Chapter Three

Phoebe had just finished sucking the life out of an Elder, when she heard a noise from downstairs. She quickly forged a black energy ball and threw it at the Elder, smiling as she watched him melt.

On the way downstairs she heard the sound again, it was somehow familiar to her, wait not to her, to her human side. It was someone knocking on the door.

Humans she sighed, no human had come willingly to her house in years, at least no sane one.

She made her way to the door through the mess she called her home, shattered glass and wood everywhere. She opened the door, and there before her were standing two boys, children. Some remote memory was rising, and for a minute she forgot they were there.

"Auntie Phoebe?" Wyatt asked hesitantly.

"Auntie?" she asked, puzzled. "I am no such thing"

"Yes you are," Chris offered quickly "to me Wyatt and little Prue"

Suddenly the well surprised memories were surfacing, "little Prue?" she asked, that was the only thing she could not account for.

"Yes, Paige's daughter" Wyatt answered.

Something in those words caught her attention, her eyes momentarily flicked black.

"Why don't you come in boys? Ill get you something to drink" she gestured towards the inside in a semi-sweet voice. The boys followed her in.

Wyatt didn't know what to make of the place, it was a wreck. The walls were black with burns, and even a few holes could be seen. All furniture, if any, was broken and torn also black with burns. For some reason there was a dark feeling to the place, but he just shrugged it off, after all, she's his aunt.

Phoebe led them into a room that looked somewhat like a cross between a ritual room and a dark study. The room was full of scary ornaments, books and weapons covering the walls. This should have been a warning to the boys, but they were too intrigued by the things to fear them.

She sat them down on an old and torn couch and went to get them their drinks.

The boys were so mesmerized by all the things on the walls, that they didn't even notice when Phoebe handed them the drinks, they just automatically started sipping.

Wyatt's eyes were traveling from one weapon to another, when suddenly everything went back, he tried to move his hand in front of his face, but it would not budge. His eyes were darting in the blackness searching for light, but then he saw nothing.

Piper was enjoying her warm drink in silence, when it suddenly occurred to her how quiet the house was. She hadn't heard the boys scream in about an hour, which was a record.

She picked up her drink and made her way upstairs. She opened the boys door just to find the room empty, she called for them but no answer, she searched the rest of the house, but no sign. "Leo!" she called trying not to panic, but 2 hours later she could not help but panic.

Phoebe smiled to herself as she laid the boys on a bed in one of the rooms. Finally I will get what I was promised she thought, and her smile grew wider.