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A year later
'Cole! What are you doing with that sword?' Phoebe asked as her husband and daughter went to the basement for their daily workout sessions. 'I'm teaching the kid how to swordfight.' Cole responded proudly. Phoebe's eyes grew wide. 'You are teaching her how to swordfight with a real sword.' she asked. Vivien turned her eyes towards heaven and hopped on the counter. That could take a while. 'Well, it's called swordfight because you fight with swords honey.' Cole leaned against the door and smiled at his wife. 'Don't joke around there Cole Turner! You are not using a real sword with a sharp blade on my thirteen year old, understand?' Phoebe growled. 'Well, she's my thirteen year old too and if a demon attacks her with a sword she has to know how to fight back.' 'When was the last time a demon attacked you with a sword? Last century? No one uses swords anymore.' 'The last time a demon attacked me with a sword was exactly thirteen years and two month ago, which caused me to be late for Vivien's birth and you, my love, were very upset about that.' Cole explained. Phoebe gave him the most evil look she could probably force on her face. 'Cole, Vivien's thirteen. You can't teach her how to fight with a sword, she might hurt herself. Or you. Use those long paper sticks that our Christmas wrapping paper is wrapped around.' Phoebe suggested. 'Those sticks break as soon as you touch them. Come on, I would never hurt Vivien.' 'No. You're not teaching her how to swordfight with real swords. Go and buy wooden ones if you want but don't you dare use real ones.' Phoebe turned around and left the room, knowing that she had won. Cole turned to Vivien. 'Sorry sweetie, I guess on my way to work tomorrow I have to go pick up wooden swords. We'll just work at the fireballs for today. Come on, lazy.' Vivien nodded and jumped off the counter. She caused a few spoons and knifes to fall off. Upstairs Melinda started to cry and Piper yelled down for them to be quieter. 'Dad, isn't this weird? One minute you want to teach me how to swordfight against demons and it seems really important and in the next minute the biggest problem in this house is a crying baby. People can say whatever they want but we are definitely not a normal family.' Vivien shook her head and smiled. 'Well, I guess the proper definition of normal is, that to be normal, you sometimes have to be a little crazy. And that we are. Now come on, we have some serious workout to do. You want to be ready for the big scary guys out there right?' Cole took his daughter's hand and led her to the basement.
Two and a half years later
The clock in the hall was striking three in the afternoon. The Halliwell Manor looked peaceful in the summer sun and it also would have been quiet if not for the crying of three- year- old Melinda that could be heard through an open window in the sunroom. Melinda was standing in the dining room, crying, next to the dinner table that was broken in the middle. Vivien was lying on the table, soil and flowers next to her and all over her body. Blood was dripping from her mouth and her hand. She didn't move and Melinda was scared to death. No one else was home and Vivien had been playing with her when a demon materialized in the doorway and threw an energy ball after her cousin, causing her to fly across the room and onto the table that immediately collapsed and caused Piper's precious vase to scatter, the water to spill all over Vivien and also cover her in red roses. The demon had left after that simple attack and no help was near. Melinda was in panic, she didn't understand why Vivien wasn't moving and why the big, scary guy had attacked them in the first place. They hadn't done anything bad. The front door swung open and Tatum stuck her head inside. 'Vivien? Hello? Anybody home?' she yelled. Melinda started to cry a little louder and Tatum followed the cries to the dinning room, where she found her best friend lying on the table, unconscious, or worse, dead. 'Oh my god.' she whispered and ran to the phone to call the ambulance. Melinda was still crying when she got off the phone, her face was lobster red and tears were running down her cheeks. 'It's okay Meli, don't cry no more. I called the ambulance and they're going to help Vivien.' It turned out that Vivien had a concussion, a sprained wrist, a broken leg and a few cuts and bruises. She couldn't remember anything that happened that day and Melinda wouldn't talk about it but the doctors said it was a normal reaction. Melinda was under shock. As long as Melinda didn't talk about it, no one would be able to find out what exactly attacked the girls and why. Piper and Phoebe swore never to leave their children alone again, this was a lesson neither of them would ever forget. Leo couldn't heal Vivien's wounds because Tatum had seen her injuries and would know that there was something wrong if Vivien would just get up and walk around with a serious broken leg. Vivien spent two nights in the hospital, reading books and keeping up with her school work. Either Phoebe or Cole were constantly by her side, both felt guilty for leaving their daughter and niece alone. Vivien stayed calm at all times. Most of the time she felt sleepy and weak because of the painkillers the doctors gave her. She didn't want to remember the attack, it was just one of those things that weren't supposed to happen and she was a little angry with herself for not being able to protect Melinda, even though the little girl didn't get hurt.
A year later
'Cole! What are you doing with that sword?' Phoebe asked as her husband and daughter went to the basement for their daily workout sessions. 'I'm teaching the kid how to swordfight.' Cole responded proudly. Phoebe's eyes grew wide. 'You are teaching her how to swordfight with a real sword.' she asked. Vivien turned her eyes towards heaven and hopped on the counter. That could take a while. 'Well, it's called swordfight because you fight with swords honey.' Cole leaned against the door and smiled at his wife. 'Don't joke around there Cole Turner! You are not using a real sword with a sharp blade on my thirteen year old, understand?' Phoebe growled. 'Well, she's my thirteen year old too and if a demon attacks her with a sword she has to know how to fight back.' 'When was the last time a demon attacked you with a sword? Last century? No one uses swords anymore.' 'The last time a demon attacked me with a sword was exactly thirteen years and two month ago, which caused me to be late for Vivien's birth and you, my love, were very upset about that.' Cole explained. Phoebe gave him the most evil look she could probably force on her face. 'Cole, Vivien's thirteen. You can't teach her how to fight with a sword, she might hurt herself. Or you. Use those long paper sticks that our Christmas wrapping paper is wrapped around.' Phoebe suggested. 'Those sticks break as soon as you touch them. Come on, I would never hurt Vivien.' 'No. You're not teaching her how to swordfight with real swords. Go and buy wooden ones if you want but don't you dare use real ones.' Phoebe turned around and left the room, knowing that she had won. Cole turned to Vivien. 'Sorry sweetie, I guess on my way to work tomorrow I have to go pick up wooden swords. We'll just work at the fireballs for today. Come on, lazy.' Vivien nodded and jumped off the counter. She caused a few spoons and knifes to fall off. Upstairs Melinda started to cry and Piper yelled down for them to be quieter. 'Dad, isn't this weird? One minute you want to teach me how to swordfight against demons and it seems really important and in the next minute the biggest problem in this house is a crying baby. People can say whatever they want but we are definitely not a normal family.' Vivien shook her head and smiled. 'Well, I guess the proper definition of normal is, that to be normal, you sometimes have to be a little crazy. And that we are. Now come on, we have some serious workout to do. You want to be ready for the big scary guys out there right?' Cole took his daughter's hand and led her to the basement.
Two and a half years later
The clock in the hall was striking three in the afternoon. The Halliwell Manor looked peaceful in the summer sun and it also would have been quiet if not for the crying of three- year- old Melinda that could be heard through an open window in the sunroom. Melinda was standing in the dining room, crying, next to the dinner table that was broken in the middle. Vivien was lying on the table, soil and flowers next to her and all over her body. Blood was dripping from her mouth and her hand. She didn't move and Melinda was scared to death. No one else was home and Vivien had been playing with her when a demon materialized in the doorway and threw an energy ball after her cousin, causing her to fly across the room and onto the table that immediately collapsed and caused Piper's precious vase to scatter, the water to spill all over Vivien and also cover her in red roses. The demon had left after that simple attack and no help was near. Melinda was in panic, she didn't understand why Vivien wasn't moving and why the big, scary guy had attacked them in the first place. They hadn't done anything bad. The front door swung open and Tatum stuck her head inside. 'Vivien? Hello? Anybody home?' she yelled. Melinda started to cry a little louder and Tatum followed the cries to the dinning room, where she found her best friend lying on the table, unconscious, or worse, dead. 'Oh my god.' she whispered and ran to the phone to call the ambulance. Melinda was still crying when she got off the phone, her face was lobster red and tears were running down her cheeks. 'It's okay Meli, don't cry no more. I called the ambulance and they're going to help Vivien.' It turned out that Vivien had a concussion, a sprained wrist, a broken leg and a few cuts and bruises. She couldn't remember anything that happened that day and Melinda wouldn't talk about it but the doctors said it was a normal reaction. Melinda was under shock. As long as Melinda didn't talk about it, no one would be able to find out what exactly attacked the girls and why. Piper and Phoebe swore never to leave their children alone again, this was a lesson neither of them would ever forget. Leo couldn't heal Vivien's wounds because Tatum had seen her injuries and would know that there was something wrong if Vivien would just get up and walk around with a serious broken leg. Vivien spent two nights in the hospital, reading books and keeping up with her school work. Either Phoebe or Cole were constantly by her side, both felt guilty for leaving their daughter and niece alone. Vivien stayed calm at all times. Most of the time she felt sleepy and weak because of the painkillers the doctors gave her. She didn't want to remember the attack, it was just one of those things that weren't supposed to happen and she was a little angry with herself for not being able to protect Melinda, even though the little girl didn't get hurt.