I just WISHED I owned Charmed.
They've only just met Paige, in this story, and I have no idea where Leo is ¬ ¬
Chapter 1
"Phoebe?" Piper asked her sister, leaning close to get her attention "You okay?"
"It's nothing" Phoebe pasted a cheery smile on her face, determined to not let Piper get worried.
"Right" Piper however, looking unconvinced. She folded her arms and fixed Phoebe with a look that would have done their late sister proud.
"I probably just caught something. Lot's of bugs going 'round you know..." Phoebe laughed half-heartedly, cringing at her sister's expression.
"Go lie down" Piper commanded, frowning again at the younger woman before padding of to the kitchen.
"That wasn't TOO hard" Phoebe let out a sigh of relief before slumping on the couch, tucking her hand behind her head
'One demon down another lifetime of them to go' she thought, eyes sliding half shut. Only to jerk them open again as her sight went dark, like just before she had a vision. However, after a few seconds, it cleared again and she blinked in confusion as the room came into focus.
'Well that was wei-" She was cut off as she was abruptly yanked into a vision. However, it seemed like she had two pairs of eyes. One was seeing a blurred living room, the other, a glimpse of the future.
"Please, no!" Was the first thing Phoebe heard, the crowd parting as a blonde woman was yanking into the street. Phoebe glanced around. It wasn't familiar, and she couldn't place any of the people. Her sight sharpened on the pale person, who was being pulled up by her hair, then being shown to the crowd.
"What is she?" A voice yelled. It was harsh and female. Phoebe knew it somehow, but she couldn't put the voice to a face.
"A witch!" The crowd yelled back, several cries of 'Kill her' rang through the crowd and phoebe's body shivered in reaction to the bloodthirsty words.
"I beg of you, please don't, if you are truly a-" The woman begged, unable to choke out the last word. The arc and circle pendant bounced cheerily at her throat, in complete contrast to the scene.
"She must suffer the consequences" The dark-haired woman holding her snarled. There was a flash, and the witch lay dead on the floor. Blood pooled around the pale head, and the woman shrugged, tugging on the cloak on her shoulders.
"That is that" She turned to the crowd. Let that be a warning to you! No witch is safe from me!" She howled. But now, Phoebe did not hear these words. The woman was looking at her.
'So obvious...the voice, the hair' the woman advanced towards Phoebe, yet now she was not a stranger to the youngest Halliwell. She was-
"Prue?" came the strangled cry.
Piper started at the scream that came from the living room. Dropping everything, she pelted into the room she had left Phoebe in. Phoebe was draped over the armrest, deathly still but her eyes wide open and screaming in want sounded like pain and fear.
'But from what?" Piper thought, shaking her 'baby' sister in a bid to wake her up.
"Come on, Phebes" Phoebe blinked, and then grabbed Piper's hand. And Piper saw black.