Drake

The orbs disperse, leaving us in darkness. The only light shining from the white glass doors to the balcony. The white checkered marble floors and darkness mix to create a cold atmosphere. The beautiful penthouse is not overtly evil, but insidious nonetheless.

The apartment is empty, save for a couple of free-standing candle holders beside a book stand with rather large Grimoire perched upon it.

My attention centers on the boy huddled on the ground in front of us. I walk forward and bend down beside Evan, checking his pulse. I look back when I realize the Halliwells have not moved.

"Why is this place so familiar?" Wyatt asks.

Melinda shivers. "Something very bad happened here." She says.

"Is he alright?" Chris asks. "We need to go."

"Going so soon?"

The voice sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes spot a man as he appears in flames. His pale green eyes are the first of his features to appear, followed quickly by his tall frame. His normally jet-black hair is a lighter shade of brown follows.

And the same charming smile he uses all too often.

"Eli?" I ask beside my brother.

"Eli?" Wyatt echoes. "You know him?"

"Intimately." Benjamin smiles. "I should introduce myself. My name is Benjamin Elijah Turner."

"Why does that sound familiar?" Chris asks.

"Turner? As in Cole Turner? He's dead. A little more than dead. Destroyed, right?" Wyatt asks.

"Something like that."

"You're the Source? If you're kin to Cole Turner, it makes sense, I guess." Melinda says. "Did we just happen upon another long, lost sibling?"

"Cole Turner isn't my brother. He was my father. And you, Halliwells, are my cousins." Benjamin says.

Phoebe rarely speaks of her time with Cole, and when she does she frames it as a lesson in reading the signs. Many other family members, including her daughters, do not know the full story of her troubled relationship with Cole Turner. Her failed pregnancy is a topic she shies away totally.

That is the piece that I need put in place. If Phoebe told the entire truth, the baby was stolen by the seer and the power overwhelmed her.

So, how is a fully grown amalgamation of Cole and Phoebe standing in front of me.

"That's not possible! Aunt Phoebe never had a son." Wyatt says.

"Not in this reality. Maybe he's from a different reality. It makes sense as to why he's been moving through different ones." Melinda says.

"Afraid not, Mel. This is my home." He says. "I exist in the same way poor Evan here exists."

"And how is that?" I ask.

Benjamin winks at me. "Magic older than time itself and someone crazy enough to attempt it."

"So, the same woman who raised Evan did the same for you?" I ask.

"If you're telling the truth, then you're our cousin. Why haven't you come to us?" Chris asks.

"Come to you?" Benjamin asks. "Come to the mother who vanquished my father? The woman who cast me out and let someone rip me away from her without a fight?"

"That's not true!" Wyatt says. "Aunt Phoebe would never—"

"I was there." Benjamin says. "The Son of the Psychic. I have gifts of my own."

"I'm sure being the Source comes with quite a few." Melinda says.

"I am inheriting my birthright. One of them. This one will lead to the other." He says. "I'll finish what my father started. I'll claim my rightful place in the Underworld, then I'll take the powers of my my Halliwell birthright. The powers you usurped from me!"

"This is what you were talking about all those times?" I ask. "You used me to get to the other Halliwells?"

"All will be revealed when the time is right. Until then, I leave you in capable hands." He says disappearing in a blaze of flames.

His absence is replaced with a row of demons that look identical to Thalmazor. The demons, in exact formation, launch fireballs at Evan and me. The fireballs bounce off a blue force field as Wyatt, Chris and Melinda join hands.

"The Power of the Twice-Blessed cannot be tested. The Power of the Twice-Blessed cannot be tested. The Power of the Twice-Blessed cannot be tested."

The three chant over and over until energy bursts from them, incinerating the demons. Evans stirs underneath me, calling my attention. My heart fills as the boy blinks. It is then I feel the eyes of the Halliwells upon me.

"Yeah, it's probably time for that talk, right?" I chuckle.