It's a dark and stormy night. Lightning strikes overhead and tunder rimbles in the background. Three girls are sitting at a table. Several liquid filled bottles, a few dozen candles, and a circle-shaped rock slab with a pentagram drawn on it littered the table. One by one, the girls lit the candles. Then they closed their eyes, and began chanting.

Ours is the power, now is the time

This is the hour, ours is the magic

Ours is the power, now is the time

This is the power, ours is the magic

Ours is the power, now is the time

This is the power, ours is the magic

Ours is the power, now is the time

This is the power, ours is the magic

Ours is the power, now is the time

This is the power, ours is the magic

Ours is the power

Elsewhere, high school teenager Zoe Benson was walking through the airport. She had just departed from her plane ride from her hometown in sunny California to New Orleans, Lousiana.

Apon reaching the exit, her mother, Julie ushered her and her stepfather Bryan into a taxi.

"Come on, let's go." She told them. "Let's go darling, the taxi's waiting." Zoe sat in the passenger seat of the taxi while Bryan and Julie sat in the back.

While driving to their new house, it began raining. Zoe, Julie, and Bryan quickly rushed into their new house.

"Yeah, it's a lot drier in here, mom." Zoe commented upon entering their new home.

"We need a new roof." Bryan added.

"Yeah, but it's big." Julie noted. "I like the peg-and-groove floors. Damaske curtains would look lovely."

"We gotta get this roof fixed first, honey." Bryan told her.

"Yeah I know."

While they were talking, Zoe pulled out a picture frame and placed it on the table. It was of her grandmother. She died when Zoe was a baby, and Zoe never got to really know her.

Zoe explored the house a little more. It was a nice, dry wooden house. A big one as well. It seemed fitted for Zoe, Julie, and Bryan.

Zoe hopped down the stairs, and began sifting through a box when suddenly she heard a door creeking open. Zoe turned sharply and saw a dirty, strange man holding a snake standing in the doorway.

"I found this out back." He spoke, refering to the snake. "Do you want it?"

Zoe screamed, and tripped, falling against the wall.

The snake hissed at her.

"Relax, what's the matter with you?" The man demanded. "Relax!"

"Mom!" Zoe screeched.

"What? What is it?" Julie called coming down the stairs. "Hey!" She shouted when she spotted the man. Julie grabbed a fire poker, and went after him. The guy bolted.

"Hey get out of here!" Julie yelled. "What the hell?"

Julie walked back into the house, closing the door behind her. "Zoe are you alright?" Julie asked her daughter.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Zoe assured her. "He just surprised me, that's all."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

Zoe looked down. The snake the man was holding was laying on the floor. It's head was a mere centimeter away from Julie's foot.

"Mom." Zoe said.

Julie looked down. "Ah!" She screamed, before jabbing the poker on the ground.

The next day, Julie drove Zoe to her new school. Miss Robichaux's Academy.

"You could wait. Just until you get a school uniform." Julie tried to convince her daughter. "You don't have to go yet."

"I can't stay home and watch Daytime TV for the rest of my life." Zoe told her.

"Why not? I could."

Zoe chuckled, then unbuckled her seatbelt. I just wanna get it started and over with."

"Okay then. Good luck, Zoe. Bryan will be here to pick you up after school."

"I'll walk."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Zoe left on that note, approaching the stone steps that led to the school.

Zoe looked at her surroundings. She could see every kind of student there was. Jocks, nerds, populars, you name it.

Zoe looked up and saw a cross with a crucified Jesus haning above the school's entrance. Zoe swallowed, and walked inside.

Three girls walked down the hallway. The main girl was a blonde. She wore a short black dress and high heels. Her eyes were framed with thick eyeliner, and she had a vain expression on her face.

The second was also a blonde. She wore a flowing light purple dress, golden flats, and a black shawl. Her blonde hair was long and wavy, and she sported a serene expression.

The third girl was African American. She was chubby with short black hair. She wore a gray tee shirt, dark blue jeans, and black high tops. She doned a bored expression, and a sort of squinty-eyed look.

A boy smacked his friend, and said, "Scary bitch alert," as the girls walked by. His friend turned and exclaimed, "Oh God! I thought it was Satan!" In a mocking voice. The first boy mockingly drew a cross in front of him, and pretended to pray. The first girl glared at him, then the three walked over to their lockers.

"The almanac says that today will bring the arrival of something." The second girl, Misty Day, spoke.

"Yeah, wonderful, getting my rag." The vain-looking girl, Madison Montgomery, said.

"'A new wholeness with it, a new balance.'" Misty read from the book she was reading. "'Earth, air, water, fire.' Maybe it's our fourth."

"We don't need a fourth." Madison scowled.

"Madison we need someone to call out the corners: north, south, east, west."

"Four of us would make a circle." The African American girl, Queenie, spoke up. "Maybe this bitch can be our fourth."

Madison laughed as a cop walked by. "I love a woman in uniform."

Queenie and Misty laughed too, then they walked to class as the bell rung.

The male teacher greeted his class. "Bonjour class."

"Bonjour." The class greeted back. The teacher then asked one of the male students (who wasn't paying attention) how his weekend was.

"Uh tres bien." The boy answered. "Monsieur... Thipit?" The other boys laughed.

He then was asked another question. His friend wrote something in his notebook, and he laughed.

"Oh you mean did I get laid?" The boy joked.

"En francais, en francais." The teacher reprimanded him.

"Ah oui, beaucoup des- "laid" The boy snickered. His friends laughed with him.

Zoe quietly corrected him in French.

"Ah tres bien mademoiselle." The teacher praised her.

"Hey, what's that snail trail over there saying about me?" The boy asked, pointing to Zoe. His friends laughed at his comment.

The teacher then responed in French.

"Ya know, this is New Orleans, we should be learning Mexican or something." The boy piped up.

"That would be Spanish, genius." His friend corrected him.

"Yeah, Spanish."

A couple of rows behind him, Misty sat, glancing at Zoe with newfound interest. Zoe was staring at her pencil, which was standing upright on her desk on its point, not moving. Then the pencil began to slowly spin.

Misty let out a small gasp as the pencil began drilling a small hole in the desk.

Zoe's head snapped to look at Misty, and the pencil dropped down onto the desk. Misty and Zoe shared an awkward glance, before looking away.

As soon as she layed her eyes on that fantastic display, Misty was sure of one thing.

Their fourth was here. She was sure of that.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first AHS fic on this site! I've been wanting to write an AHS story for a while, and I got the idea to bring The Craft into the world of Coven after watching that season. I love the Craft, and thought that it would be perfect to honor it here.

Also, they never revealed Zoe's mom's name, so I made it Julie. Also I brought in Bryan because in the movie Sarah has a stepmother, so Zoe I think should have a stepfather in this movie. So here's the casting list so far:

Zoe Benson as Sarah

Madison Montgomery as Nancy

Misty Day as Bonnie

Queenie as Rochelle

Julie (Zoe's mom) as Sarah's father

Bryan (Zoe's stepfather) as Jenny (Sarah's stepmom)

So I hope you like it so far, and please don't be afraid to point out any mistakes or leave suggestions as to who should play who and stuff like that. Oh and check out the movie The Craft if you haven't already seen it. It's an awesome movie!

See you later!

-Liv