Unexpected Happenings

A/N: Reviews are much thanked for guys! I'll answer a few of your reviews. Plus, Danica will stay but I'll push her back a bit but not completely.

Mony19, Well, It's true. You are a good observer. And yeah, Leo really has to watch what he says! Without Penny(Grams) he would have never ever found the Charmed Ones. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Danielle, Thanks for R&R! I'm keeping Danica so don't fret. Lol.

Charmedbaby11, Take Chris and Wyatt but not Leo. He's Piper's! Lol. And here's my update. Hope you like it.

Chub, Thank you.

J.T, Ok. I might just consider that but Danica is an important charcter now. She's Prue's daughter but I'll try and lay her back a bit.

d, I have to leave you in suspense! Lol. It's my duty! What exactly do you mean about Paige having a passive power? Try and clear it out for me. Darn you got a lot of questions! Lol.You'll just have to wait a bit. I'm promise, things will be answered. I'm just writing slower than usual. No offence taken! Thanks for R&R!

WyaRose, intersting penname. Anyway, yeah, I realized that you guys want Danica as a background character. It'll be hard but I'll try. More sister bonding! Promised!

Random3, Danica won't be going anywehre just yet. Well, maybe. I actually added the part where Danica finds out herself minutes after I finisehd part 11 so I had to redo it all over again cuz that idead fitted into the story. That's why I'm slow with the update thingee! Anywaym thanks for R&R!

Here it is! Part 12! Enjoy!

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Staying up late into the night in San Francisco was a common thing to do; partying and going clubbing was the night life of the city.

But working all night long was uncommon.

Casey Enderlin was sitting at her desk next to the dim light of her lampshade in her rather elaborately decorated office, papers on the tables piled as high as a stack of pancakes, working hard to get a promotion. Being just twenty-six, Casey was ambitious and confident in her job.

Having been there for thirteen straight hours, tired was the only way to describe the state she was in but she did not let that bring her down.

Casey let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She was just going to rest for a few minutes then go straight back to work.

The door to her office slowly and quietly opened. Oblivious to it, Casey relaxed a little, loosening her shoulders.

A messy blonde haired man stepped in, smiling as he watched Casey lean back, eyes closed. He walked towards the desk and sat down in one of the chairs facing opposite of Casey.

Casey frowned. A cold draft had suddenly filled the room but she knew that the air-conditioning had been turned off by her thirty minutes ago.

The draught of death.

Her mother had told her all about it when she was younger.

"The draught of death," Her mother had explained, "will only be felt when it is your turn. Be careful of it Casey."

Casey snorted with laughter. Her mother had landed herself in mental hospital a few days after she had said that. Careful she said.

"What's so funny?"

Casey snapped her eyes open and nearly screamed in fright when she saw a man sitting in one of the chairs in her office.

She put a hand to her chest, calming herself. "You scared me." She smiled weakly.

"What was so funny?" The man asked again.

Casey straightened. "I was thinking of something…You know, my mom told me about 'the draught of death'," she rolled her eyes. "And I felt a little cold in here. So you get the idea."

"You thought that death was here?" He asked, smiling and putting his hand in his pocket.

Casey laughed. "Yah, stupid huh?"

"No, I actually believe it."

"You believe that death is here?" Casey asked incredulously. "Ha!"

The man smiled a chilling smile. "Honey, I am death."

Casey rolled her eyes. "Funny, very funny."

He got up and took a dagger out form his pockets and held it up in the light, reflecting it on its shiny surface.

Casey choked slightly. "Haha. A real joke, now get that away."

"But the fun just started. I'm didn't even get to the part where I kill you."

Casey backed her chair away from the desk faintly. "Stop it, it's not funny anymore."

"It's not supposed to be funny." He circled the desk, Casey now backing away in her chair quickly.

"Stop it!"

Suddenly, he jumped forward, brining himself and Casey crashing to the ground. Before Casey even had a chance to scream, a hand was over her mouth and the dagger pointed straight at her heart.

"Scream and it'll be the last thing you do." He took his hand away but pressed the tip of the dagger lightly so that she could feel a twinge of pain. "Any last words?"

"I don't want to die." She cried as she began to sob.

"That's cliché but to be expected. Any other last words?"

Casey gulped. "Why?"

The man smirked. "Because you deserve to die." And without waiting for a response, he plunged the dagger deep into her heart, the hilt nearly embedding itself. With a confident move, he twisted in around like a doorknob and watched Casey's expression turn from shock a into a state of pain. He pressed the sleeve of his jacket to her mouth to stop her from making any noise. She struggled, fighting the pain, determined to live.

"Don't fight it Casey." The killer whispered. "Death always wins."

Crimson red blood trickled from Casey's wound and drenched her white blouse. Within twenty second of struggling and trying to break free, Casey stopped trashing around in her killer's arm.

The killer leered, satisfied with his accomplishment. He grabbed his dagger, taking it out of its place. He stood up and stared down at the lady's pale limp face. Casey stared back at him, barely breathing. He turned her over to her stomach with his foot and stood there for a minute, gazing at his masterpiece.

He nodded and then went to her desk and cleared all the contents on it. Glass frames and statuettes crashed to the ground. To add to the din, the fluttering papers only made the room messy and just like he had entered, he walked out of the room noiselessly like a flitting shadow.

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Prue rubbed her eyes as she looked at her selections of photographs that she had taken earlier that day. Satisfied with her choices, she got up; ready to leave when she suddenly heard a crash from the room next door to her.

Prue stiffened slightly but relaxed when no other sound was heard. She grabbed her leather jacket and put it on carefully, noting the time on the clock; ten o'clock.

In the action of taking her camera from her desk, another crash, this time louder, yet again caught her attention. She stood stock-still for a few seconds and then without hesitation hurried to her door. She wrenched it open and ran down the hall to the office next to hers; Casey Enderlin's office.

The door was already ajar when Prue stepped in. The room was a mess; Paper was strewn everywhere, broken glass on the floor and the room was dimly lit so the only thing that could be seen clearly was the desk.

"Casey?" Prue called out, looking around for her. "Casey?"

She moved to the center and something caught her eyes. An upturned chair was on the floor near one of the corners of the room but it wasn't that that had caught Prue's attention; it was what lay a foot away from it.

"Oh my gosh!" Prue rushed forward and dropped to her knees. Casey lay sprawled on her stomach, motionless. Prue carefully turned her over, checking for a pulse; It was faint.

Slowly, Prue put a hand on Casey's body searching for wounds. Her hand drifted to the heart and pressed down, cringing when she felt warm liquid seep through her fingers. Casey shuddered. Recoiling, Prue glanced at her palm in the dim light to see dark red crimson blood on it.

Prue looked at Casey's pale white face in horror. The twenty-six year old was being consumed, being consumed by death.

Prue put a hand to her mouth but nearly vomited when the smell of blood infiltrated her nose. She gagged, backing away. "No…"

She took out her mobile from her pocket and dialed in a number a fast as she could.

"Hello?" Answered a person on the other line.

"Darryl." Prue choked out. "You-you need to come…I didn't do anything…I found her! She was already like this when I came in…"

"Prue, Prue slow down!" Darryl calmed her. "What happened?"

"A colleague of mine is injured!" She managed to say.

"Where are you?" Darryl asked quickly.

"I'm at work…Oh my gosh…She's dying, she's dying…"

"Prue, listen to me. I want you to stay there and wait for us to come over." Darryl explained. "Ok?"

Prue nodded then realized he couldn't see her. "Ye-yes. Hurry please." And with that she put the phone down and crawled back to Casey, pulling her into her arms. She wiped a strand of hair away.

"It's going to be alright Casey." Prue reassured. "You're going to be fine."

Casey coughed. "I'm…I'm going to die aren't I?" She stammered, blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

Prue clenched her jaws, willing the tears away. "Listen to me; you're going to make it. You are going to make it Case. Hold on, just hold on."

"It's too late…" Casey muttered. "I feel it."

"Casey, you are going to live! I'm not going to let you die." Prue whispered. "I'm not going to let you go, you understand me?"

Casey laughed but instead, more blood spluttered from her mouth, showering Prue slightly. "P...Prue?"

Prue bit her lower lip. "I'm here."

"Thank you for….for staying with me…" Casey blinked. "Thank you..."

"Don't." Prue said firmly. "I'm not letting you go..."

Casey smiled weakly. "Take care…" She drew in one last breath and suddenly, her body became rigid, her shoulders slumped and her eyes turned blank. All the color on her face drained away, and for the first time, Prue felt like dying right there on the spot as she realized what was happening.

Prue began to sob quietly as she closed Casey's eyes shut. Without hesitation, she put her hand to the wound again and pressed on it, hoping that it would at least stop the bleeding.

"I'm sorry Casey…" Prue whispered. "I'm so sorry…"

Prue sat like that for twenty minutes, holding the younger girl in her arms, praying and hoping that this was just a dream, just a figment of her imagination but that dream was shattered when she heard the sound of sirens outside. Prue's heart broke.

A few minutes after the sirens began to sound, Darryl barreled into the office accompanied by four other police officers, guns out. He saw Prue sitting in the corner of the room, holding the victim in her arms and he knew he was too late; death hung in the air.

He sighed and put his gun away, signaling to the others to do the same. Striding towards Prue, he bent over and put a hand to her shoulder. "Prue…"

"I could have saved her…" Prue said in a shaky voice. "She could have lived…"

"There's nothing you could have done."

Prue shook her head. "She's dead because I didn't try…I didn't try at all…"

"Prue, you have to let go." Darryl said. "Just put her down."

"I-I can't…"

"You have to Prue."

Prue hestitate then nodded, gently putting Casey down. She then put her face in her hand, crying quietly.

Darryl felt remorse for Prue having to witness death. He looked at the wound on the young lady and noted that it had been the same as the wounds on the other girls.

The beast, Darryl thought in a mixture of sadness and anger. He firmly rested a hand on Prue's arm and gently pulled her up.

She got up, swaying slightly but composed herself in seconds. Her tears were gone only to be replaced by a blank expression. She didn't even hear Darryl tell her to sit down and wait for him while he examinde the body, she just sat down without even fighting.

It was when two coroners finally came in with a stretcher when Prue reacted.

"Where are they taking her?" she asked Darryl.

"Morgue."

"Darryl, can I go?"

Shaking his head he said, "No. You have to come back with me to the station. I have to interrogate you. You're the only witness."

"I didn't witness anything except her death." Prue said bitterly.

"You still have to give a statement so we can find the killer who did this."

At the mention of 'killer', Prue's inside boiled with anger. She stared at Darryl with fire in her eyes. "Anything to find the killer."

"Let's go then." And with that, he exited the room, Prue tailing him but not before she took one last look at her fallen coworker's body being covered up.

"Blessed be." Prue muttere, bowing her head. She turned on her heels and followed Darryl out.

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A/N: If you're wondering why Prue is so emotional with the death of Casey, it's because once you witness someone die, it changes you no matter who the person is. You will always feel a sense of guilt and pain inside.

So, review and tell me what you think! Try and have the next part up soon! I've been busy and all! Sorry if youve waited so long! So, Au revoir for now!