Some time later, Cole arrived at the manor, obviously concerned and worried.

"What's going on?" he demanded, rushing in. He surveyed the sorrow-filled faces of Leo, Prue, and Piper and his blue eyes flashed. "Where's Phoebe?"

Prue got up, and walked over to him.

"Cole...we went out to P3 tonight, but Phoebe stayed home. A...a vampire came and....we weren't here." She paused, and Cole's eyes widened.

"No..." he said, barley audible.

"Cole, Phoebe's gone. I am so sorry."

Cole slowly stumbled into the conservatory and collapsed into a wicker chair.

"Oh, no. Not Phoebe. Not her."

Prue, Piper, and Leo followed him in and sat down.

"I'm sorry too, Cole, but there's nothing we can do. It hurts for us too, don't forget." Piper said coolly.

Then, all of a sudden, Cole bolted up out of the chair. "Are you sure she's dead?"

Piper and Prue starred at him. "What do you mean? She's dead, she really is." Prue said, shocked.

"Maybe she isn't. She could rise again." Cole whispered.

Phoebe's body lay on the dark attic floor. It lay there, un-moving, un-breathing, totally dead. But there was something different about her body.

It began to convulse, rocking up and down. That was when her eyes flashed open and she rose up, fast and smooth. She stared around at the cluttered attic.

"What the hell?" She hissed, her fangs glistening in the deep blackness. She narrowed her eyes.

She scanned the room, spotting the Book of Shadows up on the pedestal. Her memory began to come back to her.

"I'm hungry...and I smell witches." She smiled. "Oh, they're my sisters, too. Now, isn't that just grand? Witch blood on the menu."

She stood up, easily and effortlessly. She felt power racing through her body like a lightning bolt. She cracked her knuckles, inspecting her clothing and body.

"Ugh, how dull." She closed her eyes, mumbling words under her breath. There was a flash of light, and bam, she had a new image.

"I call it my: New-kick-ass-evil-vampire Plan." She said, chuckling. She now wore a blood red tube top with skintight black leather pants.

"Nice. That's what I call style. Now for dinner."

"It would be so typical for Phoebe to turn bad now." Cole complained. Piper, Prue and Leo stared at him.

"Well, you know. I was bad, now I'm good. Phoebe was good, now she might become bad. That is, if she becomes a vampire."

"Um, ok then." Prue said, raising her eyebrows.

After learning that Phoebe could rise again as a vampire, Leo had warned them not to go charging up into the attic.

"She could be waiting for you," he had advised.

Now they sat in the conservatory, waiting.

"So, Cole, do you know anything about this vamp?" Prue asked.

"No, I wish I did. It'd be dead by now if I had known him, or her." Cole's gaze hardened. "If I was still demon I could have gone down and found out more, but, you know.."

They all sat in silence until Cole proposed a plan.

"Hey! I could...I could contact Madria," he said, more to himself than to the others.

"Madria?" Piper asked, intrigued.

"Yeah, Madria. She's an expert vampire hunter. She's been in the business since she was 15." A slight smile played on Cole's lips. "She knows what she's doing. Smart, strong, and attractive. It all works."

"Is she good or evil?" Leo asked, shifting his weight from side to side.

"Mainly good, but she's got enough bad in her. Don't worry, she won't be a problem to you. If you hate vampires, she likes you." Cole finished.

"Well, sounds good to me. Call her up." Piper nodded, pleased. "I wanna see that asshole of a vampire get what he deserves."

"Hey now, play nice sister. 'That asshole of a vampire' is like, basically, my daddy." A voice called out from the hall.

"Phoebe!" Prue and Piper uttered at the same time, jumping up.