A/N: Ross and Peanut, this chapter should explain why Glenn was with Phae and not Andy. ;)

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Chapter 34: Like A Witch Scorned

"She's blocking me," Paige spoke. The whitelighter pulled her hands away from the sides of her head. "I think she cast a spell or something."

"How do you know James doesn't have her again?"

"Every time I try to sense her, I feel like my hitting a magical brick wall. I can't really explain it any better, but I'm sure she's blocking me."

"Damnit!"

"What if we try Phae again?"

"No!" Prue wagged her finger angrily. "I won't let my daughter see something like Glenn described again."

"But if we don't, an innocent might die, Prue! And with that person, will go Persia's own innocence."

"Paige-"

"We've got no other choice. This is your daughter's gift, Prue. You can't protect her from it." Paige moved out of the kitchen without waiting for her sister's response. She knew she was right, no matter what Prue had to say.

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"Is she okay?" Glenn stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"She hasn't stopped crying," Andy sighed. He rubbed his daughter's back in soothing circles.

"I'm sorry," Glenn sighed. "I never meant-"

"It's not your fault." Andy began to pace. "You can't control her powers. She can't control her powers."

"But if I hadn't told her-"

"You only would've prolonged her suffering." Andy seated himself in a wooden rocking chair. "She's too young to tell us what she sees and what's going on, but that doesn't stop her visions from coming. And I think she was afraid to share them with you, but when you coxed her…"

Glenn bowed his head, still feeling awful for knowing that his niece had been forced to see such gruesome images. They'd made him sick to his stomach. He could only imagine how she felt.

"I should've been there for you."

"You can't blame yourself, Andy. You thought Pandora was your primary concern. And I would have too. I mean, you were right. She was the one suffering from the thoughts she'd got from James. You needed to comfort her, and at the time, Phae seemed fine."

Andy shook his head. "But I shouldn't have pawned her off on you. I mean, she's my daughter!"

"You didn't pawn her. I was glad to help. And you were only trying to help your other daughter the best you could, by giving her your full attention." Glenn edged towards Andy. "How is Pandora?"

"Confused," the Inspector admitted. "She's sleeping right now."

"Maybe you should go-"

"Andy, we need Phae."

"What?" Andy looked up, disbelieving. "For what?"

"To find Persia."

The Inspector's blue eyes swelled. "Absolutely not!"

"Andy, this is the only way."

"No!"

"Don't make me-"

"Use your powers on me?" He jumped to his feet and curled his arms protectively around the infant. "You sound just like Prue." He moved to the window, shaking his head. "You can't take her. I won't let you. Your powers don't scare me, Paige."

"Andy, you don't understand!"

"No, Paige, you don't understand! Magic has taken so much from my life."

"And it hasn't given anything back?" The youngest challenged. "If it wasn't for magic, you wouldn't be here today."

"If it wasn't for magic, I never would've died in the first place."

"Agh! Andy, damnit!" Paige threw her arms in the air. "I feel like I'm hitting my head against a damn brick wall!" To her horror, the mortal Inspector began to glow a bright yellow. "Oh no! No, no, no! I didn't mean…"

As the yellow glow began to fade around Andrew Trudeau, his body was replaced by a wall of red and brown bricks. The child in his arms fell towards the ground.

"Bassinet!" Paige shrieked, waving her arm in a Prue-like fashion. In a burst of orbs, the bassinet appeared beneath the falling child just in time, catching her within its blanketed center.

"Oh my god," Glenn breathed. He moved up behind his wife cautiously. "What have you done?"

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Persia lifted her eyes above the edge of the newspaper that was covering her face. She was keeping track of a small magic shop across the street. The witch glanced down at the watch on her wrist: 11:58 A.M. She frowned as she spied the last customer still poking around at the back of the store. Then her line of vision was cut off, as she saw the store owner close the blinds on her way to talk to the customer.

"Time to go," she smirked. Her head flicked around. Nobody seemed to be watching her, so she set down the newspaper on the small café table and strode across the street, heading for the front door of the shop, The Witches' Altar. As she placed her foot onto the edge of the sidewalk, she saw the last customer vacate the building. No sooner had he done so, did she see the store owner placed 'Gone for Lunch' sign on the front door.

Persia hurried her pace, making it to the door just as the woman turned to head into the back room. She grabbed the door handle and pulled impatiently. Even through the glass door she heard the small sound of jingles as the door shook. She saw the woman turn around and wave her hand, but the electrokinetic persisted. Finally, to her pleasure, the clerk returned and opened the door her for.

"I'm sorry," the woman said sweetly, "but we're closed until one."

"I don't think you understand," Persia replied. She jabbed the toe of her shoe between the door and then held up her hand. Neon yellow jolts of energy danced from her fingers.

"W-what d-do you want?" The clerk stuttered, backing away from the witch slowly.

"Your life." Persia wedged herself through the door and stomped her foot, igniting the floor with electricity. She watched with glee as the woman jumped and screeched in response. "It gives shock therapy a whole new meaning, doesn't it?" She thrust out her hand, sending a yellow bolt at the woman.

The clerk jerked to the side, narrowly missing being struck in the chest. But it singed her side, instantly causing blood to seep from her body and form a rapidly growing red circle on her clothing. She staggered behind a shelf of magic books. The clerk clutched her bloody side. "Help! Help!"

Persia blasted the book shelf, reducing it to a mound of crusted black wood and flitting pieces of ashen pages. Some of them even on fire. "I notice you're not fighting back," she commented. "What's your power?"

The clerk scrambled to her feet, darting for the back room of the shop. Small drops of blood left a red trail behind her.

Persia arched her hand, using a yellow bolt to blast the edge of the wall leading into the backroom. The shop shook via the explosion, and when the smoke cleared, the eldest Charmed offspring found her victim lying face down in the rubble.

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Pandora awoke with a start. She scrambled out of her bed. "Mommy! Daddy!" Her little legs were carrying her as fast as they could, running her towards her baby sister's bedroom. "Daddy!" She nearly toppled into her Uncle Glenn as he exited the room, followed by her Aunt Paige.

"What's wrong, honey?" Glenn asked, scooping the child into his arms.

The witchlette pushed a rumpled strand of black hair from in front of her eyes. "I know whewes Persia is."

Paige blinked. "What?"

"I heawd da bad ideaws," the telepath explained. She reached blindly for Paige's hand. "Come wif me."

Paige looked to her husband, who nodded, and then took her niece's hand. "Where is she, honey?"

"Just owb," Pandora replied confidently. "I lockeded my mind wif hew."

Paige shook her head, amazed at her niece's telepathic ability. "Okay." She scooped the little girl into her arms and orbed out, just as Prue came flying around the corner.

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Persia swirled her hands together, readying herself for the deathly blow to the next person on her father's list. She aimed her hands and then let loose her power. But as the cackling bolts neared the woman's pale skin, just centimeters away, they began to glow a bright yellow and then transform into a pile of flowers. Persia clenched her fists. "No!"

"You've done good, baby girl." Paige kissed the top of Pandora's head lovingly.

Persia whirled around in a fit of rage. She threw her arms up towards the ceiling, and her hair began to fly wildly at its ends. The air around her crackled with unadulterated electrokinetic energy. And then a small trickle of crimson liquid fled her nose.

"Shit!" Paige cursed. Her hand flung out, and the body of her innocent vanished in a swirl of orbs. As her head craned upwards, she saw the plaster of the ceiling slowly chipping away. A huge zigzagging crack was forming, and Paige knew what was coming. Just as the tip of a neon yellow bolt pierced through the white plaster, Paige vanished with her niece. The bolt ripped through her orbs a split second later.

The electric's legs rattled as the lightning bolt vanished, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. She'd failed again. "All thanks to the Charmed Ones," she growled. She strode across the debris. Glass cracked under her feet. She moved to the front door.

Every window on the front of the shop had blown outwards. She moved out of the door, not even bothering to open it as there was no longer glass keeping her from moving directly through. She spied her father's Porsche two parking lots away, and made a mad dash for it.

At the same time Paige's own orbs appeared, bringing her and Pandora back to a solid state, so did the orbs of their innocent. She bolted across the room, sensing a crowd of people was coming towards the shop. She wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. Paige reached her innocent, checked for a pulse, and then orbed the three of them away.

Just outside the shop, a crowd of people gathered. All of whom were wondering what had happened inside of The Witches' Altar. Some stood with their mouths agape. Some dared to move nearer to the wrecked doors. One mother stood at the edge of the crowd, pulling her children close.

"What happened?"

"Did a bomb go off?"

"I'm calling the police!"

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James tapped his foot relentlessly. "You said he'd be here. Where is he?"

The rat demon's red eyes flickered. "He'll be here soon."

"I think you're lying."

The demon folded his arms, staring cautiously at the witch. "Would you like to test that theory?"

"Are you threatening me?" James held out his hand and flames danced on the tips of his fingers.

The demon seemed to shrink back into the darkness of the Underworld cavern. "No," he replied lightly. "I'm just saying, if you want to leave now, you're free to. But if you do, you run the chance of vanquishing yourself."

"How so?"

"I already told you-"

"Well tell me again!"

"My Alchemist almost couldn't bring you back. He can only bring back something of so much power, and you were a stretch for him. But after you left, he continued to study your molecular structure, and he found it unstable. So he created a potion, one that needs to be regularly taken, in order to ensure your stability."

"And why isn't he here?"

"I don't know," the rat demon confessed. "He was still here when I left to get you."

A silver outline appeared in the darkness, forming the sparkling outline of a male form. It instantly filled with a bright silver glow, and then disappeared to leave behind the Alchemist that had previously revived James Kline.

"Where have you been!" The witch growled.

"I was needed in another part of the Underworld," the Alchemist replied dismissively. He reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a clear vial filled with cerulean liquid. "Here," he snapped. "The first one's on the house. The next one, however…"

James grabbed the potion eagerly, and drunk it down. "Now, what do you mean about the next one?"

"I don't work for free," the Alchemist replied.

"What are you proposing?"

The Alchemist touched his triple six pendant. "I want powers. Bring me powers in exchange for your next potion." He touched the side of his face. "Which you'll need in about twenty-four hours."

James shared a daring look with the Alchemist, before turning on his heel. "I have things to do," he snapped. The cavern was illuminated with a bright red glow, and then he was gone.

The Alchemist smirked with confidence. "He'll be back."

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"She what!" Piper burst into Phaelinna's room, staring at the brick wall that was formally Andy Trudeau. Her eyes bugged. "Where is she?"

Glenn shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "She left with Pandora."

"Does Prue know?"

"No."

Piper moved cautiously to the door, and glanced about the hall. "Good," she whispered, "keep it that way."

As she left, Glenn moved to the door and shut it. He shook his head hopelessly as he turned back to his bricked friend. The mortal collected his niece from the bassinet, and began to rock her thoughtfully. "Don't worry, buttercup, we're gonna fix daddy up real soon."

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Persia stood cautiously at the closed door of her father's bedroom. Her eyes were glowing a vicious electric yellow, and the veins along her arms and neck seemed to pop as she blistered with anger. The bright yellow vanished from her eyes as she reached out for the gold handle of the door. Throwing it open, she stepped inside, not expecting what lay before her.

On the bed, Phoebe Halliwell lay near naked. Her arms were being held against the black sheets with harsh force, and her limp legs were spread wide across the lower half of the bed. She wore nothing but a lacy, dark purple bra.

James, on the other hand, lay atop his ex-girlfriend. He, too, was near naked. And apparently he hadn't noticed the opened door, because he was too busy applying rough kisses to Phoebe's flat stomach. Slowly, he was moving down her body as she struggled against his powerful form.

Persia's mouth dropped into a half open circle. She staggered slightly. Her mind was becoming clearer. The golden specks in her eyes flickered as she stared at her father's rhythmic movements.

----Flashback----

"W-w-why is the l-l-l-l-limie all da way ov-v-v-ver here?" The electrokinetic slurred, as Dane led her to the back of the school where it was nearly pitch dark by now, except for the light of the full moon.

"Because," Dane replied without a real answer. He opened the door of the limo and nudged her inside.

"Wh-where's the driv-v-v-ver?"

"Gone," Dane replied as he shoved his way in next to her and shut the door, locking it behind him.

"Dane, w-wh-what's goin' on?" Persia mumbled.

"What do you think?" Dane asked, a wicked grin appearing on his face as he pressed his lips tightly to her's.

"Dane!" The Halliwell cried, shoving uselessly at her date.

Dane grabbed the witch by the arms and shoved her down onto the back seat, crawling on top of her.

"D-Dane," Persia whimpered. "Wh-what did y-y-you do to m-me?"

"I just gave you a little something to relax you," Dane replied as he slipped off his jacket while still sitting atop Persia and keeping her pinned to the seat. "You weren't too receptive of me and I knew if I just gave you a little something, you'd loosen up." He slid the tie off from around his neck. "I was right," he said as he bent down and kissed her roughly on the lips.

Persia's eyes darted back and forth in panic. Her limbs were becoming more and more numb by the moment and she couldn't think clearly. Everything in her line of vision was becoming a blur. "N-no.."

"Yes," Dane said as he began to unbutton his dress shirt.

"D-Dane.."

"That's right," Dane grinned wickedly. He tossed his white dress shirt to the ground only to reveal a muscular, tanned chest. He slid his body down to Persia's and planted a series of rough kisses across her neck.

"P-please!" The wary witch pleaded. "N-no!"

"You wanted this, Persia Halliwell. You accepted to go out with me," Dane whispered as he slid his body further down her's and pulled her upper body upright, sliding his hands around to her back and unzipping the back of her dress.

Persia could feel her mind numbing further, but she could still hear Dane's voice and the sound of the zipper on her dress coming to a stop at the end of her dress. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. "Dane, no!"

"Shh, just enjoy it, okay?"" Dane slid her the bodice of her dress away, leaving her strapless bra to Dane's lustful eyes. He licked his lips and leaned in, dotting her lean stomach with rough kisses.

Persia cringed at the feel of his lips against her bare stomach and clamped her eyes shut, knowing that his eyes were roaming her bust. "H-help!" She yelled, knowing that it was useless.

"Shh!" Dane hissed, flinging a hand into her face and leaving behind a bright red hand imprint on the side of her left cheek. He slid off his prey and gently, lustfully, slid off the skirt of her Prom dress to expose a white slip. A sick expression of glee appeared on his face as he ran a hot, sweaty hand across a bare part of her leg and began to slide his hand up under her slip and up to her thigh, where he gently massaged her upper thigh. Then he pulled his hand back and began to unbutton his pants.

Persia could feel her mind slowing even further now, her waist and stomach were now too numb to feel as well. Thinking was like trying to move through a pool of freezing cold honey. "H-help!" She screamed again, only to be slapped across the other side of her face. Her fingers flexed, releasing a jet of neon yellow energy right into Dane's leg.

Dane screamed in pain as he jumped back. He'd been too busy removing his clothing to realize what had happened, thinking that it was some sort of really powerful form of static electricity. He straddled the witch, running his tongue across his lips and leaning across her body, forming a suction between his mouth and Persia's. Then he allowed his tongue to roam her mouth, longingly.

Persia tried to scream out, on the verge of blacking out. With her last ounce of consciousness, she released a high voltage stream of electricity. The neon yellow blast blasted the limo door, shattering the glass and sending the door flying off its hinges.

----Flashback----

Persia shrieked. Her mind had been freed from the magic of James' earlier potion.

The sound caught his attention, and his head spun around to meet the gaze of his daughter. "Persia," he choked, clearly caught off guard.

"You bastard!" The electrokinetic screamed. Her hands laced together and she pushed them out in front of her. They began to sizzle with electricity, forming a blinding yellow bolt. As it ejected her hands, its sheer force repelled her in the opposing direction. The last thing she saw as she hit the wall was a catastrophic explosion.

TO BE CONTINUED….