Disclaimer: Blah blah blah, I don't own Charmed. I don't own the characters, not even the ones I made up. I could care less if someone uses these characters. Blah blah blah. The only part I own is the story.
Note: This is my first fanfic of Charmed, so please review it. I'd love feedback. However, just know that I am human too and have feelings. Thanks and I hope you enjoy!
A Lost Soul
Paris, Phoebe's eldest daughter of 7 years, sat quietly playing with her Barbie doll in her room. Her dad was snoring loudly in her sisters', Charlotte's and her youngest sister Grace's, room down the hall while her mother was out helping Piper give Wyatt and Chris a few magic lessons. Suddenly another young girl walked into the room. Charlotte was Phoebe's second daughter who was born just two years after Paris. She came in walking with her little blanket and sat down with her.
"Hi Charlotte. Wanna play Barbie with me?" Paris asked.
"I play with Suzie." Charlotte says picking up another Barbie. Paris suddenly stops and hears a tiny voice. She gets up and Charlotte follows behind. Just down the stairs they find a ghost of a young girl who is a little younger than Paris.
"Who are you?" Charlotte asks. The ghost smiles and puts out her hand out.
"Charlotte, no!" Paris stops as Charlotte puts out her hand. The ghost looks confused.
"What do you want?" Paris says, protectively hiding Charlotte behind her. The ghost puts her hand out to Paris, but Paris hesitates. The ghost frowns then suddenly expands into a large white light which blinds them. Suddenly the noise of a car pulls in and the ghost returns to its original form and whispers "Help me," and disappears. Charlotte sits on the ground.
"Don't tell Mommy, okay?" Paris says. Charlotte nods. Phoebe comes in with a big bag of groceries.
"Hi Mommy!" Charlotte says. Paris waves.
"Hi girls!" Phoebe says, putting down her bag and stooping
to their level. "What are you doing down here?"
"Charlotte was hungry. We were going to get a snack." Paris lies.
"Oh, well I just went to the store so why don't you go
through there and find something to eat?" Phoebe suggests. Paris smiles and climbs on the chair to look in the bag.
"Is daddy upstairs?" Phoebe asks her daughters. Charlotte nods.
"He snores loud." Charlotte giggles. Phoebe smiles and walks upstairs. As she goes upstairs she is hit with a premonition of her two older daughters taking the hand of a young ghost and then being locked alongside the human form of the ghost girl by a tall demon with a long, black cloak. She runs down the stairs.
"Girls, put on your shoes. We're going to Auntie Piper'shouse."
"Right now?" Paris asks. Phoebe doesn't answer. She takes the girls hands and puts them in the car.