When The Clock Strikes Twelve
Authors Note: This is my first fic, so please tell me what ya think, good or bad! Thanks! -Paige
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Summary: Bad things happen, things no one, not even the Charmed Ones can control. And every time someone dies. Will the Charmed Ones be next?
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CHAPTER ONE Werewolf Central
"Welcome to the 6:00 news on Channel 12. I'm Maria Connell."
"And I'm Marcus Goolihan."
"Our first story tonight is an update on the mysterious killings that have been happening around San Francisco over the past week. This morning another body was found on Chinnidale Drive. The woman, 27 year old Carrie McHollan, had a series of thirteen bites, apparently belonging to the poisonous rattlesnake, up her right leg."
"The victim is fourth in a line of mysterious killings, none of which seem to be caused by humans, but rather by nature. The other three deaths were that of Paul Hallan, 31, who died of being attacked by a grizzly bear, Paula Mansfield, 19, who died of a shark bite, and Stella Voight, 36, whose throat was torn by a mountain lion."
"However, none of these animals are native to San Francisco, and we will keep you posted with further investigations. We'll be back with the weather after these messages."
"Wow, fourth one in four days!" Piper sighed as she flipped off the tv with the remote.
"What do you think caused it?" Paige asked.
"I have no clue," Piper responded.
"I've been thinking, guys. I know it seems a bit of a stretch, but right now it also seems like the only explanation," Phoebe said, resting her head in her hands on the kitchen table. "What?" Piper and Paige asked together.
"Don't hate me, because I know we've been happy about this dry spell, but I think it might be supernatural," Phoebe said.
Nobody spoke for a few moments. "I think your right," Piper said, "It's too early to tell."
"And besides, why would they be after innocent people?" Paige asked.
They all were silent again for a few minutes, deep in thought, until Phoebe spoke up. "Well, maybe they're magic," Phoebe suggested, "Wouldn't the Elders know something like that?"
"Yeah, they would," Piper said, "Leo!"
Leo orbed down in front of her, "Yes?" he asked, giving Piper a quick peck on the lips.
"Could you ask the Elders if the people who were attacked were, by any chance, magic?" Piper asked, hoping Leo wouldn't ask questions.
Thankfully, he didn't, "Sure, I'll get back to you later." With that he orbed out.
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Later that night.
Karjov pulled the gold watch out of his pocket and flipped open the cover. 11:58. He walked around to the side of the house and carefully looked in the window, where 23 year old Mylie Fulfur sat watching tv.
He counted down the seconds until the grandfather clock standing next to the door struck twelve. At the twelfth bong, he had become a werewolf. He gave one, frightening howl, before leaping through the window, shattering the glass.
The next sound heard was a deafening scream, and then silence.
Authors Note: This is my first fic, so please tell me what ya think, good or bad! Thanks! -Paige
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Summary: Bad things happen, things no one, not even the Charmed Ones can control. And every time someone dies. Will the Charmed Ones be next?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CHAPTER ONE Werewolf Central
"Welcome to the 6:00 news on Channel 12. I'm Maria Connell."
"And I'm Marcus Goolihan."
"Our first story tonight is an update on the mysterious killings that have been happening around San Francisco over the past week. This morning another body was found on Chinnidale Drive. The woman, 27 year old Carrie McHollan, had a series of thirteen bites, apparently belonging to the poisonous rattlesnake, up her right leg."
"The victim is fourth in a line of mysterious killings, none of which seem to be caused by humans, but rather by nature. The other three deaths were that of Paul Hallan, 31, who died of being attacked by a grizzly bear, Paula Mansfield, 19, who died of a shark bite, and Stella Voight, 36, whose throat was torn by a mountain lion."
"However, none of these animals are native to San Francisco, and we will keep you posted with further investigations. We'll be back with the weather after these messages."
"Wow, fourth one in four days!" Piper sighed as she flipped off the tv with the remote.
"What do you think caused it?" Paige asked.
"I have no clue," Piper responded.
"I've been thinking, guys. I know it seems a bit of a stretch, but right now it also seems like the only explanation," Phoebe said, resting her head in her hands on the kitchen table. "What?" Piper and Paige asked together.
"Don't hate me, because I know we've been happy about this dry spell, but I think it might be supernatural," Phoebe said.
Nobody spoke for a few moments. "I think your right," Piper said, "It's too early to tell."
"And besides, why would they be after innocent people?" Paige asked.
They all were silent again for a few minutes, deep in thought, until Phoebe spoke up. "Well, maybe they're magic," Phoebe suggested, "Wouldn't the Elders know something like that?"
"Yeah, they would," Piper said, "Leo!"
Leo orbed down in front of her, "Yes?" he asked, giving Piper a quick peck on the lips.
"Could you ask the Elders if the people who were attacked were, by any chance, magic?" Piper asked, hoping Leo wouldn't ask questions.
Thankfully, he didn't, "Sure, I'll get back to you later." With that he orbed out.
* * * * * * * *
Later that night.
Karjov pulled the gold watch out of his pocket and flipped open the cover. 11:58. He walked around to the side of the house and carefully looked in the window, where 23 year old Mylie Fulfur sat watching tv.
He counted down the seconds until the grandfather clock standing next to the door struck twelve. At the twelfth bong, he had become a werewolf. He gave one, frightening howl, before leaping through the window, shattering the glass.
The next sound heard was a deafening scream, and then silence.