Disclaimer: The Charmed Characters are the property of Aaron Spelling and Constance Burge. I just borrow them for your enjoyment and my writing addiction.

Friday the 13th

Your fear can consume you when you least expect it will. When you thought you had conquered it, it will come back to rivet you frozen in time. So scared that you can't help yourself or even those around you.

He walked down the dark alley. The clouds covering the moon like a dark blanket, hiding the world from its light. The streetlights at that end of town were few and far between each other and he knew what he had to do and this time he would succeed.

It was that fear that he thrived on. Everyone had it. He just enjoyed it, like he did the kill in the end. It gave him power over his victims. The power of their eventual death. Seeing their fear, as he took their last breath from them was his own inspiration. But he needed a few more. This time he would succeed and then nothing would be able to stop him.

He waited as she walked briskly to her car. They never learn do they? Always walking where they shouldn't be late at night. He placed his hand on her shoulder sending her scream throughout the heavy night air.

"Piper have you seen my leather jacket?" Prue called out as she walked through the main floor of the Victoria she shared with her sisters..

"Last time I saw it, it was hanging on the coat hook by the front door." Piper replied from the kitchen

"It's not there."

"Maybe Phoebes seen it." Piper yelled back to her sister

"Well if she was here I'd ask her." Prue said as she walked into the kitchen. "Where is our little sister anyway?"

"I think she went out with some friends."

"Great, and probably with my jacket."

Piper laughed to herself the way her two sisters carried on with each other. One minute they were the best of friends and the next, one of them wanted to kill the other. Piper was about to say something back when the piercing sound of the phone ringing broke her from her thoughts.

"Hi Darryl." Piper looked over at Prue as she spoke with Darryl Morris, an inspector with San Francisco's police department. They had only recently shared with their friend what their family secret was.

Prue watched as Piper spoke on the phone. She knew Darryl usually only called them when something supernatural had happened in the city.

"Ok Darryl we'll be right down. Thanx for calling." Piper placed the cordless phone back on its cradle as she locked eyes with Prue.

The crowd had gathered around the scene in the alley. The bright blue and red flashing lights of the police cruisers flickered throughout the sides of the buildings. They had tried to keep the crowd back from the gruesome site but there was no avoiding it. Some had already seen the blood and gore that was now covering the streets of San Francisco.

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He watched from the shadows as everyone hustled around the body. He wanted to laugh out at them. He could see their fear written all over their faces. The fear of the unknown. The fear of him, only they didn't know it was him.

He almost had two that night. He laughed when he remembered that someone had tried to come to her rescue.

This time she was not getting away. He had her in his grasp holding her above the ground. He could feel her life sucking away from her. But then another interrupted him.

They had locked eyes he for one moment and could see her loathing, her hate, in her eyes and into her soul. He lashed out at her knowing how to reach her mind. He felt the blood drip through his claw like hands. He lashed out again, once again reaching her. He had forgotten about the one he had come for. Tossing her lifelessly to the ground like a piece of garbage. He had a new target and it was an entertaining one at that. She tried to fight him back, but with each swipe he took she grew weaker.

But soon he heard more voices. He dropped the one and kicked the other as the smoke swirled around him and he was gone. Leaving behind the carnage of a wild animal.

Piper pulled the Jeep over as Prue and her arrived at the hospital. Piper had told Prue only that it involved Phoebe and Darryl wanted them to go down to the hospital and something to do with the old warehouse district.

"What the hell was she doing down there anyway?" Prue demanded

"I don't know." Piper could see the start of a fight brewing within her oldest sister.

"That isn't exactly the best part of the city. In fact it's the part with highest crime rate."

"Prue, I'm sure she had a reason. Lets just find her and find out why and what happen." Piper remained calm, for she knew as soon as they saw Phoebe Prue would be all over her and once again Piper would have to play her role as the middle child.

"Did Darryl tell you what happen?'

"No, all he said was that we needed to get down here right away, and that it had something to do with Phoebe."

The ambulances pulled in and left as another came in its place. The medical staff ran back and forth, every one oblivious to the sisters' even there. They looked around for Darryl but were yet to find him.

"Prue. Piper."

"Darryl. Where's Phoebe? What happen?" Prue was quick to find out what had happened to her sister, even though she was mad at wher she had been in the first place.

"I don't know what happened, but I need you to come with me."

His voice was somber and they both saw a look of fear and saddness in his eyes. What had happen to their sister? They soon followed after him arm in arm fearing the worse.

"Look I'm still trying to figure out what the hell happened tonight. But when I do I can assure you I will get the bastard that did this to her." Darryl tried to be strong, but he felt his own tears building up inside him. "She's in there." he pointed at the door. He couldnt bring himself to say the words or tell tehm what was going on. they were like family to him and he wanted to help protect them more so since he found out there secret.

Prue gripped Pipers hand as they past through the door Darryl had pointed at. They didn't even notice the words etched on the door. Words that would have sent their own fears through them. One word that would put the hearts of men in their throats: Morgue.