Phoebe stared the Source in the eyes. This was it. They both knew that one of them would not come out of this battle alive. Each one believing that the other would meet his or her downfall. It wouldn't start till she was fully ready, both had too deep of a respect for one another. An odd respect, especially for evil and good, was developed between the two.

Phoebe saw her sisters, Leo, Cole, and Jamie out of the corner of her eye. "Get out of here now, all of you!" Phoebe yelled to the group of people behind her.

"Leo, you take Piper and Paige back to the house," Prue told their white lighter. "We'll meet you back there later," Prue finished up.

"But Prue..." Piper began, wanting to argue with her decision.

"No buts Piper, we'll be up in a little while," Prue replied, noting the angry and worry that flashed through Piper's eyes.

Piper was fuming on the inside; she deserved to be there as much as Prue did. After all, Piper had lost her sister just as Prue did. She had just found her sister same as Prue, so how come she had to leave. She nodded her head to Prue that she would leave, but she would definitely have a talk with Prue once this was over.

Piper, holding Paige up, looked back at Phoebe as she walked away with Leo.

Phoebe noticed that Prue, Cole, and Jamie were still standing in their same spots. She knew that there was no way that she was going to get them to leave. They want to watch, Phoebe thought to her, then that's their choice, can't say I didn't warn them.

This is it, no turning back now, Phoebe thought to herself. She once again stared into the Source's eyes. Now was the time to begin. Her head nodded and the Source charged forward. His sword swung to Phoebe's right. Phoebe blocked it. The Source swung around to the left. Again Phoebe blocked it.

As the battle between good and evil continued, the two began to dance with each move made. One's move would complete the other one's move. It was an art form to watch. Prue began to notice that Phoebe had a very odd connection to the Source, an unexplainable one.

It was noticed by all watching that the Source suddenly stopped moving, stopped fighting. The same thing was done by Phoebe. Both were standing still, not moving an inch.

This is it; Phoebe knew what was getting ready to happen. She knew what she had to do and she was ready for what she had to do.

The Source started muttering something under his breath. As he continued with his continuous muttering, he began to grow bigger. The Source was changing, morphing into pure evil, a bigger, more hideous creature than before.

Phoebe closed her eyes. She concentrated on the growing feeling deep within herself, the feeling of pure evil. The feeling that she gave into in her past life, and the one she has given into in her future, when she killed that baseball player.

Phoebe felt the black empty void begging to consume her. It was taking over. She felt herself begin to change.

Phoebe opened her eyes. They were black. The Source let out a loud hearty laugh. He knew she would do it. He wanted her to do it and did it she did.

The swords were thrown to the ground. Cole and Jamie both realized what had just happened. They turned to each other with looks of fear and shock on their faces.

Phoebe and the Source had both produced some kind of more enhanced forms off energy and fireballs. It was now a larger battle of power and wits.

Balls were thrown back and forth by both opponents. The dance was continued in a new form, a higher form of more power.

The audience of three speechlessly watched on the sidelines as the spectacle continued. All three waiting for the end and hoping against hope that the one they loved would be the one to come out alive.

The balls of energy and other such forces being thrown began hitting their marks. However accurately hit, the target remained standing and fighting.

That is, until Phoebe did a diving roll and the ground and came up, producing one of the swords. She pegged it, blade, which she put some of her power into, forward at the Source. As the Source proceeded to dodge the flinging powerful sword, Phoebe produced the second sword. This sword was glowing black. The Source, unaware that Phoebe had also grabbed the second sword, walked right into the trap that Phoebe had set for him. As soon as he hit his mark, Phoebe came around from behind and thrust the sword forward.

The Sourced looked down and saw the pointed end of the sword protruding from his stomach. He was fascinated by the fact that it was black. At that moment he knew that Phoebe was the moments evilest creature ever to live. That was the only way she could have turned it black. He did it; he accomplished what he had set out to do.

The Source turned to dust around the blackened blade. Phoebe turned back to the still unspoken audience of three. Who all noticed how black Phoebe's eyes had turned.

"Cole, take Prue back to the Manor. Prue, go find the page in the Book of Shadows that contains the power-stripping potion now and hurry, before it is to late. I'll try and contain her until you get back," Jamie ordered.

Cole and Prue rushed off out of the room. Jamie looked back at Phoebe, "Hoy sht, what am I going to do now?" Jamie said as Phoebe started walking towards him slowly with the black sword still in hand.