Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Charmed. Blah blah blah. You know the rest.
Kind of a short chapter, I know. I'll add bits and pieces when I have the time. I'll try not to make you wait too long between chapters. I hope you enjoy this one. Constructive criticism and positive feedback is always welcomed and appreciated. I do this for fun, not to display my writing skills. Haha. Anywho, enjoy chapter one and I will try to write the next chapter within the next few days.
The three Halliwell sisters trudged into the kitchen of the large, Victorian manor after yet another demon smack-down. This was a common event in the sisters' lives and was becoming more frequent as their powers became stronger. Less than a year ago, one of the routine demon attacks had claimed the life of the eldest sister, Prue, and had nearly severed the Power of Three. However, as luck would have it, their mother Patty had secretly had another daughter, Paige, whom the sisters discovered shortly after Prue's funeral. With that, they were able to reclaim their title as the Charmed Ones.
The two eldest sisters had tried their hardest to adopt Paige into the family, but she couldn't replace Prue, and Paige was well aware of it. Piper and Phoebe had never said anything to her and certainly treated her like a sister almost immediately, but Paige had a feeling that if they had been given the choice between her or Pure, she would be cast aside without questions. Not that it bothered her though. Well, not too much anyway. If she had the choice of having a normal life again and demon fighting on a daily basis, she would definitely prefer the normal life.
As she snapped back to reality, Paige realized that she and Phoebe were alone in the room and Phoebe was off rummaging through the refrigerator for something to cure her post-demon fighting munchies.
"Welcome back," said Phoebe as she pulled a piece of cheesecake from the refrigerator and sat at the table across from her baby sister.
"Sorry dude," said Paige. "I guess I kind of got lost in my head for a minute there."
"What were you thinking about?" Phoebe asked with a mouthful of cheesecake.
"Ah, nothing important," said Paige. "Demon-fighting, being a witch, work…"
"You know, we're sisters now," said Phoebe as she cut a small piece of cheesecake with her fork. "You can talk to Piper and I about anything at any time."
"Yeah, I know," said Paige. "I just need to internalize everything a little more. I'll be fine." Phoebe looked up at Paige skeptically, trying to read her mid for any insecurities that she could help with. Getting up from her seat and walking to the refrigerator, Phoebe grabbed another piece of cheesecake and placed it in front of Paige.
"You read my mind," said Paige with a mile.
"I don't know why I even bother," the Source grumbled. He had just received word that the Charmed Ones had, once again, vanquished one of his minions. He had been sending out demons for weeks, trying to off the witches while they were at their weakest, but somehow they were fighting back with little effort. Or so it seemed. The Source himself had been able to capture the most powerful of the three sisters and still failed.
He hadn't given up though. He knew Piper Halliwell's weak spots after studying the sisters for the last few weeks. She did not want to be a witch, she loathed fighting evil, even more-so now that Prue was gone and she desperately wanted to start a family without the constant threat of evil attacking at all hours of the day.
He couldn't very well use the same tactic twice, therefore he needed to come up with a new plan to sever the Power of Three. It didn't take long before he had yet another devious plan brewing within his brain, but he would require the help, or the power, of a very sophisticated upper-level demon.
Piper stepped out of the washroom much cleaner than when she had stepped inside. She looked down at the tattered and stained outfit in her hands that was by no means fashionable anymore. She lost most of her best outfits during unexpected demon fights and the damage was becoming quite clear on her credit card bills and her slowly deteriorating wardrobe selection. She was beginning to think she should wear sweat pants and old tees on a daily basis from now on, but her fashion-conscious sister would never approve or allow her to leave the house looking like a hobo.
She cast the outfit into the trashcan and rummaged through her closet for something nice to wear that she wouldn't be upset over having to throw away. As she changed into her new outfit, she could hear footsteps behind her. It was just like Leo to orb into the room and slip up quietly behind her, pulling her into a warm, loving embrace. She smiled and pushed her hair behind her ears before turning to greet her husband.
The face she met was not that of her husband. It was a face she had never seen before, but she knew exactly who, or what rather, it was. Before she could alert her sisters to the demonic presence in her bedroom, the demon grabbed her and covered her mouth to avoid having her blow his cover.
She could smell his breath on her face as he exhaled. The air around her became thick and blue, almost like a haze. She struggled within his grip for a few moments before slowly slipping away. Her eyelids slid shut and her body relaxed. The demon allowed her to drop to the floor and shimmered silently out of the room.