Alright everyone. I am back to bouncing around...

NoAlias asked if that was Victoria's past life with the wedding and everything. Actually, no. That was just the curse in action in this life....

Now, is the time for you to find out what Wyatt did in his past life. Hopefully you won't be so confused once the next two chapters are established.

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Now it is time for the shout outs that are so well deserved.

Here's to the slightly confused. I'm sorry about that I'm still working on it: Willows2, and Christine Marquez

Here's to the reoccurring reviewers: Willows2, cherry7up56, buffspike, gabwr, NoAlias, Calen, shortie4283, and angmalish.

Here's to the voice of reason: Calen.

Thank you for all your reviews. Keep them coming.

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Before I start I should fill you in on a few things. Hopefully, this will make it easier. In their past life their names were:

Chris= William

Wyatt= Andrew

Prue= P. Bowen

Piper= P. Bexter

Phoebe= P. Russel

Victoria= Valerie

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"Child, you will use your magic again. I'm sorry for the circumstances that will lead you to it. But fate must be answered to."

Victoria ran her hand over the old black leather bound spell book her family had had for centuries.

It was so dusty. Her hand came back from it with a long threaded line of dirt over its palm clearly defining the palms lines in white. Her mother had told her many things as a child.

She had told her she would do so many good things with her gifts when she had been a baby. Her mother had been so happy to know her daughter would be such a paragon of goodness. Yet when she'd grown to be a child of four years of age her mother had stopped telling her these things. Instead, her words had been mixed with a sadness, a few rare regrets, and a forewarning that Victoria had believed over the years was mere a superstition.

Now she knew better

Her mother's gift of premonition had seen this very day.

She had known the whole time. Maybe, that was why she had tried to stop her from marrying Mark when she'd called her spirit to her to announce the news to her. Of all people, she had believed her dead mother had the right to know that was getting married. Maybe, she'd thought that if Victoria had never married Mark she would have a way to escape her own fate. That way she wouldn't be ruined by fate.

"You're cursed, Victoria. You will never know what love or happiness is. If you do feel it for even the slightest moment you will pay dearly for it. I'm sorry, my baby. I can't help you at all." her mother had told her the week Victoria had told her that she was going to marry Mark.

She'd remembered those words easily as if they were a tune to an old song that she knew well throughout her life. Those words her mother had already told her years before, but she had to chose to ignore them.

At the time she'd thought it was a strange way to congratulate her for the news. Now, she knew better.

Her mother's words taunted her as she found the page in the spell book that she was looking for. She'd never done anything to bring a curse onto herself in this life. That left the door open for her last lifetime. She took a deep breath and read the spell.

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She opened her sleeping eyes to find herself in the backseat of a car.

She didn't have time to think about what she was doing there before someone opened the door for her and she stepped outside into the world.

A few couples strolled up the stairs past her. All the ladies around her wore brightly colored flapper dresses and the men wore black suites to the occasion.

The couples masqueraded in and out of the red house on the hill of Prescott Street. Laughter and gossip traveled through the air around her along with distant piano tunes as she stood on the gravel. The sun was gleaming down over the ground blinding her as she slowly climbed the stairs to the house.

Three cousins lived in the house and ran a speak easy for the neighborhood. The cousins were like celebrities in the community. Each girl owned her own special beauty and added her own spice to the speak easy.

P. Bowen was well-known in the area for her expert eye in photographs. No one who had ever went to see her for their portraits complained. She captured people in her portraits. Some called her a witch for her talent to do so and declared she would never take their souls if they could help it.

Those few she thought of as fools. It was funny to her that they would take on such a silly superstition.

She herself had never posed for her portrait. She didn't have a partner to stand with her in it or even the money to pay for P. Bowen's expertise. Besides, P. Bowen usually did portraits of lovers. Bowen had even once said that there was more depth to a photograph of lovers then one lonely person smiling for the camera. Lovers portraits were Bowen's forte.

Then there was P. Baxter who's husband played the piano tunes to add the life to the party. Baxter was the perfect hostess at the speak easy. She would make sure everyone was having a good time and that they were all accommodated with the best drinks in town or else her job was never finished.

The townspeople loved her and they loved to gossip about her good name. The best topic of the towns gossip about P. Baxter was of her old flame. The town continuously would make up rants about how he would come back one day and she would run off with him. Everyone had seen P. Baxter with both men and everyone she talked to seemed to favor the man she wasn't with.

Last but not least, was P. Russel. She was the life of the party. She added magic to it with her potions that she gave to people to curse their lovers, start love, or even tell them of their futures. She was the one that people really talked about. Rumors about her usually were true. If an old husband was dead in the county after betraying his wife then everyone knew it had been P. Russel that had done it.

Rumors now were that the cousins were clashing. They weren't as close as they had used to be and it didn't seem that they were going to fix the problem rationally. A few random rumors said that they were going to fix the problem with death. Those rumors had pulled quite a few people to the speak easy that day. Everyone was hoping to see the clash of the titans so to speak.

Many things had brought her.

One in general was hope that P. Russel would give her a potion to stop an attraction to her from an evil man.

As she came to the last few stairs leading to the house she looked over at her reflection in one of the windows. She wore an electric blue flapper dress that swooshed back and forth with its silver beads hanging from the fringe of her knee length skirt. Her hair was a bright blond and was curled back into a silver beaded headdress like the fashion called for.

Nervous energy took over her as she looked up at the manor. Today a bad feeling had spread through her being when she'd decided to come to the manor to ask for help. Something was going to happen here and it wasn't going to be good.

It had been that feeling that had kept her dilly dallying outside the manor. That and the fact that she hated taking help from others. Help. She hated being so weak that she had to accept help from anyone. Her mother had always told her that her stubbornness would get in her way one day.

Right now she wished her mother wasn't always right. She took a breath and ran her hands down her skirt one more time trying to press down any wrinkles that may have just appeared in her anxiety.

"Valerie? What are you doing here?" a voice called.

She turned quickly to meet the all too familiar voices owner. Well, well. William was here, too. Perhaps he needed a spell. Why she had no idea. For all the world that was concerned he was one of the most handsome person she had ever lied eyes on. Or even fallen for.

His longish dark brown hair was slicked back to reveal his heartbreakingly handsome face. His green eyes were so striking that anyone looking into them needed a moment to prepare themselves. His eyes for being such a color of forest green turned colors every time he felt something different. She'd become so acquainted with him that even now she could tell he was surprised to see her there.

Of course, why shouldn't he be? She'd never claimed to like the cousins. They'd always been an open closed subject. It hadn't been that she'd hated them. She like them. It was what they stood for that was what she found scary. Power and witchcraft. She still feared the Salem witch trials coming back. It had always worried her. She liked living peacefully very much as opposed to dying at a burning stake.

Because she also had something she liked to keep a secret. She also had powers. Her powers scared her. She didn't like the responsibility that came with them, and she also hated the demons that tried to kill her at every turn for them.

She'd realized over time that if she only used them when she needed to that she could easily ward off the demons that liked to attack her. Except for one very seductive evil that she was here to try to get rid of.

"Oh, William. So funny to see you here," she replied and gave him a quick warm hug.

They'd grown up together. They'd been through almost everything together when he wasn't out visiting the country with his family. Her mother would always invite him over to their house to visit and have dinner. Her mother had always seen him as a prospective husband for her.

"I thought you hated the cousins?" he asked, leaning against the house.

"Oh, well. I haven't seen you in the longest. Where have you been?" she asked to change the subject, taking a hold of his arm and starting in towards the house.

The last time she'd seen him had been the day they'd first kissed. It had been the best moment of her life up till then. She'd finally learned that he felt the same way about her after all those childhood years of pinning away for him. It'd been perfect.

So perfect that they had done more then kissed.

He'd come over one rainy and they'd been sitting in her solarium. They'd come to a long quiet moment where he'd been too nervous to speak with her. She hadn't known what had come over him. So, she'd started babbling about nothing in general and he had kissed her.

"I've had a lot of family...business. I heard you had a um a caller." he said, nervously.

Andrew.

He'd heard about Andrew.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked away from him. Andrew was the reason she was there that day. To kill off his evil advances. If she could drink a potion to ward off his affections then she would finally be safe from his evil. Then, her family could finally rest in peace.

"Oh, that." she said twirling a strand of her blond curls in her finger. "Don't worry about him. I'm trying to get rid of him actually. I'm hoping that Russel will give me something to stop him from loving me."

"Does such a thing exist?"

"I have no idea. I hope so." she answered, hopefully.

"Are you sure that that is the best way to stop him?" William asked quickly.

"Well, no. I'm only going with hope right now. Plus, Russel doesn't turn anyone away unless they've angered her, of course. Which I haven't," she giggled. "at least not in this life."

"So.."

"So, "she answered. "I was wondering you know...well it was more like pondering what exactly is becoming of us?"

"Oh, that." he seemed even more nervous.

He fidgeted as they went through the threshold of the speak easy. The quiet world outside disappearing into a jarring piano tuned, smoky atmosphere, and crowded parlor. People turned to them interested for a moment and then turned back to their conversations.

His nervousness took a life of its own and entered her bloodstream. She knew that if she wasted her time trying to get answers out of him she would never get to P. Russel. That was the most important commitment at that moment.

She dislodged her arm from his as she started looking over the crowds for her, but saw nothing.

"William, perhaps you can avoid the subject of us next time we meet. Until then. I hope you enjoy the party," she said, quaintly.

Quickly she walked into the crowds masses of tuxedoed men and flapper women.

She didn't look back at him. She didn't want to see how relieved he would be at not having to discuss the last time they'd seen each other. Instead of relief, she missed his look of disappointment.

It didn't take her long to find the solarium where the people had pointed her out to find P. Russel. There a little girl kneeling on the floor crying over a broken dolly. She could have done simple magic to fix the poor girl's dolly but she didn't. Instead, she started to hunt again.

There, of course, was no sign of Russel. She was about to give up and leave when she saw her. She was talking to P. Bowen. She started to make her way over to them, but ran straight into William.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said still moving towards them.

"Valerie, wait."

"I can't. I need to see her," she responded.

William grabbed her arm and hastily ripped her dresses strap.

"William, stop it." she cried.

"I'm sorry, Valerie, but I can't" he said pulling her to him.

"Let go of me. William!" she tried to hit him away from her but he somehow swung her in front of him and took a hold of her other arm as he made her go through the crowd.

Around them people were screaming and running from the manor. Right in front of her eyes she saw P. Bowen breathe ice onto P. Russel and P. Russel waved her hand and produced fire to counter attack her.

They were real witches. They really could help her. With powers like that they could even kill Andrew and then she'd be free.

"William," she yelled over the noise.

"No." he said, dully. He was barely even paying attention to her struggles.

"What? What do you mean no? Let me go!"

Instead of answering, he pulled her outside the back door of the manor.

It was already night. The street was barren of people. It seemed as if everyone had disappeared off the face of the earth except William and herself. Outside, he released her in the alley beside the Manor.

"William, their my only hope. Don't you get that? If I don't go back in there ... I might die or worse. I know you don't believe in magic, but it's real. William, do you remember my admirer? Andrew? Well, he's after me and if I don't get help he's going to hurt me," she told him trying to side step him so she could run back to the manor. But he was matching every step of hers with his own.

"William, I'm scared. Not just for me but for everyone I know." she confessed in a half sob.

"Valerie, I know."

"You don't. There's no way you could know how I feel."

"No, I know," he interrupted, "Andrew. In fact, you could say we're related."

She stopped.

Everything in her stopped. She was dead. There was no way. She couldn't speak. She could only look on at him in horror. She'd loved him and he'd betrayed her. He was betraying her now.

"We're brothers."

"Don't you see the resemblance," a harsh voice asked.

She didn't even look away from William. She knew who had joined them in the moonlight.

Andrew.