Disclaimer: I do not owned Charmed or any of it's character's. (Surprised?)

Author's Note: This is my very first non-Chris centered Charmed Fic.

WARNING:

If you haven't seen the latest Charmed episode and don't like spoiler - read no further.

This ficwas brought on by two things: 1 I was watching TNT (where they show reruns of Charmed) the other night, which I usually don't do, but I was, and it was the episode where Phoebe's planning her wedding with Cole. It planted a seed.

2 I watched the last new episode, with Utopia and stuff and when Phoebe touched the book she saw things that hurt and among them was the vanquish of Cole. The seed blossmed.

However, for this fic to work properly I'm going to have to create my own little world. I like things to make sense and usually I don't mess with the timeline on tv, but I really want to write this and the tv timeline won't let me...

Number 1:

Cole was never an Avatar. He was offered the position, but never accepted.

Number 2:

The whole Evil-wedding-Cole-is-the-source-Phoebe-is-impregnated-with-the-spawn-of-Satan-thing happened two years before Wyatt was born.

Okay, that's it. On with the story, and please Review.

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"He never tells me anything." The child's petulant voice rang off the cave walls. Her hazel glowing in the fire light.

"He doesn't want you to know the truth, parents never do." A calm female voice answered coolly from a darkened corner of the cave.

"What is the truth?" she asked, taking steps towards the corner.

"I don't want to get involved."

"Oh, but please, you have to tell me. Oh please." The girl pleaded, with childish enthusiasm. Her steps faster as she raced over to the woman.

The woman looked down at the girl, her mouth twisted in a pseudo-sympathetic smile the child was to young to interpret, "No, no, you must listen to your father."

"But he never tells me anything, so how can I listen." The young girl pointed out.

"You don't want to know." The woman said cryptically.

The girl stared at her a moment, her gaze almost too steady for one so young, "I do." She said firmly after a moment.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

A sigh of defeat, "Very well," the woman said than paused and took a few steps past the girl into the light.

Turning to face her, she said coldly, "She killed you."

Shock registered on the child's face, "Wha- what? I… I'm not dead…" she stuttered.

Again the sickingly sweet sympathetic smile, "Didn't your daddy tell you that? You were once, for a little while. He saved you. After she and her sisters killed you."

The girl shook her bob of straight dark brown hair in a no, her brows furrowed, "Bu-but sh-she's my…"

"It didn't matter. She hates you; she hates everything that's evil."

"I'm not evil!" the girl cried, her eyes wide with fright.

"Ah, but you're part demon, that's the same thing to her… to them. That's why they, why she killed you." The woman stated, her tone brisk.

The girl looked down in confusion, "But she… she's my mommy."

The woman smirked, but said nothing; knowing her moment was coming.

"Why would she do something like that?" the child asked, her voice full of such childish confusion and hurt that had the woman been even somewhat human she would've felt something. Being not in the least human however, she simply led the girl to where she wanted her to go.

"Why don't you ask her?"

"I don't… Dad he never… he never talks about her. I don't know where she is."

"I do."

The girl blinked at her a moment, before her eyes lit up with enthusiasm again, "Would you tell me! Would you tell me how to get to her?"

"I can do better. I can send you there." The woman replied quickly.

"Oh, thank you so much!" The child screamed, running towards her, intent on giving her a hug.

Working hard to keep the revulsion off her face, the woman accepted the embrace, than pulled back, "You just have to do one little thing for me." She said almost sweetly.

The girl nodded, "Of course! Anything you want."

"I like to collect locks of hair from my friends. You and I are friends aren't we?"

"Yea, of course."

"Than may I please have a lock of your hair?"

"Ummm… okay, sure." The girl responded. She watched as the woman headed to the other side of the cave.

After a moment the woman motioned the girl over to a large bowl. The young girl walked over and slowly extended a lock of her soft brown hair towards the woman. Smiling the woman cut it off using a dagger and placed it inside the bowl.

"Thank you. It's so nice to have a friend like you. I would hate to lose touch with you."

The girl nodded, looking up adoringly into the face of the lady who had been so nice to her lately. Always showing up after Daddy was in bed to show her the underworld, and teaching her how to use her demonic powers, and answering all her questions about everything. "Me too," she said, "…you're always so nice to me."

"You know, when I was a little girl my friends and I, we made a blood pact to make sure we never lost touch."

"A what?"

"A pact, sealed by blood, to make sure that we never stopped being friends."

"Did it work?"

"Yes, it did." The woman replied, than turned away, busying herself with the shelves on the wall behind the bowl. Waiting… for the girl to ask… and she would ask.

"Would you- would you do one with me." A hesitant voice said softly a moment later.

She turned back to the girl, "Well... I… I'm not sure. It's not just everyone who's brave enough to do a blood pact."

"Oh! I'm brave enough, and I want to be your friend forever." The hesitation was gone, now only the enthusiasm was left.

"Wonderful than! Give me your hand." The woman said, and the child immediately thrust forth her little hand.

"Okay now, I want to make sure you want to do this… please tell me again." The woman confirmed – the blood needed to be given willingly.

"Yea, yes. I want to do this. I want a pact." The child confirmed.

"Okay."

A small finger was grasped and placed over the bowl. The woman pricked the tiny finger and drops of blood dripped from the puncture wound. After a few drops had fallen on the lock of hair, the woman placed the finger over a small vial and squeezed hard. The child cried out in pain.

"Shhh, this is just in case in doesn't work the first time."

"Oh, like back-up."

"Yes, exactly like backup, there you go, all finished. Now I shall send you to find your mommy. You're going to appear in front of a house; all you have to do is go up the front steps and ring the doorbell, okay."

Eagerly the child nodded, "Okay." Already the puncture wound forgotten.

Smiling happily the young girl followed the raven-haired beauty to a large circle enclosed by crystals. Instructing the young girl to stand still in the middle she recited an incantation and watched as the child faded away.

Such a bright girl.

Brilliant, really.

A genius by mortal standards, but still a child.

Innocent and guileless and… easily befriended.

She turned back to her bowl, and held the vial up to the lamp light.

The child's blood.

She had great plans for this child's blood.

The Charmed Ones should not have been so careless with her.

Wicked laughter burbled out of the woman's throat.

All that trouble protecting themselves and their boys - only to be undone by the vanquished one.