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Now, reviews; sniff, I am very emotional today…Thanks a lot for the reviews!

PrueTrudeau; Yeah, I would have disappointed too. And that is why, in this chapter I am going to explain or the questions you asked me and all the stuff I should have explained better, lol. Including what happened after Ethan killed the Elder! THANKS FOR THE LONG REVIEW!

Peanut2lb; I am sorry about the changing the story line but, it really bothers me. when I am reading a ff that I think is great and when the Halliwells are going to find out about their powers, we get to read the first episode in other words so I thought I had to change that…but hey, I gotta say, there are more changes to come.

Random3; I'm glad you liked it. Yes, there was no speech and the sisters have their own lives now, lives that are going to 'collide' again lol. I'm glad you mentioned Ethan, I never thought I was going to take him this far but oh well. He has connections with pretty much every single thing that is going to happen in the following chapters.

emelie172; I'm glad you liked it! I was so worried because I thought nobody was going to like the changes I am making, I don't know…but hey, when it gets too weird, just say so! Lol

Chapter 12

"His plan"

October 1998

The sun was already falling and the sky was slowly getting a scarlet color in the heart of San Francisco, the city where the weirdest things always take place. The relatively old streets were now deserted, there wasn't a soul walking around and it almost seemed like the wind was whispering secrets, but what the wind didn't know was that many secrets should remain as what they are; secrets.

In that little neighborhood, the Trudeaus, a not so common family had a house in the upper part of the area. Everybody envied the Trudeaus because they had a perfect life. The incredible stone house they lived in, far away from the city and its noises, looked like a palace. A gorgeous sportive BMW was parked on the entrance. The Trudeaus had money, oh yeah, but they didn't really have friends around, although they always had some weird stuff going on, parties, family who came from nowhere. They always had weird people hanging around the house. They weren't even a 'traditional' family, as the neighbors always pointed out. Andy was the actual Trudeau, his girlfriend, Prudence Halliwell, was that, a Halliwell. None of them wore rings but they had lived together for around nine years, and even thought they were both in their late twenties no one had heard about wedding plans for them. They were the most stable and firm couple that people had ever seen, they barely ever argued if never. The few times they went to the community events they were always really sweet to each other and nobody had a doubt that they were just meant to be together, that was why everyone thought it was weird that they didn't have children, or wedding plans. They were both good looking and successful. Andy was member of the CSI team of San Francisco and he was always in the newspapers. No criminal got away from him, none. Prue, however, was a psychologist and a very good one. She worked with kids, and always, always helped them. She had a really good reputation within the medical community and, of course, with the parents. Prue would have made a great mother, but again, she didn't have children and as far as the parents knew, she was always reserved and somewhat grumpy, yet with the children, she was the nicest woman alive. They all always wanted to go back to "Prue's" because, as many said, she always scared the problems away.

That night, as soon as Andy walked through the door he saw his wonderful girlfriend waiting for him, she had fallen asleep watching TV and just to see her that vulnerable and beautiful put a smile on his face. He had to stay working extra hours but it had been worth it, the criminal they were looking for had fingerprints, a name and an address. Andy smiled at Prue and felt her hair. It was wet, she had probably taken a shower and fell asleep later. He didn't want to wake her up because he knew how exhausted she was. Prue had had nightmares for almost seven years now, and they only got worse. Some nights she would wake up screaming and, although in the beginning he would wake up too, scared to death, he had learned to keep himself calmed and just hold her until she fell asleep again. Sometimes she would be shaking and crying. Other times, just scared. She would always curled in his arms to feel safe and he would smile because the spark of love in her eyes never vanished. Never.

He turned the TV off, picked her up and took her to the bed where he laid her carefully. She growled as if saying "I am not asleep" Andy smiled and kissed her forehead, which was really hot. He thought about waking her up but he couldn't, it was just a fever, nothing to worry about. There was one thing, Prue never got sick. He had never seen Prue sick since they were in Elementary school and that scared him. He turned the alarm clock off, hoping that Prue would get to sleep in, although he knew that Prue would get mad at him. He just wanted the best for his queen. He took his clothes off and lay with her, he wrapped her with her arms and she turned around, facing him.

"You are late" She whispered.

"I'm sorry baby" Andy apologized kissing her nose. "but I got him, the guy will be in jail by tomorrow morning" Prue smiled, she felt so proud of him.

"I missed you" Prue said, and then added with a sleepy voice. "I have a patient, her name is… (yawned) Miranda. She is..." Prue started coughing really hard and Andy made her sit up. "Honey are you okay?" Prue tried to nod but she only coughed more. Andy turned the light on and say that Prue's eyes were red. Red from tears. He had never seen Prue's eyes like that, just as if a part of Prue was dead. His heart felt heavier than ever.

"Prue, what's wrong?" Andy asked once she stopped coughing. Prue opened her mouth but not a word came out. She was trying to speak but it seemed like she couldn't find the right words. She was extremely pale and looked weak. Andy held her tightly and stroked her hair. "I've had a horrible nightmare" Prue explained. "I saw a little boy, he was nine years old, nine" Prue cried. Andy understood she was talking about Ethan. For some reason he did not understand, Prue felt totally responsible for the Ethan that helped them out once. The kid had turned evil and Prue blamed herself. He wasn't dumb. He knew that the actual Ethan was nine years old, almost ten, and that the Ethan that helped them once was around nineteen, that led him to think that the adult one was from the future. He knew that Prue, somehow, had an influence in the kid but she never told him and he didn't want to ask, Prue would tell him sooner or later and it was better not to pressure her. He loved her so much that he had gotten used to live with some secrets between them. "the man kept whipping him with a rope and the boy couldn't understand why…it was my fault, I should have done something…" He didn't know how to calm her down. It was the first time she had told him about a nightmare. "It doesn't get out of my mind…"

"Hey, hey, hey" Andy rocked her in his arms. "It is alright baby, it is alright. I'm here. Prue you are sick darling, you should stay home tomorrow, okay?"

Prue shook her head and Andy lay her on the bed again. "I'll get you some water okay?" Prue nodded and when he was back, he wrapped her in his arms and said, "We will stay home tomorrow, no work. I'll take care of you and look after you while you sleep, so if you have a nightmare again, I'll be there"

"Will you?" Prue asked. "What about my patients?"

"Your health comes first" Andy sentenced and turned the light back off. He kissed her shoulder lovingly and placed his head near to hers. Rapidly, Prue fell asleep again and so did Andy. Prue was so glad he was there, no matter how many secrets she would hide, Andy would always kiss her tenderly until she fell asleep, he would always be right there to smile her. Andy was a rock, her rock and she couldn't help but count and hope that the day she feared the most would never come. She had sold the manor not too long ago and all the furniture inside. Including the book of shadows. She barely ever saw Piper who worked in LA, just once or twice a month and even though they were close, they had their own lives. She hadn't seen Phoebe at all since she went to New York, although she had read every single thing her baby sister wrote. Phoebe worked for PEOPLE magazine in NY and everything was going great for her, that was the only thing Prue cared about. She had lost touch with both Jack and Cole, yet she had been close to the demon once. She knew he was working in Boston for a law firm and, about Jack, she knew nothing, nor she cared. Paige, however, lived a couple of miles away and they saw each other every week. She was a social assistant, or that was what she was trying to be, and usually their works brought them together quite often. Secretly, Prue would have loved to see her sisters more but she feared that Patty, her mother, would decide to give them their powers and screw up what Prue had worked on. Prue didn't want her sisters to become the charmed ones. She was too used to the peaceful life, even though she was doing her own research on Ethan, of course, and some demon haunting, she was being careful enough not to claim anyone's attention. Just Andy knew about that hidden life and he didn't care, he trusted Prue, he knew she was being careful enough not to be noticed, she even used spells to cover her real appearance so no demon would see the same witch twice…What Prue didn't want was the power of three, or four in that case, around. Four powerful witches messing with demons wasn't the best form of not being noticed. In fact, it had been that power what had killed Andy, herself and Ethan. It was a power she didn't want to have.

Far away from there, a completely disturbed Ethan was secretly staring at the scene, smiling and slowly nodding. Once, he had looked like an angel, now, his face was marked by fatigue and insanity. He had now short hair, almost shaved which made him scarier than ever. He had scars all over his body. Scars that were made by the elders themselves, pretty much…Although he was happy. He had found who he was even if it had cost some lives. Ethan smiled while remembered his victims. The Seer, the first one, she was totally useless, or maybe not. Her death had showed Ethan the pleasure of killing someone and what was nasty before, now it was the greatest of the joys, the smell of a body in flames, blood running, and human meet. When he killed Logan, he felt guilty but the relief was better, he knew he had condemned himself to a life in the evil side, but being in one side, whichever side, was better than being caught in the middle. He would never have a nice home with a loving father and a mother for him, he would never be happier than now, and he was happy because he could feel the evil electricity running through his veins while he breathed, the power. He had gotten so powerful since he killed the Elder.

In the beginning, he had been running scared and crying around cities, even times, running away from the authorities of both sides, he had killed so many demos, for which the Source wanted him dead, he had killed an Elder and the rest of the Elders wanted him dead. After a year he had realized something, the only reason for which everyone wanted him dead was that we was too powerful. He had realized that they all wanted him dead because, one ordinary person couldn't just kill him. He was too especial, just like Prue had said.

It still hurt thinking about Prue, all the pain he was causing her but it was worth it, it was all worth it because one day he would have Prue back by his side, one day, Prue would realized what had realized a long time ago. There was no good fight, there wasn't evil, the only evil in the world was the ideas, the people holding to an idea that could have been no longer real, the people like the Elders and the Underworld leaders. Maybe, he couldn't kill all the Elders, maybe he couldn't kill all the Underworld leaders but it was for sure that he could make them…well, he could start a little war, that was his plan. A war in which good and evil fight each other until they die, there are no sides anymore, just people under one ruler, his ruler. He had learned that fear equaled to control, and control equaled to power. His power. He would destroy both sides and then, ruled them. He would become The One, and nobody would look down at him again. He knew he couldn't do it alone, he needed the charmed ones. He had always believed in futures and when he saved Prue Halliwell, he just wanted her to have the life she hadn't had the chance to have, a new future, a new destiny. Now, he realized that if he could have the Charmed ones for the cause, he would win. It wouldn't be too hard to persuade Prue and Paige. Prue would do what he wanted her to do, Prue would go help him as soon as she finds out where he was and Paige, little Paige, would follow her big sister…About Phoebe, he wasn't worried about Phoebe joining. Phoebe was thirsty of power. The power he could give her, and she was a rebel, no matter how times changed, Phoebe would always be against the authority, he just would have to give her the power that she wanted and let her do her work, Phoebe would fall all by herself.

He was worried about Piper, just because Piper was the only one who wouldn't want to have anything to do with a war, Piper would like to have her normal life forever, although, he would make sure she wanted her powers. It would be hard to make Piper choose his side because she would want her sisters to join the 'good fight' but he wasn't too worried, that was why there were four charmed ones, just in case one of them was useless. He never thought he would go that way but, the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. The best thing, he had followers…more than anyone could imagine.

"My Lord" a voice said within the shadows. Ethan didn't bother on turning his back. "Shall I speak?"

"Speak" Ethan muttered. "Have you found out about Phoebe?"

"Yes my Lord" The man said. He was a human, tall, and successful and with tons of money, he was also a criminal. Ethan never understood why he had wanted to join him. "Phoebe is working at New York, no boyfriend, good job, money, success and yes, she is willing for more"

Ethan smirked. "Hell yes"

He stared at the man in front of him, the man who was joining him…This man's name was Bane. Bane and Ethan weren't too different, they both felt like they were walking a path that belonged to another. Bane's mother was an irresponsible teenager who got pregnant and was forced to keep the baby. Bane grew up with no father and no love at all and now, just like Ethan, was willing for a better life that someone had decided to deny him. Bane didn't have any powers but was hungry of them, and was loyal to the end. Bane had no mercy and shared too many things with Ethan. He had ran into bane when he was running away from the authorities, ironically, Ethan was doing the same. They became friends instantly.

Bane had helped him with everything, including finding himself; Ethan, the ruler. "What shall be done?" Bane asked

"Go to New York, find phoebe, seduce her" Ethan said smiling. Finally his plan had begun.

"How are we going to make the Elders go after the Underworld?" Bane asked. He had to ask. Ethan started laughing and explained the plan once again, "We are going to win the charmed ones to the cause…if I am not wrong, Prue could make enough noise in the Ziudadelle, many elders will die and we will make it look like the underworld was behind everything. At the same time, we will do some demon haunting in the underworld in the name of the Ziudadelle, and luckily, they will want to kill each other" Ethan explained. "That is why we need the charmed ones"

Bane smiled, it was a simple plan but he knew that Ethan couldn't miss. He knew that Ethan had studied the Elders too well, he knew how they thought and he could control people.

"What happens after the war is over"

"We rise as impartial, and there will be no sides anymore. Everything will be over" Ethan explained. "Just leave now. You have work to do. I want Phoebe over our side by the time she finds out about her powers. Do not let her talk to her sisters until she has made her decision, but do not interfere, just, guide her…" Ethan said. Bane turned around. "And Bane"

"Yes milord?"

"In your way out, tell…your friends to get Patty Halliwell by Monday"

"I am not sure I understand milord"

"I want her dead by Monday, no excuses"

"Yes milord"

"One more thing" Ethan said walking towards him. "When they kill her, make sure they leave this somewhere near her" Ethan gave him a little flag of the Ziudadelle. "This will be enough to make them a little more upset…" Ethan stared laughing and Bane walked out of the room of the little house they were leaving in. It was a normal house in Connecticut, normal enough not be noticed by anyone…

The rain was falling heavily and a not so mature Phoebe Halliwell didn't care at all. The night had just started for her and it couldn't look better. She had just got done her article about a new bitchy seventeen-year-old spoiled brat who called herself actress and now, she was enjoying a 'San Francisco' at the hottest club in the area. Phoebe Halliwell had a kick-ass apartment right in the center of Manhattan, an auspicious career, a hot body. Her life couldn't be better. Phoebe Halliwell was popular in between the popular people in the city, she was the new spontaneous writer of the PEOPLE magazine and everyone seemed to love her. She didn't have a boyfriend, what for? She could pick up random good-looking guys and have a fun night, many people would say she was lonely and in fact, there is nothing lonelier than anonymous sex but she didn't care. She was on top of the world already, so why not be on top of a random stranger with a good butt? She could imagine what Prue would have said, she would have yell and then, probably try to convince her to move in with her. She was glad they had sold the manor because, now, there wasn't any thing that tied her to San Francisco. Well, her sisters, but each one of them had their own lives and they didn't get together very often.

Phoebe had always thought that she would live with her sisters forever and all that crap but when she came back from Italy she just found out that the old San Francisco, city of the weirdo and the freak wasn't enough for her so she had moved away to New York and become somewhat like a celebrity nemesis. She was the bitchy writer, so what? Being a bitch is the most fun thing a girl could do without taking her clothes off.

That night the club was just totally crowded, there was a new band called "The cry of the Crazy" and they were getting really popular. She was doing her diary routine, checking out the cute guys and she thought she had seen the perfect one. The drummer of the band was really cute; rocker, bad and probably rich. She stared at him for a few minutes more and then he noticed and smiled at her back, and then something happened. The music stopped and a new guy stood in front of the people. Phoebe's heart stopped, he was pleasantly cute. He had short black hair and dark sunglasses. He was wearing a Harley Davison leader jacked and ripped jeans, he had the perfect butt and that nebula of mystery that Phoebe loved in guys.

"Hey, people" The singer said with a pothead voice. "This is my awesome friend, Bane. He is going to sing one of our songs so please, be nice, it is his first time and he is a little dumb" The audience laughed but the Bane guy had gotten everyone's attention. Then, the singer whispered to Bane something that only he could hear. "Are you sure this is going to work?"

"Ethan said it would work, and, she is already taking my clothes off in her mind" Bane muttered and looked at Phoebe. He smiled enchantingly and Phoebe smiled him back. Bane stared at the crowd and finally said with an angelical voice "This song, is called 'It may be'" The band started playing a slow song and his voice got in to Phoebe's head. "I don't know if there are any friends left, or if love is real. I wonder if I can count on you to talk about regret, if there is someone listening when I scream…" Phoebe couldn't believe such a voice. It was penetrating her hears and filling her brain with those lyrics she new she had to listen again. "Something can get better, something I could suddenly find, something that would give me the breath I need to imagine, and I just want to remember, I just want this feeling to go away…this loneliness to fade…"

They played for around three minutes more and when the song stopped, everyone started clapping and yelling for more but the Bane guy got off the stage and walked towards Phoebe without a doubt. "Can I sit here?" He said pointing at an empty chair next to Phoebe's. Phoebe nodded.

"So, did you like the song?" he asked without any embarrassment. The band was playing again but it just didn't sound right anymore. "I noticed you were staring at me"

"I was staring at you" Phoebe recognized taking a drink of her 'San Francisco' that was almost empty. Bane grabbed the glass and called a waiter. "Please, another one for…" He was waiting for her to say her name. "Phoebe" She said. "Another one for beautiful Phoebe" Bane smiled again.

"So what do you do for living, beautiful Phoebe?"

"I am a writer at PEOPLE. What about you?"

"I rob banks," he said. Phoebe laughed. "In fact, I am planning on robbing one right now. Do you think you could write an article about that?"

Phoebe started laughing, knowing that the guy was kidding. He was originally funny. Bane started making up a crazy story about how he was going to rob the 'bank of America' while Phoebe couldn't stop laughing.

"You have everything planned out huh?"

"Pretty much"

"I think life is much more interesting without any plans, that way, nothing can go wrong…" Phoebe explained.

"Good point, but what if life is already planned?"

"I don't believe in that"

"Good. Neither do I, but I like making my plans"

"And your plan for tonight is…?"

"Stealing a kiss from you after I confess how I am going to rob a bank" Bane said staring at her eyes. He had taken his sunglasses off and she could see his perfect brown eyes. Bane didn't move, knowing she would make the first move. "Or maybe, I will give you my number and go home, wondering if you would call"

"Would I?"

"Aha, that is the beauty of life. You never know what is coming up" Bane stood up and gave her his card. "I hope I'll see you again, beautiful Phoebe" She blushed and saw him walking away.

She liked the guy, the danger, the fact that it was him the one in control. She grabbed her new cell phone to save Bane's number when she realized she had a missing call from Piper.

She didn't think it twice and left the club. She had had enough for the night, besides, after Bane, picking up a random guy wouldn't be as fun. She had set herself a new challenge named Bane. She dialed Piper's number and her sister picked it up immediately.

"What's up? I have a missing call from you" Phoebe said.

"Mom is dead" Piper said with an unexpressive voice. "You think you could come to San Francisco? I am leaving tomorrow"

"Oh great, family plans" she thought. She couldn't care less about her mom, she had been missing half of her life and being a bitch the other half. "Where am I supposed to stay?" Phoebe asked.

"I am going to a hotel" Piper informed. "But you could go to Prue's"

"I'll call her" she said. "I gotta go"

"Me too" Piper said "Luv ya" she hanged up.

"Damn" Phoebe thought. She would have to leave to San Francisco in the morning but it didn't mean she couldn't have a fun night with Bane. She dialed his number and he answered even faster than Piper did.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to call?" Phoebe asked. Bane laughed.

"I was sure you were going to call"

And secretly, Ethan's plan had begun.

Sorry I didn't update sooner. I had loads of homework and a huge project due the second week of May so I am wasting all my time in hw. It sucks, anyway. I'll update the sooner I can.

Ps, there you go. You all know a little bit more about Ethan (L)! lol. He is really twisted.