I just recently saw this movie and I really liked it. I noticed that there weren't many Chase/OC fics, so I decided to write this short one.

Chapter 1

Chase Collins ran his fingers softly over the cheek of a pretty little blonde lying on the bed. The black veins were spreading across her face as his spell was slowly killing her. He was truly enjoying himself; the distressed look on Caleb's face was simply…priceless. Chase was twisted like that; he took pleasure of other people's suffering. Why wouldn't he when these people deserved to suffer. Chase truly hated Caleb and his friends, but he would have never admitted anyone the real reason why. The truth was that he envied them for having everything he himself has never had. A real family, a place where they belonged. Not that it mattered, he would soon have everything he could ever want, he would become more powerful than any witch ever before.

"You keep her in that spell and she'll die," Caleb said tensely.

"I know," Chase replied carelessly. The little blonde didn't mean anything to him; he was simply using her to make a point.

"What is this all about?" Caleb asked. "I mean, what do you want?"

"Want?" Chase repeated and jumped to his feet. "I'm Chase Collins; I have everything I could possibly want." He paused and stepped in front of Caleb. "It's what I need." He paused again, his lips curving into a smirk. "More power."

Caleb looked at Sarah; they both knew that her time was running out. Chase walked carelessly over to the desk and ran his fingers over it.

"Tomorrow night, birthday boy, at the exact moment when you ascent, be at Putman Barn, where you will will me your power. Do that and I'll let her live. And Pogue, Kate, Reid, Tyler, your mom, your sister and what's left of the families." He paused and slowly approached Caleb who instinctively backed away. "And don't think that I won't kill them. It comes natural to me. Just ask my adoptive parents."

The appalled look on Caleb's face made Chase smile; he glanced at Sarah and speeded his spell up. Her body started to judder and she yelped in pain.

"What are you doing?" Caleb asked, trying desperately to hide his panic.

"Just making sure I'm making my point," Chase replied.

Sarah yelped again, making Caleb to attack Chase. He threw Caleb effortlessly against the ceiling with the wave of his hand and flew him across the room to the bathroom where his back hit the mirror. Caleb fell on the floor, covered with shattered glass.

"Do you see my problem here?" Chase asked chuckling like a psychopath. "I like to use. A lot. Only no one ever told me about the effects and the damage. The addiction."

Chase didn't bother to hide his bitterness; he has never had anyone to guide him or explain to him what he was and what the price for using his powers was. When he had finally found that out, it had been too late, he had already been an addict.

"So…" he continued and pressed his foot on Caleb's chest. "The way I see it, I add your power to what I already have."

"It won't stop the aging," Caleb panted; he was still trying to catch his breath. "Your father obviously found out the hard way."

Chase's eyes darkened before he grabbed Caleb by the collar of his shirt.

"My father never had this kind of power," he hissed.

"It doesn't work like that," Caleb snapped. "It's the body that wears down, not the power."

Chase didn't believe that for a second, he would become powerful enough to stop the aging.

"Just think of yourself as a sacrificial lamb," he stated smiling. "You're already their golden boy, so why not die like a real hero? Tomorrow night, the barn. Where it all started."

Chase stood up and headed to the door, carelessly fixing the shattered mirror on his way out.

"Don't leave her like that," Caleb gasped when Chase opened the door. "She'll die."

Chase stopped and smiled while turning to look at the little blonde. Effortlessly he lifted his spell; the black veins on her face were disappearing. He walked out without saying a word and closed the door behind him. That had been fun, but he wasn't done for the night yet. He wasn't foolish enough to think that Caleb and his friends would simply give up without a fight. No, he needed a little insurance policy. The blonde would be the obvious choice, but he had someone else on mind. Caleb's little sister. Chase had never actually met her, but he had heard how protective Caleb was of her. He would no doubt die for her like a good little lamb. How pathetic, but better for Chase. Now he just needed to make a quick stop to the Danvers household.