Okay, I am sorry for being away. I promise I will have a whole bunch of chapters updated for the next few days unless my computer dies or something. Otherwise, they will be here. So, in the meantime please review so I can get an idea whether or not everyone who read the last story or who are reading this one are getting it so far. Plus, I would love to get feedback on how the transition of Victoria's character is being taken. You know from tough bitch to kinda nice person.

Also, so I don't feel very foolish with only have 7 reviews.

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"Why did you bring me here? And where is exactly is here because this doesn't exist anymore."

"Here is the moment in time where you were your most alive. Here is only a moment in time. It is the first moment you had where you knew the truth." he told her in a deep echoing voice.

She shivered as he said it. She knew what he was talking about. It wasn't true. She could not possibly be what she had thought of herself as in one moment of pure gothic thinking. He was trying to play with her mind and she wasn't going to let it work. She was stronger then this.

If he wanted to screw with her it would take a lot more then words.

"Who are you?" she whispered in a raw voice.

"You're not ready to know that yet." the voice whispered right beside her ear this time.

She didn't move. She knew he wouldn't let her see him. She would turn her head and find nothing behind her. She might as well be blind for how well her luck was helping her tonight.

"When will I be ready to know?" she asked in a cold voice.

"You know that's what I always liked about you." he told her. He let his words hang in the air a moment and then he added, "You always knew the right questions to ask. Most people would say it was their time, or they would try to strike out a deal . Some would denounce me and believe they were going insane or else just say they would never have that time. You, I like you."

"Gee, thanks. Perhaps we can go out for coffee sometime and talk deep mythological talks." she replied bitterly. She sank down onto her old mattress and stared at the shards of glass everywhere on the floor. "Until then, why bring me here? All you really are doing is toying with me. If you like me so much... hell if you know me so well you should know I can't take this crap anymore then the next witch."

"You are more then a witch."

"So I've been told," she muttered.

Sure, they said her mother had been tricked by a god. Sure, she had slept with him and that could explain a lot about herself . Like the fact that her eyes were her own and no one else in her family had the same eyes, it could explain the advanced powers she had so young, and it could explain why a lot of demons had been taken with her as of late.

What it didn't explain was how her mother had let it happen. Her mother had been a powerful psychic so why wouldn't she have seen it coming? Why hadn't she stopped herself from sleeping with a god?

The only answer Victoria had gotten after pummeling the dark wall of unknowing was the fact that her mother had known all along. Her mother, the all seeing psychic related to the Crone, had seen it coming and had still done it just so she could have the fabled baby.

Leo had hinted to her many a time after he had announced to everyone that she was part god that her had seen the future of her. He had hinted to her that the Elders saw her future interlinked with the Charmed Ones doing great good and saving millions.

What Leo hadn't prophesized was the fact that she didn't want to. Sure, if someone came into her path and she could save them she would, but otherwise she had never wanted to leave the dramatically die once a week to save an innocent life. She wanted to be left alone. She wasn't prepared to have the weight of the world on her shoulders. She wasn't prepared to hear about the great future the Elders were celebrating with her in it. All she had wanted to do as of late was run away and get the hell out of the Elders radar so she could do her own thing.

Of course, if she did that she would never be able to see Chris again. He was the only one tying her down to leaving her destiny and running for the next plane of existence. As long as he was here she wasn't going anywhere.

"More then a god. You have something that others will never have." the voice informed her.

"Pray tell what could possibly make me more then a witch and more then a god because I am dying to know." she responded with a slight laugh that ended in a sigh.

"You have a connection to life as well as to death."

She knew that one already.

No matter how well she knew that the curse had been destroyed she had never been able to get rid of the feeling that death was still on her heels. Instead of mourning for her fallen family and friends like everyone seemed to be expecting of her she had been trying to keep the feeling away. She had tried so hard to believe that she was only overreacting and that her nerves were still fried from her experience in Limbo, but she couldn't fool herself for long.

She couldn't sleep at night because of the feeling. She always felt it whether it was in the back of her head or surrounding her like she felt it now. She hated it. She knew Death was still on her heels trying to find the best time to come in and have a real good day.

She wanted death to leave her alone. She had beat him and she wanted him to get over that fact and go kill of old people who had lived their life and were ready to die. She knew he wouldn't though.

She just wanted to be left alone. She knew that would never happen now. She had been a secret to most agents of evil up until now. Now, all they did was try to destroy her for her powers or else they tried to convert her to their side so they could tip the scales on good.

Sometimes she wanted to just let them have her. Sometimes, at night when she couldn't sleep and she felt like death was watching over her she just wanted to let it all go. Sometimes she felt like ending it already.

Sometimes she didn't think she was supposed to still be existing on this plane and that she was an intruder to everything. Sometimes she wondered if it would have been better if she had died because of the curse then staying here knowing she should be dead, that she had cheated death, and that every new day was stolen. She was a stranger in this world and it was no longer friendly to beggars who stole time while saints died in the meantime of their theft.

"Well, I'd rather just keep the my lifeline on the phone and take out the telemarketer for death." she told the invisible man softly.

The voice didn't answer her in the darkness. It only laughed at her feeble attempt to disregard what was going on around her. Whoever this being was he knew her better then she liked him to admit. He also knew a few things about her that even she tried to keep locked up inside of herself. She hated him for knowing her.

"You'll figure this all out soon enough." he whispered in her ear. She didn't bother to look to her side she knew she wouldn't see him.

She felt odd for a moment. She felt like she as being pulled in every direction at the exact same time. Her vision faded in and out and her body felt like it was expanding for no reason. Through her minds eye she felt light in the darkness, she heard muffled music, she heard a voice calling her back to him, and she felt a warm glowing over her stomach.

Chris. Something had happened and he needed her back with him. He always needed her. She needed him, but the longer she had him the more she knew she was taking him for granted.

She looked down at herself in her old bedroom to see her body glowing. A strong golden flame was spreading over her stomach and passing itself through her veins. As it did it, she started to be real again. She was no longer see through. She was real again. She was solid and human and not a ghost. She looked up and smiled at the bedroom in satisfaction.

She had bested the thing stalking her somehow. She was going to get away from him and his eerie questions and awkward answers. She was going back to her body in her own reality.

As she realized this, she opened her violet-blue eyes to see Chris hovering above her. His hands were pulled together over her stomach and the golden glow was trailing through her body. He had healed her.

She didn't remember getting hurt at all. She didn't remember anything except leaning against him as she spoke with Piper. She didn't remember being attacked by any evil or even being unconscious, but here she was waking up.

She looked around herself and saw the backroom of P3. She was lying on the slightly lumpy mattress in the room. Why there was a mattress was beyond her, but for now she was happy for it since she was lying on the floor or the rock hard desk.

She was alive. She was okay and she was with Chris. Right now, that was a happy welcoming to where she had just been. Even now she started to feel as if she was going a bit crazy. It had to have been a dream. Perhaps, she was only being haunted by the act that her family deserved to be mourned. Maybe, it was just her subconscious telling her that by making her a ghost.

Maybe, she was just plain crazy.

Or maybe, something new was after her and had a way to get inside of her mind and screw around with her.

"Hey, are you okay?" Chris asked giving her a small smile as he stared into her eyes in worry.

"Yeah, I think so." she told him as she laid on the cot looking up at him.

"Are you sure? You scared me... well us" Chris asked, running a hand through her dark reddish-brown hair feverishly. His forehead scrunched up a little bit in worry as he looked over every inch of her face to see if anything else was really wrong.

"Don't worry about me." she responded trying to slit her eyes away from the bright light above their heads. After beginning complete darkness it was starting to hurt her eyes.

"Alright, then if you're okay now you'll be perfectly capable enough to tell me what the hell that was! Because that just wasn't nothing so don't even write it off as if it was. So you had better tell me everything without leaving anything out and without your cryptic answers that you love to give. This is important and I damn well deserve to know what the hell my girlfriend has been up to to make her faint out of no where like that! Well? What hell just happened to you?" Chris cried in sudden anger that instantly replaced his worry over her.

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Stony Angel: I know this is a bit forever later in response. I have been a bit busy and writer's blocked so forgive me. Victoria, wow, she is complex. I don't want you to get the idea she is out to get Chris away from his family. When I wrote that chapter I intially thought it was more of a backup of showing how well Victoria was getting along with Piper so far so that you'd know the family was trying to take her in. I also wanted to show how Chris was in love with her. Of course, after looking over it I can see how you could take it another way, but don't. I didn't intend for my story to go in that direction. A zillion other directions, but not that one. So, have your faith restored in the family being top priority.