A/N: Hey guys, we're back!! Okay, I'm totally sure this time, this is the last chapter that was written. For those keeping score, this is from Phoebe's POV. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed and stuck with us, we know we aren't very good at updating often, but we hope you're enjoying the story anyway. Thanks again!!!!

Jen/Sammy/Mandie

I hid at the top of the stairs, still fighting to comprehend everything. We were witches...Piper's new guy was a white-something-or-other, and the Source of all evil had just threatened to kill us.

And it was all my fault.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. If I hadn't gone up to the attic. . .hadn't read from that stupid book. . .

But I did, and now we were all going to die.

'We've got powers, though,' said that annoying voice in the back of my head. 'Surely we can do something.'

'Oh yeah, I'll premonition them to death,' I argued with myself. 'Plus, the Source said that there were three other people. What can three of us do against four evil guys?'

We couldn't do anything, but I could. I stood up and climbed the small set of stairs leading to the attic. Easing open the door and peeking in, I immediately spotted the Book of Shadows. I grabbed it and flipped through, stopping at a page titled "To Relinquish Our Powers." I continued reading. . .

"This spell is to be used only in dire emergency, not lightly, and only by
choice. This spell is irreversible."

I grabbed pen and paper and scribbled the spell down. Folding it up, I shoved the paper in my pocket and slid out of the house, determined to do whatever was necessary to save my sisters.

The alley outside of Quake was lit by a single streetlight. I stood directly under it, staring around, waiting for the Source to arrive.

The air around me suddenly shimmered and a tall monster, his face covered in red and black, appeared there. I screamed and jumped back, pulling my arms in front of me. "Who-who are you?" I stammered.

"I am Belthazor," the creature said in a deep voice. "The Source is busy at the moment. You will do as I instruct, or you and your sisters will die. . ."