Disclaimer - I do not own Charmed or any of the characters. I will not be making any money from this simple story.

Prologue

The light rain that had been plaguing the city for the last two hours had finally abated leaving a glossy sheen everywhere. Little traffic was on the streets when a SUV came tearing around a corner before crossing over into the wrong lane. The driver yanked hard on the steering wheel, managing to drag the vehicle into the right lane. A few seconds later another vehicle appeared following the SUV. The driver of the car seemed to have more control in driving as the SUV crossed into the wrong lane again.

Charlie Garretson chanced a quick glance in the rear vision mirror before turning all his focus onto keeping the vehicle on the road. He swore under his breath before turning down another street. So far luck had been with him and he had avoided any serious accidents but now his luck had run out. The street he turned onto was busy, not only with other vehicles but also with pedestrians. He slammed his foot down on the breaks and swore loudly this time. The other vehicle was still behind him and he knew that they wouldn't stop. He didn't know where he could go and he didn't know who could help him.

Charlie began to dodge the pedestrians, ignoring the outraged people as they yelled their abuse at him. He shook his head in frustration but continued through the people. He looked back and saw the car was having an easier time getting through the crowd. The rest of the people had moved well out of the way giving his pursuer a clear path leading directly toward him. Charlie muttered a few words under his breath and reached a hand up to his neck. Fumbling slightly, he drew a chain out from around his neck and gripped the pendant that hung from it. Once again he murmured a few words and glanced behind him.

A small explosion made him smile in relief as he saw the left, rear wheel give way. He kept one hand on the pendant as he quickly turned down another series of streets. The road ahead of him was clear and he put his foot down, jetting forward in a sudden burst of speed. A wave of relief washed over him as he checked the rear vision mirror one last time. No one was following him anymore.

Charlie sighed deeply and turned his focus back on the road in front of him. He barely had time to yell as someone stepped out in front of him. He jerked the wheel to the left, barely missing the person. He saw that it was a young girl who had been talking on her cell phone and a string of curses exploded out of his mouth. He served back into his lane but overcompensated. The SUV lost traction on the slick surface and Charlie desperately tried to get control of the vehicle but he knew that he had no time. He looked up and saw two people watching with confused looks on their faces. Something about them called to him and he ripped off the pendant that he had been wearing. As Charlie felt the wheels lock he wound down the window and prepared to throw the pendant in their direction when the sound of squealing brakes alerted him to the return of his nemesis.

He threw the pendant out the window and directed it with his mind into the hands of the girl who had started forward. She looked at him in surprise but he barely had time to register it as the SUV slammed into a street light. He felt his body pull tight on the seatbelt and a loud crack sounded in his head. A low whine began in his ears as a wave of nausea flooded over him. His whole body felt as if it was on fire and there was a throbbing pain in his right arm.

He tried to focus on getting out of the seatbelt but his arms weren't obeying him. A loud rapping on the window caused him to look up into the eyes of the girl who had caught the pendant. Her dark hair set off her pale features, which were currently creased in panic. He could vaguely hear that she was yelling something that sounded like 'Leo' or something along those lines.

Suddenly the door was pulled open and he felt someone grip him under the arms. He cried out in pain as he was dragged out of the car but was very grateful at the same time. The whining in his ears was getting louder but he tried to push it away, he didn't want to endanger these good Samaritans.

"Oh my god. Leo! Leo we need you."

Charlie wondered who she was calling when another face came into view. It was a boy who was looking concerned and slightly queasy.

"I can't heal him," the boy said.

"I know, Chris, that's why I'm calling Leo," the girl replied, a hint of sarcasm covering the panic.

"We have to orb him to the manor," the boy said suddenly.

"Demons," Charlie tried to murmur. His throat was too dry so he swallowed. "Demons," he tried again.

The boy, Chris, leaned over him again, eyes wide this time.

"Did he just say what I think he said?" The girl said.

"Yeah."

"Okay let's go."

Charlie felt two sets of hands on him and he knew that his luck was changing once again. He tilted his head slightly so he had a view of the street behind him, albeit an upside down view. He saw the car that had been following him and he saw who sat behind the wheel. He shuddered as he felt the wave of hate hit him before passing out.