A/N: I apologize for not updating sooner. One minute, I'm coming home from vacation and they've lost our luggage (that was fun), then the next minute, it's mid-terms! Well anyway, here it is, finally the conclusion to the cliffhanger. Also, the song used towards the end is Jesus Of Suburbia by Green Day.

Mediatorsk: Thanks for the comments to all the others who read! I appreciate it. I actually did get one other review this time.But in case some people didn't see:

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damien455: Yeah, I feel the same way about the Wyatt-evil storyline. WAY more interesting. Thanks for reviewing!

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Home at last. That assault had been one of the worst defeats any of the Halliwells had ever suffered. Phoebe and Leo lay on the attic floor side by side. It took a lot of strength from the mortally wounded Leo, but he reached over to Phoebe and his hand began to glow. About ten seconds later, he stopped.

"She's gone," he struggled to say.

Pam felt like she'd been hit with a ton of bricks. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Leo apologized, gasping for breath.

"No…" Pam shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes watered, and tears began to free-fall. "No, this can't be happening… Leo-" she stopped mid-sentence when she noticed that her uncle's eyes were closed and his body was eerily still. "Leo?" she asked, shaking him. "Leo?" Pam was on the verge of hysterics by now. She stood up. "Somebody!" she shouted, hoping it wasn't too late. Maybe some Elder would come and at least be able to save one of them.

No one came. Pam looked back at the bloody corpses on the floor, and nearly gagged. She ran out of the attic in tears before she threw up anywhere. Chris met her at the bottom of the stairs.

"What's going on? I heard you shouting," he said.

Pam wasn't even sure she could talk with how much she was crying. "Everything's fallen apart… it's all wrong… how did this happen?"

"Pam…?" Chris asked warily. "What happened?" She didn't answer. "I'm going upstairs," he stated.

"No!" Pam shouted suddenly, blocking his path to the attic. She didn't want him to have to bear seeing what she'd just seen.

"Pam, what's wrong?" Chris asked. He was very worried now, and wished she would just tell him what the problem was.

"Chris…" she had no idea how she was going to tell her cousin what had happened. "You can go upstairs if you want to, but I promise you, you're not gonna like what you'll see. It- It'll change you forever."

Chris looked at her wide-eyed. He didn't even contemplate going upstairs or not- he knew something was wrong, so he rushed up. Pam couldn't bear to have to see his reaction. She started walking down the hall, slowly picking up her pace. By the time she was downstairs, she was running. It wasn't until she got down the front steps that she stopped.

For a minute, Pam had hoped that maybe if she ran far enough, everything would disappear. Of course, she'd realized it was only a fool's hope. She would have to go back in there and somehow try to hold everything together until Josh came home from work… which would unleash a whole new can of worms. Pam thought back to when her Aunt Piper was first injured, and how Leo wasn't allowed to heal her. This was what destiny had in store? She couldn't believe it. How could the Elders want nearly the entire Halliwell line to die off? Not to mention let evil control the world... what was going on? Standing there with tears pouring down her face, Pam wondered if maybe she'd made the wrong choice by following witchcraft. Her mother had given her the option of binding her powers if she preferred... perhaps she should have taken it. Was Mark the smart one in all of this, betraying the rest of the family in order to stay alive?

The reality of everything was sinking in. Chris, Pam, and Allie were the last Halliwells. There was no doubt that Wyatt would be back for them… would they even be able to defend themselves? Pam remembered how helpless she'd felt in front of Wyatt. And she was the oldest of all of them. She's only turned 20 about a month ago, and here she'd inadvertantly become the family matriarch. Everyone else was her responsibility.Of course, Josh would be there, but hewouldn't be able todo anything against evil.

Pam had never felt so alone in the world as she crossed the threshold back into the Manor.

Home is where your heart is, but what a shame

'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same

We're beating out of time

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

No one really seems to care…

…………………………………………………

Josh, Pam, and Chris stood in a row at the funeral. The mourners looked even more stunned than they were at how many family members they had lost in such a short period of time. Allie was only two months over a year old. Chris and Josh shook hands and talked with others who came, but Pam didn't budge at all. She stood there holding Allie, eyes staring way off into space. It was an exact mirror image of her mother when Piper had died. Josh stepped off to the side to talk to a group of people who had called him over.

"You okay?" Chris asked Pam. She looked at him incredulously.

"Are you serious? I feel like shit." Chris had never heard Pam curse before, yet alone in front of her little sister, but he didn't comment. "You realize we can't stay in the Manor anymore. Not if we want to stay hidden from Wyatt."

"Where are we gonna go?" Chris asked.

"I dunno…" Pam mumbled. "How could he do this? To us? To our family? My God…" She shook her head, biting back tears as she turned away and stared vacantly again. "He's gonna pay for this. Someone's gotta make sure he knows what he's done."

"Pam, don't-" Chris warned.

"No. I'm done being cautious," she sniped. "I'm gonna stop him… or die trying."

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: ...in the sequel that I already wrote because this is sort of a prequel that I wrote afterwards to fill in gaps and- I'll stop now. Anyway, Pam's tales of daring detest (man, that would've been a good title for the story... should've thought of that earlier...) are chronicled in "Pamela Halliwell: Wiccan Outcast." I'm also working on a sequel to that one... will I ever stop? Everyone's probably sick of me by now... and how I kill everyone off :P Sorry about that... I promise, no more serial witch murders. I know once again that everyone's probably furious (and that this time, I don't have an escape route... gulp), and it's okay if you send me an angry review, but remember, the dead will return... Now go read the other story! (tried to put a smiley face here to show that I'm joking and not threatening murderously, but it kept eating my exclamation mark for some reason...)