A/N: Sowy-ness for the delayed update. New Year's was freakin' hectic. AND, events concerning people have accumulated and exploded unto themselves so I couldn't really write much. I hope you guys still find this amusing though. ^.^ I had so much fun writing their childish selves, although it was a bit hard trying to summarize three episodes in one chapter. This kinda combines the second half of The Honeymoon's Over + Magic Hour + Once Upon a Time. Which also contributed to the lateness. ANYWAYS, it's here so yeah. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I wish, but I don't. I even have to acknowledge for the dialogue me's copied directly fwom them. Thank youuu! ^.^ Oooh… And also… The Hokey Pokey song? Not mine either… Poos.. Too much to acknowledge. Grrr… T.T Anything you recognize from media, like even the Teletubbies, still not mine, so shoo! (After that disclaimer, you'll probably be like, wtf is she gonna be writing be writing about?) Oh, and you can figure Simple Plan's not mine either, but it says to say so.

Chapter 3: So Innocent

I don't want to be told to grow up
And I don't want to change
I just want to have fun
I don't want to be told to grow up
And I don't want to change
So you better give up
'Cause I'm not going to change
I don't want to grow up

- Grow Up (Simple Plan)

Prue lay in her bed thinking.

It had been a couple of weeks since she'd had that conversation with Cole, but it all seemed much longer than that. They had battled an entire court of justice full demons and found their leader slightly incinerated before they had managed to get to him. It was a bit weird how he'd just combusted like that without them even doing anything.

Maybe…?

Nah. She dismissed the thought before it even fully formed in her head. She had had her suspicions, but she wasn't a paranoid freak yet. It must've been when they'd managed to defeat all those Guardians and he would've been connected to them somehow?

And then there were those two the other week. Brooke and Christopher. They'd managed to help them find each other after the curse. She had done some of her best 'supportive lying' (as she called it) there. Maybe it wasn't exactly the truth, but it did work, right? Besides, Christopher had been an owl. He couldn't possibly tell Brooke himself, and she knew he wanted to. She just… gave them a little push on the way. Prue smiled. Watching the two of them had given her some of the hope she had been trying to make herself believe. She missed Andy and the pain would never really go away. It never did. Not for her mom. Not for Grams. Not for her dad either. But it didn't hurt as much as before. It kind of faded over time. Faded, but never gone.

When she looked at their perseverance though, at how much they had suffered and what they had to endure just to be together… Their hope kind of rubbed off on her. Besides, this was the kind of support Piper needed right now.

After the failed 'Rudovega', Piper had been a complete mess. Most of the time she seemed so out of it. And if she wasn't isolating herself in her room, she was at the club, working and working. It was almost a week since Leo had been forced to orb out and disappeared. No call. No message. No note. And with every passing day, Piper grew more worried and worried. Her and Phoebe were worried as well, but nothing compared to Piper. What if Leo never came back? Worse, what if they had clipped his wings or been obliterated into a million pieces. Prue looked at the clock. Eleven-thirty. At this rate, she wasn't going to get sleep.

Pushing the covers off, she stepped off her bed and found her slippers. She stood up and stretched a bit. She had been lying there for a whole hour and a half.

Yeah. Not sleeping. Not at all.

She went to her dresser and looked at her reflection in the large mirror. He hadn't been trying to take her top off. After he'd walked out on her, she'd just stood there for a couple of minutes, almost not knowing what to feel. She was obviously embarrassed, but was also annoyed. He hadn't even let her say sorry or even try to redeem herself.

Why does HE get to have the last word? she asked herself. She hadn't been able to reflect on the situation yet, given the eventful weeks, but right now, of the many feelings she had felt, the most obvious one she could go for was annoyed.

Getting up, she heard muffled moaning from the hallway. Piper? Leo? ALREADY?

Running down the hallway she opened Piper's door and entered the room. The light from the hallway gave enough light for her to see what was happening. Piper was thrashing about in her bed, the covers tangled and her forehead shiny with sweat. She seemed to be having a bad dream.

Sitting beside her, she grabbed her shoulders gently and shook her. "Piper, wake up! Piper…"

Piper opened her eyes, orienting herself. "Leo's not coming back," she said, her expression half to tears.

"Honey, it was just a bad dream," she tried to reassure her.

"No, it wasn't," she said more forcefully. "It was real… I don't understand. Why are they doing this to us? It's like… Destroying lives is how they amuse themselves!"

"Piper, watch what you say," Prue said, looking up.

Although Piper had every right to be furious, she wasn't going to let 'them' have one more reason to hurt her. They could be listening in any moment.

"Why? What are they gonna do to me?" she challenged. "They couldn't hurt me more than they already have."

Prue did not know what to say. Piper looked so defeated, it was just not like her. All she could do was hug her sister while she cried.

Prue put the phone down and headed for the kitchen. Piper was already pouring the water into their cups and dipping the teabags in. The round kitchen clock by the wall read twelve-thirty in the morning and Phoebe wasn't home yet.

I just hope she didn't scratch the car… she thought. Phoebe had just abruptly cut off the call. That couldn't be too good.

"I just… It was just too real. That wasn't a dream," Piper said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Piper… I'm sure that was just from the stress. Leo wouldn't let-"

"Yeah, but that's the thing! It's not up to Leo! It's up to them and whatever the hell they want to do with us!" she said, her voice rising. Prue looked taken aback. "Sorry. I'm just…"

"I know," she said in a soothing voice. "But, Leo will come back. He tried to marry you even though he was fully aware of the risks. I'm sure he'll try to see you, no matter what. Besides, he's still our Whitelighter…"

"Unless they clipped his wings. Or reassigned him. Whichever. He's still not with me…" Piper concluded, her face downcast, looking at the tea bag slumped at the bottom of her cup.

Prue watched her take another sip of the tea. She could definitely not tell her about that incident with Cole then. And she couldn't tell Phoebe. She still didn't know exactly why. Well, now, it didn't really matter because he wasn't really a bad guy… Was he? He seemed to alright. Maybe except for the fact that he was an arrogant prat.

Maybe I COULD tell her. I mean, she's been so depressed… At least she'd have something to laugh at…

"I was going to tell you something, actually…" she started.

"Huh? About what?" Piper asked, her head snapping up from her cup.

"About Co-"

"We're home!" Phoebe yelled from the door.

Awesome timing Pheebs. Just… great.

"We?" asked Piper, arching an eyebrow. I shrugged. She didn't mention anything before.

Phoebe entered the kitchen, a girl in tow. "Yes, we. This is Kate. Kate, these are my older sisters Prue and Piper."

The room was dark, the only light coming from the lamp post direct outside the window, setting shadows everywhere. Cole sat on the bed, thinking about what he was going to do next.

They have a Whitelighter. Of course.

He reminisced the day he'd gone to their house to deliver the wedding books he'd switched. Phoebe had answered, but he never let him in. He was sure they had been hiding something. Probably the preparations for that wedding. It wasn't exactly something he'd planned on doing, but reporting their mischief to the other side might well work for his benefit. He was sure that would've hit the middle sister hard. Anything that hurt them in any kind of way was good, so long as they didn't suspect him of anything.

"You do good work," the hooded man complimented him.

"To get close to the Halliwell's with no suspicion… Splendi," said another.

"And we were pleased that you informed us of the witch's nuptials," the third member of the Triad behind him spoke.

Cole nodded at them. "The pleasure was mine."

"And the pleasure was theirs when the information was shared."

"You get useful knowledge of the Charmed Ones, now you must gain their trust," the first one said. "Others have failed."

"Others weren't me," he replied.

"So, what is next?" the one on his left asked. They had to be reported of every single detail he gained.

"The wedding was child's play, a perk if you will. I'm focusing my attentions on Phoebe, she's my way in," he told them. Phoebe was indeed his way in. And he would definitely have to stay away from Prue. "You sent me up to find out how to destroy them, I'd say we're well on our way."

He had just confirmed to them his plans and definitely pulled Prue out of the equation. She was way too dangerous for him to get close to. For one, her power was an active and a better honed one than the others'. Second, she was too… Prudent for his benefit, ironically. Third… There wasn't a third one. He would rather not acknowledge that one. It was not supposed to exist. Like he said, she was far too dangerous. Ever since that day he had last talked to her properly, before the last trial and before him focusing his attentions on Phoebe, he had been annoyed. Well, yes annoyed, and something else. She was not backing down or saying anything. It irked him that she thought so low of him. It was also his pride talking. He had failed to win the sister he had initially set his intentions onto, even though he'd actually tried to 'save' her.

What are you talking about? You were trying to get close to her to blast her off into a million bits. Focus Cole, focus.

Yes obliterate. Not saving. Fire, burning fire. Screaming witch, screaming in pain. Finally lying on the bed and entering the covers, the demon within him whispered the ill-intentioned thoughts. For some reason though, he did not enjoy it as much as he usually did when imagining the fear on the witch's eyes. He imagined those same blue-grey eyes that had looked at him at the night club that night they'd first made contact. Somehow, pain and fear did not suit them. Instead, he saw passion and fearlessness. Like the way she had been looking at him on the parking lot. He'd been drawn to them, like an invisible rope pulling him closer and he did not even notice it until he'd seen those lips and sobered up.

Not good, not good. Don't think about that!

Tomorrow night he was going to make his move. Yes, that was a safe topic. He'd just done a little bit of research earlier and watched Kill it Before it Dies, a movie Phoebe seemed to love. It was one of those B-rated slasher films from the sixties. It was a bit cheesy, but he could tell why she seemed to love it so much. If Billy Appleby was the guy of her dreams and her knight in shining armor, then he'd be that guy, or at least pretend to be, not that being chivalrous was hard. He would just try not to deliver too many cheesy lines, although he couldn't seem to help it when he was around her. A whole century had made him a master of flirting, but sometimes, he just forgot which decade he lived in. If everything went according to plan, then tomorrow would be a good day.

Prue and Phoebe giggled their way out of the house. Skipping down the stairs was so much fun! Kate had sprinkled them with fairy dust which had made them innocent again. Also, with the brain capacity of five-year-olds, but innocent nonetheless. Now that they had the key to Thistle's box, they only needed Piper so she could freeze the trolls when midnight struck to protect Kate when she was attacked again. First, they needed to get to Piper though.

"Prueeee… Do you r'member how to dwive?" Phoebe asked, twirling the key that was on her neck. "Oooh! And that fewy was sooo pweety! Do you think we can get one?"

"Ummmm. I don't knoow! Maybe Thistle has heaps and heaps and heaps of fwends and we can b'rrow 'em!" she giggled while trying to fit the key into the door of the car. "This thing woooon't opeeen!" she stomped.

"Let me twy!" Phoebe took the key and jammed it into the key whole. "Woopsies. I think I bwoke it."

"Phoebeeeee!" whined Prue. The key was stuck.

"Soowy!" Phoebe replied, looking at the ground her hands still playing with the key around her neck.

"Okie… Uhhhhh… Oh! I know! If I tuuurn it…" Prue said while turning the key. "Yay! I diid it! I diid it!" she said dancing around.

After a couple more moments of twirling, they got into the car and started the engine.

"Urrrmmmm… What does 'D' meaaan?" asked Phoebe.

"Maybe… Maybe it means 'dirtyyy'…" Prue giggled.

"Nooo… I don't think so! " Phoebe looked at the stick. Moving it, she put it in reverse. "Wokie! Twy now! Twy now!"

Prue revved the engine and pushed the brakes. It did not move.

"What's wrooong? We diid it before!" Phoebe whined again. "We're n'ver gonna get to Piper now!"

"Urm…" her sister replied, fiddling with the buttons of the car. "Let's try this wun!" The air condition started blowing. "Maybe this wun?" and the stereo played on full blast.

"Stop it stop it stop it!" Phoebe yelled, covering her ears at the deafening music.

Prue, panicking, pressed everything, setting the screen wipers on. Finally, she found the off button and the music stopped. Trying to think amidst the five-year-old blur, she remembered the hand brake. Pulling it out, the car started moving downhill. This was San Francisco after all.

"We're moving we're moving!" Phoebe said in a sing-songy voice.

"But we're moving baack! We're supposed to move forward! R'membeeer?" Prue said looking back. "Ermmmm…"

Her body, which subconsciously remembered being an adult, moved automatically as if it were something completely normal and she changed the gears to drive. Pushing the pedal again, they managed to move forward.

"Oh oh! Watch out!" Phoebe said, pointing at the car in front of them.

Prue pushed at the brakes as hard as she could and they stopped abruptly, their heads almost hitting the dashboard and the steering wheel. Fortunately, they did not hit the car.

"I think we should put our seatbelts ooon." Phoebe said.

Cole looked around at the club. Phoebe had said they'd just meet there instead of their house. Something was definitely up. One second they'd been flirting, the next she was hanging up the phone. People were already piling in and had started dancing. Moving back to the couches where he'd first seen Prue, he sat down and waited. It was the most secluded and private area of the club anyway, so he could observe perfectly well.

Then there they were. By the stage trying to set up the mic. They started dancing along with the people, slightly elevated from the dance floor.

Is that even… dancing? he thought, arching an eyebrow. Their arms were all flailing about, hips everywhere, legs not knowing where to actually stand. It reminded him of a disoriented two-year-old. He hoped Phoebe did not really dance like that. He'd never be able to take her on a date and live down the shame. Judging by how they were acting, something was a little off.

"Okie people!" Prue blared into the mic. "We don't like thee music, sooo… We're gonna do something fun!"

"Yeah, yeah! Fun!" Phoebe yelled beside her.

Okaay… Something is DEFINITELY up.

The crowd stood watching them, as the music stopped. Some of them were weirded out and were quietly making comments amongst themselves, the others were half-expecting a nice surprise, like drinking game or something, thinking it was all part of the program for the night.

"We're gonna be dooiiiing… the HOKEY POKEY!" Prue announced into the microphone.

Cole had to almost cover his ears at her voice. She might not have even needed the microphone to let the whole club know… Wait. Hokey Pokey? Wasn't that for… Pre-school children?

"You put your right foot iin…" Prue started singing. "You put your right foot out…"

People looked at them with their best "What the fuck?" faces as they watched the two women dance around like demented hyper sugar-high children. It was like watching the Teletubbies, but with prettier and sexier women.

"You do the hokey pokey and you turn it all around!" the two of them sang as if they lived in their own world, not caring whether any of them would be able to show their faces in public ever again. Exactly like five-year-olds. Cole gaped at them , his jaw dropping and not closing like he'd swallowed a crowbar and it was stuck in his mouth. It was just… Incredible.

"… aaaand that's whaaat it's ALL A-BOUT!" they both sang for their grand finale. "Whoah!" Making a really fast turn, Prue went off balance and tumbled, falling sideways and bringing Phoebe down with her.

Getting over some of the shock, he moved around the crowd watching the two of them making a fool of themselves. He tried to stifle some of the laughter he couldn't seem to control. They were just… cute. Hilariously cute. He smiled, watching the stage laughing along with some of the people watching. Either they were drunk or high, he didn't really know which, but they were just so funny! And this was just perfect. Prue and Phoebe tried to get up but kept falling down half-way through, so they finally took their shoes off.

Barefoot it is then…

Having managed to get up, people started getting back to their own conversations, thinking the show was finished. Some of the other people just didn't like it and had started leaving. The others… Well the others were just standing there watching them with incredulous faces or laughing at them. One of the bartenders tried to get them off the stage but failed.

"Noo! We waiting for Pipeeerrr…" Phoebe said in what he could only think of was her… kid-voice.

"Aaand! We're daaancing! Wanna dance! You should dance wif uss it's weally weally weaaally fuuun!" Prue added, still holding onto the mic.

Cole smiled from a distance. He might have to get them drunk one of these days, then. If he'd known it was going to be this fun. It wasn't a bad idea either. If they were drunk… Their state of minds as he watched them now weren't exactly in the best conditions to vanquish anything, much less him. Yes. Tonight he was going to make progress. He might not have managed to have an actual date with Phoebe, but that would be fine. He would be able to get into the house without them noticing. Although… It wouldn't harm him to watch them a little longer. They seemed to be having a lot of fun. He smiled even more when Prue started singing Frere Jacques. Their faces were so innocent and carefree, he almost wished he wasn't supposed to kill them. Oh, but then he'd lose the glory and that would not exactly be pretty to watch.

Suddenly, the middle sister, Piper, came in and darted through the whole scene and onto the stage.

Okay, so she's the sober one today.

Watching the two get scolded like naughty children, he followed them out. It looked like they were going home. Good.

The ride home on the cab was more relaxing than their drive to P3. At least, there was a proper adult behind the wheel this time. It did not make it less childish though. They played and bounced on the seats all the way home, much to the cab driver's chagrin. After they paid for the cab, they ran into the house, trying to dodge every 'tween place they saw, but there were just too many.

"Geez, Louise… There are too many doorways in this house!" commented Phoebe as they rushed to through the rooms.

The manor already had three doorways in just one hallway right on the atrium. Then there were all those windows in the sun room, the living room, and not to mention the kitchen. Everything was almost like a huge in-between. Might as well have been midnight.

"Okay, we have to call Kate on the walkie-talkies, okaay?" Prue said, both of them still holding hands and staying as together as possible. Then the doorbell rang. "Oh, do you think the twolls know about doorbells?"

That would be really really really polite of them! But I know they're not nice. They're verrry mean!

"I don't know…" said Phoebe, walking cautiously with her to the door. Slowly, as if they were in a Mission Impossible movie, they held the handle of the door and turned it. Opening the door really fast, they didn't see anything. Not on their direct line of vision anyway. Cole was bended, looking like he'd been trying to peep through the key hole. Weird.

"Coooole!" Phoebe greeted him. Turns out her five-year-old self still had the same feelings for the guy. Prue looked at him surprised. He wasn't supposed to be here!

"Hey, you're home." Cole said nonchalantly while straightening up. They shouldn't suspect anything in their state…

"Yess." Phoebe replied, leaning towards him.

Prue sees her and grabs her back. "Ooh! Ooh! 'Tween!" They still had to be careful.

Especially with the bonus troll around, Prue added in her mind.

"Um… 'Scooze me but you were not suppooosed to meet me here… You were s'pposed to meet me at the club, 'member?"

"Was that the plan?" Cole asked putting his most confused face.

Phoebe looked at him with her childish face, "Yess that was the plaaaan…"

"Sorry, long day," he said in an apologetic grin.

Huh, cute. Prue thinks, Noooo… not nooow…

"Kay, byee! Close the door behind you!" she said trying to clear her head and stay focused while grabbing Phoebe to come with her to the attic.

"Byyee!" Phoebe waves at him trying to catch a last glimpse of him.

Think Cole, you can't let this opportunity go. "Um…" he said, making the sisters stop on their tracks, leaning on each other's backs. "It's a long drive home. Do you mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Numba one or numba twooo?" Phoebe asks.

Prue laughed. "He has to go dooodiiee…"

He almost didn't catch what they'd said from the doorway, "Excuse me?"

"Okay… But whatever you do, you have to do it vewy fast whatever it is!" Phoebe said, pointing at the bathroom upstairs.

Cole came in and walked past them a bit urgently while they both followed still holding hands. Prue held the walkie-talkie on her other hand, just in case Kate came over on the other line. Finding the bathroom door, they let Cole in and he closed the door, locking it inside. Looking around for a couple of seconds, he shimmered out of the bathroom and into the attic.

There it is. The Book of Shadows…

The covers looked worn, dusted and yellowing from the centuries. The book, he figured, would actually be older than him, having been handed down from generations and generations of powerful witches. Reacting on instinct, he reached for the book on the stand. It glowed, and next thing he knew it flew away from him and onto the floor.

It can move? Dammit… I guess it MUST have some sort of 'protection' to have survived this long.

He was probably not the only warlock or demon or entity that would have attempted to take the book. It did contain most of the witches' powers. He tried harder, this time unbounded himself by transforming into a demon. His whole body contorted, growing bigger, his skin changing into red with black stripes across his face. Reaching for it again, he tried with all his will-power to get through whatever enchantment it was surrounding the book. The Book of Shadows just moved away from him again, further back. He let out a loud growl. This was getting frustrating.

Downstairs on the second floor, Prue and Phoebe were still holding hands while talking to Kate in the walkie-talkies.

"… So, just staay there a-an-and turn on all the lights… it'll disappear in the shadows," Prue whispered.

Phoebe looked around, still clutching the key. "Yeah, yeah…"

Suddenly, they hear the growl coming from the attic. They both stop in their tracks, startled.

"Twolls," Phoebe whispered, wide-eyed.

Prue looked at her. "Let's go get 'em!"

Tiptoeing as fast as they could up the stairs in their child-like and exaggerated manner, they reached the closed door to the attic. Prue took her shoes off and put them on her hands like safe pads, ready to bash anything that came close to them. Looking at each other, they whispered up to three, before entering.

"HIYAAAAA!" they both screamed in high-pitched voices and posed as if they'd come out of a kung fu movie.

Phoebe turned on the light. They did not exactly find what they were expecting, and Cole just turned around to look at them in his demon form, surprised. For a moment, both parties just stared at each other: Prue and Phoebe not knowing exactly what to do with the kids in them taking over, while Cole couldn't exactly face them both right now without getting killed. Trusting his first instinct, he fled, shimmering back into the bathroom.

"Pwue… That was a vewy, vewy big twoll!" Phoebe whispered.

"That wasn't a twoll! That was a demon!" exclaimed Prue between breaths. This is weally weally baad…

They were kids right now. Well, grown-ups but with the minds of a kid. And with a demon who had managed to get inside the Attic without any complications whatsoever. He had also managed to escape unscathed.

"Okaaay… Well how does that fit into this stowy?" Phoebe asked.

The first thing that she checked wasn't there. It was on the floor, with the bookstand knocked over. "He was afta the Book of Shadows!"

"Alright…" her sister replied, "Well, you know we really can't wurry 'bout him now 'cause we havta get to Kate."

With that, Phoebe went to the doorway ready to go downstairs. Suddenly, a troll appeared, attached at the top of the doorframe. It laughed mischievously before diving into Phoebe's shirt and ran around inside it looking for the key.

"Oh! Phoebe!" yelled Prue, reaching for her. "Phoebe! Look ooout!". She'd forgotten and lingered in an in-between.

The little jerk was speeding away, while Phoebe tried to catch it. Prue did what first came into her mind and ran towards her, except she tripped on the carpet on the process, thanks to the trolls. Tackling Phoebe down, they added to Prue's impetus and got them rolling down the stairs. Their bodies hit the steps and corners in every possible angle of the their bodies, Phoebe first with Prue following along closely, but not hard enough to render them unconscious. They landed with a heavy thud at the bottom of the staircase.

Phoebe checked her neck. It wasn't there. "Prue, they got the key…"

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from the corner and Cole appeared. Oh crap… He was here all the time! Prue thought.

Cole looked at them with a worried expression. "Phoebe… Are you two okay?"

They both looked at each other. As if trolls and demons weren't enough for one night! Prue groaned, trying to find her functional limbs.

"Y-yeah, we're fine…" Phoebe answered while Cole helped her up.

Thanks for the help! thought Prue, standing up by herself.

He had to help Phoebe first, figured Cole. I mean, it was her he was gonna go for, right? He couldn't help gesturing to reach Prue though after he was sure Phoebe was fine, but as he saw, she didn't need help anymore. She was already dusting herself off.

Remembering the time, Prue got her senses in order fast and directly into worry, which got the adrenaline pumping again. She could now think clearly, without anything too fuzzy. There was no urge to giggle every now and then either, nor there was the lisp that they used to have when they were kids.

"You know what? Can you just go?" she started slightly directing him towards the stairs, a bit annoyed. "I'm really sorry to be rushing you out, but we have something really important to be taking care of."

They weren't really kicking him out. It was more like, gentle pushing.

Cole tried turning around. "But, you sure you're okay?" he sounded genuinely concerned. "I mean, that sounded like a pretty nasty fall."

"Yeah, Cole. We're fine, really." Phoebe answered, hoping to have convinced him.

He looked at them intently. "You two… seem different."

"Different?" repeated Phoebe. Oh crap… how are we gonna explain this one?

"I mean… I thought maybe you were… I dunno, drunk or something before…" he said. It was always good to seem worried. Added to the whole 'I'm the good guy' kind of thing. "But now you seem…"

"Sober." answered Prue. Yes, that could work. Drunk. Not fairy dust. "Stairs can be… sobering."

Oh god, that was lame. Phoebe looked at her, clearly conveying the same thoughts.

Trying to clear the awkward situation, Phoebe spoke up. "Riiight… Okay. Um, I'm really sorry about our plans Cole, I really am," she said while walking him to the door and opening it for him.

Right before he left, Cole looked at Prue, and she at him. Their faces conveyed the same expression of suspicion, but none wanted to linger long enough to reveal anything of any sort. And Phoebe was there. The night was complicated enough as it was.

"No worries," he smiled faintly at Phoebe. "I'll keep trying."

And with that, he let them close the door behind him. He'd definitely keep trying. Trying to kill them and take their powers of course. Why else?

A/N: There's a pweeeaty li'l button right beneath this one. You know you want to click it… ^.^