jealous of Primrose … whoever she turns out to be."
Paige giggled.
"His name?" She prodded.
"Damon Salvatore."
Piper pulled a face. "Interesting name."
"Yeah, I thought so too. 'Demon' and 'Salvation'." Phoebe mused. Paige had a dreamy look on her face.
"I'm guessing that he must be Italian. What did you say his brother's name was?" She asked.
"I didn't, but it's Stefan Salvatore" said Phoebe, in amusement. "But that's not the only thing that's interesting about these brothers. They're vampires."
Piper and Paige both reacted in shock.
"But how is that possible? We vanquished the Queen." Paige exclaimed. But Phoebe raised a hand.
"I don't think that they are that type of Vampire." Piper made an attempt to get off the couch, but only with assistance from Paige.
"You're telling me that there are other types of Vampires out there?" She sounded sceptical.
"Probably."
"Great. Now you're gonna tell me that the Twilight vampires are real." Paige scoffed, which earned a raised eyebrow response from Phoebe.
"No, Paige. They're definitely fictional. Vampires do not sparkle."
Piper was already flipping through the Book of Shadows. Phoebe came over to see what she was doing.
"What are you looking for?"
"I'm just checking to see if Damon and Stefan are in here. Who knows, other Warren witches might have come across them at some point." Piper said matter-of-factly. It was a good point, but before they could get stuck into their research, Leo returned.
"What's the verdict?" asked Phoebe, coming over to Leo nervously. The expression on Leo's face did not fill her with warm fuzzy feelings.
"The Elders confirmed that Primrose Baxter was the elder sister of Priscilla Baxter, Gram's Aunt and your Great-great Aunt. She travelled on the Titanic with her mother and her fiancée when she was 17 years old, up until it sank." He explained.
"But what does that have to do with me?" asked Phoebe. Leo hesitated.
"Primrose was another one of your past lives, Phoebe. The Elders suspect that the reason why you've been having these extremely vivid dreams about what occurred during those four days on the Titanic, is because you've been reincarnated. You are literally taking over from where she had left off, only 91 years later." Phoebe was literally struck dumb.
"So James Cameron made a movie about our Great-great Aunt's doomed romance? That is really creepy." Paige commented, pulling a horrified face.
"No, that really is a coincidence." Leo insisted.
A/N: That's a wrap! I'll be beginning the next chapter, just as soon as I figure out where I am going with my two other stories: 'The Prophecy of Team Seven' and 'The Lucky Ones'. Thank you if you have been following on with the story so far.
TTFN xx