Blinking back into existence Phoebe reacted quickly. Stomping down on James inside foot, she then quickly grabbed him by the collar and tossed him over her shoulder.
He was just as fast however and soon recovered. Raising his hand he threw Phoebe across the small room.
"Augh. Let me go James or whoever you are." She said as she sat against the wall
"I don't think so Phoebe. I need you to get your sisters."
"Oh now that's original. You do realize that if anything happens to me they are so going to kick your ass all over hell."
"Big words for someone in your position. I'm not afraid of your sisters."
"You should be." Phoebe glared at him.
James stepped closer to her as she still sat against the wall. "You witches never learn do you. It's all hopeless. In the end we will defeat you."
"Now who's getting cocky?" Phoebe said.
"I think that would actually be you." He said as he bent down and crouched in front of her. Running his hand over her cheek. "Killing you will be a shame."
Pulling back away from him or at least trying to, "Get your hands off of Me." she said as she slapped his hand out of the way. Quickly regretting it as her world spun into black and white images.
He stood there looking down on the baby. So peaceful and full of life: and magic he had. Then turning to the crying baby next to him he held out his hand over the form in the crib. "Now it begins." He said. As a dark glow emerged from his hand. Suddenly the baby screamed louder and then just as suddenly; he stopped. In fact he stopped everything. He stopped screaming, he stopped squirming and most of all: he stopped breathing.
Then he reached over and picked up the child with one hand as he bent over another cradle and grabbed another child. Placing the dead baby in the other cradle he then switched the nameplates. After completing his task he was gone.
The nurse came mere seconds after the stranger had disappeared. Placing the baby in her arms in the cradle that showed her name: Phoebe Halliwell. She then turned to the baby next to her. Reaching down and picking him up, she knew right away something was wrong. Quickly reaching for a pulse and getting none she ran out and called the doctor.
Then the picture changed to a dark room. "Now my son. I will train you to use your powers as they are meant to be used. It is your destiny. I only wish I could have gotten you and your sister. But who knows maybe I only need you. Together we will destroy the Charmed Ones and rule this meek world together."
Phoebe jolted to as the premonition ended. At first she didn't move. Then she looked at James in front of her and starred deep into his eyes.
"Patrick." She said barely above a whisper.
"What?"
Then she stood and reached her hand forward to just touch him. "You…you're my…" then she stopped. He had backed up from her and she couldn't go any further forward. Looking down she could see why. While she was having her premonition he had shackled her foot to a chain on the floor. "What the hell?"
"Well I couldn't risk having you levitate out of here now could I?" he said as his gazed drifted up to the window.
"No. Patrick this is all wrong."
"Why do you keep calling me Patrick? My name is James."
"True. That is you middle name. Your really name is Patrick James." Phoebe said quietly, "Patrick James Halliwell." Looking him in the eyes she starred into him." You are my twin brother."
He starred at her like she had completely fallen off the deep end. "What the hell are you talking about. I'm an only child."
"No you have three sisters. I saw it. Oh that poor mother."
"What are you on about now?"
"He killed a child and swapped him with you, changing the nameplates on the cradle so that our mother would think that you had died. But the mother of the child that did die has gone through life thinking her son was taken out of the hospital."
"Ok so is this a new witch trick? Because if it is; I'm not biting. My father raised me after a witch killed my mother when I was just two years old. I have no other family. Together my father and I will destroy you and we will rule this meek world."
"You mother was killed alright. But it was NOT by a witch. She was killed by a demon. And yes you were just over two years old as that was how old I was when OUR Mother died. You have powers, is one of them mine by any chance? Can you see the future and the past?"
He looked at her strange. How could she know that? "I can."
"Then touch me. See for yourself that I speak the truth."
"It's a trick."
"So your afraid. Afraid that I might be telling the truth. What then if I am? Do you still kill me or do you listen to reason. You were born good Patrick. As good as it can get. A strong line of witches that serve the greater good. You are part of that."
"I am NOT your brother!" he snapped out in anger raising his hand and backhanding Phoebe across the face sending her down to the ground.
Towering over her he glared down at her. "You will not bring this up again. Or next time I will not be so nice." Emphasizing his statement with a kick to her ribs. He then turned and walked out of the room. "Brother. Who is she trying to kid." He said to himself.
Phoebe clutched her ribs as the pain echoed through her. She watched him go as the tears escaped her eyes.
"You are my brother. My premonitions have never lied to me. There is also still good in you I can see it in your eyes. I will find you in there Patrick I promise I will."
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Meanwhile Prue Piper and the male witch that they had saved were in the club talking about what had just happened.
"So. I'm sorry we don't even know you." Prue stated
"Oh sorry. My name is Kris."
"Well Kris, I'm Prue and this is my sister Piper."
"And you're other sister?"
"Phoebe." Piper answered
"Phoebe." He said quietly. "Younger sister hey?"
"Uh yeah." Prue answered looking in confusion.
"My sister was the youngest too. Her name was Erika. But now she's gone."
"What happened? We over heard some of it outside but what happened/" Piper asked gently
"He killed her."
"I thought you said he's never killed anyone."
"He hasn't, but he may as well have. Be beats them and throws them around until they can't fight anymore. Then his father comes in and finishes the job. It's strange really. I mean, when a demon kills a witch they retain their powers. So all this time, his father as been receiving all the powers, as he gets nothing. It doesn't make sense."
"That is strange. You would think that if they wanted to rule together that the father would share the wealth so to speak." Prue added
"That's what I thought."
"So what now. He has Phoebe and we have no idea where they disappeared to."
"Well actually I may be able to help you with that."
"Go on." Prue and Piper both said anxious to get Phoebe back.
"I've been able to track him so far a few times. I think I've narrowed it down."
"And?" they both again encouraged him to continue.
"I think he hides out at the Lighthouse at Rodd Hill."
"That's like a two day drive from here. How did you figure that out?" Prue asked
"Scrying."
"How? If his father took your sisters power?" Piper asked
"He has my sisters essence still with him. I scried for that."
"Ok then lets get going. I don't think that Phoebe will wait two days so we better get going now." Prue said standing up and heading for the door.
"Prue." Piper said looking at her oldest sister.
Prue stopped and looked back at Piper. "We'll find her Piper. Now come on. Between the three of us we can share the driving. We should get there by tomorrow night." Turning she headed out the door with Piper and Kris right behind her.
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The next morning James, or Patrick as Phoebe now called him, came in to her room.
"Breakfast."
"Thanx." She said still glaring at him. Why can't he just consider the idea? She thought
He started to walk away when she realized that she had to keep trying. She had to get him to realize who he really was.
"Patrick wait."
He stopped at the doorway but did not turn around.
"Have you ever felt that a part of you was missing? Not like the; oh I wish I had brothers and sisters to pick on part. Not the part that made you wish that you weren't any only child, alone in the world. The part of YOU that was alone! Like you were missing a part of your very soul."
He never turned to look at her but her could feel deep down what she was talking about. "Something deep within you?" he said quietly
She had barely heard his reply but she did. "Yes. So deep that you want to reach in and shake it. Shake it so hard that it would just go away."
He slowly turned and looked at her. But this time he really looked. He looked deep in her eyes he could see all her loss, her hurt, but most of all he could see her love. As he looked in her eyes he knew then that she had spoken the truth the night before. His own premonitions had never lied to him, why should hers be any different. He slowly walked up to her and bending down in front of her. He slowly reached out his hand to touch her but was afraid.
"It's ok Patrick." Phoebe said as she lifted her hand. She waited though for him to touch her. He had to see this on his own.
He then moved his hand and took Phoebes into his. Just as contact was made he was jerked into a premonition.
He saw everything that Phoebe had told him the night before. The birth of the twins at the Manor and then the baby dying and then the babies getting switched. He saw his mother die at the hands of the water demon as Phoebe had not a year before. He saw his funeral and his sisters growing up with Grams. It was jumbled and confusing to him but as he came out of it he looked into Phoebe big brown eyes and knew that it was all real. He did have a family, but confused as to what he had to do: or did he?
Phoebe watched him as she knew the pictures were flicking through his mind as they had hers. Then he opened his eyes and looked into hers. She could see the conflict in him. He knew what he saw was real, but he also knew that he was raised as a warlock, a very powerful one at that. After 24yrs how can you change that?
Nothing was said between the two for the longest time. They just seemed to stare at each other. Patrick wondering now what his real destiny was and Phoebe just waiting for her brother to realize what he saw was true.
"So I have a sister. That means nothing." He said suddenly as he stood up and stepped back from her.
"No? Are you telling me you feel nothing? That you are doubting your own powers now? It's the truth Patrick face it. You and I are twins. If nothing else we share a magical bound."
"We share nothing. This a witches ploy."
"Oh Patrick I wish it was. Then I to would not be feeling what I do. Yesterday I was sad and lonely and upset and anger. Everything all at once for a brother I never knew that I even had. Now I find out that he was not lost after all but taken, from my sisters, from my mother and father and most of all from me. You can't stand there and tell me you felt nothing just then." Phoebe was now almost yelling at him
"Ok lets say that I do believe you. And that I believe my own premonition. I've been warlock for 24yrs. I was raised to kill witches. If you are my sister then I'm sorry for what I am about to do." He finished as he flicked his wrist sending Phoebe into the far wall, knocking her unconscious.