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Prue had had just brought everyone a cup of coffee and sat down again when Phoebe and Caleb had begun the explanation again.
"Okay, now that we're all situated, what happened next" Piper said cautiously eager.
"Well I joined them for awhile, doing all the stuff we were supposed to do…"
"Wait, you joined them? Wouldn't that have made you evil too?" Prue questioned. All Phoebe could do was look away and try not to see Prue in disappointed/mental ambush mode.
"I think that was a yes." Piper answered for her.
"Now that I think about it, I imagine, subconsciously of course, that was one quality that attracted me to Cole. Not that I knew that he was evil then." She added quickly seeing her sisters weren't happy with that first sentence.
"Yeah, right. Okay let's get back to the story then, shall we?" Prue sat back in the couch, not truly believing what Phoebe had said about Cole.
"Sure. Like I was saying I joined them, did what we were supposed to do; the problem was I didn't like what it was making me feel. Then the worst thing that could possibly happen; happened."

A late night in downtown San Fran , several people are still walking the streets including Phoebe and her friends
"That one. Yeah that one Phoebe, he looks full of energy." Isabelle pointed across the street at a man sitting on the stoop of his apartment building.
"Nah, he's too old. Wait how 'bout this one?" Phoebe said as a younger, cuter guy walked passed, totally checking Phoebe out.
"Okay he's into you anyway. Oh and he's single too. Go for it Pheebs! We'll be waiting for you over there when you're done." CJ answered putting one finger to her head, reading the man's mind. The others walked off leaving Phoebe running to catch up with the handsome stranger.
"Hey wait up. I am sorry I don't know why I am doing this but my name is Phoebe, what's yours?" she made her way in front of him slowing him down, playing him for all he was worth.
"Brent. It's nice to meet you Phoebe. I don't usually ask this of total strangers; do you want to get a cup of coffee?" he said looking at his watch realizing it was too late to ask her to dinner.
"Coffee? Sure I would love, in fact I know this little place around the corner from here called The Teller." She offered knowing that was exactly where he was headed.
"Wow. That's amazing I was just on my way there. Okay, let's go." He said walking with her to the coffee shop. When they arrived there they got a little booth in the back and started the polite conversation. While Phoebe listened to him tell her where he was from and the whole get to know you talk; she put one finger to her head, listening to his thoughts.
'Boy I wish she was the kind of girl that I didn't have talk to just to get comfortable around her. I need a fling while I'm here in the city, she IS pretty enough.' His thoughts were totally not on what he was talking about, like she had suspected. Brent was about to ask where she was from, when she put a finger to his lips, stopping his mindless chatter.
"Let's dispense with the pleasantries. I know you don't want to talk and the thing is I don't want to either. So let's get out of here." Turning on her gifted voice, knowing that Brent was completely in her control with it on. She took his hand and led him out of the café. Nothing was said as they made there way back around to the block where they had met. Brent had felt like he met his soul mate and was ready to do anything for her, which was exactly what Phoebe was looking for.

Penny Halliwell, who was just leaving a restaurant where she'd had just been stood up, had noticed across the street and up a few yards up was her granddaughter. She was just going to go over and join her when she noticed Phoebe wasn't alone, she was with a man. A man who looked older than her by a lot, she was going to dismiss it as a teenager being a teenager when the couple started to make out passionately and slip into a nearby alley.
Worried that Phoebe was being taken advantage of, she crossed the street and made her way to where they had disappeared.

Phoebe pushed Brent to the alley wall, still continuing the kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist and her hands found the sides of his face. He started to get a little frisky with her and she decided it was time to do what she was here to do.
She slipped one of her hands behind his head and to the back of his neck and pinched it a little.
"Hey what are you doing? That hurts." He tried to pull away from her but she twitched her other hand flipping him over to face the wall.
"Horny little bastard. You're okayif you start to hurt me but when the roles are reversed you're all 'It hurts, it hurts!'" she said mimicking him, not that he could respond he was almost dead by the time she had finished her sentence. As his life force flowed through her, she threw her head back feeling the full effects of the stolen energy from the man. She didn't even notice someone rounding the corner to walk in on the scene.
"What the hell are you doing?" Lit by the streetlight, Grams stood stunned from what she was seeing. Phoebe had raised the man off his feet by now, only touching his neck, her arm was glowing from the energy she was getting off Brent, and her head was still throw back in power trip. Hearing someone speaking, Phoebe whipped her head in the direction of the noise.
Grams was startled, Phoebe didn't look like herself, her eyes were also glowing. Knowing something supernatural was going on here, she tried to reason with Phoebe.
"Put him down Phoebe!" She commanded. Phoebe didn't budge, eventually her eyes dimmed and went back to their original state, only then did she release her grip on the man. As he slumped to the ground with a thud, Grams ran over to him to see if he was still alive.
"Don't bother, you won't find a pulse." Phoebe stated as she walked away content with herself. Sure enough everywhere she checked Grmas couldn't find one.
"Phoebe Halliwell, get back here right now!" Grams threatened as she rose back to her feet.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Phoebe turned to face her grandmother. Two blondes, a brunette, and one red head soon came to join Phoebe were she stood. Grams walked a little closer then recognized the faces of Phoebe's four best friends. One of them was about to do something to Grams who still was perpetually stunned, when Phoebe stopped her.
"Leave. Or I won't protect you." She boldly instructed. Grams looked all of them over. They all had on either a strapless or sleeveless tops and dark jeans and evil intent in their eyes.

Back to present time...again
Phoebe finished for the time, but she noticed how both Prue and Piper looked a little uneasy about this part.
"Relax you guys! I am a Charmed One now, I am good." Phoebe tried to explain.
"So you killed that poor man?" Piper asked. But all Phoebe could do was look away, the sign of an automatic 'yes'.
"Another question, you said they made a pentagram brand on your shoulder, I have never seen it?" Prue questioned.
"Okay, try to understand. If I didn't want to tell you why would I let you see a dead giveaway? I have kept it hidden with lots of help from different people. Do you want to see it Prue?" Phoebe asked seeing a small amount of skepticism on her face.
"Only if you want to show to us Pheebs." Piper suggested. Phoebe nodded and turned so the shoulder it was on faced her sisters.
"Could you give me a hand Caleb? You remember where it is." Caleb nodded and pushed the strap of the sleeveless shirt she was wearing to the side. He then traced a circle, rubbing off a little dust, to reveal the circle of pentagram but then covered it with his palm.
"Ready?" he asked. Now she nodded and closed her eyes. He applied pressure and when he removed his hand what looked like a chunk of Phoebe's skin came with it.
"Fake skin." Caleb explained when he saw Piper bite her lip.
"Hey Pipe, could you go get a ice cube please?" Phoebe asked politely trying not to show her pain.
"Why? What's wrong?" Prue asked as she rushed over to Phoebe's side.
"Nothing. It just stings a little. I haven't taken it out for a long time that's all." After Piper came back with the ice cube and they had soothed her wound, Prue found herself staring at it. It was exactly as Phoebe had described it, about the size of a half dollar burnt right into her skin. Only there was something about it, there were small red lines going ¾ the way around the border of the pentagram.
Prue looked at Piper, she nodded, they were small but both sisters could distinctly see the lines.
"Pheebs? What are these little red lines on the outside of the brand?" Piper asked.