"This is so different then anything we've ever done or heard of our parents doing," Payton was the first to speak after Bonnie departed. "I mean, usually we battle demons or warlocks and it's over. Very rarely have we had to spend weeks if not months to vanquish our enemy."

"Yeah, well don't forget that we're not vanquishing him," Denny pointed out. "If Bonnie is right then there's no way to kill this guy."

"That's even harder," Phyl cried. "We're going to have to be ten steps ahead of him at all times and from what she said about Klaus it's extremely unlikely that will happen."

"It's going to be a lot of planning," Denny muttered to herself, "and he may be unvanquishable but that doesn't mean we're screwed," her voice gradually increased in volume and intensity. "We're the next generation of Charmed ones, although when the time comes we'll probably need our own siblings to come so we can tap into our power of three, but that means we're stronger than him and we have more powers. Cooler powers."

"We also have the drop on them and he knows nothing about us," Payton agreed. "We can cast anti-compulsion spells, gather support from the witches on this coast. I mean, the aunts gave us a whole list of contacts that we can use if need be. It could take months, but we start here and in Massachusetts; everywhere that isn't under his law."

"We get this whole operation up and moving before moving into his territory," Phyl said. "The witches rose up against Marcel, they can do it again. All they need is a leader. That's why the spirits chose us. If anyone was going to lead the witches then the most powerful witches the world has ever known are the only ones who can get the job done."

"It will have to be more than just the witches," Denny advised them. "It will take months and a lot of persuasion but we need to get the werewolves on our side. We need to sit down and make a list of tasks that will debilitate Klaus; taking his hybrids and his ability to make them useless, loosen his control on the witches, etc. etc. It's a good thing we have so many psychics in the family," her brow lifted her nose turned up as she thought about it. "Speaking of family, we can't tell them about any of this yet."

"The aunts would kill us if we kept this from them," Payton reminded her younger cousin.

"They'll rush out here before we have a chance to get rolling and draw more attention to us," Denny pointed out. "We need time to research and plan, and honestly, my sisters are too young for this kind of thing. Patience is barely thirteen and Purity is ten. Wyatt is in the middle of his residency and Chris is busy with the police academy; Mom's new book is coming out and she has the book tour to do and Aunt Piper has major renovations going on at the club and the restaurant. The only possible option is to involve aunt Paige and she was really looking forward to her second honeymoon. Do you guys want to ruin all that when we can get a lead on this?"

"She has a point," Phyl hated to admit.

"Agreed," Payton groaned. "But...there is another option. One that would prove beneficial if you're up for it."


Liz had left, going back to the office to do background checks on the girls. Caroline had handed over copies of the research she had helped the Halliwells with and they were a fairly public family since Phoebe was a famous advice columnist and author, and her sister Piper owned a famous restaurant and club out in California. Still, that didn't mean they had nothing to hide and Liz would make sure that these girls were exactly who they said they were.

Jeremy and Matt had left already and only Caroline, Damon, Stefan and Elena were left in the boarding house. It was almost two in the morning and they were getting ready to retire for the night when they heard knocking coming from the front door.

"That's weird," Stefan said. "I didn't hear a car pull up."

"Neither did I," Damon said ominously and followed his brother.

He opened the door to find three teen aged girls on his porch and knew immediately who they were. "May I help you," he pretended not to know who they were.

"I think it's more about what we can do for you," Phylicia grinned from her place, leaning back against a pillar, "Stefan."


Sitting down, the girls watched carefully to make sure that no one got any ideas. Caroline and Elena brought out coffee and biscotti, placing the trays on the table and offering it to the girls. Denny nudged Phyl who rolled her eyes and put a hand out to touch the tray. "It's alright," she told her cousins and picked up a cookie for herself. Caroline and Elena shared a look before taking a coffee for themselves.

"Ah," Damon smirked, "you must be the psychic. You've got to love witches," he rolled his eyes at his brother.

"That's funny, because I love vampires," Denny responded just as snarky before Damon's coffee inexplicably exploded all over him.

Cursing, he stood up and brushed what he could off. "She reminds me of Bonnie," he snarled, his friends laughing at him.

"She says 'hi' by the way," Denny drank her coffee.

"What?" Elena was on the edge of her seat.

"We summoned her a couple of hours ago," she explained. "Told us all about you and this town."

"You're lying," Caroline jumped down there throats, ready to start a fight they had agreed not to have. Bonnie's death had been hardest on her. Though she loved Elena, Bonnie had always been closer to her.

"Do you want proof," Denny sat up and put her coffee down; her smirk rivaling Damon's.

"How is it possible," Elena asked.

"We're witches," Payton said. "We can do anything."