Chapter 1 – Seduction.

It was early summer in San Francisco, and 17-year-old Charmz Turner was sat with her best friend Steffi in the living room of the Halliwell Manor, home of the Charmed Ones Piper, Phoebe and Paige.

"…Kyle's lovely," Charmz was saying. "He's just… boring in bed." Steffi laughed, crossing one long, tanned leg over the other.

"Boring? How so?"

"He's not adventurous like… like Chris was."

"You still think about Chris, I presume?"

"Sometimes. It's hard not to, you know?"

"Oh yes I know alright." Steffi chose her words carefully, knowing all too well that if Charmz realised that Steffi had slept with her ex-husband Chris, Charmz would go berserk and fry her with an energy ball. Lazily, Steffi conjured a bottle of whiskey and took a swig.

"That's bad for you," pointed out Charmz.

"Yeah, well I'm older than you so in your face." Steffi grinned and offered Charmz the bottle.

"Dad's gonna kill me if I get drunk…" Charmz smiled nervously and took the bottle.

"I can handle Cole," Steffi said carelessly, tossing a blonde curl over her shoulder. "Now, what shall we drink to?"

Just over an hour later, Cole Turner faded into the Manor looking for Charmz.

"Charmz? You around?" There was a crackle of electricity and a loud explosion could be heard from the living room.

"You did WHAT!" Charmz's furious yell resounded through the quiet house.

"Shuddup Charmz," Steffi slurred drunkenly. "Someone might hear you…"

"I don't care! You slept with my ex-husband!"

"N-not when you were married though."

"Oh, and that makes it al-bloody-right!" Another crackle of electricity, and then dust enveloped the room. The sudden silence was deafening, and Cole felt almost threatened by it. He was about to fade out when he heard a small sniffling noise. Looking around the edge of the door, he saw Steffi curled up in the foetal position, burn marks from energy balls embedded in the upholstery of the couch around her head, nursing the whiskey bottle crying.

He stood there for a minute or two, wondering how his daughter's best friend of 17 years had become so alcohol and nicotine dependant she had finished up like this. He remembered the days when Steffi and Charmz would beg to be allowed up to the surface to kill a few mortals with their powers. Steffi was a fire starter, and she had powers that were rare even in upper level demons. She could throw a ball of fire and hit her target from half a mile away, concentrate pillars of fire from her palms which were so hot they could sear and melt flesh in seconds, conjure any object she desired, and produce a single flame from each of her fingers which she often used to light her cigarettes. In addition to this, she had the typical demonic abilities of sensing other beings and being able to travel from plain to plain as she wished. Cole had often wondered what Steffi would become when he used to watch her creating saunas for her and Charmz to play in with her powers, but he never imagined her like this.

"Hey, what's up?" Cole asked gently. Steffi looked up, before looking down when she saw his face.

"N-n-nothing." She sniffed again, pathetically.

"I know enough women to confidently say that means you are 110 not okay," smiled Cole, and he sat next to her on the couch.

"I'm just b-being stupid, you know?"

"No you're not. I heard you fighting with Charmz; it does that to me too. Completely drains me." He put an arm around Steffi and smiled again.

"She obviously inherited your temper," Steffi said trying to smile.

"Don't I know it?" Cole laughed and reached over Steffi to the coffee table to grab a tissue for her. Their lips brushed, and Steffi kissed him. Cole, stunned, kissed back, and then pulled away.

"Steffi, you're drunk. Maybe you should go home…"

"I'm so, so sorry! Oh my God how much did I drink? Jesus…"

"I'll take you home…" In Cole's haste to forget the kiss, he fumbled for his car keys, just so that he could do something to take the pressure away from her gaze.

"Cole," Steffi, sobered up by the shock was looking at him with a strange look in her eyes. "Everything happens for a reason right? Maybe – maybe that was supposed to happen."

"No Steffi, you're Charmz's best friend, you're 18 years old… no."

"Cole, please think about this," pleaded Steffi. It was at that moment that Cole's perceptions of her suddenly changed. Her blonde curls gleamed in the moonlight, an her face was no longer the innocent child's face he remembered from a long past summer; it was a beautiful, melancholy face that Cole wanted to bring a smile to once more. He looked up at Steffi, and found that she had moved to the other side of the room, preparing to shimmer out. His legs moved suddenly, unbidden, and he raced across the room. Grabbing her arm he whispered hoarsely:

"Wait… don't go. I want to give you something." She looked at him with tear-stained ice blue eyes, which widened in surprise before fluttering shut as he gave her a passionate kiss. She pulled away gently after a minute or so and said quietly "Not here Cole. Meet me at my apartment tomorrow night…" She went to shimmer out, then turned back and flashed him a sexy smile. "I'll be waiting." Then she was gone, and all that was left was the smell of her perfume, laced with nicotine and alcohol.

A/N and Disclaimer: I don't own the copyright to Piper or Phoebe Halliwell, Paige Matthews, Chris Perry, Cole or Charmz Turner, but I do own Steffi Miller so I guess I kinda kicked your asses there.

With a total word count of 932 (minus A/N and Disclaimer), this is probably one of the longer chapters I pre-wrote. Feel free to R+R people; it's what I'm here for. Oh yeah, and if you don't like my pre-written chapters (that's about the first ten) then you can kiss my sexy little behind. But please review all the same.