Chapter 1: Hello Angels
A.N. I am so, so, SO sorry for the wait on Charmed's Angels. The reason I couldn't get on my account and update is because I was locked out and had no way of getting back in. But now I'm back and I'll do whatever it takes to make up for the lost time. I'm gonna try my hardest to get at least one chapter on every two weeks and if there's anything I can do to help my lovely fans, just write a review or PM me; I won't bite. Spells will be in parentheses to separate them from telepathic thoughts shared between people, memories in bold (although they won't appear in this chapter), and premonitions in bold italic. Again sorry, for the super long delay, but anyway, here we go with Charmed's Angels.
(Prue's POV)
I dropped down into a dark hallway, rising to my feet slowly. I heard a click and turned my head sharply to the right as a torch lit up. More quickly lit up in a row on either side of me, leading to a large, gray, heavy, metal door. I turned sharply to my right again and extended my hand, using my telekinesis to fly the handle of the sword into my hand. I got at position, walking slowly towards the door with my weapon. I'm coming for you, Cole! I thought.
Okay, let me explain this to you before I forget and you get absolutely lost: my name is Prudence (although I prefer "Prue") Halliwell. I'm a witch, just like my two sisters, Piper and Phoebe. Together, the three of us are the Charmed Ones, the most powerful witches to ever walk the Earth. Cole is a demon, but not just any demon; he's The Source of All Evil, the most powerful demon in the world who's purely intent on killing my sisters and me and taking over Earth. Not only is he intent on killing us; he was also dating Phoebe. Let me say that again: HE WAS DATING PHOEBE! Cole was a demon and we didn't even know it; The Source was sleeping with my sister and he could've killed her at anytime if he wanted to. I knew there was something I didn't like about him and it wasn't just the whole 'you're dating my sister' thing. Anyway, let's get back to the tunnel and my search for this son of a bitch!
I stopped at the door, deciding on the best way to open it, with telekinesis or not. Reaching my decision, I shot my hand towards the door, sending it flying across the room as if it was a feather that floated in the way of a fan. I walked into the room, which was just as dark as the rest of the hallway was moments ago. "Hello Prue." A man said. I instantly directed my gaze to the middle of the room, where I could just barely make out a man's outline. "How you been?"
"Fine…" I said slowly, suspicion thick in my voice as I tried to figure out what Cole's plan was. I continued, "Except for what happened yesterday!" I shot an angry glare at him.
"Ah yes, a shame that was, really." He said, "Tragic."
"Look, you and I both know why I'm here, so let's dance. I'll take the lead!" I said, before charging towards Cole with my sword.
"Stop!" He said sternly. I stopped instantly; I knew that voice, but it couldn't possibly be him, right?
"Oh, you don't know who I am with the lights off and what not. Let's shed some light on the mystery." 'Cole' said, laughing at his corny light pun. He clapped his hands together and my eyes practically popped out of my head because in front of me was:
"Charlie?" I asked.
"Hello Prue." Charlie smiled warmly. "How you been?" I instantly shot up out of bed, screaming.
"Prue, what the-? Prue! PRUE!" Piper yelled, turning on the light. I turned to my sister, who yawned before asking, "Why the hell are you screaming at midnight?" Piper always swore more frequently when she was cranky… or tired for that matter.
Abashed, I said, "Sorry Piper."
"Now go to bed." Piper closed the door, leaving me to my thoughts and the dream of Charlie. That couldn't possibly have been Charlie, we had a deal and he'd never break a deal, especially mine! Unless…
No, Prue, don't think like that! I thought, violently shaking my head clear of the horrifying thought. That was probably just a nightmare. The anniversary is coming up.
Ah yes, I thought sarcastically, it's almost been one year to the minute since the two years that are sure to haunt me for the rest of my life.
Go to bed Prue, you have work tomorrow and you know that you'll be unbelievably bitchy in the morning if you don't get your beauty sleep. I closed my eyes and lie back down on my sweat-soaked covers, the dream replaying. It got to the 'Point of Charlie' (as I call it because of… you know) and I shot up out of bed again, catching myself before screaming. I am not going to wake Piper up again because she'll be just unbearable in the morning.
And so will you if you don't get back to sleep!
I know, I know, but I can't… I stood up and walked over to the 'Crown of Prusiris'. I smiled as the memory came to mind, but I quickly shook it back out; I can't get immersed in any memories. I then remembered something one of my dearest friends told me: she said that whenever you feel overwhelmed, take three deep breaths. As she explained, three deep breaths can be the difference between World Peace and the apocalypse that destroys the world. I closed my eyes and took three deep breaths, just like she said.
However, despite the relaxing tactic that had worked in the past, my mind still felt muddled, as if I was walking through a swamp of confusion and anxiety. I looked outside the window in my room, the wind blowing on my white curtains lightly. Deciding to do my favorite relaxation technique, I put on some slippers and walked out onto the porch, letting the cold, December breeze hit my face. I don't know why (or even how for that matter), but it always just clears my mind for me, making me feel rejuvenated.
After about 15 minutes in the chilly wind, I returned to my room. I glanced at the crown before hopping into bed and closing my eyes. The dream began playing again, but I instantly switched my thoughts to something else. However, that didn't last long, as the dream came back. After what seemed like eons of "changing the channel" of my subconscious, I gave up, letting the dark dream runs its course.
…
"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggg!" My alarm clock blared in my ears.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" I asked as the alarm went off, falling off the edge of my bed and hitting my butt on the newly polished hardwood floor. "Ow." I said a pained expression on my face as I stood and rubbed my throbbing tailbone. I walked over to my soulless alarm clock, which went right on ringing, despite the pain it put me through. After several unsuccessful attempts to shut off the "Awakener From the Pits of Hell", (as Phoebe called it one time when she was cranky), and too tired and cranky to slow down figure it out, I simply threw the instrument out my open window, where it collided with the tire of a passing truck.
Yawning, I passed by my full-length mirror, but immediately looked back in it. My hair was stringy and sticking up in all places as if I'd been shocked by several lightning bolts, my eyes were really red and unearthly wide due to shock, I had a small trail of dry drool on my cheek, my hands looked gritty and dirty, my red (The favorite color of my ex-boyfriend, Andy) and blue (my favorite color) striped pajamas were looking really raggedy and seemed as if they were clinging to my body for dear life, and my toes… I didn't dare look down there. How could I do all this critical damage in one night? I asked myself mentally, Okay, yeah no, we need to fix this!
I practically ran to the bathroom, (although I didn't need to because no one else was up and there was no race for the bathroom), and immediately got to work. I cleaned my dirty… everything in the shower and as soon as I got out, my mind went on autopilot, prepping me for the day. I soon stood in front of my full-length mirror again and here's what I looked like:
I was wearing a little bit of mascara, blue eye shadow and red lipstick. Now onto my clothes, I wore a white blazer with a blue short-sleeved shirt, along with white pants to match with my white and gold flats. Around my neck was the necklace Andy gave me the day he proposed… it was also fifteen hours before he died helping my sisters and I. On my finger was the ring, but that's only to serve as a reminder that I'd never truly love anyone else ever again, EVER! I felt myself beginning to tear up as memories from my relationship with Andy began to resurface, but I pushed them back down. No, be strong Prue, he'd want you to. I thought, blinking rapidly to eliminate the tears from my eyes.
I smiled and felt proud of my transformation, after all I was never all that into make-up. Well, at least, I was proud until I looked at:
"My hair!" I yelled staring at the unruly mane fixed upon my scalp. Gotta fix this, gotta fix this right now. I thought as I walked quickly to the bathroom. "Comb? Comb? Where are you comb?" I asked quietly to no one in particular as I searched for the comb. After not finding it in the bathroom downstairs, I went to the one upstairs, but couldn't find it there either. "Where in the world could it be?" I asked, walking down the staircase into the living room and seeing it on the sofa.
"Really Phoebe?" I asked, picking up the hair styling tool. "Putting the comb on the couch where we sit?" I shrugged, "Oh well, I'll yell at her later." I washed the comb and then began it through my tangled, matted, and truthfully, hideous hair. After going a few rounds with the unruly beast, I sat down on my bed and huffed; I was losing. I then tried again to tame the wild thing and yelled out minutes later, "That's it! I quit!" I grabbed a lock of my brown hair, looked at it and yelled, "You win." I grabbed the hair iron, straightened my hair down, and then just left the room.
I walked into the kitchen to be greeted by a cheery Phoebe Halliwell. "Morning Prue." She said before turning around to look at my outfit. "Ooh, look at you."
"Please tell me this looks good because I spent a lot of time trying to get this right." I said.
"Well you did a good job, you look cute."
"Thanks Phoebe."
"No problem."
I walked over to the coffeemaker, while Phoebe turned back to her omelet. Soon, I was sitting at the table, sipping some of the blackest coffee ever as I asked Phoebe what's been going on at work lately, when Piper came in.
"Good morning Phoebe. Hey Prue." She chirped cheerfully, practically bouncing into the kitchen.
"What's gotten you all happy?" I asked, smiling slightly as I sipped my coffee.
"Well after you woke me up last night with your screaming, I went back to my room and collapsed into bed, finally getting my beauty sleep."
"Prue was screaming?" Phoebe asked.
"Yup, at midnight. Speaking of which, why were you screaming last night or rather, earlier today?"
"It was because I…" I dragged out the 'I', not wanting to talk about my dream, or at least not in front of Phoebe. You see, Piper and Phoebe chased in after me once they figured out that I was actually trapped with Charlie and something disastrous happened. I'm not going to say what, but it was something so terrible that I had to erase Phoebe's memory of it. Piper demanded that she keep her memory and even said a spell that made sure she never forgot it; our whitelighter (and Piper's husband), Leo, knows too, but he wasn't here at the moment. I'm not saying anything about the dream in front of Phoebe because it might unearth her memory of the terrible event and I don't want her remembering what happened; I don't want to cause her pain or worse: try to console me.
Suddenly, I heard the phone ringing and I said, "Oh Phoebe, the phone's ringing in the living room, can you go grab it?"
"Sure." My baby sister stood up and walked to the living room. Once she was gone, I turned to Piper, whispering, "I dreamt of Charlie."
"OF CHARLIE?!" Piper half-asked, half-yelled, shooting up out of her chair.
I immediately shushed her, reminding her that Phoebe was in the other room. "We're figuring this out right now. Why are you dreaming of Charlie?"
I shrugged, "I have absolutely no idea. Maybe because the anniversary is coming up and…"
"No, Prue, don't think about it, about them. They're fine, I'm sure of it."
"Maybe I should check up on them." I said, getting up from my chair.
"No Prue, don't. You remember the deal; after all, you did make it."
"Piper that was a year ago and I want to see them!"
"Prue, don't do it! You might get trapped again."
"Maybe I want to get trapped again!" I yelled, not really caring if Phoebe heard. "I haven't seen them in so long, I want to be there."
"Please Prue, don't." Piper pleaded, grabbing onto my arm and gripping it tightly. "Just think. I know you miss them, but you can't go. We barely got you out the first time."
Knowing I was defeated, I let out a sigh. "Fine Piper, I won't go."
"Good, now we need to figure out why you had that dream. Meet me upstairs in the attic."
"I can't, I have work remember." I pointed out.
"Well then meet me there after work. Leo'll be there too."
"No!"
"What you don't want Leo there, then he won't be there."
"More like I don't want to do it."
"Why not Prue?"
"Because maybe the dream was just a one-time thing." I tried to reason with Piper, even though I knew it was a lie, both to her and me; truth is, I've been having this dream for a week now.
"Prue…"
"My god," I said silently to myself, turning away from my stubborn sister, but then again, I'm just as stubborn. "Yes Piper." I smiled sweetly.
"We need to talk about this." I instantly heard the air ripple, as Phoebe walked back into the kitchen.
"Who was on the phone?" Piper asked.
Phoebe answered, "It was work, they need me to come in, said it was an emergency. Oh yeah, Prue, it's 7:30."
I did a spit take, my now lukewarm coffee spilling onto my hand as I quickly jerked it away from my lips. "7:30?" I asked, "I gotta go, thanks Pheebs." I quickly dried off my hand and gave Phoebe a hug. I released and went over to Piper, giving her a hug as well.
"We'll talk about this later." She whispered in my ear. I immediately stiffened up and whispered back, "NO!"
I released her and exited the manor, walking to my car, which was parked across the street. I drove and about halfway to work, my eyes began to flutter, slowly closing. I instantly snapped them open, but the weariness persisted. I yawned and found it harder to focus on the road. I continued trying to succeed in my struggle to stay awake, but eventually my eyes closed. "Prue…" Charlie's voice rang in my ears, "Prue, wake up."
Shut up! I snapped at the voice mentally. The image of Charlie in the chair came to mind. You're not here. Leave me alone.
"Prue, wake up." Charlie's voice said, a little more irritability seeping through.
Leave me alone! You remember the deal. An image of Charlie and me popped up, walking around a shop in Chinatown.
"Prue!" Charlie yelled, "Wake the hell up!"
I snapped open my eyes, asking "Huh?", when I heard a horn honking. I turned the wheel, my car swerving to the right. I turned my head to the back, looking back at the dumbass that nearly killed me. Panting heavily as my mind swirled, I thought, That was too close, thank goodness Charlie told me… Charlie?
I immediately pressed my foot harder on the gas pedal, reaching work in a matter of minutes. I wiped the crust from out of my eyes and yawned quickly before walking to the trunk of my car and taking out my camera. I put the strap around my neck and walked inside 415 Magazine, soon coming out with a file folder, heading over to meet Denice Wilder to talk some photos for the magazine. I was walking in the middle of the park, approaching a statue, when I heard, "Prue…"
Oh my god, I groaned mentally, rolling my eyes. Not Charlie again.
"Prue." Charlie called again, but it wasn't just Charlie this time; it was like someone else's voice blended with his. I stopped and asked against the wind, which suddenly picked up, "Dylan?"
"Come on Prue, we need to see you; we all do." Dylan said.
This is insane. "Dylan, but how do you remember me, I-I thought that you lost it when-."
"Don't ask how, just know that I know and I want you to come to Los Angeles; to see them."
When do you need me to come? I asked Dylan telepathically.
"At once." Dylan said before leaving me to process this.
…
I walked into the manor and upstairs to the attic. "Hey." Piper said, causing me to jump. Clutching my heart, I asked, "What in the world are you doing up here?"
"I said to meet in the attic, didn't I?" The witch responded.
"Yeah, well I heard something today."
"What?"
"Dylan."
"You heard Dylan?" Piper and Leo, who came out of the shadows, asked.
"Yes, I heard Dylan. She told me to come to Los Angeles at once, said they needed me." Piper looked at Leo with that 'What do we do?' look that she was famous for. "This is clearly a cry for me to visit them. They want me to come for crying out loud."
"Prue, don't go." Leo said.
"That isn't fair! You just get to go wherever you please and so do Piper and when I get a chance to go somewhere I really need to, you refuse?"
"Prue…" Piper took one step forward.
"No Piper, don't 'Prue' me. I need to go."
"Prue, don't go."
"Why not Leo?" I turned to my brother-in-law. Piper looked at Leo, silently pressing for him to tell me. "What do you want to tell me?"
"The Elders sensed something that's going to upset the entire Grand Design. The Angels of Destiny were called and they don't want anyone to go anywhere until they trace the disturbance."
"Leo, you need to let me go. Please." I looked Leo in his blue eyes, "Please."
"I can't. I shouldn't."
"Don't you want me to see them?"
"I do, but you might get yourself trapped again. I can't let you do that, especially at a time like this."
"Leo…"
"No Prue, I'm not letting you go."
"Leo, don't do this, please don't."
"I need to. You can't go because if it's a demon and your sisters are going to need the Power of Three, you won't be there and I won't be able to call you. Plus, if you get trapped, I won't be able to get to you."
"Fine! If you won't let me go," I telekinetically lift up the Book of Shadows, "Then, I'll just see if I can't figure out what kind of demon we might be dealing with." I walked out of the attic, the book flying with me. I entered my room and closed the door behind me, locking it. I sat on my bed and the book landed in front of me. I grabbed my remote and turned on the T.V., Charlie's Angels on the screen.
You sure you want to do this, Prue? I asked myself, hesitant to get started.
Yeah, I need to. I glanced at the clock. Midnight, and…
I looked out the window, the full moon in the sky. A full moon. Excellent! Let's get started, shall we? I reached over to my dresser and grabbed the crown, putting it on my head, despite what happened last time I did that.
(The ancient powers hidden inside, the trials and troubles that plague my mind. Show me the truth and place it before me, take me to the land of Charlie!)
Lightning struck outside and I jumped, the book falling to the floor. "No, the book!" I yelled before being absorbed in a swirl of white light. "What's happening?!" I asked, feeling myself being from my body.
…
I opened my eyes to the sound of sirens. I sat up and noticed I wasn't in my bedroom anymore. "Where-where am I?" I asked to no one in particular. I turned as I heard an alarm and saw two men running from a bank.
"Attention thieves, stop right where you are!" A police officer yelled from behind me.
The two men stopped and one smirked at the officer before creating a fireball. I instantly got at attention and readied myself for battle. Prue, you can't fight in front of innocents, you might reveal your powers.
The demon shot the fireball to the ground and it grew into a wall of fire, which pushed the crowd of policemen back, scattering their cars all over the blocks. "Well that takes care of that." I said, before the demon shot a fireball at me. I moved my hand as the fireball came towards me, throwing it back at the demon, who screamed in agony as he was immersed in fire and fell to the cement in a pile of ashes. I turned to his stunned partner, who I assumed was just a regular mortal.
"You're a mortal?" I asked the man. He looked up at me and nodded, removing his mask. He actually looked cute: 5'3, wavy brown hair, tall, athletic build, rigged chin; if only he was a thief, then maybe I'd be able to fall for him… maybe.
"I see you're a witch."
"That I am. What's your name anyway?" I asked, "And are you single?" His eyes widened at my last question and I mentally face-palmed myself. Why in the world am I asking a man if he's single, especially a criminal.
"I'm not a mortal, you know." The man spoke up, "My name's Alan Hemsphen, I am single, and my mother's a witch."
"Oh." I said. 'Oh.' Just 'oh' Prue, really?
"Hey Prue, don't beat yourself up." Alan said, through the money bags he and his partner stole up in the air.
"No, the money!" I exclaimed, running for the bags. I knew I wouldn't stop them from falling into the sewer if I ran (one of the sewer caps was off), so as my only option, I jumped and used my telekinesis to stop the bags, having them float in mid-air. I hope no one saw that. I thought before thinking I saw three women leave a roof from the corner of my eye. Was that them?
"Prue, you okay?" Alan asked, running to my side and helping me up.
"I don't need your help." I shook his arm away from mines and turned away, mostly so he wouldn't see me blush. Why the hell am I blushing? I asked myself, I couldn't possibly be-? No, it's not possible… right?
"Um, Prue." Alan tapped my shoulder.
"Yeah Alan, what is-?" I looked up to see "Charlie's Angels" standing in front of me, in the front was Dylan and she was staring straight at me.
A.N. So does Dylan remember Prue? What happened that caused Dylan to lose her memory? Will Leo figure out what's causing the disturbance? Can Prue even trust Alan? I can promise that I'll answer these questions in the next chapter... most of them anyway. Remember to send me some reviews, I'd just love to read them.