AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hi guys 3 I'm so excited that the story has a cute little following already, I'm really enjoying writing this story and I hope you guys are too, and I'd really love some more feedback from you guys! On that note, I have gotten some reviews that I would like to address.

Review from a Guest: "I wondering what your going to do. If Raven is like Prue, Clarke is like Piper and Octavia is like Phoebe then that means Raven will die at the end of the third season? If so who will replace her and be like Paige?"

I'd like to take the second to say right now that this story will not follow the plot line from Charmed 100%. Things will be different, and things will change. So far, the story has been heavily influenced by the first episode of the series, but in this next chapter/episode, a lot of things are going to change. So yes even though Raven is the Prue's respective character, Clarke is Pipers, and Octavia's is Phoebe - this does not mean that Raven will die and be replaced, this does not mean that Clarke will fall in love with her whitelighter or that Octavia will fall in love with a demon. Things will be severely different! And with that, let's get onto the next chapter 3


"Seven." Octavia whispered, taking in the sight before her.

"Seven?!" Raven questioned, whisper yelling. "Are you insane... its at least a 8 and a 1/2."

The two sisters stood in the doorway of their living way, rating the new handyman's butt as he was bent over - checking the fireplace. Clarke walked up behind her sisters, "What are you guys whispering about?" she mocked their way of speaking quietly yet a bit too loudly. Octavia pointed towards the man's butt. Clarke looked it over twice before nodding her head and coming to her final decision, "Seven."

Octavia grinned, "Told ya so."

Raven couldn't help but stifle a laugh, "You guys have no taste in butts." the three voices all giggled in unison alerting the handyman to their presence. As the man turned around, the sisters quickly looked anywhere at him. Raven looked at the ceiling, Octavia to the floor, and Clarke pretended to check her phone.

The man cleared his throat, hiding his own smile for he had felt the girl's eyes on him for a while and had even heard bits and pieces of the conversation - the sisters weren't the best whisperers. "The fireplace looks alright to me." he reported, wiping his dirty hands on a rag shoved into his tool belt.

"Thanks for checking it ..." Raven had no idea what to call him, she had completely forgot his name, she was too preoccupied staring at his butt. "... What's your name again?" she asked innocently.

"Bellamy." he stated "Bellamy Blake."

"Bellamy." Raven repeated, allowing the uniqueness of the name to penetrate her tongue and mind. "We just moved in here and the place is a bit of a fixer upper. And unfortunately, none of us knows anything about houses. We're just glad your card was hanging on the fridge."

Bellamy listened to her words carefully, taking in every detail about her he could while she spoke. "You're Raven, right?" he asked "I used to work for your grandmother, she was a lovely woman. Talked about you three a lot."

Raven smiled at the attractive man who actually remembered what their grandmother told him - she was a bit odd at times, spoke a lot of nonsense, and frankly no one paid attention to anything she said. "Yeah, these are my sisters, Octavia and Clarke."

The handyman approached and shook all three of their hands, "Pleasure to meet ya'll, officially." there was a hint of a southern accent in his voice. Raven almost swooned when their hands touched. "Do you guys mind if I use the restroom?" he asked, Raven shook her head and gestured for him to go up the stairs.

"2nd door on the left." She instructed, although she was kind of thinking about taking him up there herself, just so the two of them could be alone.

Bellamy thanked the eldest sister, although he didn't need directions. He had been in this house quite often when the sister's grandmother alive, and had the house memorized like the back of his hand. Of course, there were a lot more secrets that he and their grandmother shared. But, it just wasn't time for the sisters to know of that information quiet yet.

The handyman walked stealthily throughout the second floor, peeking into rooms and taking note of what was different around the house. He would need this information for later down the road, his bosses would surely want to know. Bellamy walked straight past the bathroom and headed up the attic stairs, being careful so to not let his working boots make any noise on the wood below his feet. He held onto his tool belt so the sounds of metal jangling would not penetrate the sister's ears down below.

When he reached the top of the stairs, his fingers hovered above the doorknob lightly. "Please be open." he prayed under his breathe. Fortunately for him, it was. He pushed open the door lightly and quickly made his way over to the book placed on it's altar in the middle. This path was all too familiar too him. He took in a deep breathe, his fingers floating above the cover of the book. Bellamy was just about to open up the familiar book when he heard footsteps approaching up the stairs. As his heart fell in his chest, he worked quickly - throwing the book onto a nearby couch and rushing over to the windows that looked out onto the street below. He pretended to be inspecting them as Clarke walked into the room. She was stunned that the man was in here. Where all secrets of the sisters being witches were lying about, ready to be exposed. The middle sister got her hands ready, in case she was going to have to freeze him. It had only been a week since the death of Wells, and Clarke was still on edge.

"Clarke, hey." Bellamy said, pretending to be too involved in inspecting the window to not have noticed her.

"What are you doing in here?!" She demanded, her eyes darting across the room, looking for the book of shadows. When they fell upon the book tossed about on the couch. She discreetly made her way over, in order to shield it from Bellamy's view with her body.

"Oh, I was just inspecting these windows." He said confidently. "They were looking a little faulty." Bellamy smiled at the sister, hoping his act was playing up to her standards.

Clarke didn't say anything - leaving an awkward silence between them. Her muscles were tensed and she was ready to attack if she needed too. "I think the windows are fine. You should go now."

Bellamy nodded, requesting her wishes he walked out of the room. Leaving a slight chuckle behind.

Clarke turned her body towards the book, inspecting it for damage. "How the hell did you get on the couch?" she asked herself, moving the book back to its rightful place on the altar. She was suspicious of that Bellamy guy, and one way or another - she was going to find out what he was hiding.