"Wyatt?" she asked, in a half ass attempt of the only remaining hope inside of her soul.

"I think you know better then that," he responded. Then he kissed her wrist and proved to her that she was living her worst nightmare with one single word. "Nymphet."

All hope failed. Her stomach turned in despair as she watched him grinning at her. He would never let go of her. She'd been fooling herself thinking it was over. How could she have even believed that he would let her bypass him? Stupid, so stupid. She cursed herself as she looked into his blue eyes.

His luminous blue eyes were as hard and cold of a blue gray as the marble gravestones that she had used to use for grave rubbings. They showed her the only feeling that he's ever had towards her. Lust.

His eyes, for being Wyatt's, were so different. They were so cold and so capricious. Wyatt's had been warm underneath his worry and mistrust.

He really had evolved. Good for him, she though hysterically as Andrew smiled down on her. She'd never have the chance to evolve.

"Andrew, how?"

She could barely speak she was in so much shock. She'd give anything for the ruthless resolve of vengeance she'd had earlier when she'd went after Wyatt. All that came was her own self-doubt and fatigue.

"I knew you'd figure it out one day. So, I placed a spell on the ring so that whenever my future self put it on to save you I'd take his place. I knew he'd feel the same way about you as I did. So I knew my plan would never fail," he informed her.

Wyatt was gone. Somewhere else. He was gone because of her. But he had never loved her. Andrew was wrong about that one. Really, really wrong.

"Thanks to you for that," Andrew laughed, cheerfully. "So, how did you get him? Was it your old endearing self, did you give him those big blue eyes and ask for his help, or did you exchange services?" he asked as lowering his eyes to look over her body in reference to his last assumption.

"You bastard!" she cried, hitting him in his chest in anger.

He took his chance to have her in his arms then. He quickly got a hold of her with his one arm slung around her shoulders and the other tightly holding her body to his by resting his hand on her stomach. Her arms were squished in between his and she could do nothing to push him away from her. She glared angrily at the world around them with her back pressed to his hard chest.

"Where is he now?" she asked, roughly trying to break his hold on her.

"Who?" he asked, blankly.

"You know who I'm referring to! Stop acting stupid and answer me. You owe me that."

"Oh, you've changed, haven't you?" he asked, kissing her neck lightly. "Oh, we'll have all the time in the world to see just how much you've changed."

"Never," she hissed.

"Shhh. It's only a matter of time," he told her as his kisses dipped lower to her shoulders.

"Where's Wyatt?" she asked again.

She didn't use her magic against Andrew. She knew that whatever he'd done to her, and wherever he'd taken her her magic wouldn't work in the same way. She knew him far too well to just believe he'd given her a sleeping potion. He must've spiked the potion to relax her powers from use for at least the small remainder of time she had left. He wasn't stupid enough to believe she would wake up with him and not try to kill him after everything he had done to her.

"Oh, he's running from the cousins about now. You remember them, don't you? I seem to recall you had the notion that I'd let you close enough to them to have them help you vanquish me. Whatever made you think such a thing?"

"Why are the cousins after him?"

"Well, since you were dead by then you don't know this."

"Know what?" she asked, annoyed with all the cryptic talk.

"They found you and William's bodies minutes after you died. I was unfortunately still there and they came after me. Soon, he'll die and take my place," he told her.

"What?" she cried.

It was perfect. It was ingenious even. He'd created the perfect murder, and along the way he had found a way to live forever. If you looked at his plan in a sick and demented way that it.

He smiled, "Thank you for another chance at life, Victoria. Especially, as a Charmed one."

"No," she whispered.

Wyatt was going to exchange places alright. Just not with the right person. He was going to end up dead and it was all because of her. Not only had she somehow endangered his life and everyone else, but she had set loose an evil the world wasn't ready to handle. Given time she didn't doubt that Andrew would destroy the world and all she could do was stand and watch it happen. Until his curse killed her, of course.

He shushed her. "Now, now. I'm here with you now."

"No," she repeated feeling as if she were trapped in her own personal hell.

"I risked everything to get back to you."

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she replied, sarcastically.

"I did. For a good reason, I see. You're so much more stronger now. Even more beautiful then in your last life. Looks like I go the best of both worlds," he joked.

"You're sick, you know that? You need to get your head checked."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Maybe so, but I couldn't have dreamed that in this life you'd be exactly what I needed. Too bad Wyatt and I didn't exchange earlier."

"I'm not yours," she reminded him.

"Soon."

"Haven't we had this argument before? Shouldn't you have learned from it? You know you are supposed to evolve from life to life not regress," she told him.

She smiled as she felt him go ridged being her. She knew she had somehow hit a nerve. She'd have to remember that for future reference. Then, he released his sturdy hold over her by pushing her away.

"I should have, but I was planning on one technicality."

"Yeah, well you planned in vain if you thought I'd fall instantly in love with you and ride off into the sunset with your sorry ass," she told him laughing bitterly.

"I didn't plan in vain, Valerie. Or should I say Victoria?" he asked.

"Oh, and why is that?" she asked, sitting on the ledge of the veranda.

"Your bloodlust. It makes you so much more susceptible to me. Even now it's taking all your energy to resist me."

"You bastard!" she cried, angrily trying to dismiss his words.

"Ah, am I lying, Victoria?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

She shook her head and looked into the black pit around her. The veranda was gone now. They were now in the center of a white plane. There was nothing but them in the white plane. Slowly, it changed though and the sky or whatever you could call it above them bled red down around them until it took a hold of the whole area around them and all that could be seen as far as the eye could see was red.

Her emotions boiled inside of her.

He was right. She knew it and he knew it. Even now being here with him somehow something inside of her had awaken. It was hard to resist this alien feeling inside of her. It was even harder to resist him.

"You missed me, didn't you? I made your life interesting pursuing you like I did. I made you feel alive and you haven't felt like that ever since. Admit you enjoyed the chase," he asked her, seductively.

"You killed my family, my friends, and my fiancé! Everyone I ever cared about you've destroyed. That wasn't interesting that was horrifying!" she cried, getting up and walking into the plane of blood red.

There was something else he had done. Something that he had done recently that she couldn't remember. It had happened fast. It had been why she was still so very angry at him now. It was how he had brought her here, but she couldn't remember it at all. All she could remember was blood on her fingers as she tried to protect herself from him.

There was one other thing more terrorifying to her then not being able to remember past events. It was the longer she was there the harder it was to stay angry with him. It was harder to remember everything that he had done to her. She knew that in their past life he had done something terrible to her and that was how it had all began, but now it was like trying to remember a vague dream she had had years ago. It barely was there.

"Now that was only a wake up call."

"What? Are you really that insane to think I would believe that?" she asked, amused.

"I needed to make you find me again before it was too late. The curse did its purpose. As I recall, you only have a few more moments left of this life. So you'd better choose wisely this time. Now which is it, Victoria? Love me and live to see the rest of your life, or die?" he offered the decision to her coming to stand right in front of her.

She could barely think. Whatever had always made him irresistible to her before was meddling with her again. It was all she could do to even try to think.

"You call everything you did for me love?" she asked.

"Yes, even though you don't see it that way."

"Clearly," she cried.

He softened a moment and took her hand in his, "You're still angry about all their deaths?"

"No duh, Sherlock!"

He laughed and drew over the palm of her hand with his fingertips, "Death comes to everyone. This way it was easier on you. Now, think of everything that you will miss if you choose to die and be buried with them. Think of the life that you would be leaving behind. You can make new friends, Victoria. Together we can even make a family."

"How enticing," she relied. She didn't know if it was a bitter opposing response or not as she looked up into his deep blue eyes.

Instantly, the red glowing plane they were standing in disappeared.

Nature took its place. They both stood in the woods way behind her house. Here she could barely see the veranda.

A small green lake was beside them with small waves churning down the stream that the sun glowed off of. Wind blurred through the leaves of trees and twisted around them as she heard the sounds of animals in the forest. It was soothing her as she looked at the place she knew like the back of her hand.

On the other side of the lake was a child playing. Her reddish brown hair framed her heart shaped face in curls and her blue-violet eyes glowed happily as she crowned the mound of dirt and rocks beside her a majestic castle. Victoria realized slowly that the child she was watching was herself.

It was a creepy thing to realize that.

"Why are you showing me this?" she asked as she turned back to him.

"To prove to you the extent of my love."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Look for yourself," he told her as he waved his hand to the other bank of the lake to where her child self was playing.

Victoria stared at his calm face. It was hard to take her eyes away from his. How could he even love her? He was evil.

A sudden motion grabbed her attention as she looked back at the child version of herself. An evil, ugly goblin was taking her dolls. When she saw her favorite doll, Mindie, being taken she'd had enough. The child version of herself started a tug of war with the ugly green goblin. It was then that there were three other ugly, fast moving and angry goblins that came to the one taking Mindie's defense.

She saw herself cry out as they started to scratch her arms and face in the fight with their insanely long unsanitary claws. It was then that a flash of gold appeared in the woods.

It blinded the child version of herself and she let go of the doll to cover her eyes while the goblins shrieked in pain. Then, the golden light disappeared as well as the goblins.

Her child self looked around the lake in confusion and then got up and ran back to her house with her dollies in tow.

"I was there for you always."

"You've been dead how could you have protected me?" she whispered.

"We both know how resourceful I am. I found a way to follow you in all your lives to be able to protect you from any outside forces."

"Oh, really? Why do that if your curse was going to kill me anyways?"

He touched her cheek gently with his other hand, "I always had hope one day you'd come to your senses."

"But I haven't." she told him. Then she asked. "Did those outside influences include everyone at my wedding?"

"Yes."

"And you don't feel any guilt for what you've done?"

"It's all been for the greater good."

"Right, the greater good. For being human you take being selfish to a whole new level," she informed him angered at his lack of sanity.

"You thought you loved him, didn't you?" he asked. "That's why you're making this so hard."

As he asked her they appeared again back at the veranda. The very scene of her crime against him for loving someone else. The very place where he had killed everyone she knew who were 'outside forces'.

"I don't know," she said, truthfully.

"You weren't meant to meet him. That was only an accident of fate." he told her quietly.

She laughed, "You were an accident of fate."

The whole time she'd been calling for a weapon. Anything as long as it would kill him. Her powers didn't work though and she was stuck in hell with him. Then, as she looked down at the ground she saw it glint . A knife was hiding in his pocket. Before he could even react she had it in her hand.

Then, she was pressing it to his neck as hard as she could without cutting him yet.

She swore he wouldn't live again. Not if she could help it. Not if she was going to die in this hell too.

"Wait," he told her touching the blade lightly. "Wait."

"Why should I? Like you said I only have a few moments to live in this world. Why not make the most of them and take care of a little unfinished business?" she asked, fiercely.

"Because if you kill me he will never have a chance to return. Then, what will you do? You will be alone again. The companions you've made of the Charmed Ones will turn against you. You will be on your own," he warned.

She knew what he said was true. She was screwed. It was as simple as that. They were all screwed.

Somehow, she was having a hard time figuring out who the Charmed Ones were that he spoke of.

He took the knife quickly and safely from her grip and it disappeared in his hand. All she could do was nothing. Tears of defeat fell down her face as Victoria admitted it to herself. She was alone. The only person in the world that was with her was a murderer of everyone she loved. He was also the only one trying to win her over. Where was the sanity in that?

He touched her tears cascading down her cheeks, "Such a humane thing to do is to cry,"

"What do you expect from me? I'm human!" she cried, pulling away from his touch.

"I know. I intend to use that against you," he replied.