Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed. I only own my OCs.

Author's Note: This is set in the future, were Chris and Wyatt are in their twenties. Also, the club that the sisters own and operate is still open, though not for much longer.

This is a story I've been wanting to write for a while but haven't been able to until now. My other story, "Hope is the Thing with Feathers," will take priority over this one, so this may be slow to update, but I'll update when I can, I promise.

Prologue

Calla Martin glared at the man in front of her with contempt. In response to her anger, however, he merely grinned, and her jaw clenched.

The bastard was enjoying this.

Then again, he was a demon, so she wasn't too surprised. Demons did enjoy the pain and misery of others, after all.

She struggled against the rope that bound her hands together behind her back, but they didn't even budge. Calla sighed. She'd hoped to get out this her own way, but with the ropes so tight, that wasn't happening.

So much for the escape plan, she thought with a sigh.

Guess this means she'd have to call in the reinforcements she hadn't wanted to bring in the first place.

"Rose!" she called, much to the demon's annoyance.

"Calling for your whitelighter won't work," he sneered, and for the first time in hours, Calla felt a smirk form on her face.

"Good thing Rose isn't my whitelighter then, huh?" she said, and the demon frowned in confusion.

As if on cue, a jingling noise sounded from her right, closely followed by the light blue of a person orbing.

The newcomer tsked and pursed her lips.

"What was that about not needing me?" she questioned, and Calla groaned.

"Look, I was an idiot lacking common sense when I said that, okay?"

When the newcomer didn't do anything in reply, Calla grit her teeth in annoyance.

"So can you untie me so we can vanquish this demon or are you just gonna bask in the satisfaction of me admitting I'm a moron while he blows us up?" she snapped, and the newcomer held up her hands.

"Well geez. Fine then," Rose replied before quickly beginning to untie Calla. Once she was unbound, she stood up and clasped Rose's hands.

"With evil brings unholy pain, may light take away its gain," they repeated over and over until the demon screamed, clutching its head as it burned and disappeared.

The two girls said nothing before Calla turned to Rose and asked dryly, " 'With evil brings unholy pain, may light take away its gain?' That's the best you could come up with?"

Rose rolled her eyes, slugging Calla in the arm.

"Bite me, Cal. I had, like, five minutes to write it. And besides, it worked, didn't it?"

Begrudgingly, Cal had to agree that it had, in fact, worked.

"Okay, so it could've been worse," she relented, and Rose beamed.

"That's high praise, coming from you," she said, and Cal rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don't let it inflate your ego too much, alright?"

Rose smiled, and the two were silent for a long time before they both burst out laughing without much of a reason.

It was a good thing that Fate had chosen them as sisters, Calla mused as she watched her sister, still continuing to laugh. Cal couldn't think of anyone else who could take her bull as much as Rose. And besides, had they been made enemies, God only knew what the world would be in for.

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Calla had been born different, as had her sister, with powers other witches could only dream of. True, they had nothing on the Charmed Ones, but they were still rather power.

Born half-witch, half-whitelighter, the two sisters were gifted with attributes of both sides of their parents. Though Rose was, undoubtedly, more whitelighter than Calla was, but that didn't mean that she didn't have any whitelighter powers, either. Calla couldn't heal like her sister could, but she could orb.

Her powers as a witch were more active than Rose's, however, and they included (but were not limited to): hydrokinesis, creating illusions, telepathy, and superior potion making skills. Rose, on the other hand, could heal, had telekinesis and animal telepathy.

Both sisters shared two gifts, however, one more surprising than the other. They could both orb, of course, but each possessed psychometry, though Rose was stronger in that area than Calla was. Psychometry is the ability to see the past of an object or person through physical contact, and it often wasn't something either sister could control, so they often wore gloves to stop from seeing anything accidentally.

Since they'd both lost their mother at an early age (and since their father had been turned into an Elder, making him unable to see his daughters), they had grown up as orphans. But now they were both twenty-four, old enough to take care of themselves and stop any demons they could so they could keep other children from being orphaned like they had been.

They had been quick to learn the craft, something that helped them immensely in the hunting demons.

Their demon hunting hobby didn't mean they lacked personal lives, however.

Far from it, in fact.

Rose was going steady with long-time normal boyfriend Jeffrey and owned a music store, something Rose was passionate about. She sold instruments and gave lessons-vocal lessons as well as piano, flute, violin, and harp lessons, though most tended to stay away from the harp. Just because she was musically talented didn't mean she lacked faults; she couldn't cook to save her life.

That was where Calla stepped in.

Calla hated fancy cuisine, however, so she worked at a restaurant that she was owner of, a neat diner that escaped most people's attention. It had a sixties theme, but workers weren't required to dress to fit into the era, courtesy of Cal.

She loved working there and wouldn't give it up for anything.

Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a love life. One night stands and week long relationships where about it for her, but she still hoped to find that special someone.

Now, though, looking up at a club that Rose had insisted they go to, maybe she would find 'the one.'

She just hoped that, if she did, they'd be prepared for all that her life entailed.

This was shorter than I expected it to be.

Sorry about the rather abrupt/confusing ending. I'll work on it. Also, that great big chunk where she describes her and her powers...I am deeply ashamed, but I wanted to let you guys know what you were in for right away, no baby steps allowed. Hope that's okay with you guys.

Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated, so long as it's constructive and not just criticism. Reviews are welcome and encouraged.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!