Summary: When Prue meets a beautiful stranger, her life changes, forever, in a "vampiric" way.
Spoilers: This is set during the beggining of Season 2, I think
Rating: I'm not sure, but I think G (for now, at least!)
Die, My Darling, Die
The Meeting
Piper was at P3, standing behind the counter, serving a few drinks to a couple of people. Then Phoebe and Prue arrived.
Piper: Where the hell were you, one hour late? Prue, I gotta tell you something, Phoebe has been much of a bad influence on you lately! But anyways, what took you guys so long?
Prue: I'm really sorry, Piper, I meant to get here earlier. But it looks like *somebody* - she said the word "somebody" pointing at Phoebe - forgot to put some gas on the car.
Phoebe: Hey, hey, hey! It wasn't my fault, okay? Everybody forgets to do that sometimes, right? Piper, could you gimme a little help here? And what are you doing behind the counter, I thought today we were supposed to celebrate, just the three of us, weren't we? I mean, a demon-free week? It's the happening of the year!
Piper: Yeah, I know. I'm covering for Erica, she's got anaemia, or something, I don't know. But you guys go ahead, have some fun, and we celebrate tomorrow, how's that for you guys?
Phoebe: Sounds just fine for me - she said while hugging her sister Piper.
Prue: Then make that two of us - said Prue as she moved to do the same as Phoebe - We'll se you later, sweetie, bye!
And then the two of them made their way to the dancing floor. Phoebe started dancing with a blonde, tall guy named Clint, with caring, loving blue eyes. Prue was not really in the mood to hook up with anyone, so she satrted dancing all by herself.
Phoebe: Prue, don't look now, but there's this really hot guy looking at you, right over there, by the stage!
When Prue looked at him, she felt the world trembling down and herself falling madly... in love! It was in that moment that she realized the effect all those guys with black hair and intriguing and penetrating dark eyes had on her. When she remembered the word penetrating, she wished that not only his eyes were penetrating... Not thinking at all, she started to walk in the guy's direction, using all of her instincts only.
Prue: Hi, my name's Prue, and I couldn't help but notice just how much you were watching me there in the dancing floor. Could I at least know the name of my admirer?
Hunter: Was I that obvious? I'm sorry for that, but I'm a man, suscetible to all of the most inner, mundande desires. And I also couldn't help but notice such majestic beauty as yours. And... Dear God! Once again, I apologize, I was almost forgetting, my name is Hunter, Hunter Gridstorm. I'm so pleased to meet you, Mrs... - he then took her hand and leaned to kiss it.
Prue: Halliwelll, Prue Halliwell - she said smiling, slightly blushing, at the same time she slowly took her hand back.
Hunter: I'm sorry if I embarass you, fair lady, that was not at all what I intended to do.
Prue: No it's not your fault, it's just that this is not common in the world we are living today, I mean, the hand kissing thing, I'm just not used to it.
Hunter: I see... So, Mrs. Halliwell, I'd like to get to know you better, could we go somewhere more private?
Prue: Sure, I'd love to!