A/N: Hope everyone is enjoying my fic. I'd like to thank those who reviewed: kk241289, HollyShadow, behindyou, psychokitty3, xjelliepotatoex. Thanks a bunch! Also, before I start, I want to give some shout-outs to a couple reviewers:

1- Thanks to psychokitty3 who reviewed both chapters. Also, "Why Piper?" will be explained in upcoming chapters.

2- HollyShadow, a lot of people are curious about who the girl is! Just wait and you'll find out.

3- Behindyou, Cryptic, hm? I never thought of it that way. Lol. Well, glad you think so! I actually had to rewrite a bunch of things a couple times to keep things hidden and such.

4- Xjelliepotatoex, Lot's to say! Lol. Where to start? Well, thanks for pointing out the women/woman thing. I always mess those up, no matter how hard I try not to! And don't worry! Leo comes into the story . . . this chapter, actually!! He isn't really in this fic all that often because he's not really needed, but he also pops up in a few other chapters. So no worries.

In general, thanks! Lol. Also, I already have the first 11 chapters typed and waiting. I'll be posting at least one a day since it takes fanfic so long to get the new chapter up. Well, on with the fic and please, enjoy!

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"Found him," Piper said, after nearly a half hour of searching.

Prue stopped pacing and Phoebe turned to look at her. They waited expectantly.

"He goes by the name Black Raven. Nobody knows his real name. He's a warlock, which we knew. He has the power to blink, become invisible, and hypnotize. He's an assassinator working for The Source and-" Piper's face fell. "There's no known way to kill him. He never fails in his missions, either. And if he does, the Source forgives him and grants him permission to keep trying until his victim is dead."

"This is so not sounding good for us," Phoebe grumbled, walking to the antique couch they kept in the attic and plopping down on it.

"But he thinks you're dead, right? So he won't come after you again for a while. That should give us enough time to make a spell and potion and, if all else fails, we have the Power of Three spell," Prue replied.

"But why go after me? All three of us were separated yesterday. Why choose me?" Piper asked, shuddering. She really didn't want to know, to be honest. But it made her curious.

"Maybe the Source felt that, at P3, you're more secluded than Prue, who works at photo shoots. And it's more secluded than even the Manor, where Leo could orb in any second and you and Prue could come walking in at any second, or someone could come to the door," Phoebe suggested.

"Still. What gets me more is that girl. How'd she know to be there to rescue me? And-"Piper paused, frowning. "I'm pretty sure she was already inside the club when I got there. I would have seen her orb in, even if she had hid. Plus, she was so secretive. Why was it so important she hide her identity from me?"

No one spoke. None of them had any reasonable explanations for all of Piper's questions. A Whitelighter wouldn't have hidden in the club, waiting for the attack. A Whitelighter would have warned her beforehand. And, a Whitelighter would have allowed Piper to see their face. They wouldn't have hid.

"We need Leo. He needs to check with the Elders, see if They know anything," Prue said.

Piper nodded slowly. "Leo," she called. "Leo, we need you."

Blue and white orbs filled the room and materialized into Leo. He smiled and went to kiss Piper when he caught the look on her face. He glanced at Prue and Phoebe and saw their faces, too.

"What happened?"

Prue quickly filled Leo in on everything from Phoebe's premonition to what happened at the club and what they had been discussing.

Leo frowned, trying to get everything to sink in. He glanced worriedly at his wife, then spoke to all three of them. "I'll check with the Elders, see if They know anything about the Black Raven or this girl. Don't do anything until I get back; I'll try to be quick." He kissed Piper's cheek and orbed out.

Piper slammed the Book shut and paced the attic, floorboards creaking under her feet. This was so frustrating and she hated the feeling of helplessness building inside her. She was so lost in her thoughts, she barely heard her sisters speaking to her. The only thing that broke her from her trance was the ringing of the doorbell.

"I'll get it," Piper grumbled, thankful for a distraction from her worries. She swiftly exited the attic and took the steps two at a time, down to the second floor, then the first floor. At the front door, she took a deep breath and let it out, then opened the door. She blinked, a little surprised.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

In front of her stood a girl in her mid teens with chocolate brown hair that fell to mid-back in soft waves. Her eyes were a hazel green and almond shaped and her skin was lightly tanned. She wore low cut, faded jeans, a white tank top, and black flip-flops. She had a pair of car keys in her hand, although Piper was sure the girl was too young to drive. She took a guess and figured the girl to be about fifteen.

"Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but my car broke down. I've been walking for at least an hour and now I'm completely lost," she said in the calmest voice Piper had ever heard.

"An hour? Why didn't you just go to one of the houses closer to where your car broke down?" Piper asked, frowning.

The girl shrugged, an almost embarrassed smile on her face. "I tried, but either the people weren't home or they wouldn't let me in for some reason."

Piper began to grow suspicious, but she nodded and stepped aside to allow the girl entrance into the house. She smiled gratefully and walked inside. Piper closed the door and turned to face her. "There's a phone in the kitchen. Right this way," and let the girl to the kitchen.

One there, she handed the girl the phone. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Ice water, if you have it, please," she said, sounding ever so grateful. It was hot out today and she was really thirsty. She took the phone and dialed, waited, then spoke. She paused once in awhile before speaking again, than said a quick thank you and hung up. She turned to Piper. "The guy said they'd go get my car and tow it over here to pick me up. Shouldn't be long."

Piper nodded and handed her the ice water. "So, are you even old enough to drive?" she finally asked, unable to hold it back any longer.

The girl took a long sip of water before replying. "Yeah. I just got my license three weeks ago." She sipped the water again.

"Oh." Piper stared at her for a moment, a sudden thought coming across her mind. But she let it slide. "I'm Piper, by the way." She held her hand out.

She shook Piper's hand. "Nice to meet you," was all she said in reply, before turning away to admire the kitchen.

"What's your name?" Piper asked, wondering why the girl hadn't told her already. The girl, however, ignored her. "Excuse me," she said irritably.

"Hm?" The girl turned back around to face her, smiling innocently and as if she hadn't heard Piper's question.

Piper was about to ask again when Prue and Phoebe came barreling into the kitchen.

"Piper, the Bla- oh . . ." Phoebe stopped in mid-sentence, spotting the girl. She smiled. "Hi. I didn't know we had company."

The girl smiled back at her.

"We need to talk. In the living room . . . alone," Prue said to Piper, who nodded.

"Uhm, why don't you just . . . go get cleaned up or something," Piper told the girl. "The bathroom is upstairs on the second floor. You'll spot it pretty quickly."

The girl nodded and put her glass down on the table.

"Here, I'll take that for you," Phoebe said, moving to pick it up so she could put it in the sink.

The girl quickly snatched up the glass and darted from the room, going upstairs.

"Well, that was weird," Phoebe commented, turning to Piper. Prue followed Phoebe's lead and glanced at Piper.

Piper put her hands up in front of herself. "Don't look at me. She said her car broke down and I let her in to use the phone. She didn't even tell me her name." Her hands fell back to her sides.

"That's a little weird, isn't it?" Prue asked, brushing hair from her face.

"Well . . . But that's not the weirdest part." Sighing, Piper told her sisters everything from the moment she opened the front door.

"Okay, that's definitely weird," Phoebe replied. "And how long does it take to wash up?

Nodding, Piper and Prue followed Phoebe upstairs and to the bathroom door. They knocked, but the girl didn't answer. When Phoebe tried to open it, it was locked.

"Okay, this is creepy," Phoebe said, shivering.

A noise coming from the attic startled them. They turned to look at each other before running to the attic. Piper got there first and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Prue and Phoebe nearly ran into her because she had stopped so suddenly.

The girl smiled at them. "This book is so cool," she said. She was flipping through the pages of the Book of Shadows.