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Summary: Three sisters become witches with powers, meet people who fight evil daily and are meant to deal with it? I don't think so!

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Chapter 1: Sisterly love.

Everybody Needs An Angel



DISCLAIMER: A part novelisation of “Something Wicca This Way Comes” by Brad Kern and Aaron Spelling. All characters are the property of the creators and writers of Charmed and Angel. Most of the dialogue is my own but some is also credited to the writers of Charmed.



Summary: Prue, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell are three sisters who, after being brought together by the death of their grandmother, Grams discover that they are heirs to an unimaginable family gift. They are witches set to fight demons and warlocks and save innocents in need of their help. Each possesses a specific and original power that they must use purely to fight this cause. To help them with their new life, a man named Angel and his group of demon-fighting friends watches over them. Though, as can be expected; a lot of things happen that none of them expected. With a new life, new friends and a destiny they don’t understand, can the Halliwell sisters get used to this craziness?



The first part of this series is called:

Something Wicca Comes This Way



Chapter One: Sisterly love.



“Angel, since when are you a guardian angel?” Wesley Windum-Price said. He was sitting in his office in the abandoned Hyperion hotel he and his friends called home wearing his obligatory denim jeans, plain coloured tee and open-buttoned, checked shirt. The hotel had a lot of floors and even more rooms but the team seemed content within its old, yet secure walls. Plus, it seemed to handle the constant demon attacks that inevitably came with having someone like Angel around.

“Since, for some reason, I got this piece of paper with the Halliwell name on it. There has to be a reason for that. Look, it’s not, like, a new thing that I’ll have to do. It’s just for this particular family.” Said Angel as he walked to the window staring into the rainy night. The irony was that he himself always dressed like the night in his long, black leather coat, black pants and black t-shirt which matched well with his dark hair and intense, handsome face.

Two days before, Wesley had been sitting in his office when he came across a letter. It had no name on it and no return address. It didn’t even have a stamp but it had somehow made it in with the other mail. Wesley had opened it and it contained only one sheet of paper with one sentence: Protect the descendants. Along with the paper was a cut out article from a newspaper. It was an obituary. It read: Penelope Halliwell. Loving grandmother to Prudence, Piper and Phoebe. Much loved and will be missed.

“But we don’t know who they are or why they need our help, right?” Winifred Burkel breezed into the room in a knee-length, flowing, floral skirt and light yellow blouse. Her long, wavy, dark-brown hair held back in a loose clasp with a few strands framing her thin face.

“No, not really. Just what we got from the files.” Wesley said to her. Wesley and Fred had searched the internet for almost eight hours. They even called a contact they used to have with the police to do a search. All they came up with was the same thing. Prudence, Piper and Phoebe Halliwell were three sisters in their twenties. Their grandmother had died from a heart attack and the Victorian Manor family home was willed to all three sisters. Currently, Piper and Prue were the only ones who lived there and the last record of Phoebe was in New York. They knew that Prue worked at a museum and that Piper was a chef in the making. The gang had no idea why they were meant to be watching these sisters. But they did have the address and phone number of the Manor.

“Sounds a bit suss to me.” Charles Gunn, who was known by his last name, walked into the room and sat himself in a chair. His dark skin contrasting beautifully with the green furniture with his chosen hairstyle of being bald summing up his basic demeanor. “We get a letter with nothing on the envelope, a piece of paper inside with one sentence on it along with a news article, asking us, one of us being a vamp with a soul, to protect them for no reason. What if it’s a trap?”

Angel had once been an evil vampire named Angelus. He was sired (made a vampire) by another vampire named Darla. The two had been feared for years as they killed and sired many, many more innocent people. Eventually, after getting a soul by some gypsies who thought that having him feel the pain he’d caused was the best punishment for killing their kind, he had become a good person. Well, good vampire. He wasn’t technically human. Now he was spending his days trying to redeem himself by saving innocent people from demons and warlocks as well as other vampires. Even though he is no longer evil, he still has the basics of every vampire. The speed and immense strength are heightened due to his soul as are his senses, but he is unable to step into sunlight without turning to dust which is also the result should he be staked in the heart, faced with a cross or covered in holy water. He can’t enter homes unless invited or if the inhabitants die. He also is able to change his face into vampire mode whenever he wishes. This does not change the fact that he’s good, but it does present a problem when trying to convince other people of that.

“No, there is nothing to suggest these girls are evil. Gunn and I were watching them all day yesterday and they did nothing suspicious at all. They were just like every other family. Anyway, the letter said to protect them, not harm them.” Wesley informed the group.

“So, what? We just have to wait around until something happens with them?” Fred asked, settling into the sofa in the corner, gently placing one leg on top of the other.

“There’s nothing else we can do.” Said Angel, staring back out the window. He and his team had been in San Francisco for two years and the view still stunned him. It was a beautiful setting with the bridge lighting up the whole bay and the city buildings casting a luminous glow over the hills. But within this beauty lay a world of horror that the people driving home in their cars and eating dinner with their families would never know. A world of evil and demons set to kill innocent people. A world that Angel and his crew were set to fight, and help this family they didn’t know fight it too.

In a room in her apartment, Valerie Taylor set down some food for her cat. A cat that was wearing a collar with but one symbol, three ovals interlocked with a circle. It wasn’t actually hers, it was a stray that had taken refuge in her laundry. Since the weather was so horrible, she didn’t expect the cat to be going anywhere. Valerie headed into her living room and knelt down at a small, circular table. In front of her were some candles, potpourri, a brass glass holding a liquid and a ceremonial knife used in rituals. Valerie Taylor was a witch, and one who was about to cast a protection spell on her home. In the past nights in San Francisco, a psycho had been murdering woman; but Valerie knew that they were also witches. She wasn’t taking any chances in protecting herself. Valerie held her hand to each of the candles and they lit with a small flame. Outside her apartment, Valerie was unaware of the man in the black trench coat entering her home. She took a breath and chanted her spell.

“Auger de gomay. Auger de gomay. Ancient one of the earth so deep. Master of moon and sun. I shield you in my Wiccan way. Here in my circle round. Asking you protect this space. And offer your sunforce down.”

She became aware of a shadow behind her and quickly turned with a shock. She then calmed and stood up.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, exasperated.

The man held out a knife to her and drove it into her chest. Valerie screamed, but her screams were muffled by thunder.

Piper Halliwell quickly stepped through the rain, her hands full of grocery bags and an umbrella. Her open toed sandals not really protecting her feet from the puddles. Her mid-length skirt was whipping in the brisk wind, her favourite pink and blue shirt protected by her brown jacket with her shoulder-length dark brown hair dampening as she walked along. She was on her way home and hadn’t anticipated a monsoon on her way. She rushed up the front steps of her house. Even with the rain pouring, the old, Victorian manor looked spectacular. It had been in the family for generations. She opened the front door, put the bags down, removed her coat and shook off her umbrella.

“Prue?” she called out to her older sister.

“In here. I’m working on the chandelier.” Prue called from the living room. Prue got of the stepladder she was on and straightened her light blue dress she had worn to work.

“Sorry I’m late.” Piper apologized as she entered the room, feeling how damp her hair was.

“What else is new?” said Prue brushing her short, dark brown bob behind her ears. “You know, Piper, I would’ve been here to meet the electrician myself but you know I can’t leave the museum until six. I haven’t even had time to change.”

“I just, I didn’t realize how long I was in Chinatown.” Resolved Piper. “Did Jeremy call?”

“No.” said Prue. “But he had some roses and a package delivered.”

Piper went over to the table in the hall. She felt so lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend. Jeremy Burns and Piper had been dating for months and she liked him a lot. He’s a reporter for San Francisco Chronicle. Prue followed Piper.

“What were you doing in Chinatown? I thought you had an interview in North Beach?” She asked

“I did, but I went to Young Lee Market after my interview to get the ingredients for my audition tomorrow.” Said Piper, smelling the large bouquet of red roses on the table. Piper loved food and was currently looking for a job in a restaurant so she could be a chef.

“So that Wolfgang Puck knockoff didn’t hire you today?” Prue asked, leaning a slender hand on the table.

“No.” said Piper, opening the package from Jeremy. It was a bottle of wine. “But this may just get me the job.”

“Jeremy sent you port?” Prue asked quizzically, taking the bottle from her sister.

“It’s the ultimate ingredient for my recipe.” Said Piper, folding her arms.

“Nice boyfriend.” Said Prue, placing the bottle on the table.

“Oh, my God. I don’t believe it.” Said Piper, walking over to the other side of the table as she noticed a varnished piece of timber with the alphabet and the numbers one to ten in roman numerals carved into it then filled with black ink. Plus, the darker wood pointer and a symbol of three ovals interlocked with a circle in the centre of the board.. “Tell me that’s not our old spirit board?”

“Yeh, I found it in the basement when I was looking for the circuit tester.” Said Prue, walking over and standing behind her sister.

Piper turned over the Spirit Board and read aloud the inscription on the back.

“To my three beautiful girls. May this give you the light to find the shadows. The power of three will set you free. Love Mum. We never did figure out what this inscription meant.”

Prue glanced at it then turned and headed back to the other room.

“We should send it to Phoebe, that girl is so in the dark a little light might help.” Prue said as she walked.

At the mention of their baby sister, Piper immediately jumped to her defense.

“You’re always so hard on her.” Said Piper.

Prue turned and looked at her sister. “Piper, the girl has no vision, no sense of the future.”

“I really think she’s coming around.” Said Piper in a calm tone.

“Well, as long as she doesn’t come around here I guess that’s good news!” said Prue perkily. She grinned at her sister and headed back to the chandelier. Piper sighed heavily, picked up the grocery bags and headed to the kitchen. As both sisters were out of the room, the pointer on the spirit board moved and crossed the symbol in its centre.

About an hour later, Piper was looking nervously out of the window into the rain. She saw what she was dreading to tell Prue but knew she had to. Piper pulled the white, lace curtain back and rushed to her big sister who was in the laundry, fiddling with the fuse box.

“I don’t get it?” said Prue, becoming annoyed. “I have checked everything. There is no reason why the chandelier should not be working.” She shut the box as Piper came in, trying to stand unsuspicious in the doorway.

“Ah, you know how we’ve been talking about what to do with that spare room?” Piper offered to her sister. “I think you’re right, we do need a roommate.”

Prue brushed past her sister and headed back into the kitchen.

“Well, we could rent out the room at a reduced rate in exchange for help around the house?” said Prue.

“Phoebe’s good with a wrench.” Said Piper, anxiously wringing her hands.

“Phoebe lives in New York.” Said Prue, getting down her favourite mug for coffee.

Piper took a breath and shut her eyes.. “Not anymore.”

Prue slammed the cupboard door shut. “What?”

“She left New York.” Said Piper, bracing herself. “She’s moving back in with us.”

Prue left her cup and speed walked passed her sister. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Piper called after her sister before following her into the hallway. “Well I could hardly say no.” Piper caught up with Prue. “It’s her house too, it was willed to all of us.”

“Yeh, months ago and we haven’t seen or spoken to her since.” Snapped Prue, stopping at the bottom of the stairs and turning to her sister.

“Well, you haven’t spoken to her.” Said Piper with clenched fists.

“No, I haven’t.” said Prue, getting angrier by the minute. “Maybe you’ve forgotten why I’m so mad at her?”

“No, of course not but she had nowhere else to go. She lost her job. She’s in debt.”

“And this is news? How long have you known about this, anyway?” Prue questioned her sister.

“A couple of days! Maybe a week…or two.” Said Piper sheepishly.

“Thanks for sharing. When does she arrive?” asked Prue.

The door to the Manor opened and a short, slim, dark-haired young woman came through.

“Surprise!” she called, holding up a key. “I found the hide-a-key.”

“Phoebe!” called Piper, going over to her. “Welcome home!”

“Hey Piper.” Said Phoebe, giving her sister a hug.

“It’s so good to see you.” Said Piper, turning to her older sister. “Isn’t it Prue?”

“I’m speechless.” Said Prue flatly as a car horn honked outside.

“Oops, I forgot about the cab.” Said Phoebe.

Piper put her hands on Phoebe’s shoulders. “I’ll get it.” She said, turning and picking up a black, leather handbag off of the desk in the corner.

“Piper, that’s my purse” called Prue.

Piper waved a hand at her sister, grabbed an umbrella and headed out the door.

“Thanks.” Said Phoebe to Prue. “I’ll pay you back.”

Prue nodded slowly and looked at her sister. She was wearing a tight pair of black jeans, an almost see-through lacey black top and a denim jacket soaked in rainwater. Her short hair curled at the sides because of the wet weather and her fringe was held back with two pins. Prue eyes her sister’s duffle bag that she tossed on the floor.

“Is that all that you brought?” Prue asked, raising her eyebrows.

Phoebe looked at her bag then back at her sister. “That’s all that I own. That and a bike.” There was a small silence before Phoebe began the conversation she had been rehearsing in the cab. “Look, I know that you don’t want me here-”

“We’re not selling Grams’ house.” Interrupted Prue, stepping closer to her sister.

“Is that why you think I came back?” Phoebe asked.

“The only reason that Piper and I gave up our apartment and moved back here is because this house has been in our family for generations.

“No history lesson needed.” Argued Phoebe. “I grew up here too. So can we talk about what’s really bothering you?”

“No, I’m still furious with you.”

“So you’d rather have a tense reunion filled with boring chit-chat and unimportant small talk.” Said Phoebe knowingly.

“No, but otherwise we wont have anything to talk about.” Said Prue icily.

“I never touched Roger.” Said Phoebe pointedly.

“Wow.” Said Prue defensively.

“I know you think otherwise because that’s what that Armani wearing, chardonnay slugging trust funder told you but-” Phoebe was interrupted by Piper coming back through the door.

Sensing the anger and hostility in the air, Piper walked over and put her hands on her hips trying to happy up the mood. “Hey! I have a great idea! Why don’t I make a fabulous reunion dinner?”

“I’m not hungry.” Said Prue walking to the living room.

“I ate on the bus.” Said Phoebe, picking up her bag and heading upstairs.

“Okay. We’ll try the group hug later.” said Piper.
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