DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Charmed characters expect for Morana and Nicholas.

This is the first fan fiction that I have written for the Television show, Charmed. I hope it is enjoyable. I would be happy to receive any comments.

---6th Season---

---Halliwell House---

Night was edging upon San Francisco. The sun continued to sink below the horizon signaling a time of rest for most of the world. Not, however, for the Charmed Ones. The house was unusually busy for this time of evening. Paige sat alone in the living room, a large book placed firmly in her lap. She flipped through the pages, her expression was hardly satisfied.

An unsettling clatter of glass came form the kitchen followed by an overly loud metallic sound. Abandoning the book to the couch, Paige hurried to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the hard-wood floors. She pushed open the door to reveal the frustrated sight of her sister, Piper. Piper's honey brown hair fell like a curtain in front of her face, hiding any expression.

"What happened?" Paige's voice was racked with worry, hands placed carefully on her hips. Piper realized her presence and bent over to pick up the pieces of shattered glass. Paige, seeing the metal basin, commonly used for spell creating, on the floor she moved over to pick it up, restoring it to its holder.

"I thought I added that," Piper whispered to herself, looking at the contents of her potion on the tile floor, already seeping underneath the refrigerator. With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed a dishtowel that had been perched on the counter. Paige continued to assist Piper in her clean up endeavor.

"I added everything the recipe called for, only to end in disaster." Piper shook her head and finished mopping up the fragrant concoction.

A form of cerulean energy formed in the kitchen, close to where Paige was standing. The figure of Chris stood close to the cabinets, looking from Piper to Paige, finally, resting his eyes on the mess that still lined the counters.

"Still working on that vanquishing potion?" he asked, his tone held a tad of arrogance.

Paige shook her autumn colored hair form her eyes, pursing her lips. "Yes we are as a matter of fact." He hands found their place once again on her hips. Chris shook his head and laughed quietly to himself.

"I thought you would like to know that the demon that you three have been tracking is dead."

"Dead... How is that possible?" Piper scoffed, busying herself with further clean-up.

"Good Evening all!" the ecstatic tone of Phoebe's voice echoed into the kitchen. She was clad in her normal evening ware, a simple red shirt that fit her curved body quite well. The rest of the ensemble was accompanied by black dress pants and knee high boots. Her auburn hair fell to her shoulders in small waves, framing her smiling face.

Chris raised an eyebrow in Phoebe's general direction, placing his hands in his jean pockets.

"Phoebe?" Piper asked suspiciously, a saturated dishtowel dripping onto her shirt. With a silent curse she threw the dishtowel into the sink.

"Did you happen to vanquish that demon we have been trying to track?" Paige questioned.

"Yes…" she laughed. However, her laughter was quickly stifled when she beheld the look on her sister's faces. "Paige has been busy with work…and you Piper," she said gesturing to the frustrated form of her older sister, "have been attending to the club, so I figured I would whip up a vanquishing potion and vanquish his ass!"

"No wonder my potion didn't work, I was missing ingredients. Obviously the ones you had used."

"At least we don't have to focus on that demon any more." Phoebe exclaimed, smiling once again.

"Until another one comes along." Chris scoffed, only to receive a slap on the shoulder from Phoebe, who happened to be the closest sister at the time. With a playful frown, the cerulean energy formed once again as Chris vanished from their sight.

Later that night at P3

Music pulsated throughout the club, dancers crowded around the dance floor, moving their bodies in erotic motions. Piper sat satisfied at the bar. She had changed her attire since the potion incident. She wore a simple black top that complimented her figure followed by a similar ashen skirt. Her high-heeled dress shoes rested on the rung of the bar stool.

"Hey Sweetie," Phoebe approached, her arm wrapped around her date's waist. Piper smiled, looking from the man to Phoebe.

"Who is this?" she asked, a teasing tone to her voice.

"This is Nicholas," she motioned to the man that stood with her. He was pleasing to the eye, with short obsidian locks and laid-back attire. He smiled at Piper, and then turning back to Phoebe, waiting for her to finish conversing with her sister.

Nodding, Piper turned back to her sister, "Where's Paige?"

"With Chris…they are hanging out on the dance floor. Where's Leo?" Phoebe asked, feeling it was her turn to ask the questions.

"He has 'business' to attend to." Piper shrugged, turning back to her drink that lay untouched on the bar.

Paige sat beside Chris on the couch. His attire had not changed, the usual black t-shirt and jeans. His auburn hair covered his eyes, watching as the dancers moved to what seemed like never ending music. Paige sighed and rose,


"I am going to go get a drink…care to come?" she asked, trying to seem polite.

He shook his head, bangs falling farther in front of his stormy eyes. Paige shrugged and weaved through the stifling crowd. A woman, who had been cautiously watching Chris from across the room, walked seductively, making her way through the crowd with ease. She wore a tight fitting crimson dress that left little to the imagination.

Her hair was the color of raven's feathers with a hint of violet coloring. The shadowy outline of her hair fell to her barely covered waist. The dress seemed to fit like a second skin, overly bright against her pale cream-colored skin. The woman possessed eyes of the purest green, standing out among her subtle features.

"Hello darling," the woman's voice was smooth and melodious. She sat down uncomfortably close to Chris, causing him to inch over. She laughed, sounding like the purest spring. The music ceased, causing the dancers to rest for moments until a slower, more tranquil song began to play.

She ran her pale hands down his shirt, stopping at the top of his jeans. She pressed her mouth to his in a velvet kiss. She drew away from him and moved her lips so that they hovered over his ear. She whispered something into his ear, but in a swift movement, Chris stood, moving away from her. She smiled, bearing white teeth. He moved quickly though the crowd, occasional bumping into someone along the way. He finally made his way to Piper who stood upon his arrival.

"We may have a problem." Chris uttered, his voice laced with worry.

"What's going on?" Piper asked, brushing her hair from her face. Chris glanced back at the dancing crowd, only to be spotted by his pursuer. Piper followed his line of vision, almost sensing his fear.

"Orb" she whispered, "In the back." Piper moved in front of Chris, standing between him and the woman. The woman saw Chris move, watching him like a cat watches a mouse when hunger strikes. Her jade eyes moved to Piper, a smile curled upon her upper lip.

A commotion erupted from the far corner of the club. Piper glanced over to see several cloaked figures blocking Chris's only chance of escape. An attempt to orb would be foolish.

With a quick motion of her hands, all movement stopped. The woman and the cloaked figures weren't affected by the spell and of course neither was Phoebe, Paige or Chris.

"What the hell is going on here?" Paige asked, abandoning her drink at the bar. Phoebe stormed over, leaving her slightly 'stiff' date on the dance floor.

"I would like to know the same thing." Piper concluded, staring from the woman to the cloaked figure that held Chris tightly by his wrists.

"Get you hands off him," she yelled. Power surged through her, causing an orb of fire to careen into the figure that held Chris. A shriek filled the air, as ash was replaced where a body had once stood.

"How dare you!" the woman screamed, her voice full of rage. With a sweep of her hand, a wall of obsidian flames consumed her, blocking the sister's from Chris. An eerie smoke rose from the descending flames. When all had cleared, he club returned to its normal state. Movement was restored; however the woman and her minions had vanished.

"Everyone alright?" Piper asked, turning to both sisters. Paige nodded but Phoebe was the first to speak up. Her eyes fixed on the once smoldering floor.

"They took Chris with them."

To be continued…