Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own anything, except Madria, who appears later on in the story. She's all mine, I based her on one of my friends, actually. Okay, on with the story..... :D

Chapter 1:

Phoebe woke up with a start.

"Prue? Piper? Is that you?"

Silence.

"Anyone?"

Nothing.

Phoebe groaned, plopping her head back down on the couch. She had fell asleep on a rare night of nothing to do. Cole was off somewhere, and Prue and Piper had gone out to P3 for the night.

"You coming, Pheebs?" Prue had asked while pulling on a light jacket over her V-neck black dress.

"Nah. Peace and quiet around here, for once. Demon free. I figured I might as well treasure it."

"You sure?" Prue persisted just as Piper rushed in, huffing.

"Where is Leo? Hasn't he orbed in yet?" she exclaimed furiously.

"You know, that whole 'orb' talk about Leo- it's kinda...disturbing-now that I think about it. You know what I mean?" Phoebe thought aloud, ignoring Piper's glare.

"Oh sure." Piper grumbled sarcastically. Flinging her hands up in the air, she hissed, "Well, I'm leaving. Leo'll just have to meet us at P3."

"Hopefully nothing urgent is going on Up There." Prue contemplated, gesturing upwards.

Piper, calming herself, gritted her teeth. "We're married. I want a normal life, where Leo can just be here for me. He can be here...and go with me to P3...and everything."
Phoebe shook her head. "Honey, we've been over this. We're the Charmed Ones. Whether or not you think it's a curse or a gift, we have to live with it."

"And hey-that's what you get for marrying an angel." Prue said, eyes sparkling.

Piper rolled her eyes. "Oh, he's some angel," but she smiled nevertheless.

Phoebe wondered how things were going with her sisters at P3, which was Piper's hot club in town. She was so exhausted, though, that she was extremely glad that she hadn't gone. From vanquishing Cole's inner demon, Belthazor, to saving the usual batch of Innocents, and gaining new powers, she and her sisters had gone through a lot since they had first become witches. Phoebe could have premonitions of the past and future, and she could levitate. She remembered a long time ago when she was first learning about her powers that she had wished to be able to fly. She grinned. Levitation was almost as cool as flying. Hey, it's totally kick ass, she thought. Prue had to power of telekinesis, which was moving objects, or evil demons and warlocks, with her mind. She could also astral project, which was the ability to be in two places at once. Piper's newest power was to blow up enemies. She could also freeze things with a flick of her hand.

Phoebe, no longer tired, heaved herself up off the couch. That was when she heard it again. Phoebe was instantly on guard, poised and ready for a fight. She gingerly crept forward, pushing a strand of her brown hair back out of her face. She entered the hallway, cautiously looking around. Her eyes widened in sudden fear when she saw that the door to the manor was slightly ajar. All was still, not a breeze to batter outside. Phoebe tip-toed forward, carefully closing the door. Leaning against it, she took a deep breath, then gasped when she heard a creak from the kitchen. Pausing, she scowled.

"Oh, screw this. Too horror-movie-ish for me."

She charged into the kitchen, fists balled up.

And again, nothing. Only darkness.

She flicked on the light switch, gazing around the room intently.

"Come out, come out, whoever, or whatever, you are." she called out softly.

A loud shriek erupted and a human-like creature launched itself onto Phoebe. It had been on the wall, Spider-Man style, looking down at her with hungry red eyes.
Phoebe instinctively kicked upwards at the monster, knocking him, or her, against the wall. She rolled onto her side, swung her legs around, and leaped up gracefully.

"Beat that, Buffy," she said, grinning.

Phoebe saw out of the corner of her eye the strange demon pulling itself up as if it had fallen off a large cliff.

Am I that strong? Phoebe pondered, raising her eyebrows.

The thing was weak. It looked- it looked like a vampire.

"Buffy indeed. Where's my stake?" Phoebe levitated up into the air, beaming at the powerful feeling, and flung herself at the vamp. The vamp was too quick, though. It seemed to have regained much of its lost energy. It pounced right at Phoebe, baring its fangs. They collided, with Phoebe getting the bunt of it. She landed hard on the floor, buckled over.

"Ooh–no fair!!" she grumbled, rubbing her soar knees. She finally got a good look at the vamp, who was eyeing her viciously from across the hall. It was a very pale male vamp who was dressed in an all black business suit. Phoebe was briefly reminded of an evil Cole. She brushed away the thought, and got up, facing the vamp.

"So, what do you want Dracula?"

"Your blood, witch!" he snarled, flashing his pearly white fangs at her.

"Sorry, no donations today. Maybe next week?"

"I don't have time for your foolishness, witch."

"You know, I do have a name-" Phoebe began indignantly.

"Shut up!" he hollered, and, at super speed, bounded towards her.

Phoebe had no time to react. He rammed into her, not waiting a second to bite her.

She screamed. She felt the blood being drained from her neck. The vampire drank it eagerly, and Phoebe felt like she was going to be swallowed up.

Then the blackness came, as she let out her last breath.