"I said 'Don't move!'" Pam yelled as she cornered a warlock. "Freeze him Prue."

Prue flew out her hands toward the man that was a head of her. He stopped in mid motion as though he were made of stone.

Piper ran around the corner, and caught up with her sisters. "This one's mine. Remember?"

"We haven't forgot."

"What's his power?"

"I don't know. He hasn't used it," Prue responded. "I guess it's a surprise."

Piper walked up next to the warlock and put her hand on his extremely well developed chest. "Mmmm--he must work out. Under different circumstances I wouldn't mind--"

"Piper! That isn't what we're here for. Turn off your hormones for a little while, please."

"Yes, big sister," Piper answered responding to Pam's leadership orders. Piper removed her hand from his chest and reached for her back. She whipped out a dagger from her waist where she had placed it a few minutes earlier, and stabbed it into the man in front of her.

He unfroze and screamed in agony as the life force within him began to dwindle. As he died Piper could feel his power enter her body. It was a pleasure that she couldn't believe that she had lived her life without. The power was so overwhelming that she could hardly contain herself.

"So--" Pam began, "How is it?"

"It's wonderful," Piper answered enjoying the new source of energy that was contained within her body.

"Want to try it out?" Prue asked.

"Try what out?" Piper responded, wishing that she wasn't the center of attention. What a time for my shyness to reappear.

"What ever new power you have."

"Well, how do I do that?"

"Just try."

Piper thought for a moment, trying to think how to use her new power. Too bad that I can't just disappear and worry about this later.

"Piper? Where did you go? I can't believe she just blinked away from us!"

Piper stood in front of her sisters wondering what Prue was talking about.

"I'm right here."

"What? Where? We can't see you!"

Piper reappeared in the room.

"Where'd you go?" Pam asked.

"No where. I just thought that I wished I wasn't in everyone's attention--that I would just disappear."

"Neat!"

"What?"

"That's your new power. You can make yourself invisible," Pam explained.

"Cool!" Piper said as she disappeared again.
"Stop that!"

"We need to go home anyway," Piper reminded as her image reappeared. "I need to hit the books. I have a test tomorrow."

"Only, if you promise to help me get mine," Prue demanded.

"Get your what?" Piper asked.

"Get my warlock, stupid."

"Oh, okay. We will get yours tomorrow."

* * *

Cole and Phoebe slowly walked up the stairs to the Manor. Phoebe dreaded going back. She had a horrible feeling about what was going to happen with the encounter with her sisters.

"Hopefully Pamela won't be there," she said to Cole.

"Who?" he asked.

"My new sister," she responded as she knocked on the glass on the door. Suddenly she remembered how much Prue hated people doing that. As far as Prue was concerned, it was just one more way for the glass to get broken. "Shoot! Prue hates it when I do that."

Cole moved Phoebe out of the way of sight and Phoebe looked at him confused. "Just thought it would be better for me to be the first person they see, since they haven't met me in this form of reality."

"Oh," Phoebe responded moving to the side.

The door opened with Prue standing inside the house. Cole remembered what Phoebe had said and quickly thought up something to say. "Sorry about knocking on the glass. I didn't realize that it was real stained glass."

"Don't worry about it. You're just lucky that Pam didn't answer the door. She'd give you something you'd never forget if you--" Prue stopped herself before she gave away too much information. "How can I help you?"

"Actually we were wondering if we could discuss something."

"We?" Prue asked.

Phoebe stepped into the sight of the door.

"Oh," Prue said. "I guess."

In the front room Piper was seated on the couch reading an Ethics textbook, or at least she was pretending to.

"What's that have to do with running a night club?" Phoebe asked eyeing the Ethics book.

"I'm the one that runs the night club," Prue corrected. "Piper's a student. Remember?"

"Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Phoebe quickly added.

"That's the problem. You don't think!" Pamela stated as she walked into the room from the kitchen holding the state of the art camera that Phoebe remembered Prue had just bought. Phoebe decided to do some serious thinking before she said another word.

If Piper is a college student, and Prue is running P3--at least I assume it is still called P3, then that would mean that Pamela is the Photographer in the family.

"Take any good pictures lately?" Phoebe asked, probing to see if she was right in her deduction.

"Of course, but since when did you care about my work?" Pam asked.

Finally, I got something right! "Could we talk?" Phoebe wasn't to good about changing the subject, but in this case she knew that there wasn't time to waste.

"I guess," Prue answered.

Phoebe looked around the room. Something didn't feel right, but it felt familiar. It felt like she had already seen the scene, but where? A vision.

"Speak for yourself!" Pam answered.

Boy, she has it in for me, Phoebe thought.

Cole turned to protect Phoebe. He knew that something bad was about to happen by the way that Phoebe was looking. He ran in front of Phoebe, knocking the dagger that he kept in his waistband on the floor.

"Cole!" Phoebe yelled realizing what he had just put in motion. Cole looked at her with eyes of guilt. "Leave! There is nothing that you can do now!"

As the words left his mouth he saw Pamela pick up the knife and stab it into Phoebe's chest. She screamed and fell to the floor. A pool of blood formed into a wide area in front of her body.

"No!" Cole screamed in guilt and in the agony of the loss. He ran to her side and held her hand. "Don't die, Phoebe."

"There's nothing I can do now. They're evil. The Charmed Ones are evil." Her head fell to the side as she closed her eyes and let out a final sigh.

"There's something I can do!" he declared as he shimmered the two of them to safety.

May 3, 2001

Dear Diary,

This power is cool. I don't know why I never tried it before. I don't know why none of us ever did.

I wonder what came over Pamela that made her do it in the first place. That man just bumped into her, and she changed. Almost like he woke the sleeping evil part.

Oh, it doesn't matter. It is sort of fun. I like being able to disappear.

I wish that Pam had used her new power to rid us of that awful sister. Seeing her burn up would have been a lot more fun than just watching her bleed. Oh well, at least there isn't a scorch mark on the floor. At least she's gone now.

Piper