Dark Destiny

(Charmed Sons Virtual Series)

Season One, Episode One

Destiny's A Witch

Written by: Darien (aka alternate-universe-princess) and Shan (aka charmedgrl4ever)

Full summary: When Jenna and Talia Beckett move to San Francisco, they begin to display weird and unexplainable powers. Wyatt and Chris are two Witchlighters – half guardian angels and half good witches – who are also brothers. They are assigned to watch over Jenna and Talia and to teach them to tighten their grip on their wild powers before they get out of control.

Disclaimer: We don't own Chris, Wyatt, or Bianca (or any other cannon characters we forgot to mention). We do, however, own Prue, Parker, Paris, Jenna, and Talia (and any other original characters we forgot to mention) and would appreciate it if you didn't steal our characters without (A) asking our permission and (B) giving us the credit for them. Thank you!

Opening Song: I'm Ready - Cherie

Scene One

Rays of sun stretched down upon the earth, glaring into dirty windows and heating the roads. Through the clouds, streaks of sunlight could be seen, and birds and squirrels alike took pleasure in the heat of the day. Though the actual sun could barely be seen, the warmth from its rays was felt more than the muggy look of the sky and the clouds.

The street looked ancient, the pavement cracked and full of potholes. The apartment buildings that lined the side of the road were all decrepit and rundown, definitely not the type of place for two young, cheerful sisters just beginning life on their own. The only perk – and perhaps the only reason anyone would move there – was that it was cheap. To board in any of these buildings would cost next to nothing, though it might end up costing some sanity if one lived there for too long.

The third building from the end of the block looked especially dilapidated, as if it might collapse into a pile of rubble on a moment's notice. As it so happened, it was also the least expensive of all the other apartments.

Outside it stood a scratched up, blue SUV, a pile of boxes, and two young women ready to start their life away from their parents.

"Oh, no," Talia Beckett groaned as she stumbled forward, crashing to the concrete and dropping the boxes she'd been carrying. "Oh, I really, oh..." she bit her lip and picked up the largest, and also most damaged, box. The sound of broken glass hitting the sides of the box sounded as she shook it. "Uh, Jenna...I think I might have broken that lamp of yours..." And here I thought we'd get through unpacking the car without incident, she couldn't help but think. She'd just moved to San Francisco with her sister and already she'd broken something. She could tell things were going to go just as well in this new city as they had back home in Boston.

Jenna gently closed the trunk of the old SUV she shared with her sister and easily picked up a small, battered suitcase before peeking around the side of the vehicle to see her younger sister surrounded by what seemed to be a sea of cardboard and shaking a now badly damaged cardboard box. "Talia!" she said, her tone harsh and reprimanding.

"If you just waited like I'd asked, I'd have helped you with those!" She sighed and walked around the car to pick up one of the less-damaged boxes. They'd just have to leave the other two by the car and come back for them later.

"Uh...Sorry," said Talia, frowning slightly.

Jenna sighed again and smiled weakly. She could never stay mad at her sister for too long. "Well, lucky for you, I didn't like that lamp much anyway," she said, even though they both knew she was lying. She'd gotten that lamp as a present from their grandmother when she was fifteen, and it had been one of her most prized possessions. "Come on, let's take these upstairs." She walked over to the door of the apartment building and walked inside feeling very thankful for the fact that she'd previously thought to put a box in front of the door to prop it open.

Behind her, Talia bent down and carefully piled the two smaller boxes Jenna had left behind on top of the large, mostly squashed one she already held and, very, very slowly, she followed her sister up the stairs, grumbling the entire time about the old building's lack of a proper functioning elevator.

Several minutes later, still cursing the building and now sweating, Talia reached the fifth floor loft apartment she shared with her sister. Over the top of the boxes she could see Jenna leaning against the kitchen counter and grinning.

"Oh, don't mind me, I don't need any help or anything!" she snapped, nearly tripping over her own two feet as she said so.

"Well, you could've taken fewer boxes," Jenna laughed.

Behind the stack of boxes, Talia glared at her sister, though she doubted Jenna saw her do so.

"I'm just gonna go and get that last box that's holding the door open, 'kay?" said Jenna.

"Sure, just leave me here to crash into a wall. I'll be fine," Talia remarked.

She couldn't really see over the boxes well enough to find her way to her room. Not in an apartment she'd set foot in all of twice before now, at least.

Jenna laughed again and Talia felt a hand on her shoulder – Jenna's – push her in the right direction.

Slowly, and not without bumping into the wall a few times, Talia made her way into her new bedroom.

She put down the boxes the second she stepped through the doorway and sighed in sheer happiness. Those boxes had been heavy. She was about to stand up when she saw what would seem to be a pair of legs in front of her. And they weren't Jenna's.

Wait... she paused, the idea taking longer than it should have to form in her brain. Okay... there's someone in here! Oh, no! Oh, bad, very, very, very bad! And this city is known for freaks! And we left the door open all this time! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why, oh, why did we leave the door open? Oh, what are we going to– only then did she realize that not only was there a strange man in the room, but he was speaking in a language she couldn't understand. And then she realized that she was still standing bent over in front of the boxes.

Slowly, she stood up, fighting the urge to raise her hands up to her face and scream.

However, she let out a small sigh of relief upon seeing her would-be attacker. He wasn't particularly tall or particularly muscular, and he didn't seem to be armed. She figured that if she absolutely had to, completely absolutely had to, she could take him. Sure, he was creepy, dressed in all black and chanting in some weird, probably dead language, but she figured it'd be no worse than any of the fights she'd gotten into back in school.

Then he started chanting louder, or he started chanting different words, she wasn't quite sure, and the door slammed shut behind her.

Then she started to panic. Was there someone else in the apartment? Did this other person have Jenna? Were they, whoever they were, here to rob them...or worse? It was at this point that she started to wish she'd paid closer attention to the news. Who knew, maybe there was a serial robber or rapist or worse terrorizing the area and she didn't know about it?

She didn't have too much time to think about how uniformed she was and how many other homes this guy and however many friends he might have helping him had broken into because then, something else happened. The strange man stopped chanting and the air next to him shimmered. It was almost like there was an instant heat wave in the room, causing the air to become hazy and dense.

With a loud 'bang' something that could only be described as a 'monster' appeared in the room.

Talia had to stifle a gasp as she took in its hideous form. It was tall, its head nearly reaching the ceiling, and its skin was a mottled green and grey color, like some sort of sick reptile minus the scales. Its eyes were of purest black- like the depths of Hell itself. It had two small slits in the middle of its face for a nose and a snake-like tongue that kept darting out past its nearly non-existent lips. It, unlike the man in black, had the biggest muscles Talia had ever seen.

Then the man in black spoke, addressing the demon as if Talia wasn't even in the room. His words held an eerie, icy calm to them that terrified her. "I was hoping to do this before she got here, but it doesn't matter. Take this," he paused, pulling a strange, ornate knife from his back pocket and handing it to the creature. "Use this to take her powers. Then you may do as you please with her. However, do not kill her. I want there to be something left of her for her Whitelighter to find. I want him to suffer. Got it?"

The creature nodded, seemingly incapable of words.

Powers? What powers? What does he mean powers? And what's a...whatever he said? And what is that thing? Talia shook her head, trying in vain to see if she was dreaming, trying to see if maybe, just maybe, she'd fallen over bringing the boxes into the room and had knocked her head on something.

But nothing changed. Still not convinced, she pinched herself. Again, nothing changed.

This was real.

Even more strangely, the man disappeared. It was as if it was by magic, one second he was there, the next he was nowhere to be seen.

With a roar and a malicious smile the creature charged forwards, blade in hand.

For a split second, Talia froze, thinking, this is it, this is how I'm going to die and no one will ever know what happened.

The creature's blade was inches from piercing her shoulder when instinct kicked in and she ducked, rolling across the floor. The creature, unable to stop his momentum, ended up ramming the knife into the wall. Jerking the knife from the wall hastily, the creature roared again and spun to face her before she had the chance to get to her feet. She had to roll to the side again to avoid getting sliced by the knife. This time it hit the floor, getting stuck between two of the floorboards.

Talia jumped to her feet, moving as far away from the creature as she could. A single thought ran through her mind. Kill or be killed.

Without knowing why, she got down on all fours, snarling. She was so focused on finding a way to get rid of the creature that she didn't notice her hands had started to grow thick, black fur.

Suddenly, she could feel each and every bone in her body snap audibly and re-arrange. She quickly slammed her eyes shut against the pain of it. She let out a cry- one that came out as an animal sounding roar.

TBC...