Author's Note: Ladies and gentlemen! I could finally start this crossover, my fingers were itching to start on this story, but sometimes my imagination isn't the best. Anyway, I hope the people that clicked this story are going to like it when they finish. I've been trying to figure out how to mix my biggest obsessions into this story. Since 'The Covenant' was produced by the same dude that produced (or directed, whichever) 'Underworld' and 'Blood and Chocolate' I've decided to put some Wolf/Lycan action, but it'll be based on one of my favorite authors: Patricia Briggs, her ideas for Werewolves are simply amazing! Anyways, but most of the stuff will be my own creation. Please Read and Review! I only accept positive criticism.

P.S: Keep in mind that I'll sometimes fix or add stuff to chapters even after I already publish them. Think of it as some draft to a book and ideas keep coming and I want them all in this.

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Something Witchy This Way Comes

Chapterly Quote:

"Grams: Piper blew up the wolf from inside. Although it took her long enough.
Piper: Hey, back off Grams, I just saved your ass."

Introduction: Welcome To The Halliwell Family

Hazel

It was freezing cold in Massachusetts, especially on that September night, but she didn't feel the cold, not at all.

The lights inside the two story-three if you count the attic-Victorian Mansion were on and Hazel Halliwell could see movement from inside, the reason she was frozen to her spot. Hazel was hoping for nobody to be there early, damn it! They said at midnight! Taking a 'calming' breath, she took in her surroundings, the Mansion was a little ways off from a road, the forest bordering between the road and the house giving the place a peaceful silence, now that Hazel looked hard she could see that there seemed to be this sparkle to the place, she smiled at it; Faerie Magic. Taking a huge breath she tasted the air, even the air tasted like Magic.

A little ways off from the house was a waist high fence that was meant to keep things out, she smirked at it, it didn't keep her out. The newly planted flower beds made the front of the house look even more beautiful. The light coming from the windows cut through the shadows surrounding the Mansion, chasing them away... Hazel frowned, she felt something odd about the place. Her Witch side felt just right here, but her Other side... stirred uncomfortably in her chest.

'Just go inside.' It growled in her head, making Hazel roll her light green eyes. She took a big breath, this time, to build up the courage she knew she needed. What would her family say when they saw her? She had changed so much during those two years she had been away. Oh, to the brightest Moon, two years. What would they say about her clothes? From where she came from the brown leather dress that was full with buckles and straps was totally normal, but here it looked like it was given to her by the very Vikings!
She had turned blonde; her Grandma Piper was going to kill her for ruining her long lost brown hair. Her dad was going to kill her for some of the strange markings that were tattooed to her skin.

Oh, Goddess, her dad she hadn't spoken to him in two years. What would he say to her? Will he be bitter towards her for doing the same thing her mother had done all does years ago? Will he be angry with her for trying to protect them all by herself?

She had spoken to everybody in the family except him...

It was decided, she wasn't going to go inside and be re-united with her family, she was just going to turn around and run as fast as possible back to her kind.

'Coward' It growled again.

Hazel closed her eyes, demanding the tears stinging behind her closed lids to stay behind. But, before she could even turn around the front door opened, the light pouring out from inside landing right before her feet...

Too late now.

Hazel recognized the figure as soon as it stepped on the porch. Willow Halliwell still looked gorgeous as always, the only difference was that she was a couple of inches taller and her natural blonde hair fell in many waves down to the small of her back.

Willow hadn't spotted her, Hazel was still cloaked by the safety of the shadows, and there was a New Moon so the only light dawning upon her was from the many stars sprinkled across the dark sky.

Hazel watched as Willow went to one of the cars parked at the side of the house and as she watched her cousin Hazel knew what she had to do. It was now or never.
With quick, silent steps she reached Grandma Piper's old truck, a present from Grandma for Willow's birthday. Willow was sitting in the driver's side, leaning over the middle council to the passenger's side and looking for something in the glove compartment, probably her phone, she always forgot her phone.

Taking a nerve settling breath, Hazel opened her mouth, after doing this there was no turning back...

"Hey Willow."

Willow

'She's coming back!'

'Where is she? It's almost midnight.'

'Is she really coming back?'

Willow could hear thoughts of Hazel finally coming back after two years of leaving the family and obviously everybody was ecstatic... and nervous. Hazel had called two days ago after Willow, herself, left a message in Hazel's phone and after months of not calling back she called, worry evident in her soprano voice after hearing the urgency of Willows voice on the message.

"What's wrong? Is everybody okay?" Hazel had asked as soon as Willow had answered the cordless phone in the Manor.

"Don't worry, everyone's fine. It's just that the Elders need us for something." Willow couldn't contain her happiness at hearing her little cousins' voice.

Hazel had gone ballistic when she heard Willow use 'us' in a sentence. The idea of coming back didn't sound so nice for the young Halliwell.

"For what do they need 'us', exactly?" The word 'us' sounded strange on Hazel's tongue, as if the word gave her trouble to get out from her vocal cords.

"They haven't told us yet."

After half an hour of fighting over the lack of information the family had Hazel burst out angrily.

"Why do you guys need me? You've got the Twins, use them!"

"They need you, Holly and me! There's been some kind of threat of exposure and the Elders want us to check it out, investigate for a few months."

"So they have told you what's been going on." Hazel had accused, knowing sooner or later that Willow would let something slip and that fact made her even angrier. "Why can't they send The Cleaners, this is their job, not ours!"

"What's the deal of you not coming back? Hazel, we haven't seen you in two years! Don't you want to see us?"

Hazel had sighed into the phone. "Of course I want to see you guys, but...right now isn't a good time, Wills." She added reluctantly.

"Hazel, what the Hell's been going on with you? We come home the night of your birthday and find your room a wreck with blood everywhere...no note, no call! We had to wait two weeks before you decided to call, saying that you were somewhere in South America? Grams been worried sick about you, Daze. Every chance she gets she goes up to the attic to scry for you, or at least summon your selfish ass back home!" Willow had been angry, furious was a better word, Piper was worrying over her selfish granddaughter, for what? She didn't even want to come back home!

"Don't you think I wanna come home? You don't know the guilt I feel every time I talk to Grams, and every time I hear her crying, begging me to come back? You don't know how much I want to orb back to San Francisco! But, you know why I can't go back? Because I'm trying to protect all of you! Me! Alone!" Hazel finished roaring into the phone to the speechless Willow on the other line.

"What have you gotten yourself into, Hazel?" Willow had asked softly, she was trying so hard to understand her cousin. She was trying so hard to understand her sister.

"What haven't I gotten myself into." Hazel chuckled humorlessly into the phone.

"Can't you at least try and come? We will really need your help; the Elders need as much Charmed Power as they can have."

"Where are you guys supposed to go?"

That had been it, right there. Hazel was famous for her stubbornness, and now...now she was coming back to all of them. Willow had given her cousin the directions to where they were going to be meeting.

"Are you going to orb there?" Willow asked wanting to keep the conversation going between the two.

"Nope, gonna ask a buddy of mine to give me a lift to Plymouth, I guess, and then I'm going to-" Hazel had been cut off from her explanation by someone shouting in the background in some other language Willow couldn't understand and what amaze Willow the most was the fact that Hazel was answering back in the same strange language, and by it, it told Willow that Hazel was nowhere near the U.S as everybody had thought.

"Hazel, where are you?" Her question had only been met by silence on the other line, the silence had gone for so long that Willow was sure that Hazel had dumped her phone somewhere, but to her total relief Hazel answered, but what amazed Willow was that Hazel wasn't in London, or France, she was in-

"Ukraine." And the line went dead.

Of course nobody had believed her when Willow went with the latest news of the whereabouts of Hazel. Her father, Wyatt, had tried sensing her only to fell nothing, they all knew that Hazel had a Protective Crystal, meaning that in no magical way could they track her, but that didn't stop Piper Halliwell from trying. After the news of Hazel's return everything went ecstatic, the whole family had arrived at the house Uncle Chris had been re-modeling for a while, and as soon as everyone's feet touched the floor it was time to organize everything.

Aunt Melinda went around the house cleaning any trace of dust in the house, Grandma Piper, Phoebe and Paige were all in the kitchen, not letting anyone in to take a look. Earlier that day, Willow had heard Grams Piper talk about Hazel not eating her favorite plates for a while. Grandpa Leo and her dad, Wyatt, were just talking about Whitelighter stuff and usually looking around commenting about Uncle Chris good job on the house.

Gosh, Uncle Chris... He hadn't spoken to anybody about how he felt with his only daughter's return. Willow couldn't get anything, his mind was blank, a huge wall standing in the way his Brain Waves were suppose to navigate to her, nothing leaked out. She was worried about him, he had never been that quiet before... Only when Hazel left, but, he was so worried, he had been orbing all over San Francisco only to find two days later that she was in South America. Ouch. And nobody knew where she had gotten the money to travel all over America either. Hazel always said that she was going to explain later, but in those two years she had left, the explanation never came.

Rubbing her temple, the pressing feeling of everybody's thoughts accumulating in her head started growing.

Holy Halliwell sauntered her way towards her tall cousin, bumping her hips against Willows own, catching her attention.

"Why don't you call her? Everybody's getting restless, especially Ash and Nion, they're hungry." With an annoyed roll of her blue eyes, Holly made her way over her older twin brothers.

Of course they were gonna be hungry, they were freaking Football players, when weren't they hungry?

Reaching for her cell phone in the pocket to her most baggiest jeans, she dug deep into it, trying to find the darn piece of technology. Making memory, she remembered shoving the phone into the glove compartment of the car in total aggravation when Hazel wouldn't pick her phone. Sighing, she started making her way to the front door, trying to leave all of the mental voices echoing in her head, maybe fresh air will do her good. Letting the door opened after her she walked to her Hand-Me-Down van, she leaned over the driver's side and started her haunt for her phone.

"Hey Willow."

The voice behind her starlet her, whirling around, her hands were already up, ready to blow up any danger even though the possibility of any Warlock or low level Demon, even if it wasn't that much possible because of the Protective Crystals buried in front of the fence, she preferred being precautions. But, she imagined every evil creature to be sneaking up behind her than imagining her baby cousin in some weird outfit, blonde and actually there.

"Hazel!" Coming out from her shock, Willow threw her long arms around the slender frame that was Hazel. She didn't see any signs of undernourishment on her, but she did see changes on her. Not sensing her cousins' arms around her, Willow, gently, let go of Hazel.

The youngest Halliwell had her eyes to the floor and her shoulders were tense, as if the sudden contact had starlet her. Cocking her head to the side, Willow couldn't understand why her cousin wouldn't look her in the eye. "Hazel?" Cupping Hazel's chin, Willow tried to catch her eye. With the touch a Vet would use for scared animals the third Halliwell lifted Hazels' chin and made eye contact with her… and maybe that had been a big mistake.

Images flooded her mind, screams echoed around it. The sensation of a great heat that was to the point of melting someone's skin off. The heat was unbearable, it made it hard for her to breathe… her heart started thumping really fast, but Willow knew it wasn't her heart that was the one beating; it was Hazel's...

The feel of dried up soil crunching under running bare feet was unmistakable in Hazel's mind, the feeling that as she breathed embers and ashes went down her airway burning her insides was now, literally, burned in Hazels brain. Everything was on fire! The whole village was burning to the ground, the cruel, skin- crawling screams of her burning kin penetrated the night, only to be swallowed up by it. The smell of blood drifted through the air, the coppery smell was unmistakable for Willow, but the fact that the smell of blood was drifting through the air didn't matter to Willow but the fact that through Hazel's mind the blood smelled sweet and alluring made her own stomach churn .

At the memory of the smell, the Thing that lived inside of Hazel stirred hungrily snapping Willow out of her cousin's dark and broken mind.

Shocked by what had seen- what she had smelled-Willow stared at Hazel; her now amber eyes were staring back at her, boring her golden gaze into her brown ones.

"They're coming after me…"

At that thought Willow took Hazel's wrist into her hand and guided her into the house. Hazel went willingly and the sounds of her sniffing made Willows heart go to the young Witch. Her baby cousin-sister- had gone through something no one, not even a Charmed One should go through. As soon as the two Halliwells stepped into their new home, no one made a sound when they saw the crying, blonde, Hazel.

"We've got another problem."

Holly

Nothing that came from Hazel was good. Holly felt... she didn't know how to feel. When Willow had come with the news of Hazel's returning nothing had been good from then on. Of course she loved Hazel, don't get her wrong, it's just that... she left the Manor with so many unanswered questions and breaking her father's and grandmother's hearts and leaving Willow and her to fend for themselves as a duo.

She felt sick as soon as Hazel entered the house. All of these negative emotions came from her, darkening every little spark of happiness that illuminated the house and densing it into this black sticky mass that completely ruined everything. Maybe, just maybe, at that moment, Holly started hating Hazel. Hazel was ruining everything for her. After she left, slowly, everybody started re-constructing the small gap that Hazel had left in their lives and now the small patch was re-opening and the strong sting was there in everybody's emotions.

Holly watched from her corner beside the stair's banister, she flinched as she watched her older brothers rush forward and help the dazed looking Hazel. Everybody was fussing about her, that is until Holly noticed her uncle Chris holding back, she could feel his need to rush over to his daughter, he wanted so bad to go and hug her, shake her. Chris just wanted to know if his little girl was alright. But right now, he didn't know how to react.

"Do you know what's coming after her?" Grandma Paige asked from beside her other two sisters. Willow shook her head and looked at her baby cousin, Hazel's, now amber eyes, were darting around and her expression was one of a trapped animal.

Holly felt energy coming from Hazel; energy that wasn't hers... Something was wrong with Hazel, something was really wrong.

Stepping forward, Holly jerked Willow away from Hazel's now trembling figure.

"What's wrong with you?" Willow asked, totally shocked at Holly's actions, but just as Willow jerked her arm out of Holly's grasp, a low growl ripped through the air.

Every Halliwell in the foyer had their full attention on Hazel now. Her frequent changing eyes were this intense yellow that almost seemed to glow in the dim light.

"Hazel...?" Grandma Piper's usually gentle voice was full of command, even though the uncertainty was there.

Hazel let a snarl rip out of her throat, baring her teeth. Everyone knew what was going on, even when Hazel's usual personality totally went out of the window.

This wasn't good, the hostility was coming out of Hazel in huge hot waves, which made, both, Phoebe and Holly stumble back a couple of steps. Everybody knew what the solution was: knock her out, but who would be brave enough to get close to Hazel without being, most likely, killed without mercy by- not her- it?

"Hazel, sweetheart, snap out of it." Grandma Phoebe stepped forward, her hands raised up, showing that she had nothing that could harm her, but also, trying to sooth Hazel with the action. "It's just us, honey, nothing's going harm you now." The only response Phoebe gained was a warning growl.

"Let's just vanquish it." Holly suggested only to be stared at with total disbelief. "Not vanquish Hazel, I was talking about it." Holly clarified herself, but still, nobody took her seriously, just like always.

"We can't do that," For the first time Chris spoke, making a small whine come from his daughter whose eyes were still darting everywhere and hostile, her position in a crouch as she backed herself against the front door. "We kill Crevan; we might as well kill Hazel right here and now." Chris looked directly at Holly who couldn't hold the intense look in his green eyes. His anger suffocated her, but she didn't feel sorry.

And with a pride that could match the late Prue Halliwell, Holly raised her light eyes and stared down at her uncle. "So, it has a name now?" No matter how she said it, it would always sound defiant and that's the way she wanted it to sound. Holly wasn't going to back down and let her family be destroyed by some... creature.

"Holly!" Melinda scolded her daughter, but the look in her, also, light eyes told Holly how disappointed she was.

Chris ignored his niece and turned to his daughter, who was now looking at him, really looking at him for the first time in two years and she watched as her Uncle's features softened completely.

"Hazel Olena Kalyna Halliwell," His voice was soft, yet stern, trying to coax his daughter to resources. "Snap out of it, before I ground you for the rest of your goddamned life." He watched as Hazel's features stop being hostile and slowly her golden yellow eyes became the hazel green she was born with.

Hazel kept looking at her father for a moment, drinking in every change in his face and noticing the few gray hairs the hair at his temples. Hazel started panting slightly, and she started noticing the edge of her vision was becoming black.

And sounding like every other whining teenager she said: "Oh crap, dad." Before finally sub-coming to the unconsciousness that finally had her under its grasp, in other words; she just fainted and stayed unconscious for the rest of the night.

Author's Note: And here it was! The first chapter of 'Something Witchy This Way Comes'. I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please Review this story and let me know what you think about it. I'll try and work on the weekends with it, so I can have time to let my imagination do its thing. Again, thank you for picking this story and taking your time to read it.

With lots of Witchy Love;

MimiSnaps

Author's Note (April 26th, 2014): So, I fixed the chapter a bit and I'll be doing it with the rest, because some of the chapters in this story bug me since I found a lot of holes in my story.

I'm really sorry for the inconvenience, you guys, and the lack of updating but right now my resources are limited. Hang in there my faithful readers.

Wanna thank Sammie2y5, Regin and Dark-Supernatural-Angel for the first comments this story has gotten and I'm so happy you guy like it so far and the people that have favorited and followed the story, thank you guys so much too.