BITTER MEMORIES

Portia knelt down at Sarah's grave. This young girl was the one thing that had been good for Wyatt. She was the love of his life and with her death, so went Wyatt's good. But now Wyatt had turned…a warlock had taken him, and her whole existence was in danger. Her family was in danger…but that was too much to think about. Just being by Sarah's grave made her sad not only for herself but for what had happened to her family.

The past few years had been paradise for the three Halliwell teenagers. Besides the frequent demon attacks, they lived as normal a life as possible…except for the day they met their past Aunts.

It had been a normal day. School and the walk home were boring as ever…except for Portia. She was an oddball who loved school. Wyatt, a handsome and tall 15-year-old boy walked beside his two cousins. Skylar, the tempestuous and tempting blonde, was the vixen of the group…the most popular girl at school. Portia, a miniature of her Aunt Phoebe, was just as pretty as Skylar: Some people thought even more so. Her dark chestnut hair flowed behind her as she and her cousins walked up to the door the Halliwell Manor.

"Wyatt, stop teasing me about Brant. You and Sarah are always playing tonsil hockey," Portia said laughing, but at the same time innocently pleading with her cousin.

"Yeah, Wyatt...I'm surprised you guys don't have the same genetic makeup now, since you've swapped so much spit!" Skylar said jokingly.

Suddenly, a harsh wind blew through the Manor, and the three young Halliwell's prepared for a demonic battle. Instead, a vortex appeared and spit out a horde of people.