Prue looked over the pages of the book with Phoebe leaning against her. With each page they turned they learned more and more about what Melinda had done to Martha. They could see how Martha would see it as betrayal, yet it was in the name of good, a good Martha herself opnce fought to protect.

"You ok Phoebs?" Piper looked at her younger sister with concern as she entered the attic bringing some tea into the room for her and her sisters.

Phoebe looked up at Piper, "Yeah, just a bit tired." She replied to her sister not moving from her position from Prue.

Piper looked on in concern but said nothing. She knew that Phoebe would see this through no matter what. She placed the tray down and looked over at her sisters. "So anything new?"

"No yet, just the same. You know Melinda turned in Martha or better yet never said anything and Melinda never said anything to defend her friend." Prue said as she turned the next page

"Not to mention that Melinda bound her powers so she could not defend herself from the police." Phoebe added as she cast a glance to her older sister. Phoebe finally lifted her head from Prue's shoulder and made her way to the BOS. "Maybe there's something in here now that we know who it is." She stated quietly as she began to turn each page. But as she started, the book started to turn its own pages.

Stepping back a step Phoebe waited until it stopped moving. Looking down on the page it stopped at, she read it carefully before looking up to her sisters.

Prue watched as her sister read the passage before her. Though not able to keep her own curiosity to herself, "Phoebs?"

"I think we need to go on a vacation." Phoebe said quietly, not taking her eyes off the page before her.

Prue and Piper looked at each other before stepping forward to see what the ancient pages where telling them.

Piper was the first to realize what the page said, "So we have to got to Salem to stop all this from continuing?" she asked as she re-read the passage in the book.

"Looks like it." Prue confirmed as she finished reading the page.

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Phoebe sat on the couch thinking of what had happened in the last few days. And now she was about to go the one place in the world that witches were definitely NOT welcome.

"Hey Phoebs. You ready to go?" Piper asked as she sat down beside her sister.

"I'm starting to thinking this is not such a good idea. I mean the people of Salem. Us being witches. I just have this feeling that we are going to find ourselves at the end of a noose."

"Don't be crazy Phoebe. This is the 20th century. Things like that don't happen anymore." Piper convinced her sister.

Phoebe leaned against her sister praying secretly that she was wrong and they would leave there in one piece.

She watched the carefully from outside the Manor. She knew that she had to do something, for they were the last on her own trial of revenge. The deaths to the ancestors of Melinda Warren and then she could continue her own life as she please.

She had almost given up on how to torment them to their deaths but then she realized what she could do to one of them. The youngest was the key. For she saw the future, present and past, and it was the past she was most interested in, as she concentrated on Phoebe and continued her own method of torment.

The names passed by her slow enough that she could read everyone. But she also felt everyone's pain and death as the noose tightened around their necks. She tried to cry out but as one ended the next one started. She soon lost herself in what was going on around her.

They had arrived at the airport and soon boarded their plane. The older two seeing how the youngest looked and placed her securely in the middle of them.

"Prue. She doesn't look that great." Piper mentioned to her eldest sister as she looked down at the sleeping figure of the baby, Phoebe.

"I know Pipe. Maybe she just has the flu or something."

"Or something. Prue she's been run down ever since the time with Andy at that house when we came across that crushed guy."

"I know Piper." Prue shot back.

"So, do you think it has anything to do with all this supernatural stuff and Martha Corey?"

Prue looked down at her sleeping sister, "I hope not Piper. I hope not." She said never taking her eyes off the sleeping form of her baby sister. She knew something was up but she didn't want to think of what it truly was.

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Another death as the neck snapped, killing one instantly. Each time it was different. Some died instantly with an easy snap, some it was longer as the life was slowly sucked from them with each dying breath. She tried to shake herself free as she felt the noose tighten around her own neck as they prepared to hang another, but she couldn't escape what was happening.

"Phoebe wake up." Piper shock her sister but got no response. "Phoebe?"

Prue looked on and gently placed a hand on Phoebes shoulder so as not to startle. But as she did her sister bolt up from seat and gasped trying to breathe.

"Ok, easy breaths honey." Piper said as she gently rubbed Phoebes back as she and Prue looked at her with concern. It was getting harder to wake their sister up when she had visions like she was in her sleep. It was getting that they almost didn't want her to sleep, fearing that one of these times she might not wake up. And that what ever was going on would kill her.

As she slowly got her breath and her own senses back she rested against Piper.

"You wanna talk about it sweetie?" Prue tried to convince her sister to tell them what happened as she brushed the hair from her face.

"It. It was like it was happening to me. Each time one was killed I could feel the air and their souls leaving them. Some it was as quick as the snap of their neck."

Piper closed her eyes and tried to keep her own emotions in control as she held her sister. How could her sister go through that every time?

"We have to stop this. Each time its getting harder for me to break away from it. Its like." Phoebe stopped as she looked up and locked eyes with Prue, "I feel as if I'm going to die like they did." She managed to say quietly as a lone tear escaped down her face.

All Prue could do was pull her sister closer as she held her safely in her arms. "I won't let it." She stated in a tone that meant she would do everything to protect her baby sister no matter what it took.

She knew where they were going. It would have been only a matter of time before they did. That was the only way they could vanquish her now. She knew even that could prove their undoing. She watched them as they slowly made their way through the small town looking for a clue yet acting like any other tourist that came through.

She waited until the right time and then they would all know what it was like to slowly feel the life being sucked out of your body as you swung from the end of a rope. Soon she would have her revenge on Melinda Warren and the world would no longer have the sisters three to protect them.