The drive home was quiet as each sister thought of the man in the house. An innocent that was killed, that maybe they could have prevented. But they knew they couldn't.

They had walked into the Manor in silence, each one going their separate ways. Piper to the kitchen, Prue to the solarium and Phoebe upstairs no doubt to the attic. Everyone going to the one place they knew or felt safe. Their comfort place.

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Phoebe lay on the bed, her back to her door as she thought what had happened that night. It was an innocent that she saw, and she didn't save him. But everything seemed when she woke that it was Giles. The tears appeared from nowhere as she thought of that man crushed to death slowly just because his relative had something to do with the witch trials.

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Piper fussed in the kitchen as she always did when she was upset. But what was really nagging her was her sisters' premonition the night before. They had all thought it was Giles that had died, that Phoebe had seen the past. But now they find out she was seeing the future or the present.

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She tossed another magazine on the seat beside her as she tried to put together the pieces. Where had they gone wrong? Who was the man in the house and why was the ghost still there? Was she waiting for them or just waiting to bask in the glory of her kill?

Prue finally stood and went through the kitchen to see what Piper was doing.

"What are you cooking?" Prue asked as her senses were assaulted by something that didn't normally come from the kitchen when Piper was cooking.

"I don't really know. I'm just throwing things in the pot."

Prue looked at her and then into the pot, pulling away almost instantly. "Ok. Do I have to eat it?"

"Hey." Piper smacked her as she tossed some more onions in the pot. "Not my best is it?" she finally caved as she looked at what was in the pot.

"Honestly? No." Prue agreed as she started for the kitchen door.

Prue made her way up the stairs to the second floor. She knew that her sister was in the attic and that was were she herself was heading. But when she opened the attic door she found it empty. Turning around she went back down to the second floor and straight to her sisters' room.

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She watched as they entered their home. She knew that inside they would be mad and upset with themselves as all good witches were when they lost an innocent. But with these witches it was more then just pleasure in watching them suffer. This was also her revenge to them for what Melinda did to her. She may have stripped or bound her powers then but she still have them now. She knew their weaknesses. The oldest's need to protect the younger two was the strongest. But they all had to protect each other in their own way. There was no one link that held them together. To get at one meant you got to them all.

Her mind drifted back to when her own life was nearly over.

Salem 1692:

Judge William Stoughton sat at his magistrate's bench before bringing down the gavel as he had many times before.

"Martha Corey. You are condemned for witchcraft and the attempted murder of one Prudence Warren. A mer baby who could not even defend herself. As well as the murder of Michael Warren"

The gasp of the crowd almost sent a quiet hush throughout the courtroom. The silent whispers of what the accused had done. Almost everyone in town had heard of the death of Mr. Warren and what he had sacrificed for the child he saw for that one split second before his death.

"You are sentenced to death by hanging. Sentence to be carried out at sundown on Sept 22 in the year of our lord, 1692. May god have pity on your soul." He stated as his gavel thundered down on the bench. Sealing her fate.

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She walked toward her own fate as she shut out the crowd that repeated the same thing over and over.

"Witch, witch, witch, witch." They yelled at her and threw things at her. Most she knew was rotten fruit or vegetables.

She made her way to Gallows Hills followed by the others that had been found guilty. She had caught the eye of Melinda Warren as she stepped up to the gallows. Holding her glare the whole time as the hangman placed the noose around her neck.

Their eyes never looked away from each other as she felt the noose tighten.

"For all that are here as witnesses. You are condemned to hang, until dead."

With the drop of his hand the gallows opened and the women that were accused swung in the mid air. As their bodies convulsed and fought off the inevitable they soon hung lifeless.

Melinda watched as her once friend hung there fighting a no win battle as the life was sucked from her. It was something she hated to see, as her friend Rachel stood beside her, offering what comfort she could. But it was over now. They had taken care of the once good witch turned evil.

Slowly opening the door she looked on at her sisters sleeping figure. Walking up to the bed she sat down beside her and just let her know she was there.

She tossed in her restless sleep as the air escaped her. She tried to get something into her lungs but nothing was working. She clutched her throat gasping for air.

Prue quickly went to her sister bedside and tried to wake her but with no luck. "Phoebe. Come on honey wake up." She tried again right before her sister bolted up gasping for the air her lungs so desperately needed.

Prue held her in her arms not sure what happened, but knew, for her baby sister it was not pleasant. "Phoebs. You ok now?"

"I think so. I felt her die Prue." Phoebe stated, as finally found her voice as she nestled into Prue. "Why didn't I see it Prue?" Phoebe asked about the death of the innocent

"I don't know honey. But now that we know what she is doing, maybe next time we can prevent it.

Phoebe let out a few more cries to her sister as she thought of the previous night. She didn't want to feel that again.

"What do you say you and I go through that journal again and see what she may be up to next."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think she is looking for revenge I think she is going after the relatives of those that betrayed her or had her convicted."

"And that's why she is coming after us?" Piper said from the doorway

Prue looked up to the sound of her sisters' voice and locked eyes. "Yes."

Phoebe stayed not moving from her spot near Prue, "So what do we do?

Prue looked from Piper and down to Phoebe. "We find out how to vanquish her for good." She stated as she realized what they all must do. Face the demons of their families past.