A/N: Haha – Does evil dance. – My last chapter – specifically the last line – had exactly the reaction I had hoped for! Don't you all just love me? – Looks at the long line with people who want to smack her. – Guess not . . . I'll just move on to the reviewer thank-you's then – it's safer. Lol.

CuteLittleBritt, I love being evil, so you'll have to wait to find out the answers to all your questions on your own

PiPeRAnGeL39, Thanks! Glad you like it!

Piper xox Leo, Lol. Glad you like it. Unfortunately, there are no plans – as of yet – to bring Leo back. I'm sorry, and I hope you continue to read despite that.

Bubble Gum, Sighs. – I'm gonna be so dead, or at least oxygen deprived, by the end of this fic. But go ahead. I think you're fourth in line now. Lol.

C.Charmed24/7, - Wide eyes scan down all the 'UPDATE!"s – Wow. Lol. Well, I'm updating! So don't have a stroke, please, too many papers, too many lawyers. It's not pretty ;

Christine Marquez, I get what you mean, lol. And that's good! It's good to feel something when reading something. We just discussed this, and why, during my creative writing class today.

BlueOrbs998, I'm so glad you enjoyed it so much! And I will say one thing, and I'm –hopefully – not giving anything away – but you were one of the closest ones to guessing how Melinda orbed. Congrats! Thanks for adding me to your favorites list! And thanks for the review!

Anyone else want to join the "Strangle Mysterious Midnight" line? It gets longer and longer each chapter . . . Hm. Anyway, sorry for the delay. I had a migraine for three days, and so much hw that I've been up until midnight each night. As it is, I shouldn't be updating today. I have a newspaper article to be writing. So if this chapter is short or sucky, I'm sorry but I'm on a schedule, but I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer to find out what happened. And btw, this chapter is short! Sorry! So, enjoy and please review!

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"Piper, what's wrong?" Phoebe asked, eyes wide and filled with worry and fear.

"The kids!" Piper cried.

"The kids? What's wrong with the kids?" Phoebe asked, confused.

Piper blinked and looked at the bed again. Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda were sitting on the bed, looking dumbstruck and scared as hell. Was their mom – or, Auntie, in Melinda's case – going crazy?

The kids, it appeared, were fine.

Piper looked at Phoebe, feeling like she was being ripped into tiny pieces. What the hell was going on? Was this some supernatural game of Clue? Who: The Demons. Where: Halliwell Manor. Why?: Undetermined. It was driving her insane!

"Piper-?" Phoebe said gently.

"Kids, lets go downstairs. Phoebe we need to talk – again!" Piper said, leading the way downstairs.

Piper had the kids sit on the couch and she and Phoebe went to the dining room, where they could see the children but the children couldn't hear them. Quickly, Piper explained what she had seen.

"If we don't figure this out soon, it won't matter because I'll have gone insane!" Piper exclaimed. "But where do we start? And how? I don't want to scare the kids anymore than they already are scared, but we can't let them leave our site, either."

Phoebe frowned. "Well, we could work in here and they could watch TV in there."

Piper nodded. "Right."

Phoebe took Piper's hand and gently led her to the dining room table and they sat.

"Now, calmly, tell me what you saw," Phoebe said.

Piper took a deep breath and nodded. She told Phoebe of her – for lack of better word – vision. She didn't leave any detail out, as it may be important later on.

Phoebe couldn't speak right away, after Piper had finished. It took her a minute to find the words.

"I think the demons want our kids. Take it from someone who's had vision for a long time. I've gotten good at interpreting them, and I think I'm on the money with this one."

"But why? If all the demons but them are destroyed, then they can't bring back Evil by themselves unless they're really powerful. And if that's true, then our kids are no threat to them. There will be no need for them to become the Charmed Ones," Piper replied, more confused then ever.

Suddenly, the kids screamed.

Piper and Phoebe exchanged horrified looks before running back to the living room. Lying on the floor, twisting and cringing in pain, was a girl. She was maybe sixteen or seventeen, wearing low cut blue jeans, a black tank top, and navy blue flip-flops. Her brown hair was tangled and disheveled.

In her stomach, an arrow covered in black goop.

"Oh my god, a Darklighter's arrow?" Phoebe asked, eyes widening. She and Piper leaned down next to the girl.

The girl tried to speak, but couldn't. She gasped and cringed, then looked at them.

"N-not just a Darklighter is behind this," she croaked. "T-the demons are many a-and-" She coughed, a hacking, dry cough. "The demons-"

The girls cringed and writhed in pain, unable to speak for a moment. The poison was sweeping through her body at an incredibly fast pace and she was close to death. She fought it only to warn the witches of what was to come.

"Sh, it's okay," Phoebe said gently. "You're going to be okay. Piper, we need to get that arrow out now or-"

The girl shook her head. "No. T-too late for me. T-the demons are after the-the" The girl closed her eyes at the intensity of the pain. "The demons are after the Dark Ones!"

"Who are the Dark Ones?" Piper asked.

The girl had just enough energy to point. Her body began to dissolve in blue lights and she pointed at Wyatt, Melinda, and Chris.

And then she was gone.