AS ALWAYS I DON'T OWN CHARMED. I WISH... THIS IS CHRIS-CROSSED IN BIANCA'S P.O.V.

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"Bianca..."

Yes, mother. Glad you caught on. Shall we play another game in the nonexistent time that I have before the Charmed Ones come and vanquish me?

"In the flesh. Now where's the Grimoire? I have to get the Charmed Ones off my tail fast, I need a spell to do it." I informed her as I turned back to look through other parts of the cabinet.

"I don't understand. How is this possible?" my mother asked, completely bewildered that her four year old daughter was standing in front of her at twenty so years of age.

If it had been me I would have also been bewildered, but right now I didn't have the time to explain everything. It was too long of a story and I had dire things I still needed to take care of. So, we are just going to forget this ever happened and stop the reunion right here and now before anything else can get screwed up.

I could just feel an immense migraine coming on and I really didn't want to deal with it.

I turned back to my mother squarely and looked into her bright blue eyes, "Look, I don't have time fore reunions, okay? And I'm not about to make the same mistake a thousand other demons have made. Now where's the damn book?" I asked, angrily.

Every emotion I had been keeping inside of me and mostly anger was coming out towards her now. I didn't mean it intentionally towards her. She had no idea what mess I had gotten myself into and it was my fault completely. However, she knew that I shouldn't be here and the mention of the Charmed Ones should have tipped her off to the fact that I didn't have time to exchange tearful remembrances, pleasantries, and hugs.

I needed the damn book and I needed it now.

My mother waved her hand. Instantly, the grimoire landed on the table a few feet in front of me. Thank God something was going right for once.

I instantly walked over to the book and picked it up, "Thanks." I said curtly as I started rummaging through the contents of the book. I had no idea where the inhibitions spell was that I needed, but I had to find it quick.

Instantly, I remembered as I leafed through the book that it had been my mother who had wrote the godforsaken spell so she would know where it was and so I asked, "Do you know where the inhibition spell is?"

"How is that gonna help?" my mother asked worry spreading over her forehead and wrinkling it.

Well, at least she wouldn't have to worry about wrinkles for long. Soon she would be dead so she could create the murderer in me. How proud she must really be.

For now she wasn't really helping and I needed help. Why couldn't she just answer one of my questions. Why did she have to skirt the issue and try to figure out my plan of action. She had no part in this. If she did then the future would change because the Charmed Ones would find out and they would change it.

"Look, I know the Charmed Ones." I told her. "I studied their history. This is when they all want their separate lives. If I can release their inhibitions, maybe I can get them to pursue them."

"The spell won't last long."

"It doesn't have to. Just long enough to distract them so I can get what I came for." I replied as I skimmed through the pages and finally found the spell. "Got it. Thanks."

I needed to start the spell and then get myself right to the Manor to get to Chris. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would go into an irreversible coma and then what good would this visit to the past be?

I started to walk towards the kitchen to gather the ingredients but my mother stopped me again.

"Wait! Do you have to leave so soon? Can't I help?"

Oh, you can help alright. You can change my future so I don't lose my mother when I am seven just because you want me to become evil. You can change everything so that I actually don't grow up all demented and wrong inside. You can ignore my destiny and just give me what any other kid deserves.

There was only one thing she was asking me. She wanted to help me divert the witches. In that question, I found one answer that I had to live with forever. I wanted her to help me with that aspect of my destiny.

Maybe, she would.

I turned back to her barely restraining myself from crying. My voice grew hard as I answered her, "Yeah. Someday when I ask you what it feels like to kill, don't lie to me. Don't tell me you don't feel a thing."

I turned away from her hurt and surprised face. She may be hurt now, but she should see what she made me do in the future to come.

I started walking out of the room in order to get a start on what I needed to do. I shimmered away from her sight before she could answer me or reply at all to what I had just said. I couldn't be in the same room with that woman right now. There was no knowing what I would do if I did stay.