"Stacey I have to go."
"Why? So you and Prue can fight some more and you can be miserable?"
"No. But too many weird things have been happening ever since we got back from Salem."
"Like what?"
"Ok what about that guy at the bar the other night."
"One weird guy who suddenly goes ballistic and then kills himself and that makes you think its something from our trip?" Stacey looked at her friend not believeing what she was hearing.
"No. I don't know. Look I just feel something that tells me I need to go back home. Who knows, maybe Prue and I can make amends."
"Right. And I'm part of the royal family. Phoebe you two have never gotten along. What makes you think she's forgiven you anyway?"
"I don't. I don't know, it's just a feeling I have. I'm sorry Stacey. Tell Sam I'll call him." Phoebe said as she hugged her friend and got on the bus that would take her back to her family. Back to San Francisco and to a world that she would never thought existed.
Another one. She was getting her revenge slowly but she was still getting it. She felt her Wiccan blood boil as she took another life. She would dedicate every other one to her lost husband as well.
"Piper get the book!" Prue called out
"I got it already relax." Piper said as she carried the treasured tome down the stairs.
"Now until we figure out what the hell that was last night." Prue shot back at her from the other room.
They were on yet another supernatural hunt. Ever since Phoebe had come home from NYC, almost six months ago, and found her way into the attic, reading the incantation from the families Book of Shadows. They had unleashed their powers. Powers of past witches in their family line. But the three sister were the destined most powerful witches. Three sisters coming together would form the bond of the Charmed Ones. The most powerful witches the world would ever know.
"Ok so last night was what a demon? A warlock and ghost?" Phoebe asked as she started flipping through the pages trying to find what they all thought they saw in the alley.
"A spirit." Came the familiar voice of their whitelighter Leo, sent down to guide the sisters in their path of fighting evil.
"Like I said, a ghost."
"Yes and no. A ghost haunts the living or comes to them in a vision of sorts. Scares them. A Spirit is the actual soul of a person and has been known to posses them and to do their bidding if they are strong enough."
"So it's an evil Spirit?" Piper asked as she stood next to Prue.
"Most likely. A good one would have already moved on. But with sprits they are usually bound here for a reason and its is usually revenge or something that they felt needed to be taken care of."
"Ok Leo is there a way to get rid of a spirit?" Prue asked wanting to get rid of what or whoever they saw in the alley.
Leo looked at Prue, "Yes but..."
"But. No buts. I don't like buts." Phoebe whined as she looked up from the BOS.
"You first have to figure out who it is."
"You mean was." Piper added as she looked at Leo.
The silence hung in the room as what Leo said truly sunk in. First they would have to find out who the spirit was, before they could vanquish it to where it rightfully belongs.
She watched as he walked up the steps to his home. She had made her way across America. She was still a bit surprised as to what had become of the country she had helped give birth to. She had killed so many now. All those that were involved in her sentencing had many offspring and they in turn had many more. She hadn't even killed half of those that had accused her and brought her to trial, or those that had done the same to her husband. Some were directly linked to the trials, others were her accusers. But she had saved a few to the end. Those that had known what she was doing was not harmful and yet they stood and did nothing to stop what had happened. Fellow witches that watched as she was executed that day.
Now she waited as he entered his house, she ran at him. The descendent of the judge that had condemned her to the life she had now.
He turned the key seconds before he heard the sound, a high pitched screech. He turned suddenly to the road where he heard it coming from behind him. At first he saw nothing, but then a flash of something that looked more like a glow of white. Then he felt the impact of something slamming into his body as he crashed through the unlocked door. He felt the weight there, but he saw nothing. Then the weight was gone, but he still felt the coldness in the air of his house. He looked around waiting and searching for the next attack. He felt the air almost ripple around him as he suddenly spun around to then feel the ceremonial dagger his father had given him enter his stomach. He felt the twist as some how it was held in place.
She looked on in satisfaction as the pain showed on his face. She felt his own lifes essence leaving his body, as his life slowly ended. Ironic she thought as she looked down at the dagger in her hand. She recognized it right away as one that the judge that condemned her wore all the time. Even the family heirloom would pay part in their destruction.
She left the house with satisfaction. She had succeeded again getting her revenge on another.
Leo looked up and listened as he silently spoke with the elders. Looking somber he looked back down at the three witches before him knowing that they would not be happy with what he had to tell them. "It struck again. A banker over in the heights area."
"What? Can't they give a little more notice then once the victim is dead? How the heck are we suppose to protect the innocent if they are dead before we even know they are a target?" Prue almost yelled at him.
"I'm sorry." He answered helplessly.
"Yeah so are we." Phoebe said as she picked up the book and started to walk away. Though as her hand brushed the yellowed pages of their old book her world went black and white.
Prue and Piper recognized the signs right away and waited for their sister to come out of her premonition, though to them this time it seemed to last forever.
Phoebe gasped out and bent over as she cried out in pain as soon as her power released her.
"Phoebe?" both her sisters asked with concern. They had never seen her react that way when she came out of a vision.
Trying to regain her own senses she felt her sisters arms around her and she took in a deep breath and felt the pain subside.
"Take you time honey. You ok?" Prue rested a hand on Phoebes back as she looked at her sister with concern.
"It was. I could feel the pain as it entered his body, causing as much pain and torment as possible. Then it left him and then I could feel, as the knife entered him and twisted. But I felt something else, something evil. It was as if I could feel the spirits soul crying out in joy at what it had done."
Prue wrapped her arms around Phoebe trying to protect her from what she had seen. It was these moments that Prue wanted Phoebes power of site.
"Phoebe was that the past or the future you saw?" Piper asked as gentle as she could.
"I think it was the future, it looked like it was down near the docks."
"So we go now and wait to see what happens? Maybe we can figure out who this person is so we can vanquish their sorry asses. I don't think Andy wants any more unexplained bodies around the city." Prue explained as she took Phoebe by the hand and made her way to the front door.
Once again she waited for the right time. She had seen him down there many times at night. He usually worked alone down there, the perfect time to exact her revenge.
"You must move forth." The voice suddenly spoke in her head.
"I am moving."
"Not with the mortals. The witches. Those are the real criminals to you."
"I will do this as I please."
"If they figure out who you are you will be vanquished."
"What witch is powerful enough to destroy me? None that live now." She yelled at the voice. "Now leave me!" she finished as she waited for her next victim.
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"There! Stop there Prue." Phoebe hollered out and almost jumped from the Jeep before Prue even brought it to a stop.
"Phoebe wait!" Piper yelled at her sister who was now halfway down the docks.
Prue and Piper ran after their sister as she continued her run down and along the docks.
Phoebe only had one thing in mind. To stop what she saw from happening. At that point in time she didn't even care about herself, just that the man was not hurt.
As she rounded the corner she saw it, or more so saw her. She was waiting outside the building, and Phoebe knew who she was waiting for. "Hold it!" she yelled out as she came closer to the spirit before her.
Spinning around startled that someone could have actually seen her. She watched as the young girl ran towards her followed by two more women. "You can see me?"
"I can see you and I know what you are about to do. And I won't let you."
"And who are you to stop me?" she asked calmly almost laughing at the small girl in front of her.
But as she spoke there was something in her eyes, something that she recognized but couldn't recall where. She watched as the other two came beside her and the three stood side by side. It came to her then as to who they were.
"You are the descendants of Melinda Warren."
"And if we are?" Prue said with a voice of command.
"Then you will also meet my revenge. For it was she that exposed me to the witch hunters. It was she that sealed my death, and for that you will all die." She promised as she then disappeared, leaving the Charmed Ones now wondering even more who this spirit was and what did Melinda have to do with it.