**Standard disclaimer. I do not own any of the Charmed character**
Part One
Night had fallen and the city of San Francisco welcomed the darkness. In the corner of the city where your average man was afraid to go and rightly so, a meeting was taking place. Dariel was his name. He would have been considered handsome if not for the darkness that had over taken his soul. Her had been trying now for over a month to rid himself of the thorn in his side, to rid himself of the Charmed Ones. Blasted, they were hard to kill.
"Somebody tell my why we can't kill three little witches, regardless of who they are." Dariel asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"With all due respect, they aren't so little and it's not as if my men have all failed. We have killed them."
"And yet they breathe."
"It's their Whitelighter. He is always there."
"Of course he is." Dariel responded. "He's married to one of those she- witches."
"Well, if it wasn't for him, the witches would be long dead."
"Really?" A thought began to form. So vile and simple in nature that he chastised himself for not thinking of it sooner. "That is easily rectified."
"Dariel?"
"We turn him, make him a brethren. He is what I once was, now he will become what I am. Turn love into hate, goodness to evil and loyalty into betrayal. Not only will he not be there to heal their bodies, he will crush their spirits. That which he loves he will not rest till he destroys." The Dariel did something that he hadn't done in quite some time. He laughed.
Piper awoke early, which was nothing unusual, her unborn child rarely let her sleep past 6:00. What was unexpected was her husband sleeping soundly by her side, snoring softly. She had grown so accustomed to waking alone that she had almost forgotten what it was like to wake up next to him. Piper brushed the hair out of her face and leaned over and kissed Leo seriously, slowly awakening him.
"Piper, what have I told you about starting things you can't finish?" Leo asked keeping his eyes closed.
"Oh, I plan on finishing this." She kissed him again and was pleasantly surprised by the ardor in which he returned her kiss. They really hadn't had much time for them as a couple. Three months after they had been married at what should have been the happiest time in a newlyweds life, her sister Prue was killed. It killed a lot of the romance along with it. It was nice to be together, alone in each other's arms, remembering why they fell in love and why they fought so hard to be together.
Piper awoke for the second time. Only this time she did find Leo gone, but somehow she felt much better about that. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and pulled on her oversized shirt and drawstring sweatpants. It was getting harder and harder for her to find clothes that fit her and she was still several months away from her due date. She slowly descended the stairs but as she did she felt a cold chill. Something wasn't right, she felt a cold chill, like evil lurking in the corner of her mind just out of sight. Part of her just chalked it up to hormones, the other half wasn't so sure.
"Who's there?" she called out. No one answered. She continued on, thinking herself as being way too sensitive. Once in the kitchen she poured herself a cup of hot tea before she headed over to P3.
"Hello witch." A cold voice said behind her.
"Paige! Phoebe! Get in here!"
"What do you want?"
"What we all want." Dariel responded. "The blood of the Charmed Ones on my hands. And you are finally going to give it to me,"
Phoebe and Paige appeared in the doorway.
"I don't have time for this." Piper complained as she attempted to blow him up. Nothing happened. "It didn't work? Why didn't it work?"
"Did you really think that I would come into this house without some sort of protection?" Dariel raised his hand and sent Piper flying through the air landing hard again the stove knocking her out. Dariel then vanished in a swirl of black smoke.
"Piper!" Paige yelled as she ran across the room to Piper. "She's alive, but she's hurt." Blood was slowly trickled down her forehead.
"Leo!" Phoebe yelled. "Leo, we need you!"
Leo orbed in to find his wife sprawled on the kitchen floor. The cut on her head was already starting to heal. Evidently the baby was taking steps to protect itself and its mother.
"Leo?" Piper said softly as she regained consciousness.
"You okay?" Leo asked helping Piper to her feet.
"Yeah, I."Dariel appeared behind Leo holding a vial containing a black liquid.
"Hello Leo." Dariel said right before he through the vial at Leo, it landed at his feet and smoke engulfed him. "Call me when you're ready, brother."
"Leo!" Piper screamed. "Leo!" she grabbed at him to make sure he was alright.
"Oh no! Not this." He whispered.
"Leo, talk to me." Piper said trying to help her husband and calm her own fears at the same time.
"I don't have much time, Piper." He tried to smile at her. " It is a kind of poison, at least to Whitelighters."
"Darklighter poison? I thought they had to shoot you with a laced arrow?"
"It's initiate poison. It's what they give to mortals to turn them into Darklighters."
"What are you saying Leo?" Piper asked suddenly very afraid.
"I'm saying vanquish me while you have the chance. In three days there will be nothing left of me. "
"No." Piper said. "This will not happen, I won't let it."
"For once Baby, you have absolutely no say in this" his blue eyes then clouded over being replaced by darkness. He then vanished from sight.
Piper just stood there in disbelief before she disintegrated in a heap on the floor and began to cry. Phoebe and Paige just looked on, trying to comprehend what just happened. All they knew, is that their sisters life had been shattered in an instant. They now had to figure out what they were going to do.
----END OF PART ONE----
Part One
Night had fallen and the city of San Francisco welcomed the darkness. In the corner of the city where your average man was afraid to go and rightly so, a meeting was taking place. Dariel was his name. He would have been considered handsome if not for the darkness that had over taken his soul. Her had been trying now for over a month to rid himself of the thorn in his side, to rid himself of the Charmed Ones. Blasted, they were hard to kill.
"Somebody tell my why we can't kill three little witches, regardless of who they are." Dariel asked in a deceptively calm voice.
"With all due respect, they aren't so little and it's not as if my men have all failed. We have killed them."
"And yet they breathe."
"It's their Whitelighter. He is always there."
"Of course he is." Dariel responded. "He's married to one of those she- witches."
"Well, if it wasn't for him, the witches would be long dead."
"Really?" A thought began to form. So vile and simple in nature that he chastised himself for not thinking of it sooner. "That is easily rectified."
"Dariel?"
"We turn him, make him a brethren. He is what I once was, now he will become what I am. Turn love into hate, goodness to evil and loyalty into betrayal. Not only will he not be there to heal their bodies, he will crush their spirits. That which he loves he will not rest till he destroys." The Dariel did something that he hadn't done in quite some time. He laughed.
Piper awoke early, which was nothing unusual, her unborn child rarely let her sleep past 6:00. What was unexpected was her husband sleeping soundly by her side, snoring softly. She had grown so accustomed to waking alone that she had almost forgotten what it was like to wake up next to him. Piper brushed the hair out of her face and leaned over and kissed Leo seriously, slowly awakening him.
"Piper, what have I told you about starting things you can't finish?" Leo asked keeping his eyes closed.
"Oh, I plan on finishing this." She kissed him again and was pleasantly surprised by the ardor in which he returned her kiss. They really hadn't had much time for them as a couple. Three months after they had been married at what should have been the happiest time in a newlyweds life, her sister Prue was killed. It killed a lot of the romance along with it. It was nice to be together, alone in each other's arms, remembering why they fell in love and why they fought so hard to be together.
Piper awoke for the second time. Only this time she did find Leo gone, but somehow she felt much better about that. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and pulled on her oversized shirt and drawstring sweatpants. It was getting harder and harder for her to find clothes that fit her and she was still several months away from her due date. She slowly descended the stairs but as she did she felt a cold chill. Something wasn't right, she felt a cold chill, like evil lurking in the corner of her mind just out of sight. Part of her just chalked it up to hormones, the other half wasn't so sure.
"Who's there?" she called out. No one answered. She continued on, thinking herself as being way too sensitive. Once in the kitchen she poured herself a cup of hot tea before she headed over to P3.
"Hello witch." A cold voice said behind her.
"Paige! Phoebe! Get in here!"
"What do you want?"
"What we all want." Dariel responded. "The blood of the Charmed Ones on my hands. And you are finally going to give it to me,"
Phoebe and Paige appeared in the doorway.
"I don't have time for this." Piper complained as she attempted to blow him up. Nothing happened. "It didn't work? Why didn't it work?"
"Did you really think that I would come into this house without some sort of protection?" Dariel raised his hand and sent Piper flying through the air landing hard again the stove knocking her out. Dariel then vanished in a swirl of black smoke.
"Piper!" Paige yelled as she ran across the room to Piper. "She's alive, but she's hurt." Blood was slowly trickled down her forehead.
"Leo!" Phoebe yelled. "Leo, we need you!"
Leo orbed in to find his wife sprawled on the kitchen floor. The cut on her head was already starting to heal. Evidently the baby was taking steps to protect itself and its mother.
"Leo?" Piper said softly as she regained consciousness.
"You okay?" Leo asked helping Piper to her feet.
"Yeah, I."Dariel appeared behind Leo holding a vial containing a black liquid.
"Hello Leo." Dariel said right before he through the vial at Leo, it landed at his feet and smoke engulfed him. "Call me when you're ready, brother."
"Leo!" Piper screamed. "Leo!" she grabbed at him to make sure he was alright.
"Oh no! Not this." He whispered.
"Leo, talk to me." Piper said trying to help her husband and calm her own fears at the same time.
"I don't have much time, Piper." He tried to smile at her. " It is a kind of poison, at least to Whitelighters."
"Darklighter poison? I thought they had to shoot you with a laced arrow?"
"It's initiate poison. It's what they give to mortals to turn them into Darklighters."
"What are you saying Leo?" Piper asked suddenly very afraid.
"I'm saying vanquish me while you have the chance. In three days there will be nothing left of me. "
"No." Piper said. "This will not happen, I won't let it."
"For once Baby, you have absolutely no say in this" his blue eyes then clouded over being replaced by darkness. He then vanished from sight.
Piper just stood there in disbelief before she disintegrated in a heap on the floor and began to cry. Phoebe and Paige just looked on, trying to comprehend what just happened. All they knew, is that their sisters life had been shattered in an instant. They now had to figure out what they were going to do.
----END OF PART ONE----