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A pair of dark green eyes stared in disbelief, watching the scene in front of them escalate not knowing what to do. Frozen to the ground, faintly hearing the cries of two infants on the background. Instinct telling to move to them to calm them down, to get them into safety. Everything moving in slow motion, screams, curses and then darkness. The sound of the children slowly fading away as the darkness filled the mind…

"Melissa wake up." Hearing a man voice in the distance she wanted to ignore it and go back to sleep but the person waking her up had a different thought about that, she got shaken up and slowly she opened up her eyes to see who had rudely awaken her. Her vision still blurry she stared in a pair of blue eyes who were hovering above her. Her dream started to slowly fade away again, the same dream that has been haunting her in her sleep for a few months now. The only thing that she could remember from those dreams was that terrifying feeling she had during that scene. Rubbing her eyes she let out a deep sigh. "Why did you wake me?" she mumbled, slowly getting up and pushing him away. From the corner of her eyes she saw the red lights flicker and slowly turning her head she saw them showing 5 am.

Rubbing her eyes again she still saw the alarm clock telling her 5 am. "It's 5 am, are you insane?" Grumbling she crawled back in bed and pulled the covers over her head.

"You woke me first so I know it's 5 am." The voice said a little mad. Slowly she lifted the covers from her head eying him. "I woke you?" Getting a nod from the person standing next to her bed she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry, didn't know I was that loud." She blushed slightly. "Nightmare…" she started but quickly got interrupted before she could elaborate. "'tis ok, go back to sleep. Chris needs your help tomorrow." Slowly the tall blonde man walked out of the room, giving Melissa one last look.

Watching him leave she turned on her side, propping her arm under her head so she could look out of the window. She hadn't closed the curtains because she didn't like the darkness and with the curtains open the moonlight fell in her room, making it just the right amount of darkness. She couldn't sleep anymore, so she just stared out of the window. Only 3 hours to cover before my alarm goes off.

Without knowing she fell asleep after a half hour of staring but no dreams this time before she rudely got awaken yet again. Only this time it was the dark haired man who was tugging her arm. "What is it with you brothers waking me up so rudely." She mumbled, seeing a pair of green eyes observing her as he stepped back. "Sorry been trying to wake you for the last 10 minutes now." He answered her with a little grin on his face. "You're alarm has been waking the whole house for the last 15 minutes." He added, dropping himself in the chair in her room. His dark shaggy hair falling before his eyes.

"You're kidding me right?" Looking at her alarm clock she saw that it was already 20 past 8. Dropping back she let out a soft moan. "What is wrong with me?" she mumbled. "Don't answer that." She said pointing at Chris with her finger. Hearing a chuckle coming from the chair he had made his own she raised herself on her elbows giving him a look that he better move his butt out of the room. "alright I'm going." He said seeing the look she was giving him.

Hearing the door close behind him, Melissa got out of bed. Stretching herself out she walked to her closet to get some clothes out. Opening the door she stared for a few minutes in the huge mirror on the inside of her closet. Her reflection staring back at her, giving herself a faint smile she quickly brushed a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. Letting out another sigh she grabbed a pair of jeans and a purplish top and got dressed. Grabbing a pair of socks and her shoes she dropped in the chair to put them on. Getting up she walked out of the room to go downstairs and into the kitchen where the smell of fresh coffee was coming her way.

Entering the kitchen she saw Wyatt sitting at the table, reading the newspaper with a giant mug of black coffee in front of him. "Morning…" she mumbled heading over to the cupboard getting a mug for herself and then filling it up.

Seating herself at the table she grabbed one of the sections of the newspaper Wyatt already read. "Oh you're down already." Chris came walking into the kitchen, helping himself with the coffee he leaned against the sink. "So what's up?" He said taking a few sips from his coffee…

Wyatt looked up from his newspaper and stared at his younger brother who was still sipping casually from his coffee. "You need to stop by the manor later on. Mom needs your help with the washing machine, she called last night. Melissa can help you with that." He replied before he dropped his head again to finish the article he was reading. "Can't you go? And where's dad?" Chris answered slightly irritated. "No I have errands to do and dad's out of town for a few days. You knew that." Wyatt quickly flashed his eyes up to give Chris a look.

Melissa, half listening to what the two men were discussing, tried to keep her mind on reading an article about a brutal attack. Every word that she read, after every sentence she got this strange feeling that she knew this story. It almost felt like a déja-vu.

Chris gave his brother a surprised look after hearing that his dad wasn't in town. "I actually didn't know he was away, so much for telling me." He grumbled.

"Mom did tell you. If you paid more attention you would've remembered such things." Wyatt scolded back.

"And here we go again. Tell me something new will ya." Finishing his coffee he jumped and almost choked in his last sip when Melissa dropped her mug to the ground. They both looked at her and noticed the pale expression on her face. "Lis what's wrong?" Wyatt reached out to touch her hand but she quickly pulled it away.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong." With a blink of an eye she was gone, leaving the two brothers behind wondering what just had happened. "I hate it when they do that." Chris mumbled, staring at the empty chair. "How many women do you know who can blink?" Wyatt asked half joking, half sarcastic.

"Oh you know what I mean." Chris said getting that irritating tone back in his voice. "She better be back before I head over to the manor. Not going to be mum's slave alone."

"I'm more worried what spooked her out like that. Did you see how pale she looked." Wyatt grabbed the news section Melissa was reading just earlier. Scanning the page he felt Chris, who had walked up behind him, doing the same thing. He stopped at the article about the attack and his brow slightly rose as he read the thing.

"You think she remembered something?" Chris asked while reading the article as well.

"I don't know, when aunt Paige brought her here she barely remembered her name." Wyatt answered, looking up you could see that he was thinking as he slightly squinted his eyes trying to focus. "We should ask aunt Paige about that evening. Melissa was, no is still her charge."

Chris grabbed the news paper and tore the article out of the page. "We better save this, might give us some clues."

Wyatt nodded in agreement, finishing his coffee he stood up. "Well little brother I have to go, you know how to reach me if something might happen." With that he grabbed his jacket which was hanging over his chair and he walked to the backdoor where he grabbed his keys who were hanging right next to it on the wall.

"What kind of errands do you actually have to run?" Chris asked with curiosity, watching how his brother almost vanished through the door. "Have to go buy new cocktail glasses and napkins for the club." Wyatt answered.

"Hang on you can go shopping while I have to drag with a washing machine?" Chris ran to the backdoor to catch Wyatt but the latter was already waving, while getting in his car.

The phone rang and he had an idea on who it could be, taking a deep breath he walked back inside the house to the phone. "Hello…" he paused for a second to listen and the he let out a sigh. "No mom I haven't forgotten about you. I was just on my way."

In the meanwhile Melissa had blinked herself to Paige, she didn't know what to do or where to go and Paige's seemed the most logic place to go. "Paige, do you have a sec?"

Startled by the sudden company the brunette looked up from her book. "Hey sweetie what's going on?" Paige could see that something was troubling her charge. Getting up she directed the young woman into the couch across from her.

"I dunno. I was reading this article and everything described in there seemed so familiar to me. It scared me, it really scared me and I don't know why." She looked at Paige in the hope the woman could give her some answers.

"what was the article about?" Paige sat down next to her, softly patting her leg to calm her down.

"It was about an attack on a young family in their home, a father, a mother and their child. Both parents were dead but the child is missing. They had burn marks on their body Paige. It has to be demonic." Melissa started to talk faster, getting more upset by the minute. Paige calmed her down by softly placing her hand on Melissa's cheek. "That evening when you found me, I had burn marks as well right? I remember vaguely getting hit by an energy ball." Melissa looked hopeful at Paige, hoping for some answers.

"I can't start to imagine how it must feel to not remember what happened to you or your whole life for that matter, to only remember your name." Paige paused briefly before she talked further "Sweetie what you just told me that's not how I found you. Yes you had burn marks but you were all alone in an abandoned storage building. We think, I think that you tried to vanquish a demon and that things got out of control. The shock and the impact of the blow must have given you some sort of amnesia." Paige saw that her words didn't actually cheer her up but there wasn't anything she could change about the story.

"Amnesia which isn't going away very fast." Melissa grumbled.

"Give it time sweetie, if I could heal it I would've done that the moment we found out." Paige gave her a reassuring smile.

"Time? It's been a year now and all I can remember is my first name. No spell in the book that can help me out, no magical being who knows how to fix it and certainly no mortal doctor who can explain why I still can't remember a thing besides my name and that I'm a natural brunette. I don't even know my age, they think I'm 24 but they aren't sure about that. They aren't sure about anything." She was mad at herself for forgetting her whole life, mad at why she was so stupid to go alone on a vanquish, mad at just everything that had brought her in this situation.

"Thanks anyway, need to help Chris." She mumbled and with that she blinked out again. Paige shook her head, how much she wanted to help her charge she just couldn't come up with the answer to do so.

Picking up the phone she rang Piper, she knew Chris was there for the day to help her sister out. "Piper it's me, I just wanted to ask if you could keep an eye on Melissa. She left my place kinda upset." Listening to what her sister had to say she smiled. "I know I shouldn't worry to much but I dunno..." Listening her smile got bigger. "Thanks sweetie, I appreciate that. I'll stop by later on. See you then." Hanging up she looked content with what her sister just promised her to do.