Just a few minutes later in the underworld.
'This child is the only chance to regain the power of the underworld back. It's chaos down here and no one listens. There is only one creature in this goddamn world that is powerful enough to take the power and get the underworld back in order.' A human- looking demon said while he was drinking dark red liquid out of a crystal wine glass. Another demon was standing at the other side of the cave and nodded. 'I know. But I have no idea how to lure her to the dark side. She hates demons as much as her family and at the moment there's absolutely nothing we can do to convince her that the underworld is where she belongs, Raven.' answered he. Raven threw his wine glass against the wall and got up. 'We have to make her believe that the good side is the one she should fight against. But this is going to be hard because her family is on the good side. This means, her family has to do something that shows her that good can be bad too, something that hurts her, something that might turn her. Any ideas, Nicholas?' Nicholas walked across the room and stopped. His blue face showed his concentration. 'Yes. I have an idea. We have to get her in contact with a creature of the underworld, without her knowing. She will start to like that person. When we're absolutely sure that the bond between the girl and our creature is strong, we have to give the Charmed Ones a hint. Out of fear for their daughter and niece they will vanquish our lure, loved by the girl. She won't understand it and will question the good side.' Raven nodded, a smile crossing his face. He already knew who would be the creature to send to the girl.
Four months later at Vivien's school.
"Kids, I want you to say hi to your new classmate, Tatum Stevens. Treat her nice. Tatum, do you want to tell your new classmates something?' Ms. Swanson asked the small, blond haired girl next to her. "Hi, I'm Tatum and I just moved here with my dad from New York.' Tatum said. Ms. Swanson nodded. 'You can sit next to Vivien.' she said, showing Tatum to her seat. Vivien watched the new girl's every move and smiled to herself. Tatum's face clearly showed that she wasn't very pleased to be here, still she smiled at Vivien, even if it was only for a second. She sat down and organized her stuff in front of her. 'Hi, I'm Vivien.' whispered Vivien and smiled. 'I'm Tatum. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry if I'm a bit grumpy but I honestly, I don't like this place but I guess I'll get used to it.' Tatum explained. Vivien nodded. "I know what you mean. Sometimes it just doesn't seem like a good place to be.'
A year later.
Vivien and Tatum had become best friends. They told each other everything and Vivien felt guiltier every day about not telling Tatum who she really was. She was afraid of Tatum's reaction when she told her that her father was a demon and her mother a witch and she had parts of both sides. She was afraid that Tatum would be scared of her and she would lose the only friend she ever had. But these fears weren't the only ones she had. At first she had been totally comfortable with her powers, but a few month ago she had received new ones. Next to her high IQ and the power to throw fireballs she was able to levitate and read and manipulate people's minds. She had sworn to herself she would never try and read the minds of those she cared about but it was an evil power and she could feel the pull of it. She could practically hear a voice telling her again and again to use her demonic powers on innocents. And the evil pull was stronger than the good one. Vivien wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist the dark calling. She couldn't tell her parents or aunts because she didn't want them worried. She had no one to turn too so she turned away from them and put on a happy mask. She was happy that Tatum had gone to New York with her dad for the whole summer and her parents had to work, as well as her aunt Piper. Leo was basically never home and Paige was busy filling out work applications, so she had the house to herself and was able to deal with her problems herself. Vivien went for long walks on the beach, something she would have never done before but she could feel the strength of the ocean and it seemed to give her strength to overcome the evil pull.
Cole had noticed the sudden change of the happy, careless Vivien, even if she thought different. She always looked sad. At first he had thought it was because of Tatum's stay in New York but now he knew that she was hiding something from him and it drove him crazy because Vivien knew that she could always ask her dad for his opinion. That she didn't trust him this time made him mad and scared him at the same time. What was she thinking about? What was going through her head? What had happened? What was she feeling? Why was she too confused and unhappy to turn to him? All those questions ran through his head and he couldn't concentrate on the file that was on the desk in front of him. He was worried about Vivien. She was his only child, a gift of love and seeing her with this sad and confused look on her face hurt him more than he ever expected. He didn't even know that something could hurt so badly. He had tried to talk to her a few times but she had blocked him out and he had given up, pretending to himself that, if she didn't want to talk about her problems, they couldn't be that bad. Of course, this hadn't worked. He still couldn't stop being worried. Talking to her again wouldn't help he knew that. She was as stubborn as he was and if she wanted to keep something to herself he couldn't do anything to convince her otherwise.
Vivien sat on the loveseat in the sunroom, drawing in a big sketchbook. Her lines were fast and abstract and her face had a serious expression. She was highly concentrated on the picture and didn't notice her mother arriving. 'Hey honey! You're drawing?' Phoebe asked. Vivien jumped and closed the sketchbook in an instant. 'Mom! I didn't hear you coming!' she said, picking up a pencil she had dropped. 'Sorry, did I scare you sweetie? I'm very sorry. How was your day? I hope nicer than mine, I had a lot to do.' Phoebe flopped on another loveseat, kicking her shoes off. She watched her daughter as she slowly settled down from the shock. 'My day was lazy. I basically didn't do anything. I watched TV most of the time and then I went out and bought ice cream.' Luckily, this was true and Vivien didn't have to make a story up. She had the feeling she had done this to often in the past weeks and she felt guilty for it. Phoebe closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of her seat. 'Oh how I wish I was you. You don't have to worry about all that stuff I have to worry about at work.' she said. Vivien bit her lips. 'Yeah. But other people have worse problems than you.' she answered. Phoebe looked up. 'What? Do you have any problems?' she asked concerned. 'No I don't, not at all. But just think of all the people that live on the streets and don't have anywhere to go to and no money. That's worse than stress at work isn't it?' She'd covered that one up good. Phoebe nodded. 'You're right. I probably shouldn't whine about my job and just be happy with what I got. You know Vivien, you're ten years old and already you're smarter than me. Good thing I have such a smart child that can show me the good sides of life that I don't see. I'm going to take a shower now, we're going out for supper tonight, the whole family. Be prepared.' Phoebe left the room and Vivien brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face. This conversation hadn't made her feel better at all.
'This child is the only chance to regain the power of the underworld back. It's chaos down here and no one listens. There is only one creature in this goddamn world that is powerful enough to take the power and get the underworld back in order.' A human- looking demon said while he was drinking dark red liquid out of a crystal wine glass. Another demon was standing at the other side of the cave and nodded. 'I know. But I have no idea how to lure her to the dark side. She hates demons as much as her family and at the moment there's absolutely nothing we can do to convince her that the underworld is where she belongs, Raven.' answered he. Raven threw his wine glass against the wall and got up. 'We have to make her believe that the good side is the one she should fight against. But this is going to be hard because her family is on the good side. This means, her family has to do something that shows her that good can be bad too, something that hurts her, something that might turn her. Any ideas, Nicholas?' Nicholas walked across the room and stopped. His blue face showed his concentration. 'Yes. I have an idea. We have to get her in contact with a creature of the underworld, without her knowing. She will start to like that person. When we're absolutely sure that the bond between the girl and our creature is strong, we have to give the Charmed Ones a hint. Out of fear for their daughter and niece they will vanquish our lure, loved by the girl. She won't understand it and will question the good side.' Raven nodded, a smile crossing his face. He already knew who would be the creature to send to the girl.
Four months later at Vivien's school.
"Kids, I want you to say hi to your new classmate, Tatum Stevens. Treat her nice. Tatum, do you want to tell your new classmates something?' Ms. Swanson asked the small, blond haired girl next to her. "Hi, I'm Tatum and I just moved here with my dad from New York.' Tatum said. Ms. Swanson nodded. 'You can sit next to Vivien.' she said, showing Tatum to her seat. Vivien watched the new girl's every move and smiled to herself. Tatum's face clearly showed that she wasn't very pleased to be here, still she smiled at Vivien, even if it was only for a second. She sat down and organized her stuff in front of her. 'Hi, I'm Vivien.' whispered Vivien and smiled. 'I'm Tatum. Nice to meet you. I'm sorry if I'm a bit grumpy but I honestly, I don't like this place but I guess I'll get used to it.' Tatum explained. Vivien nodded. "I know what you mean. Sometimes it just doesn't seem like a good place to be.'
A year later.
Vivien and Tatum had become best friends. They told each other everything and Vivien felt guiltier every day about not telling Tatum who she really was. She was afraid of Tatum's reaction when she told her that her father was a demon and her mother a witch and she had parts of both sides. She was afraid that Tatum would be scared of her and she would lose the only friend she ever had. But these fears weren't the only ones she had. At first she had been totally comfortable with her powers, but a few month ago she had received new ones. Next to her high IQ and the power to throw fireballs she was able to levitate and read and manipulate people's minds. She had sworn to herself she would never try and read the minds of those she cared about but it was an evil power and she could feel the pull of it. She could practically hear a voice telling her again and again to use her demonic powers on innocents. And the evil pull was stronger than the good one. Vivien wasn't sure how long she would be able to resist the dark calling. She couldn't tell her parents or aunts because she didn't want them worried. She had no one to turn too so she turned away from them and put on a happy mask. She was happy that Tatum had gone to New York with her dad for the whole summer and her parents had to work, as well as her aunt Piper. Leo was basically never home and Paige was busy filling out work applications, so she had the house to herself and was able to deal with her problems herself. Vivien went for long walks on the beach, something she would have never done before but she could feel the strength of the ocean and it seemed to give her strength to overcome the evil pull.
Cole had noticed the sudden change of the happy, careless Vivien, even if she thought different. She always looked sad. At first he had thought it was because of Tatum's stay in New York but now he knew that she was hiding something from him and it drove him crazy because Vivien knew that she could always ask her dad for his opinion. That she didn't trust him this time made him mad and scared him at the same time. What was she thinking about? What was going through her head? What had happened? What was she feeling? Why was she too confused and unhappy to turn to him? All those questions ran through his head and he couldn't concentrate on the file that was on the desk in front of him. He was worried about Vivien. She was his only child, a gift of love and seeing her with this sad and confused look on her face hurt him more than he ever expected. He didn't even know that something could hurt so badly. He had tried to talk to her a few times but she had blocked him out and he had given up, pretending to himself that, if she didn't want to talk about her problems, they couldn't be that bad. Of course, this hadn't worked. He still couldn't stop being worried. Talking to her again wouldn't help he knew that. She was as stubborn as he was and if she wanted to keep something to herself he couldn't do anything to convince her otherwise.
Vivien sat on the loveseat in the sunroom, drawing in a big sketchbook. Her lines were fast and abstract and her face had a serious expression. She was highly concentrated on the picture and didn't notice her mother arriving. 'Hey honey! You're drawing?' Phoebe asked. Vivien jumped and closed the sketchbook in an instant. 'Mom! I didn't hear you coming!' she said, picking up a pencil she had dropped. 'Sorry, did I scare you sweetie? I'm very sorry. How was your day? I hope nicer than mine, I had a lot to do.' Phoebe flopped on another loveseat, kicking her shoes off. She watched her daughter as she slowly settled down from the shock. 'My day was lazy. I basically didn't do anything. I watched TV most of the time and then I went out and bought ice cream.' Luckily, this was true and Vivien didn't have to make a story up. She had the feeling she had done this to often in the past weeks and she felt guilty for it. Phoebe closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of her seat. 'Oh how I wish I was you. You don't have to worry about all that stuff I have to worry about at work.' she said. Vivien bit her lips. 'Yeah. But other people have worse problems than you.' she answered. Phoebe looked up. 'What? Do you have any problems?' she asked concerned. 'No I don't, not at all. But just think of all the people that live on the streets and don't have anywhere to go to and no money. That's worse than stress at work isn't it?' She'd covered that one up good. Phoebe nodded. 'You're right. I probably shouldn't whine about my job and just be happy with what I got. You know Vivien, you're ten years old and already you're smarter than me. Good thing I have such a smart child that can show me the good sides of life that I don't see. I'm going to take a shower now, we're going out for supper tonight, the whole family. Be prepared.' Phoebe left the room and Vivien brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face. This conversation hadn't made her feel better at all.