Six Months Ago.....

Angel was a beautiful seventeen year old girl. She was just shy of six feet tall with waist length dirty blonde hair. She had blues eyes and a pale complexion.

She had been woke up from a pretty awkward dream and couldn't remember much, just a lot of screaming and crying. This had happened before, she could remember if she just took some time to clear her. So, even though, it was twelve forty five in the morning, she pulled on a pair of jean and a black hoodie, put her hair in a low ponytail, and left her flat for a walk. As she was walking, she past this creepy looking house.

She had always been curious about places like that. She always thought maybe people like her lived in them and just didn't want anyone to find them. She never had the courage to go inside, just in case they didn't want company. Tonight was different though..

She was walking by just as seven people were heading to the door. This peaked her curiousity so she followed. Having lived in an orphanage all her life and learning how to eavesdrop, had made her an expert at following people without being detected. She followed them inside.

When the last one to enter shut the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was pitch black, she couldn't see any of them and they couldn't see her. Then light appeared from the end of these stick things that two of them were caring. She stayed behind them in the shadows away from the lights. She had to listen carefully to the sounds of their footsteps to keep following them.

After awhile, she heard them stop and someone knocked on a door.

"Enter." a strange voice said.

The door opened and she had to step around the corner as light flooded the corridor. She watched as the group entered the room and the door closed. She didn't have the guts to follow them in because she didn't how many were in there nor what they would do if they caught her. Instead, she leaned against the wall and tried to listen to what was going on. The walls were thick, though, and all she could hear was the muffled voices.

She wanted to know what was going on, so she wanted to see if anyone would come out. She waited a half hour and no one came out. She was about to get up and leave when the smell of smoke drifted out of the door. She waited for people to come running out but still no one. Then smoke started seeping out the bottom of the door.

"Maybe they can't get out."

Angel thought and knew she had to do something.

She ran to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't do anything. She knew the only thing she could do, she focused all her thoughts on the door, flung her hands out in front of her and the door was blown off its hinges.

By the time she got in the whole room was in flames. She searched for people and found only three bodies laying on the floor, not moving. She immediately ran to them and checked their pulses. They were all alive but badly beaten. How was she supposed to get them out? There was no way she could keep the flames stopped to get all of them. The first thing she thought to do was wake one of them and pray he was strong enough to carry one of them.

She knew the one in the middle would be useless because he was bleeding heavily from the stomach. So she looked at the two red heads on either side of him. The one to his right was bigger than the one to his left but appeared to be in worse shape. She flung her hands out in front of her and the flames immediately stopped growing.

"There that'll by me some time."

she thought as she bent over the red head to the left of the bleeding man. "Wake up, please." she pleaded shaking the man. She had to stop the flames to more times before the boy started coming to.

Finally, he opened his eyes.

"What happened? Where am I? Who are you?" he asked looking around slgihtly.

"We don't have time for that." Angel said. "This place is on fire and your friends, I assume," she indicated the other two. "Are in capable of getting out? Can you help?"

"I think so." he sat up and looked around. "Why are the flames not moving?"

"I stopped them. It won't stay that way for long." Angel said. "Come on. I'll grab him." she pointed to the man bleeding. "And you take him."

The man got up with a few cringes and lifted the other red head, putting the unconcious man's arm over his shoulder. Angel did the same with the bleeding man and they headed to the door. The flames started back up and she froze them again.

"Hurry!" she called. "It doesn't last."

"I can't." he breathed and half collasped under the weight of the other man.

Angel dragged her man back to the red head in pain and placed hi arm around her shoulder.

"I'll help you." she pulled him up and together they made it out of the room.

The flames started back up but she didn't have anymore free hands to stop them. She prayed the would make it. The flames spread quickly down the corridor and Angel was inhaling a lot of smoke. She was so focused on what she was doing, though, that she did not feel the burns as the flames licked her skin. In fact, she was more worried about not being strong enough with almost all of the weight of all three of them.

"Almost there." she told the man next to her as the door came into view.

The flames were everywhere by now. She knew it would be a miracle if they made it but somehow they did. She breathed in the fresh air but it wasn't enough. Just as they got a safe distance from the house, she passed out from all the smoke she had inhaled.

A/N: I hope you guys have figured out what just happened? If not you will eventually. I was trying to imply it without saying it. I'm not sure how well it worked. I hope I didn't confuse you. Anyway, you've probably caught on to my obessession with Charmed. Don't worry, I'm not gonna try to cross it over. I don't think I would do it justice. I think if I just leave it with the powers it'll be okay.