Disclaimer: I don't own charmed or any of the characters that were or are on the show. Only the story line and the characters that have not been featured on TV are mine.

This kinda counts as the first prequel to my other story 'Don't look back in anger' but it's set a long way before

Please R&R both. As before all reviews, criticism and ideas will be gratefully received and any ideas used credited

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Purple

Chapter 2

Can't get a read.

Kara stomped back into her apartment to be met by her flatmate "Hey Britgirl, how'd your first day go? Any talent?"

Kara slumped on to the sofa and grumpily began to remove her shoes. " Hey Alice. Did you get the memo? I'm not Britgirl anymore I'm Invisible girl. There was some talent, but there was also a fluffy gorgeous blonde type that appeared to be wearing a swimming costume instead of work clothes. There was some talent but I might has well not have been there!"

"Even the accent didn't work!"

"The accent always works"

"Apparently looking like a Barbie doll works better...MEN!"

Her roommate nodded sympathetically "I know babes, anyway I have to go to bed. Some of us have to work in the daytime."

"I know, thanks for staying up to see how it went"

Her roommate smiled sleepily "You still have to tell me tomorrow" she said and headed for her room.

"As soon as you get in from work I promise" she called after Alice's retreating back. Then she stood up and headed for her room.

When she got to her room she lit a vanilla scented candle to dispel the clinging smell of a late night working in the nightclub.

She changed and shook her hair out of the messy style she had pinned it into, as she'd got hot during the night. She ran her hands through her hair and looked into the mirror.

The flickering light from the candle flame threw crazy shadows across her face and made the light dance in her green eyes. She cast her mind back to her new job, in particular to the other new waitress.

"So, I can't get a read on you huh?" She talked to her reflection, musing the blonde girl. "That means you're either a demon or you're such a bimbo there's nothing for me to get a read on, which somehow I doubt." She smiled ruefully at her image in the mirror " or I'm still so new at this, that I'm incapable of getting a read, or my dad was a crackpot and I'm not a telepath at all"

She sighed and head to bed, blowing out the candle on her way past.

At the same time, in a warehouse, across town the blonde waitress, Marie, stood on a podium addressing a group of her peers. "I have the younger one hanging off my every...word"

She smirked, the cruelty of the expression twisting every suggestion of beauty and humanity from her face. "The only thing really in my way, is a little, wallflower, of a telepath."

One of the others piped up "So we kill her?"

"No point in drawing attention to ourselves just yet and I'd like to have a little fun with her first!"

Hyenalike laughter rose from the crowd below her and the smile that split her face that made her every inch a demon.