-1"Piper," Phoebe whispered. "Piper."
Phoebe laid on the floor of the attic. Glass and debris were everywhere. A few boards of wood from the collapsed ceiling overhead were riddled over the hardwood floor and a few small stray rays of sunlight shone down on her as she tried to move.
Wyatt tripped over some of the floorboards. He slowly made his way through all of the wood boards towards his aunt. For whatever reason he'd come up to the attic trying to find more power out of the Book of Shadows, he was over it. Now, all he wanted to do was make sure his aunt was alright, heal her if she wasn't, and figure out what the hell had just happened to him and probably to Phoebe where they both wanted to go power crazy.
"Phoebe, just hold on," he told her as he made his way over to her and crawled over some wooden beams.
Within moments, Wyatt was right next to his aunt and pulling off the last boards to find her underneath. Blood caked her forehead and ran down her neck gushing out of a deep cut on her head. She moaned and fell onto her back.
"Phoebe?" Wyatt cried. "Phoebe?"
Phoebe tossed her head back and forth as if stuck in some kind of nightmare. She groaned louder in pain as she did so. Wyatt stopped her head from moving and tried to keep her still. After a moment of fighting him, she stopped tossing her head around and he started to slowly heal her.
….Phoebe groaned and sat up. She rubbed her neck as the pain slowly eased from her neck. Instead of being in the destroyed attic, she was on the floor of the living room. Everything was in place from earlier. The unmade bed that Victoria and Chris had slept in was beside her, the fire was roaring, and there was crying.
She didn't know who was crying though. She quickly got up off the floor and started for the crying. It was all coming from the kitchen. She walked through the hallway and felt something.. Something was completely off. The world around hers colors changed. Instead of being full of life, it changed into a world of black and white.
"What the," she started and kicked something.
She stepped back and found the picture frame she'd kicked on the floor. Everyone was in it. It was from Chris's birthday. The glass was broken. Part of the picture was burned; it was the part that Victoria was in. Phoebe didn't linger on the picture long because the crying persisted. Instead, she left it on the table and pushed the kitchen door open.
A bright flash of light blinded her. The crying stopped. She opened her eyes and found everyone in the kitchen. Only instead of something going on, they all had frozen as if Piper had frozen the moment. Only Piper couldn't freeze everyone.
"Okay, what's going on?" she asked the dead room.
Leo was on the ground. He was leaning over someone and he was crying for some reason. Chris and Wyatt were by each other on the other side and she saw herself on the other side. Paige was even there standing back by the cupboards and crying. Phoebe slowly circled the room to see who it was that was on the ground.
What she found she didn't want to see. It was Piper. She was lying on the ground and she was dead. Her head was to the side that Phoebe was facing and her doe brown eyes were glazed over staring off into space. Blood was everywhere. Piper's baby was lying in Leo's arms.
"No," Phoebe cried. "No, no, no. This can't be. This can't be happening."
She moved closer to her sister in the only area left. She went to grab her hand to hold onto her and maybe to get some kind of premonition to bring her back, but before she could something hit her hand back hard. She cried out and turned to see what it was that had stopped her only to find Victoria.
"Victoria, what the hell!" she cried.
Victoria turned to her and the look on her face stopped Phoebe. It was hollow, but somehow her eyes had some fierceness to them that made her stop. It was almost like seeing Victoria for the first time again when she'd burst down the Manors doors the first time only this time there was something altogether new in her eyes.
"You're not supposed to be here."
Phoebe grimaced back onto the ground. Victoria hadn't spoken out loud. Her voice had been inside of Phoebe's head. It was like what she'd done earlier when she'd raped Phoebe's mind in order to get her premonitions off of her. Only this time her voice was grinding into her mind as she sat dumbly on the floor staring at Victoria as she kneeled over Piper's dead body.
"Neither are you." Phoebe replied. "What's happening? Piper?"
"She's dead," Victoria replied. She laid beside Piper on the ground. Positioning herself the same way that Piper's body was.
"What are you doing?" Phoebe cried. "Victoria, how'd this happen? I can go back. I can change everything. Whatever happened, whatever you're planning on doing. We can change it all. Just tell me how. Just tell me what happened to my sister!"
Victoria shook her head. "It was unavoidable. When you go back you'll be too late."
"But what happened?"
Victoria sighed. She had her hand hovering beside Piper's ready to take it, but stopped. Then, she leaned back up on her elbow. "Phoebe, I'm sorry. I don't have time to explain everything to you, but I will warn you about something else because if you are here then something else is going to happen and I think I can figure out what easily. Okay? You trust me, right?"
"I don't know."
"Phoebe, come on. Be an empath and tell that I'm not lying to you already."
"Fine, you're not lying. But seriously, missy, what makes you think that I should trust you so easily after the last few days?"
"Point taken." Victoria replied and then laid back on the ground. Her reddish-brown hair fanning out around her. Her dark blue eyes changed for a moment to a soft violet color and a slight smile curved her lips. Then, it was gone.
"Okay. Tell me."
"The demon that created all of this mess. The one that passed on his stolen powers to Leigh."
"Leigh? He passed on powers to Leigh?"
"Yeah, and that's what's making all of our emotions all crazy and why you all are trying to get things that you want despite the rules of personal gain. Plus, it's the reason why Piper went into Pleasantville mode where she forgot about magic. Remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Phoebe snapped. "It doesn't explain what you are about to do now."
"That, you can't know. But, Phoebe, seriously, the demon that came back and attacked Leigh this morning is coming back again, and what better time to attack the Manor but now while the Charmed Ones are at their worst."
"Yeah, well one of us is dead."
Victoria just looked down and pursed her lips. Her eyes lingering on Piper's hand.
"No, wait. What are you planning on doing?" Phoebe asked trying to get closer to Victoria, but having the problem of people frozen solid all around her.
Victoria just looked at her and held out her hand towards Piper.
"Wait."
"Phoebe, would you just accept the fact already. I can't be here."
"What do you mean you can't be here? Victoria, if you're doing what I think you're doing then you better think again cause if Piper's dead, and no one saved her then Death isn't just going to give her up."
"Well, it's a good thing that one of us has more leverage with him now, isn't it?" Victoria retorted.
"What leverage could you possibly.. Oh no, Victoria. You can't switch places with Piper." Phoebe cried.
"Watch me," Victoria replied and grabbed a hold of Piper's hand.
The same bright flash that had blinded Phoebe on the way into the kitchen flung her back against the wall. Groaning, Phoebe opened her eyes to find herself in the attic. Wyatt was kneeling over her with his hands coming back from her head. His dark blue eyes meeting hers as she sighed in relief.
"Alright, Aunt Phoebe. Don't scare me like that again," he said.
"Oh no." She cried sitting up quickly.
"What? You're alive. I think a thank you is in order along with an explanation. Mom's gonna kill you when she sees this place."
"Oh, no. Oh, no." Phoebe cried standing up and starting towards the attic door.
"Hey!"
"No, Wyatt. You don't understand if what's going to happen is actually already happening we have to be downstairs like now!" she yelled back to him.
"Did you have a premonition?"
"More like a freaking intervention." Phoebe told him opening the door to the attic.
"Huh?" Wyatt asked, running right into her. "Hey!"
Phoebe quickly pushed him back and ducked for the floor. A fireball whizzed overhead. Wyatt flew into the couch and ducked behind it along with Phoebe as the demon walked into the room. Another fireball made a hole in the couch leaving them both to scatter for new places of refuge.
"Did you think I wasn't going to come back for what was mine, witches?" the demon asked.
