Chapter 1: Nightmares

I was walking in a meadow, I'm not sure where, but this place is beautiful, it has roses and amazing grass, everything is perfect.

I'm wearing a pure white dress that flows down to the ground. Looking down I see that it has a sweetheart neckline but it had sleeves that go down to my wrists. While it is a sweetheart top it wasn't a glove on me but it clung to me at the waist before flaring out to the ground. This dress was the whitest thing I have ever seen and it wasn't even getting dirty from the grass.

I walked into a clearing in the meadow and saw a big tree there with an old fashion swing. I walked over to it and sat down on the slightly higher than normal swing and began pushing myself. While I pushed on the swings I saw that I was barefoot but I still didn't have any dirt on me. I smiled and swung harder.

Suddenly as I came back down I felt two hands push me on my lower back. It made me swing higher. They did it for a couple more times but I never looked behind me. As I came down again I couldn't go back up because two strong arms wrapped around my waist. "Miss me?" was whispered seductively in my ear. I squealed happily as I was picked from the swing seat then turned around facing the one who had picked me up.

"Chris!" I said in a happy voice.

"Who else," he said as he placed his hand on my cheek with his fingers ending on the middle of the back of my neck. He smiled as he looked down at my lips as he started to lean in. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as my hands went up into his, longer than most guys', hair. I pretty much had my hands tangled in his hair when he put his other hand on my waist and leaned in closer.

He was so close to my lips with his when he stopped; I mean he was so close I could smell the mints in his breath. I was about to sigh when I heard him chuckle, but it wasn't him chuckling, it sounded nothing like him but I knew the sound. Pulling back I looked at his face only it wasn't Chris anymore, but someone I did NOT want to see in my lovely dream with Chris Halliwell as the star.

I now felt the difference of Chris's longer soft hair and his shorter stiff hair. "So he's what you want." He said; the meanness obvious in his voice.

"Anthony what the hell?!" I exclaimed as I pulled my hands away only for him to grab my left wrist.

"How dare you? You would kiss him and NOT ME!" he exclaimed, clearly outraged. Before I could say anything I looked up at the previously baby blue sky that had no clouds was now running red with black looming clouds forming.

Then the tree was on fire, the swing burned to a crisp. The branches on fire, then I looked around and saw that the beautiful meadow was no longer beautiful. The grass a sad, dead, brown. Flowers were withered and colorless. I pushed away from Anthony breaking his hold on me. I got behind the swing and shoved it into him before backing away quickly only to fall on the semi-train of the dress.

As I started backwards crawling since I couldn't get up I instantly noticed the change in outfit. Gone pretty dress and hello black leather skinny jeans, black leather knee high boots, black leather corset top, black leather arm cuffs that went from my wrists to my elbow. As I scrambled to get away he advanced on me.

Once I finally got to my feet I was met by him grabbing my left wrist and holding it tightly. "Anthony! Let Me Go!" I scream trying to make him let go but his grip only got tighter.

Then he said, "I would, if I were Anthony." The voice was deeper, much deeper, demonic like. And I looked as his face as it contorted to the face of a man I've never seen, if I had to bet he was a demon, just with his looks, I mean if he had been looking like Cole Turner I wouldn't be in such bad shape but he looks a hell of a lot more like The Source with the scars so I think I'ma flip my shit.

"LET ME GO! LET GO OF ME! GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed as I beat against him with my other fist. Suddenly the wrist he was holding had a sharp surge through it and I screamed and dropped to my knees.

"I just burst about half of the blood vessels in your wrist where I'm holding now I suggest you be quiet before I break your wrist in half." He said squeezing just a little tighter, making me whimper in pain.

He raised his hand high above him and just as it started to come down…

I shot up straight in my bed eyes wide and heart beating like a hammer. I looked over at my clock and heard it blaring Gossip's song 'Heavy Cross'. I growled in frustration and slammed on the dismiss button and then nearly had a heart attack. There, on my left wrist was that bruise shaped like a hand wrapped around my wrist.

Just like how he had me

I got even wider eyes (If that's possible) and stared at it a shocked confusion. "That's not possible, if you get hurt in a dream you shouldn't have gotten hurt in real life." I said to myself. "Well no short sleeves today." I say with a sigh as I walk to my closet, if my parents saw that, they'd have a conniption and ask where I got it, how could I say 'You know, it was just a demon that attacked me in my sleep after I was dreaming of romancing it up with a sexy witchlighter you know, no biggy.' Ha!

Walking to my closet I picked out a thin long-sleeved white undershirt, a blue spaghetti strap tank top that had the saying 'I'm here, what else do you want from me?' on it in big black bold letters. Then I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of white peep toe wedges that had about a half an inch or an inch of a heel.

I took a quick shower before getting out and drying off my milk chocolate brown hair. Since it was supposed to rain (Which also got me out of explaining long sleeves, since it's only September) I pulled my hair up into a slick and tight ponytail and let my bangs fall to the side of my face like always. I put on the same makeup that I normally do.

That being a thin line of brown eyeliner, black mascara, pale pink lip gloss, and well that's all really. My mom says that I don't need makeup because 'I'm so pretty' so I use that as my excuse. I looked myself in the mirror and gave myself a once over before heading downstairs to get breakfast.

You see my family is one of those typical suburbs families until you get to me. See my dad is one of the top doctors at the hospital, short dark brown hair with dark brown eyes, 6' 2", and happy go lucky kinda guy. My mom she's a stay at home mom, she has dirty blonde hair that falls past her shoulder, but just so, in natural waves and has blue eyes, (And while they're not my color that's where I get my ocean blue eyes.) 5' 4", and very happy.

My younger sister, Hanna, she the typical prep with her standing at 5' 3", blonde hair that stops at her chest, big brown doe eyes, cheerleader, most popular in her class, dates the most popular boy in her class, yada, yada, yada… I could go on and on…

Now as for me. I have milk chocolate brown hair that stops a little past my chest (If you know what I mean) and it's naturally straight, I have bright ocean blue eyes (My sister says she'd kill for my eyes but I think she's too full of it too care), I stand at a steady 5' 7", I am average person on everything except one thing, but that'll come later after you meet my best friend.

Oh how rude of me, I haven't introduced myself yet. Well hey I'm Aria, Aria Whittemore, yep. I'll admit though my name is cool, you meet like next to no one with my name. But anyways,… hey! BROWNIES!

Yeah brownies are my weakness ok so let's go back to the story, SEE YA!

As I picked up a brownie I said, "Hey mom, I'm gonna walk today is that ok, I mean I'll probably end up spending the night with Britney since its Friday." As I walk out the door, knowing she'll agree.

Chewing on my brownie I hear a faint 'ok' in the background as I walk towards the school.

Walking up the first set of like 5 stairs I looked around for Britney. "Looks like someone's looking for someone else. Would that someone else be a Brit- who be me?" I heard someone ask as I turn around and saw Britney standing there. She was an inch shorter than me, had honey blond hair, forest green eyes, and was as sarcastic as you can get.

"Well yeah." I reply with equal sarcasm.

"What's wrong?" she asked with her tone changing almost instantly; guess my look gave it away.

"Come here." I said as I pulled her over to a corner where no one ever saw nor looked.

"What up?" she asked

"Well last night I was having this great dream about being in a garden and it was magical and I was with…" I didn't even finish

"Let me guess, you used the word 'magical' so I'm gonna guess the one and only Mr. Christopher Perry Halliwell." She said sarcastically

You see that's the one thing I'm extra ordinary at, the wonderful show Charmed and knowing everything about it too bad it got cancelled or 'finished' but they could have kept going. I'm so good at it because I am obsessed with it, and am totally in love with Chris, and yes I know stupid to love someone who isn't really but oh well too late I'm a goner. So I know as much as one person should. And… back to the story…

"Well duh, but anyways like right when he was gonna kiss me he changed to Anthony who started scaring me and the place turned to like ruins and when Anthony walked towards me I was getting scared but when he grabbed me he changed again and looked like The Source from season 6 he even had the same kinda scars," I said

"Ok soo you had a nightmare, what up?" she asked still not getting it.

"Look we'll just call him The Source since he looked like him but when he grabbed me he grabbed my left wrist and burst about half the blood vessels where he was holding me so he left a bruise there, in the dream."

"Uh huh, and?" she asked

"Well I would have brushed it off had it not been for this right here." I said as I rolled up my sleeve and her eyes widened in shock.

AN: So how do you guys like the first chapter so far? Tell me what you think, give me ideas let me know what your thinking. R&R Guys,

Hugs And Kisses - Madame Magic