A/N: Hey people! Thanks for reading my story! And thank you first appointed angel of death that review was so kind.!

OK so here is the next chaoter.Longer like I promised and I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: Blah blah Charmed blah blah I don't own it.

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Phoebe pulled up it the alley she saw in her premonition. She got out of her car and looked down the alley and saw the girl, but she was not tied up but on her feet with an athame in her hand stabbing the demon. The girl's back was turned to hers but she could see that her hair was hazel brown and she looked about fourteen. She was wearing tight black leather pants and a tight blck leather tank-up. The demon threw an energy ball and the girl and she fell over in pain. Phoebe ran over to them and picked up the athame the girl dropped, she threw it at the demon and it hit him in the chest, he turned into dust.

Phoebe bent down over the girl. The girl had aslight bruise from the energy ball but nothing more. "Are you okay?" Phoebe asked.

The girl looked at Phoebe with deep brown eyes. "Yeah," she said slightly defensely.

Phoebe grabbed her hand and helped her up. "Are you sure?"

The girl jerked her hand away. "I'm fine, thanks. I apperciate it, but I can handle demons by myself," she said and started to walk away.

"Well," said Phoebe, "at least let me look at that bruise. It's pretty bad."

"Don't worry, it will be fine."

"Are you sure? Cause if I know my demons, which I do, I know that that one has poison in its energy balls."

"Yes, but only if the demon is alive, if not, the poison is about as bad as salt water."

"Oh, so you aren't a mortal."

"It's none of your business what the hell I am," she turned her back and started to walk farther away.

"Excuse me, but don't you want this?" Phoebe asked holding the athame in one hand.

The girl turned around and saw what she had. She had no choice but to turn back and get it. She it from Phoebe. "Thanks."

"Your welcome," she replied. She did not want to let this girl go yet. Her empathy started to kick in. The emotions from is girl were strong: Saddness, Pain, there was so much pain, Phoebe could barely stand it. "Are you okay?" Phoebe asked again.

"Yes, I am fine. Now leave me alone."

"Please let me help you."

"I need help from you or anyone! Now leave me alone!" She turned and walked away.

"Really? Cause you have so much bottled up pain. If you don't have someone help you. You will break and you won't be able to stop these demons."

The girl turned back around. "Stop going in my head!"

"Let me help you! I don't who or what you are, but I know I was sent here to help you. Don't you believe in fate?"

This made the girl freeze. Fate. The word rang in her ears. She had heard that so much in her young life. Tears filled her eyes as she let herself think of the past. She walked straight up to Phoebe and looked her in the eyes, even though they were full of tears. "Okay, maybe I do need your help. What can you do?"

"I can help you in more ways then you could imagine."

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A/N: What is up with this girl? Is she a demon? And why does Phoebe feel so eager to help her? Find out more in the next chapter!

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