Chapter 1

Clover sprayed a bottle of perfume as a finishing touch to her morning routine; it was the first day of spring, and in celebration of the light, dewy season, the blue-eyed teenager had gone for a light, breezy approach.

Her make-up was light and dewy. Her cheeks a pretty shade of pink, and her soft lips the colour of sheer berries. On the inner corner of her eyes, she'd applied a creamy peach, and in the outer corner, a light copper; her blonde eyelashes were stained with mascara.

The strawberry blonde also sported a tangerine orange tank top with embroidery down the back, underneath a teal crop top that had thin black stems crawling up the left side, leading to three small blooming flowers. A pair of indigo skinnies draped her long legs, and she wore a pair of dusty orange wedges.

With a smirk at her reflection, Clover stepped out of her room, a scent of apple blossoms trailing after her.

Clover slipped down the staircase to greet Sam, and Alex at the breakfast table.

"Took you long enough" Alex smirked, placing her dishes in the kitchen sink, then stepping into the fitness room to squeeze in a few minutes of work-out before school began.

Sam remained seated at the kitchen table, sipping a mug of green tea. Before her was a small bowl of freshly cut fruits, an omelette, sprinkled with grated parmesan cheese, and a tiny bowl of almonds.

Sam graced Clover with a small smile, when suddenly a familiar ring tone sliced through the air. Clover blinked, and yanked her ex-powder out of her bohemian-styled tote.

By now Alex had poked into the living room, blotting her face for the tiniest hints of perspiration. In the morning, she often worked on her flexibility, except for the off-day where the bubbly teen was angry. The three girls crowded around the compact, when suddenly a holographic figure of Jerry appeared.

"Hello, girls."

"Hey Jer. You weren't by any chance just dropping by to say hi, were you?"

"I'm afraid not, Clover." The girls groaned, and Jerry continued.

"There has been reported sightings of an increasing rate of mass murders, and disappearances. Strangely, these reports seem to be occurring all over the world, village worth of people have been slaughtered, or kidnapped, and it's up to you three to find out who, or what it is." Suddenly, a holographic image of a lovely young woman with fair blonde hair and cat green eyes took Jerry's place.

"We were able to catch this young woman who had managed to escape from one of the mass murder sights, when she had called 9-1-1 for help."

"Girls" Jerry smirked "it's spy time."

June 2 2011, 8:25 A.M. - W.O.O.H.P Headquarters: Witness Room

"…They…they weren't human" suddenly Katrina, the witness's eyebrows crinkled "no, they were, but, they weren't." Clover snuck a glance at Alex, who tossed one back.

"Okay, Katrina, I need you to tell me everything you can remember, okay?" Sam asked, Katrina gave a twitch of a nod.

"O-Okay. I was at this new club with t-two of my friends. It was actually a pretty cool place, but something was kinda off about it. Like, h-hostile. So I went out for some fresh air, my friends had taken me there cause my boyfriend and I'd just broken up, so to cheer me up, but, I just couldn't stop thinking about him" Katrina sheepishly turned away at the eyes watching her.

"So I stayed out a little longer than I'd thought" suddenly her face grew pale "then I heard it" she took in shuddering breaths, her eyes wide and panicked.

"S-Screaming. So much blood. Everywhere." Her breaths turned into gasps "bodies running. Falling. More blood…and then, B-Brooke's leg, teeth, pointy teeth, blood, still attached-"

"Katrina!" Sam yelled, snapping the hyperventilating girl out of her gory dream. Alex handed her a cup of water, and with trembling hands, Katrina took a sip.

"How'd you get away?" Alex asked, Katrina took a deep breath and answered.

"I ran" a strange, twisted smile slithered up her face.

"I ran as fast as I could, even when my heels broke and my shoe straps snapped. When my dress got in the way I ripped off parts of it, and a lot of it was torn anyways. I threw my earring and necklace to the ground, and I ran."

"Okay, so we think that the bad guys may have had dogs-"

"Not a chance." Sam snapped her head in Katrina's direction, her eyes scrutinizing the frail blonde girl.

"Well, I can see this questioning isn't really going anywhere." Sam sighed.

. . .

"I think we've done enough for today, besides, we're already late for school, and I think Katrina's still a little shocked from her little episode. So I think it's time we leave" Sam suggested outside of the room.

"Yeah, I mean, does she think they had werewolves or something?" Clover chuckled. The three girls sent their results to Jerry, and flew back to school.

Beverly Hills High School: Hallway -10:05 A.M.

Alex rushed through the halls, textbooks in hand, when she abruptly recoiled back when she bumped into what felt like stone while turning the corner. The hazel-eyed teen held herself steady, but her books toppled to the floor. She let out a short groan before dropping to the ground to gather her books, only when she stood did she look up to see who exactly she'd bumped into.

Tall, dark, and handsome. The lean boy seemed to be a mere head taller than her, with caramel coated skin and thick, jet-black hair that stuck over his forehead. His eyes were a mesmerising milky brown with specks of gold.

"Sorry" his warm but deep voice apologized. Alex smiled bashfully "that's okay."

The boy then walked past her, leaving the raven-haired girl to stand at the corridor, lost in her own world as she gradually made her way to class.

Beverly Hills High School: Science Class - 10:10 A.M.

Sam slid a pair of goggles up onto her head as she bent down to dig in her purse for something to tie her hair. The familiar hum of chattering students suddenly stopped, and Sam assumed that their teacher had finally arrived. With her fingers lost inside a soft waterfall of orange blossom, Sam poked out from under her table, to find a boy standing at the front of the class.

For the smallest second, Sam cast a glance to a few of her female classmates, to find their attention completely drawn to the handsome boy, before she returned her attention.

The boy with dark hair tinted a deep shade of royal purple, had attractive green eyes the colour of meadows and a lean body. Following behind, walked in the teacher, who then announced to the class of the new student that would be joining them that went by the name of, Juan.

Beverly Hills High School: Social Class - 10:10 A.M.

Clover sighed solemnly, her eyes sliding past familiar students. Was it really necessary to have gotten back to school just in time to make it to one of the few classes the girls weren't in together? Her eyebrows crinkled as an annoying cackle pierced her ears, and suddenly Mandy popped into view.

"Hey there, Clover. What's the matter? Don't have your loser friends to talk to today?"

"No, Mandy. Just like every other second period class on every Monday since school started, Sam and Alex aren't here today." Clover grumbled.

"Oh don't mind me, I just wasn't sure whether it was your loser friends, or the fact that you have a major zit on your forehead, and your tote looks like something a hippie would wear."

"It's called bohemian, Mandy, and it never goes out of style."

"It does with that outfit."

Clover grit her teeth "you know what Man-" Clover blinked, the girl in question was no longer watching her, but instead stared at the front of the class with an expression of awe. Following her gaze, Clover laid eyes on a boy with intense, blue-grey eyes and blonde hair. Clover's scowl quickly transformed into an awestruck smile as the boy sat in the empty seat beside her following the teacher's instruction.

"This would be such a hallelujah-worthy moment, if she didn't have to sit beside him" Clover thought, casting a glare at the dark haired brat sitting on the other side of the new boy.

"Well, hello there" Mandy purred, casting the new kid a glance from underneath her lashes.

"My name's Mandy, what's yours?"

"Ares." Clover stared at, Ares, observing his nonchalant expression, when suddenly his stormy eyes rested on her. In that moment, time seemed to freeze, even if for a few seconds, as the classroom's chatter churned into a hum drowning out Mandy's voice. Just as quickly as he had come, Ares turned away, but a strange feeling in the pit of Clover's stomach fluttered in place.

Beverly Hills High School : Cafeteria - 11:10 A.M.

"You guys aren't gonna believe what happened to me in the halls this morning" Alex chirped as she seated herself alongside her two best friends at their round lunch table. Sam and Clover gave her a puzzled expression in return.

"I bumped into the cutest guy ever! And, he sits behind me in Math."

"Wow" Clover grinned "three hotties in one day!"

"What?"

"She's talking about how we got some new guys in our classes today, too" Sam explained. Just then, the buzz of chatting students died down as the cafeteria doors swung open.

Ares, Juan, and Barak stepped through the cafeteria doors, as Ares motioned them toward the cafeteria line.

The girls turned back to one another "that's Barak" Alex whispered. Clover's grin disappeared as her expression changed to one of ridicule.

"Barak? What kind of a name's Barak?"

Alex pouted "I think it's cool."

"Guys!" Sam rushed in, her voice hushed "I think they're…listening" as the girls' heads snapped back in the direction of the boys, said boys turned away.

"No way. No way they can hear us from this distance." Suddenly Clover's eyes lit up "what if Ares was checking me out!" Alex and Sam gave Clover a sceptical glance, but went with it.

"Well what about u-" suddenly Sam's compact beeped. Pulling the glossy, high-tech mint green compact out of her floral, over-the-shoulder ruby red bag as the girls slipped out of the cafeteria.

"What's-" as Sam flipped open her compowder, the locker's began to shudder and snap open and closed as a violent wind pulled the girls into them.

"What's going on?" Alex shrieked as the three slid down the familiar tunnel.

"I'm pretty sure we're being whooped Alex-"

"Where's my compact!"

The three girls landed on a stiff couch.

"I'm afraid there's no time, girls. We have an attack in progress."

Just as fast as they'd come, the girls were flying off in their jet with their gadgets in hand; but not before Sam located her compact and sighed in relief at the sight of no scratches.

"Alex, Sam, go!" Clover ordered as the door slid open; said girls leaped out of the plane.

. . .

"Aah!" Came a blood-curdling shriek; Alex rushed in the direction of the voice, which led her to a dark, alleyway.

When Alex came to find the girl, she had her hand planted on one of the walls, the other clutching her eyes and her head downcast.

"Are you, okay?"

The girl suddenly looked up; a beautiful girl with long, silky crimson hair and delicate, pale skin. She had the figure of a model, and style that seemed to match up to Clover's. But her eyes. Wide, doe-like eyes, that were completely colourless. It appeared as if the previous green had been completely washed out, and in its place came a faded tint. Just the smallest clue of the bright gems she'd once had, were now depleted to old rags. Her almost colourless eyes. A blind man's eye.

Alex couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips, and in that moment, time slowed. The girl burst into tears, an emerald green cat-suit that assured her that it was Sam that the footsteps, and the comforting hand on her own shoulder belonged to, revealed itself. She then realized that simple tears were slipping down her own cheeks. And the softest scurrying of footsteps died away, but Alex was more focused on the girl that had dropped to the ground, her soft cries echoing in that dark alley.

. . .

Clover rushed to where the sudden WO.O.H.P aircraft had been planted, her hair dancing as the chopper's wings began to spin. She watched as a petit girl was lead into the helicopter, before it flew away; and rushed to her friends' side when they appeared from an alley.

Penthouse: Sam's Bedroom - 10:18 P.M.

Sam scribbled in elegant cursives inside of the jade green leather diary she'd bought herself the week she'd discovered of W.O.O.H.P and had been announced a spy. The thick book had only been filled a little more than halfway, and as she wrote her finishing words, Sam snapped the deep purple latch shut with a heart-shaped key.

Author's Note

Oh, I was wondering, does anyone have a problem with me having my own characters? I hope you can understand that the girls don't actually have legitimate pairings in the show, so I didn't really have any other choice. Sorry, I hate it when people pair characters with OC's too, but given the current circumstances, is it still a problem?

P.S: Need a title for this story!