A/N: Heya! Thanks for all the feedback! There's lots of it.

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A bunch of stuff gets explained in this chapter, but you guys will still want to strangle me – guaranteed. Lol.

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Piper and Phoebe struggled with the ropes that bound their hands behind their backs. They were impossibly tight and magic proof. Piper had two sets of ropes: One on her wrists and one around her hands so she couldn't freeze or blow anything up. Phoebe was being pulled along by a rope tied around her waist. As long as she didn't touch anything, she wouldn't get a premonition.

Kirkus knew these things.

The sister's were dragged to him. He stood, a smirk on his face and his hands folded in front of him. Wyatt, Chris, and Melinda sat on a cold stone bench beside him, quietly and unmoving. They didn't seem to be in a trance or under a spell. They seemed to be sitting still out of their own free will.

"Welcome," Kirkus said cheerfully. "I expected you would come looking for me and your brats. Did you like my welcoming committee? I hope they treated you . . . well."

Piper glared and Phoebe grit her teeth. They tried again to break free, but to no avail.

"Stop fighting it, witches. You can't and you won't get free. Those ropes are more powerful than your magic. Like I said, I've been watching you for a long time."

"How long?" Phoebe asked Kirkus, flames dancing in her angry eyes.

"Since you were just children," Kirkus replied. Grinning, he added, "Since Prue was alive and you three didn't even know you were witches. I was there the day your mother died, the day your father left, and the day your precious grams passed away. I was even there on the night you first became the Charmed Ones. I was there when you met Leo, when Andy died, when Prue died, and when Paige died and Leo was taken away."

When Kirkus finished, he was met with horrified expressions. He had been watching them their whole lives! And he had waited until they were at their weakest to attack. Which was now. He knew that their children were the most precious things in their lives right now, and their only loved ones still alive. He knew loosing them would be a heart-wrenching blow.

"If you hurt them, I swear-" Piper snarled.

"Now, Piper," Kirkus scolded in a father-like manor. "You are in no position to be threatening me. You are surrounded by two hundred demons and you're completely helpless. In a single second, I could have them kill you – in front of your children. But I don't think you want that, now do you? No. So please, dear Charmed One, be reasonable and keep your mouth shut."

He turned away from them and smiled at the kids, then turned to a demon at his right. "Go get the stuff and make it snappy or you won't live long enough to make excuses for yourself."

The demon gulped and shimmered out. He took the threat to heart and was back before anyone knew what was happening. He handed Kirkus a dark bag and bowed, then backed away.

Piper and Phoebe watched, horrified. The two hundred demons around them were smiling with anticipation and impatience. Whatever was coming, it was good for them and bad for the Halliwell's. They watched helplessly as Kirkus forced the children (well, not really forced. They seemed to do what he said willingly) to stand in a circle of thick, short black candles. He lit the wicks with another black candle, this one tall and slender. Then he pulled out a bag of powdery stuff and threw it above the heads of the kids. It glistened and fell down upon them and onto the flames, which danced higher.

The kids stood stone still as Kirkus picked up another bag of powder and sprinkled it over them. The flames danced higher yet and turned a menacing green color.

"Stop it!" Phoebe cried, trying to tug free. "Leave them alone! Their innocent kids!"

All around them, two hundred demons erupted in laughter.

"These children," Kirkus said calmly, though he was grinning broadly, "are no innocent children. The day the Avatars decided to destroy all demons – all, that is, except my minions and I – They changed the future drastically. You're children were meant to be the Children of Light, even more powerful than the Charmed Ones and almost as powerful as Gods. They would have been the Generation to end all Evil for eternity. However, the Avatars foresaw this and knew that if they were to rid the world of demons, not the Children of Light, then in the future, the Children of Light would become the Children of Darkness – The Dark Ones. They would rule the Underworld for All Eternity, with the Avatars at their side, and good would no longer exist."

Horrified, Piper and Phoebe didn't speak. They couldn't speak.

"If that's true, then what do you want with them now?" Phoebe asked.

Kirkus smirked. "I," he replied, "am speeding up the process."

He began to chant. His words echoed all around them, as the demons were silent. Their eyes were lit up with excitement.

As Kirkus chanted, the flames shot up twenty feet and burned bright green. Piper and Phoebe gasped and screamed, terrified of what was happening to their kids.

The chant ended. Slowly the flames died down.

And the ones in the circle were no longer their kids.

The Girl – Melinda – was now somewhere in her twenties. Her brown hair was now black. She wore a very low cut black shirt that had one long sleeve on her right arm and no sleeve on her left arm. Her black skirt hung low on her hips and had a slit almost the whole length of her legs. The skirt fell to the ground. She wore black high heels.

One of the boys – Wyatt – was now also in his twenties. He had long, curly hair that came just above his shoulders, a tight black shirt, and black jeans.

The other – Chris – had short, spiked hair. He wore a black, tight shirt with leather pants. He had three piercing in each ear.

They were no longer the Charmed One's Kids.

They were now the Children of Darkness.