Summary: *sigh* Stupid White Stripes. But it fit, so I used it. The manor's empty, but how did it get that way?
Disclaimer: Me? Own Charmed? Why....... sure.
A/N: *shrug* I wrote it for a fanfic challenge at Charmed-O-Rama and I figured that I'd post it here because.... I don't know really. Just because I felt like it, m'kay? Oh I know I totally thieved the title from the White Stripes. What of it? Anyway, I don't think this is anything special really. Just something to distract you from the mirthlessness of life. Ooo. Ha. Okay I'm done.
A harsh gust of wind blew through the empty Halliwell manor, scattering decaying leaves into every corner. A small, gray mouse peeked out from its home under the decrepit stairs and sniffed the air. With a wiggle of his nose he disappeared back into his dark home, not wanting to be bothered by the crisp winds of late.
A tornado whipped through the door, speeding toward its three motionless victims.
"Phoebe!? Phoebe, are you there!? Phoebe, where are you!?"
It barreled into the two women, knocking them to the ground with a great force. A great clap of thunder sounded and the tornado became calm. A towering figure stood above the cowering man and grinned.
"Dear God..."
She looked up and screamed. She raced to her feet and pushed the cowering man out of the way, only to be struck by the attack. She hurtled through the air like a human javelin and connected with the wall with a sickening crunch.
Her sister pulled herself to her feet, only to be brought down in the same manner as her sister before her. They laid there, motionless and slowly slipping away.
The towering figure turned to the frightened man and gave a twisted grin.
"What are you?"
"The end." Came the simple reply. Then, as he had done once before, sent a wild rush of energy at the man, causing him to crash through a window. With a satisfied look, he looked around at the damage he had caused and disappeared with the wind.
The wind died down, and allowed the mouse to leave his comfortable burrow. It walked about easily, unafraid of the unknown. Every inch of the desolate house was his and his alone. No other creatures dared enter the cold and uncaring Halliwell manor. With a sniff, it searched for any crumb it could find.
"You can't be serious."
"They're dead, Leo. I won't stay here and look at the spot where they died and know that I played a part in their deaths."
"If you walk out that door, it's all over. All that hard work will have been for nothing."
She roughly grabbed her last suitcase and stared wildly into his eyes. Without a word she walked out the door, slamming it behind her.
He lingered for a moment and wondered what to do. He realized he could do nothing; he was useless now. With a sigh, he orbed out, knowing that he would never return again.
The cold wind started up again, causing the mouse to give a shiver. He glanced at his burrow, then scampered in the opposite direction. He rushed out of the gaping hole in the house and began to search for a new home, never again to return to his place under the stairs.
Fin.