Slight error on my part. THIS is part 4 not the other one. thats part 5.. oops

Leo awoke with a start, flailing out with his arm at a memory, his last thought of being attacked. As he tried to open his eye's, he realized he could not see out of the right one, it was swollen so badly it refused to obey his mind. As the world slowly came into focus, he noticed that he was no longer at the bar, and, from his surroundings, he was not safe.

"Is he awake yet?" Werdna asked, as he approached the cell where they were holding the whitelighter.

"He just started to stir." the guard told him, sliding the spy hole closed.

"Has he said anything?"

"No, he is just laying there."

"Make sure no one enters until I get back. I need to go see the Master and he will tell us what to do with him." As he turned to walk away, his thoughts turned to the other cell, and the person contained within. His loyalty was about to be put to the ultimate test.

"And put her in the same cell," he ordered as he saw the looks the guard was casting at the other cell door.

"So, that's one of them?" The large thug asked, as he looks into the small, dimly lit room at the still figure.

"Yes. She is the oldest, and the most powerful, or at least she was. Soon they will all be dead, but this one! This one is mine!" The hatred in his voice caused even the demons around him to flinch, as his eyes bored hole's right through them.

"Why does he hate her so much?" the thug asked, as he watched him walk away.

"She killed his brother when they got her here." he was told, and looking at her, he found that hard to believe.

Leo could hear muffled voice's coming from outside his cell, but his body hurt too much for him to rise, let alone go to the door. He gingerly probed at his aching side, glad to find that none of his ribs seemed to be broken, just bruised, like the rest of his body.

The inside of his mouth had a slight metallic taste, evidence of the split lip he had received during the fight. He just hoped that Cole had gotten away, he was the girls' only hope now. Sitting up, a wave of dizziness struck him, causing him to lose his balance. Groaning, he closed his eye's trying to will away the nausea that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Master, we have the whitelighter, and the oldest witch. What are your wishes?" Werdna asked, as he knelt before the Source.

"You are to keep them separate from this place, my plan has been set in motion, and I will not risk having them destroy it."

"Yes Master, and the others?"

"They are not your concern! You are only to concern your self with what I tell you to do." Reaching out, he grabbed the one in front of him, almost daring him to resist.

Hanging limply in his Master grasp, Werdna thought he was finished his punishment for not catching the traitor at hand. He almost laughed with relief when the Source threw him down, ordering him to wait outside as another demon entered.

Walking into the witch's cell, the Demon who had glared daggers at her, grabbed her by the back of the neck, waking her up. Startled, she tried to fight, but he was to strong and, to her dismay, her powers no longer worked. The last thing she remembered was kneeling on the raft, searching the water desperately for her sister, when, out of no where, two demons appeared, grabbing her arms, and shimmering out.

She had found herself in a large cave, the walls glistening wetly in the flickering light of some torches, and the two who had grabbed her trying to force a drink down her throat. Looking to her left, she sent the demon flying across the chamber with her powers. The satisfying sound he made as he hit the rocks she knew that that was one less demon for her to deal with.

A strong arm wrapped it self around her neck, forcing her head up, while another hand covered her eyes. Choking she did not see the vial raised in front of her, but the liquid taste in her mouth let her know that whatever they had for her was now working it's way through her body. The arms holding her released there grip, and, as she fell to her knee's, gasping for air, she saw a leg swinging in at her, then darkness descended.

"You are going to pay!" he hissed at her, as he threw her against the wall, holding her there with one hand, he forced her arms into the restraints. "You will not die yet, but you will wish you had, and there is no one here to stop me this time!"

"Go to hell." Prue hissed, as she looked around desperately for a way out. She never saw the blow coming, but suddenly, fire seemed to explode inside her stomach, as a large fist connected with it forcing the air from her body.

The next few blows seemed like a distant thing, as Prue tried to draw air into her lungs. The demon before her was thorough, never hitting her hard enough to knock her out, but knowing just when to strike at another area, leaving her weak, and just when she thought she could take no more, he found the scar.

"Well, well. It looks like you had a few problems while you were away." he almost purred with delight. She could only hang there, tears of pain running down her face, lost in the blood flowing from the cut above her eye. He reached behind him, grabbing a knife off the shelf, as he watched her face.

"You will scream for me witch, one way or another." he lifted the knife before her, slowly running it down the side of her face, lightly touching her with the tip.

She watched, fascinated almost, as he slowly lowered the knife. She knew what he was going to do, but unable to stop him. She could feel the point as he turned it, waiting for her to flinch, he started to press with it, and a drop of blood seeped out around the tip. Then, before she knew what was happening, he pushed it swiftly down, opening the just healed cut. Prue could not contain the scream this time, as raw nerves seemed to catch fire, sending the pain flaring through out her body.

Looking at his handy work, he smiled, he was done for now, as she passed out, hanging limply in the chains, the cuffs cutting the tender skin of her wrists. Releasing her, he finally did as Werdna had told him, taking her to the whitelighters cell, but not before he gave her another dose of the potion to block her gifts.

Leo blinked as the cell door was opened the bright light from the hallway blinding him. He saw someone enter, dropping something with a dull thud, he could not see what it was, but it sounded like a body striking the floor.

"Enjoy your company, you won't be able to much longer." A deep voice rumbled, as the door slammed shut.

Making his way over to the body, every muscle screamed in protest, the stiffness had set in from his fight. By the dim light in the room, he saw a battered woman, almost unrecognizable, until the blue eye's opened, the familiar spark dulled by pain, but undeniable Prue. Treating her as best he could, he gently cleaned her cuts, using part of his shirt to bind the cut on her leg, and to stop the blood seeping from her cut head. Rocking her gently, she soon fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he sat there, holding her, wishing he could make it all go away, but he could not help but notice how young and vulnerable she was, and he vowed he would kill the next person who tried to hurt her.

Werdna shimmered back to the abandoned building, opening the trapdoor, he descended to the cavern below. He knew now what he had to do, but he did not know how, or when he would do it. He saw the demon he had told to move her, walking towards the whitelighters cell, and when he was noticed as well he stopped, walking away from him. Perplexed, he shrugged his shoulders, and continued on.

Opening the door to the cell, he stopped at the sight before him. He could not imagine what had happened, his brain seemed to stop.

"Prue?" he whispered.

She heard her name being called, but the voice; the voice she heard could not be here. Forcing her eyes open, she saw before her the last thing she ever expected to see.

"A..Andy?"