I was so unbelievably happy that I got my car. It was a blessing from God himself. I told my father that Scottie and I were meant to be. But nevertheless, after driving around for about an hour and a half, I realized that Scottie was tainted. He wasn't given to me out of love, or appreciation, he was given to me as a bribe. No matter what, I love Scottie the same, he never did anything to hurt me. He's my baby, but this had my mother written all over it. Bind my powers as a child. Don't train me to defend myself against greater evil. Disappear with my best friends mothers and then just let us find out randomly that we are charmed. Then out of nowhere, the manor turns out to be so gorgeous it is hard not to love, and Scottie is waiting for me in the garage along with Kim and Dylan's dream cars? She's trying to make me forget about being pissed at her. Well, it's not going to happen and I wont let my sisters give in to the bribery either. I turned to head back home and that was when I realized, I was lost. I had too much pride at first to call my friends for help, so I drove and tried to recognize landmarks, but all I had been paying attention to on the drive was the road, and how good it felt to drive the car I have been dreaming about for years. After about twenty more minutes of hopeless wondering I got my phone out. I decided it was time to use my GPS system on my phone. I was going to type in the address when I remembered that I had no type of address for my house. How stupid could I be? 'Hi, 911? I have an emergency. I can't find my house.' Oh yeah. That would definitely hit me with a DWI. It was time to suck up my pride. I called Dylan. It rang twice and then she answered.

"Yeeeeeeeeessssss?" I heard on the other end along with a lot of giggling.

"Hey. I need your help."

"Is it a DEMONstration?" she asked. I glanced at the phone.

"No. I'm sort of lost."

"Oh, me too. I can't come home tonight, k Shar?" I was beginning to realize that something was wrong with her.

"Why not?"

"Because! I have to sleep in my car tonight girlie." I laughed. She was drunk. Off her rockers. Again.

"You do?" I said playfully.

"Yes. I found a bar. I'm going to go have another drink now. I love you. Ba-bye!"

"Wait, Dylan, that's not a good idea-" Click. She hung up. I just sat in my parking spot laughing and shaking my head in shame. So after I got home, I had to go find my drunken sister. It was time to call the older sister. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hey, it's Kim. I can't pick up my phone right now, so leave a message and I'll get back to you." At that moment I only had three things to say on her voicemail. F.M.L. Who else could I call? I was beginning to think that maybe I could take a page out of the Dylan handbook, and sleep in my car if anything. I drove around trying to find someplace, that didn't look like my car would be a target for foul play when my phone rang. THANK GOD. I have never been happier to get a call from my girls. I pulled over and pressed talk. "Hey! I'm so glad you called."

"Oh really? Because it seems like you've totally forgotten that I even existed." My heart started pounding as I heard the voice of my boyfriend Sean, who I have been avoiding ever since this twist in destiny.

"Um. Yeah. I was actually planning on calling you." Technically, I was planning on it, just no time soon.

"Sure. So where have you been? It's like you've just dropped off the face of the earth. I was worried about you."

"I'm fine. Just visiting some people. You know, taking a journey for answers to life's questions." I didn't lie.

"Well, when are you coming home?" Damn him. I didn't have an answer that wouldn't back me up in a corner and force me to lie.

"Um, soon. We are on our way back now. Tell Jevaun that we are fine. When we are back in the city, you'll know. But, babe, actually, I'm driving right now, and I don't want to get a ticket, so I have to call you back."

"I thought you said you were going to call me just now." He pointed out.

"Yeah, I was, but when I got off the road, and I wasn't doing anything that would distract me from giving you my undivided attention."

"Okay, well call me later babe. Love you."

"You too. Talk to you later. Bye." I hung up quickly and let out a sigh. I had almost forgotten how I'd left things with him before this trip. That strong connection I felt for him once before, was fading, and I was trying to figure out whether it was because I was running away from commitment and I just needed to work on opening up or if it was because he truly wasn't the one for me and we don't have much in common. I remember Dylan said that I needed a distraction to clear my mind and boy, did I get one. But now my mind is even foggier than ever. With me being so green in the craft, should I risk having a mortal boyfriend? Especially one that causes me so much stress? I wish I could just see the answer. Why can't there just be a clear sign? I sighed in frustration and then jumped in annoyance when my phone rang again. I picked it up and saw that it wasn't my boyfriend. It was a number that I didn't recognize. I picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, um it's me." I recognized the deep voice as the one other guy who at the moment annoyed me. "I just wanted to call and check on you. Kimberly came back already. She of course slammed her door closed without a word to me or my brother, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't making a run for it." Sam said with a chuckle. "I know words were thrown and tempers are still flaring, but at the end of the day, we're a team. We need each other." I lost the battled with my muscles when a smile began to form at the corners.

"Yeah, well I was actually on my way home... I mean to the manor... except, I got myself lost, and Dylan is off drunk at a bar somewhere and Kim's not answering her phone, and I don't have any of your numbers…"

"Wait. You got lost? Do you at least no where you are?"

"Listen buddy, this isn't my town. Just give me the address to the house and I will be home in an hour." He laughed.

"Are you sure you don't need me to come and get you?"

"No. I am not a damsel in distress. I have a GPS on my phone." Sam continued to laugh at me and then he gave the address and we hung up. It turns out, I wasn't that far away. It only took me a half hour to get home and of course I walked into Sam's smiling face waiting to tease me about getting lost. I asked him to do me a favor and he agreed. I'm still waiting on it. "Sam, go find the tallest cliff around here and swan dive off of it please and thank you."

It was interesting to see how far our parents would go to escape our wraths. There were 5 main bedrooms and then one little room with no closets that I guess is for guests. Bobby was resting in that one, reading a book. I walked by two other rooms that had closed doors, and I had saw Sam walk into another one, so there were only two to choose from. I entered a room with white and yellow walls. It was filled with boxes that said Dylan on it. So I went to the last room. It had the same basic design as Dylan's on the wall, only my colors were white and lavender. My room was filled with boxes with my name on them as well. Our parents are trying to eliminate any reason for us to come home and kick their asses. Well, it wont work. After finding a sheet to put on my bed, I took out my little black book of revenge to note this day and then went off to sleep. I wish I could say that I could have a peaceful dreamless sleep, but am I ever that lucky?" At first, it started off very normal for a dream. It replayed my nightmare of a day, and I got to kick the crap out of dean without Sam's interruption. Then, I was off in the city at Webster Hall having the time of my life. Don't ask me how I got there. After a few moments of being there, I couldn't see myself anymore. I was now viewing the dream in the first person. I saw this guy. He suddenly had my full attention. It was odd too. The place was packed with guys who were like perfect tens. This guy, he was kind of average. But I was drawn to him. There was just this pull to him. I started to follow him. He was dancing with this girl and I was so taken with him. I started to feel really hot. When the song was over he went over to the bar and I followed. We spoke, smiled and flirted. It wasn't long until we were going at it, and crashing through his apartment door. We snatched at each other's clothes and I pushed him seductively onto the bed. I mounted him and smiled at him. He looked me in the eye and told me that I was beautiful. "I can't believe we're doing this. You've gotta be the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Either I'm dreaming or I'm falling in love. Oh, man, I'm definitely falling in love. Where have you been my entire life? You're irresistible." Then suddenly, this hot erotic scene became highly grotesque when my tongue shot out fangs and pushed its way down the guy's throat. He struggled underneath me, and I could see the extreme fear and panic in his eyes, but I held him still, while I slowly killed him and enjoyed every second of it. His name was Brandon.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, NOOOO, PLEASE DON'T DIE!" I screamed my lungs out but I couldn't make myself wake up.

"Shar? Hey, it was just a dream! Honey, you're okay. It's just a dream." I felt Kimberly's arms wrapped around me, trying to calm me. I held on for dear life as I forced my eyes to open. Sam and Kimberly were taken over with worry.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked. Dean then ran into the room and looked at the scene. Sweat ran down my chest as it heaved uncontrollably for breath.

"What the hell happened to her?" he asked partially concerned and partially annoyed that I had woken him.

"Nothing." Kimberly answered. "She's fine. It was just a bad dream." I stared at myself in the mirror and felt how much heat was radiating inside my body.

"No." I spoke. Everyone turned to look at me. "It wasn't." I got up and walked past them, up to the attic where the book had been placed. After flipping through the pages like a mad woman I heard footsteps enter.

"Shar, what's going on?" Kimberly asked me. "And are you getting sick? You are really hot."

"I'm not sick." I said fanning myself, ignoring the rest of the question. I continued to search for an answer.

"Hey." Dean all but yelled at me. I looked up at him blankly. "We are supposed to work together so if there is something going on, you have to let us in on it." The three pairs of eyes watched me closely as they tried to read me. I sighed and then turned the book stand around to face them.

"I had a premonition in my sleep. I slept with a man and then killed him. Demonically." It didn't take long for Kimberly to catch on.

"And you're overheating. Just like Phoebe." She said as she walked to the book. The brothers stared at each other in confusion.

"Are we missing something?" Dean asked.

"When a witch renounces all human emotions and makes a pact with darkness to protect herself from heartbreak, she becomes a Succubus... a sexual predator." Kimberly read to clear things up for them.

"So… you're a succubus?" Dean asked. I glared at his stupidity. Kimberly continued.

"She seeks out powerful men who become helpless against her magic, then feeds on their testosterone with her razor-sharp tongue."

"Last time I checked, I don't have a razor tongue. I'm psychically linked to the demon like Phoebe was in the show. I hope this doesn't mean I turn into a mermaid." Kimberly laughed while the two boys became even more confused. You'd think since this Charmed stuff actually does exist, they'd watch a few episodes to learn something. Sam walked over to the book and continued reading. He seemed fascinated with it and how thick it was with knowledge. He is an intellectual sponge.

"It says here that we have to kill it with fire."

"Its flame throwing time?" Dean asked a little bit too excited.

"Is this a spell to attract it?" Sam asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Cool, so we will make the flame throwers and you guys get ready for a Succubus Shiskabob." Dean said about to scamper off.

"Okay, one… I'm kind of scared to ask where you are going to get a flame thrower from-" Kimberly started.

"I'm going to make one." The looks on our faces were too unbearable for Sam and Dean not to burst into booming laughter. Kimberly decided to ignore that and go on.

"And two… we can't say that spell."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"Because, when Prue said it, she turned into a man that would attract the Succubus and almost died." I informed them.

"Wait, whose Prue?" Dean asked.

"The eldest sister on the show. You probably don't know her because she was killed off and replaced." Sam shocked us. Dean was so ashamed of his little brother at that moment.

"So, are you coming out of the closet now or later?" Dean asked.

"Jerk."

"Bitch." Kim and I laughed at them.

"Look, we don't need to turn into men because unlike the show, we have men all around us." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, but Shar, if the Succubus picks one of them as her next target, they could die." Kim reminded me. I stared at her blankly.

"So Dean, you up for it?" She glared at me, not amused. I sighed. "Well, Dylan's drunk somewhere an-" Sudden realization hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh shit! Dylan!"

"Dylan's the Succubus?" Dean asked. Kim and I looked at him.

"You know, sometimes, you just shouldn't talk." I said. "Dylan got too drunk to drive home, so she said she was going to sleep in her car, but I figured I would come home, scry for her and then go get her drunken ass. But I forgot and then I fell asleep." Dean began another round of loud laughter that echoed in the attic.

"So, you go get her, I will make the flame throwers, and then one of you will prepare to pee standing up." Dean laughed and then walked off. Sam tried not to smile but he failed.

"This is going to be interesting." He spoke as he laughed and went to go get ready for arson. I looked at Kimberly.

"You do know it has to be you right?" Her expression became defensive.

"Excuse me?"

"Well I can't do it. I'm you're psychic demon hotline, and Dylan is completely inebriated by now. And not to mention, you're the oldest. Just like Prue."

"But I'm not Prue. I'm Piper." I stared at my sister and smiled. I truly did pity her.

"Okay." I said sarcastically as I walked away to go scry for Dylan.