Prue immediately jumped into action. She thought she would have more time to prepare for Cole's mother, but obviously it was not the case.
"Patty, get the kids out of here!" Prue shouted. Her ancestor started ushering Mr. Turner and the children out of the room when Cole's mother stepped in the doorway. They all looked over at her with her glowing red eyes.
"You've betrayed me," she said, shooting daggers at her husband.
"No, it is you that has betrayed me," Turner said as he shielded his son behind him. Patty stood near him, doing the same with her daughter, as Brianna entered the room to see what was going on. "You told me you had given up your evil ways."
"I had to tell you something," she said sarcastically. "How else could I help our son achieve his destiny?"
"His destiny has been rewritten," Prue said angrily. She swept her arm out in front of her and came to a sickening realization when the demoness didn't move. She had been so distraught over the loss of her sisters that she had forgotten about the one major problem with traveling to the past She had no powers. She didn't have them when she went to the 70s, and she had to go through training to access them even a little in order to save Charlotte and Melinda Warren. "Oh crap."
Cole's mother smiled evilly and drew back her arm with an energy ball forming in her hand.
"Get down!" Prue shouted to the others as she dove out of the way of the ball. It hit the wall with a flash, leaving a chared mark.
Brianna used her own power of telekinesis to throw the demoness into the hall. "What is wrong?" she asked Prue, obviously confused why Prue didn't use her power on Cole's mother.
"I don't have powers in the past because technically I don't exist," Prue explained. "It's complicated, but I can't fight her like this."
"Take Mr. Turner and the children," Brianna said. She watched as her cousin shot fire towards the demoness while attempting to protect Turner and the children.
"I can't leave you two to get hurt," Prue said.
"If you stay, you will get hurt," Brianna said. "Go!"
Prue turned in time to see the demoness right next to her. Then she and Brianna were quickly backhanded, both of them flying across the room with the addition of the demons powers. Patty shot fire at the demon, but she missed and was soon also thrown across the room. All that was left was Mr. Turner, Phoebe and Cole.
"First the witches, my dear," she sneered at her husband. "Then you."
The energy ball flew through the air. "No!" Turner shouted. He dove to push Phoebe out of the way, but the energy ball hit them both. They soared at a terrifying speed until they slammed into the wall and slumped to the floor.
Cole watched all this in awe, and he turned when he saw his mother heading toward him. He didn't want to go with her, but he wouldn't have to.
Suddenly the demoness was flying through the air all the way back to the front hall. She crashed into the mirror being cut and sliced by the glass. She clutched her arm when she stood.
Brianna had recovered, as had Prue and Patty. They all stood, glaring at the demon. As the demon stood, Patty shot fire across the room. Cole's mother looked down at herself in awe of what had happened. She shot one last look at Cole and screamed in rage before she disappeared in flames.
The three witches immediately turned to Turner and Phoebe. The stillness of the little girl horrified all of them. Patty rushed over, tears already forming in her eyes.
"No, my sweet baby, please," she said, picking up the limp toddler in her arms.
Cole walked over. He saw his father lying there, obviously in great pain. "Daddy?" Cole said timidly.
"Son," Turner said quietly. He looked over at Patty who was now sobbing over her dead daughter's body. "You will stay with these women. They will keep you safe and take care of you."
"Why did Mommy hurt you?"
"She's not your Mother, Cole," he replied. He paused, cringing at the pain of his fatal wounds. "Be good for these women. Mind yourself."
"Yes daddy," Cole said.
Mr. Turner took his son's hand in his. "I love you, my boy," he said. He closed his eyes and allowed death to overcome him. The only sound for a few moments were the sounds of Patty's tears of mourning. Soon Cole began to cry for his father. He was only a child, but he knew that he would never talk to his father again.
Prue knelt next to Patty with tears in her eyes. She couldn't believe she had been so careless to forget that she wouldn't have powers. "I'm sorry, Patty. I'm so sorry. I never meant for this to happen."
"You were foretold to be here," Patty said. "If that is so, then this was meant to happen."
"If I could change it…" Prue said.
"But you can't," Brianna interrupted. "You have done what you came here to do. The demon is gone, and we will take care of the boy. I believe it is time for you to go home."
Prue nodded her head and went to change her clothes so she could return to her time and see if the small girl's death was an equal trade for the lives of her sisters, and the soul of Cole Turner.
She appeared in Phoebe's bedroom and looked around. Phoebe's body was no longer on the bed, and Prue knew that she had changed something. Nothing looked out of place in the bedroom. She hurried out of the room to find any evidence of her sisters.
There was no sign of them on the second floor. She wandered if she had changed too much. "Piper! Phoebe!" she called from the top of the stairs.
"In the attic!" the familiar voice called from above.
Prue spun around. She had hoped for this outcome, but she couldn't believe it. She hurried up the attic stairs and burst through the door. The two of them looked up from the Book of Shadows at her, the look in her eyes concerned them.
Piper saw tears start to form in Prue's eyes. She looked over at Phoebe and then approached Prue. "Honey, are you okay?" Piper asked.
Prue realized she was crying and wiped the tears away, trying to compose herself. She nodded her head, "Yeah, I'm just, uh…What are you guys doing up here?" she asked, trying to divert their attention to something else.
"Exactly what we told you on the phone fifteen minutes before you got here," Phoebe said, confused. "Looking for this demon that's been killing women all over the city with that atheme Darryl showed us."
"Oh right," Prue said with a dismissive smile. "So, any luck?"
"No, nothing yet," Piper said, her gaze following Prue as the eldest walked across the attic. Something weird was going on with Prue. She didn't know what, but she knew she would find out.
"Well, let's go over what we know," Prue said, trying to coax more information out of her sisters without seeming suspicious. It was all she could do to restrain herself from pulling them both into her arms and not let go.
"Well, one woman every night," Phoebe said. "The demon was actually sloppy enough to leave behind the atheme last night. Somebody must have almost caught it."
"Darryl said every killing has happened at the same time, 2 am, but he can't find a pattern in the locations," Piper said.
"Well, let's break out our map and see if we can find it," Prue said.
Piper and Phoebe looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. Phoebe pulled out a map, spreading out on the table so they could look at it.
Prue stood in the middle, and her sisters were on either side of her. "Where was the first one?"
Piper pulled out a marker and put a dot where the first murder occurred. "Baker Street. The next one was a block over on Eisenhower Drive, and the next was another block over on Lincoln Avenue."
"So at first Darryl thought it was just a parallel street thing," Phoebe commented. "But then the next murder occurred three blocks down on Truman Boulevard."
"So then Darryl thought U.S. presidents," Piper said.
"But there was never a president named Baker," Prue thought aloud.
"Right," Piper said. "And then the next murder occurred two more blocks down on Hanley, and last night's on Adams."
Prue looked at all the parallel streets and the pattern smacked her in the face. She didn't know what it meant. Maybe it was a calling card. Or maybe it was something else, but she caught it and knew she was right.
"Zenith Drive," Prue said.
"What?" Phoebe asked.
The younger Halliwells looked at her, very confused.
"The next attack will happen on Zenith drive. The first letters of each street are spelling out the name of a demon," she said as she began to walk out of the attic. "The demon's name is Belthazor."