The original version of this chapter, and indeed, the overall story, felt like a first draft due to the huge lack of descriptive detail. It was also wierdly bunched up by FF when I originally uploaded it, some ten-ish years ago, so I'm hoping that I have now rectified this.

Here's to me hopefully continuing not only the expansion of the original chapters of this story, but also me continuing the story where I left off..

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'She's A Witch, Baby, A Witch!'

Prologue

"I'm home." Piper Halliwell-Wyatt announced, as she walked in the front door of the Victorian manor that belonged to her and her sisters.

She took off her coat and hung it on the coat rack.

"Is anyone home?" She called again, as she glanced around the hallway.

No one answered her.

{Hmm, where's Phoebe, she should be back by now.} Piper wondered to herself.

She walked through the living room and into the kitchen, where she picked up that mornings newspaper that she had not yet had time to read.

'STRING OF DISAPPEARANCES STILL BAFFLE WEST COAST POLICE' The headline read.

Piper took the newspaper into the living room, sat down on the sofa, and opened it to begin reading the main story...

A short while later, she was just reading the details of the fourth girl to have disappeared, when her cellphone suddenly rang. "Gyahhh!" She shrieked, as she just about jumped out of her skin.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and stood up as she answered it.

"Hello?"

"Piper, its Phoebe." Her younger sister's voice came through on the other end.

"Where are you Phoebs? You were supposed to be back here a half hour ago!" Piper frowned.

"I'm still out at the mall." Phoebe replied sheepishly.

"Big surprise. Phoebe, any more shopping, and I'm gonna burn your wardrobe!" Piper threatened as she shook her head.

"But then I'd just have to go shopping all over again." Phoebe replied with glee.

"Phoebe..." Piper warned with a cautioning tone, wanting her sister to get to the point of both her delay and phone call. As loveable as her sister was, sometimes her free-spirited attitude towards life was incredibly frustrating to an organised planner like Piper.

"Piper, calm down. We have bigger things to deal with right now. I had a premonition, right in the middle of fighting an unfairly well-dressed 30-something, for the last pair of the cutest polka dot ankle boots in my size. Needless to say, she won that tug-of-war." Phoebe said with dismay.

"You didn't need them anyway." Piper consoled. "So what did you see in your premonition?"

"A teenaged girl being killed killed by a warlock's athame. And then a beam of white light came out of her body." Phoebe relayed.

"Okay, did you get anything that can tell us when or where this will happen?" Piper asked as she sat back down again.

"No..." Phoebe said glumly. "Wait, yes!" She added suddenly. "I could see sand nearby, like maybe at the beach? Although it could also have been a desert..."

"Great. So no indication of *when* this will happen, and the only thing we have to go on is 'sand'." The exasperation in Piper's voice was obvious.

"I'll call Paige, and have her meet me at the manor. Maybe we can all scry for the girl." Phoebe suggested.

"Okay." Piper agreed. "Oh, and Phoebe?"

"Yes Piper?" Phoebe enquired.

"Holster your credit card, you're done for the day." And with that, Piper ended the phone call.