A/N: I am ending this story in a cliffhanger. Sorry. I will be writing a follow up piece but I have a lot of unfinished stories and I want to either settle things or set them up for a sequel later.
Prue charged into the manor with Priscilla thrown over her shoulder. "Grams! Mom!"
Steps came charging down the stairs as the Halliwell clan responded to the distraught pleas.
"Prue," Phoebe said and took her niece from her disheveled sister. "What's going on?"
"I can answer that," a deep voice said and Prue turned to look at the tall man in the trench coat who stood behind her.
To be continued...