For the first time in almost three hundred years, the red moon was full and hovered above the city of San Francisco unbothered. The talk around the city was about the moon and nothing less than extraordinary took the topic away from the inquisitive tongues.
Piper Halliwell sat on the stoop of the Victorian Halliwell Manor, staring into the sky at the red moon, trying to decipher the meaning behind it. No one knew the reason why the moon depicted the color of blood today of all days but the astronomers let it be known that the moon would be red until the sun rose the next day, and the red moon was to be gone for another century or two.
Prue's black BMW pulls up behind Piper's Grand Jeep Cherokee and steps out, carrying a bag full of items. She walks across the pathway and stops at the stoop, looking at Piper and then at the Red Moon.
"How long have you been sitting here staring at that thing?" Prue asks.
"Not long enough. It fascinates me." Piper answers.
"The moon fascinates you? That's something I never thought I'd hear you say."
"Not just the moon. The glowing red that casts the sky in a crimson color? It has never happened before and I want to gaze at it for as long as I can."
"Whatever..." Prue says as she marches up the stoop, "Did you cook?"
"No."
"I'm sorry. Did you just say no?" Prue asks.
"Yeah, I just didn't feel like it."
"Piper, what are we supposed to eat?"
"I don't know. You're 27 years old. I'm pretty sure you can make something for yourself now."
"Ugh. You're such a bitch." Prue mutters as she walks into the house and slams the door shut.
"Love you too!" Piper shouts, loud enough for Prue to hear her.
Piper takes a deep breath and looks at her watch. She stands and walks back into her house, closing the door behind her.
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A high level high rise is seen and within the four walls of the 13th floor, a blonde woman walks in from her kitchen and places a bowl full of cat food down on her tiles for her to savor. Lurking within the shadows, a man wearing a gray hooded sweater watches the woman as she moves from one room to the next.
She makes her way to an altar, littered with dark symbols and a pentagram lined out. She takes an athame and makes a long cut across her palm as the warm red blood oozed along the tip of the blade. She dips her fingers in her blood and fills in the inverted pentagram. With a touch of a finger, she begins to light up the candles one by one until all of them flicker with the clap of the thunderous noise outside. She kneels on the ground and closes her eyes as she begins to chant in a low tone:
"Evil spirits come to me, I summon thee now, hear my plea..."
The woman pauses and then gasps when she turns around to see the hooded man standing behind her.
"Oh my God. You scared me!" she says as she breathes a sigh of relief.
The man conjures an athame and plunges it into the woman's chest and covering her mouth, making her screams muffled.
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Piper walks into the dining room to find Prue wearing her glasses and on the laptop typing rapidly. Piper sighs heavily and walks to her sister.
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Charmed-The Evil Series
FantasyIn a world where good is bad & bad is good, the Charmed Ones discover their destiny as the most powerful evil witches the world has ever known and must fight good demons whose purpose is to bring them down. As they figure out what this means, will t...
