Ever since the episode 6x22 & 6x23: It's A Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad World (Part 1 & 2), I have always wanted to develop the background of the Charmed Ones as their evil counterparts. So this is my vision of what their lives would have been before and after the Charmed Ones met the Evil ones for the first time.

First and foremost, a disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the characters I am going to write about. I'm merely touching upon the characters we know and love and expanding the world of Charmed a little bit.

Secondly, this series is going to be influenced by seasons of Charmed past so some things may come across as familiar but don't let that get you too comfortable.

The series will pick up in 2017 instead of late 1998 like the original Charmed story did. The sisters will be the same age as they were when the series began so the sisters will be in their 20s in 2017, if that makes sense. I can't envision anyone else playing the Charmed Ones than the actors and actresses themselves so thank God for the power of our imagination.

So basically, Prue's birthday would be October 28, 1989; Piper's birthday would be January 18, 1992; Phoebe's would be November 2, 1994 and Paige's would be August 2, 1996 making them 27, 25, 23 and 21 respectively. Patty died in February of 1997 and Grams died December 2016.

Also due to my writing on my other Charmed fiction, Charmed: Season 10, I'll be only writing 10 episodes per season. The reactions to the chapters will determine how many seasons I write because this is just a side project and the Season 10 is the main storyline that has my full attention.

As always, your positive and critical reviews are welcomed. They help me become a better writer and motivate me to bring you guys more stories. Hope you guys enjoy the first Chapter.


1x01: Something Wicked This Way Comes

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?"


"I'm sorry. Did you just say no?" Prue asks as she stops and turns around.

"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.


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 black cat 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.


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.

"Maybe I should cook for you seeing as how you're busy with work right now." Piper offers.

"No thanks." Prue says, barely taking her eyes off the monitor, "I already ordered a pizza."

"Oh okay." Piper says as she looks at her watch once more. Prue catches Piper checking her watch with her peripheral vision but says nothing. Piper's eyes fall onto the bag on the table, filled with a lot of different items and she reaches into the bag.

"Wow, you brought a lot of things home today from the Auction house." Piper says, as she picks up a statue and examines it.

"Yeah, this is the stuff priced to sell the most and I was able to sneak some of it out of the auction house." Prue answers.

"I see that. Are you selling these for your job or for yourself?" Piper asks with a smile.

"I'm selling this for us." Prue answers.

"Won't anyone notice that some of these things were missing?" Piper asks.

"Not if I didn't log it in the catalogue. Come on, Piper. This isn't my first time sneaking things out of the auction house." Prue says with smile.

"I know. I know, just making sure." Piper says as her eyes land on the spirit board buried underneath all the clutter Prue brought home.

"Is that our old spirit board?" Piper asks as she pulls the spirit board out, "Where did you find this?"

"Digging through the basement." Prue answers as she continues to type.

"Wow..." Piper whispers as she runs her fingers over the letters and turns the spirit board over, " 'To my three beautiful girls. May this give you the darkness to fight the light. The power of three will set you free. Love Mom.'" Piper reads and then looks up at Prue, "We never did figure out what this inscription meant."

"Well, send that to Phoebe. She's so optimistic, it's disgusting. Maybe a little darkness might help." Prue says.

"Be careful what you wish for." Piper mumbles.

"What was that?" Prue asks loudly.

"Nothing…" Piper shouts back, "Wait a minute, why was the spirit board with the rest of your auction stuff you brought home from work?"

"Piper, I…" Prue stutters as she takes off her glasses and stares at Piper.

"You took it to the auction house to sell it?!" Piper says, uncovering the truth.

"I did." Prue answers quickly.


"Thought we could make a few bucks off it."

"How could you? This is one of the only few things Mom left for us and you were going to sell it?" Piper says in disbelief.

"Well, nobody wanted it so it looks like we're good." Prue says, unaffected.

"I don't even know why I'm surprised." Piper says, shaking her head, "No wonder Phoebe acts the way she does towards you."

"Well, Phoebe's in New York so…"

"Not anymore." Piper blurts out.

"What do you mean?" Prue asks in a serious tone.

"She's no longer in New York. She's on her way here." Piper answers.

"How long have you known about this?" Prue asks.

"A week or two? I don't know." Piper answers as she folds her arms.

"This is the reason why you keep checking your watch?" Prue asks as Piper nods her response, "When does she arrive?"

As if on cue, Phoebe walks through the front door carrying a backpack and a duffel bag, slamming the door shut. The sky begins to rumble as dark clouds form and strong winds begin to blow.

"Surprise!" she says with a smile, holding a key in her hand, "I found the hide-a-key."

"Well the door wasn't locked in the first place but okay…" Prue says, rolling her eyes.

"Phoebe!" Piper says as she walks up to her sister and gives her a hug, "Welcome home."

"It feels good to be home. Not much has changed." Phoebe says, looking around.

The cab outside honks the horn repeatedly, causing Piper groan angrily.

"Is that the cab?" Piper asks, "I'll go take care of him."

"No, just leave him be. He's waiting for me to pay him. He'll eventually get tired of waiting." Phoebe says, "Besides, it looks like we're about to get hit with a thunderstorm."

"So is that all you brought?" Prue asks looking at Phoebe's belongings.

"That's all I own. That and a bike."

"Right." Prue says as she flashes a cold smile, "Just know that we're not selling the house."

"Is that why you think I came back?"

"I wouldn't put past you." Prue says, "We moved back here because this family has owned this house for generations and…"

"I know, Prue. No history lesson needed, Prue. I grew up here too." Phoebe scoffs, "So can we skip all of that and get to the root of what's really bothering you?"

"No, because I'm still furious with you." Prue answers.

"So you'd rather have a tense reunion with unimportant small talk and boring chit chat?"

"Clearly. It would be the most interesting conversation I've had in a long while." Prue shoots back.

"Gee, thanks." Piper says sarcastically.

"I never touched Roger." Phoebe finally blurts out.

"Whoa…" Prue says, caught by surprise.

"Well, I never did but now I'm thinking I should have based on how you're treating me." Phoebe shouts at her sister, "Then you'd actually have a reason to hate me."


"That must be the pizza!" Piper says as she runs towards the door. She grabs the purse by the door and Prue's voice can be heard screaming, "That's mine!"

"Yeah, your pizza!" Piper screams back as she opens the door.

"Hi.." the pizza man says to which Piper rolls her eyes, "The total is $15, not including tip."

"Tip?" Piper laughs as she hands the money to the pizza man, "You wish."

Piper snatches the box from him and slams the door shut.

"Who's ready for some pizza?" Piper asks.

"I'm no longer hungry." Prue says as she walks away into the dining room table.

"I ate on the bus." Phoebe says as she walks towards the bannister and heads up the stairs.

"Great." Piper sighs, "We'll try the group hug later!"


Bright lights, chirping birds and green grass can be seen as a group of people wearing white cloaks march in unison towards a crystal ball perched on top of a tall jagged cliff. The cloaks surround the crystal ball and one of the men steps out of the ranks and stands closer. He hovers his hands over the crystal ball as the white smoke revolving within the crystal ball turns red.

"The final sign has been revealed." The man announces, "The red moon is high in the night's sky. The Charmed Ones are about to be unveiled tonight."

"Is there any way to prevent this from happening? We cannot have such a great concentration of power to be released into the world." Another one of the cloaks says.

"We have dispatched various entities out into the world to find out where they are. They are currently hidden and won't be revealed until they say the incantation and obtain their powers." the leader says.

"So there is nothing we can do?"

"It was prophesized so what was foreseen shall come to pass." The leader answers, "Hopefully, our men will be able to find them and end them before they realize their full potential."

"Hopefully…" the second man whispers.


Andrew Trudeau and Darryl Morris sit at their desks across from each other with their feet resting on top of their files. Darryl opens a can of beer and Andy lights up a cigar, takes a puff and sighs. The Captain walks into the station with a woman on each arm. They smile and giggle as he walks past Andy's desk without paying him any mind.

"You sound like you're having a grand ol' time." Andy laughs heartedly with the cigar in his mouth.

"I could say the same about you." The Captain replies.

"Your wife called for you, Captain." Darryl says as he takes a sip of his beer.

"What wife?" The captain asks loudly as the entire precinct erupts in laughter.

"Hold my calls for the rest of the day." The Captain says as he leads the girls into his office and pauses, "Oh, a homicide got called in a few minutes ago. One of you guys might want to look into that."

The Captain slams the door shut as the giggles grow louder behind the closed doors.

"Do you want to check it out?" Darryl asks.

"No…" Andy scoffs, "Do I look like I'm ready to work right now?"

"No but I've already answered the call and assigned us to it." Darryl says.

"I really hate you sometimes, you know that?" Andy mumbles.

Darryl's smile grows wide as he takes another swig of the beer in his hand, "Dead woman, and no leads. It would be fun!"

"Your idea of fun and my idea of fun are not the same." Andy says as he begrudgingly grabs his coat and Darryl follows suit.


The howling of the wind mixed with heavy rain sweeps the streets of San Francisco as numerous people run for cover. Phoebe lies in bed watching television with a smile as a thunderous boom shakes the house with a flash of lightning accompanying it shortly after.

"Knock knock?" Piper says as she opens the door and pokes her head in.

"Come in." Phoebe invites her sister.

Piper walks with a few slices of pizza and a tall glass of juice.

"Thank God. I'm starving!" Phoebe says with relief.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that you were." Piper says with a smile as Phoebe takes a bite, "What are you watching?"

"The news." Phoebe answers, "Some woman got murked downtown."

"Murked?" Piper laughs, "Phoebe, you've been in New York way too long."

"Yeah, it's looking like I should've stayed." Phoebe sighs, "I didn't come back just to have arguments and passive aggressive moments with Prue. I'm really over it."

"Yeah, I know but you guys had unresolved issues and instead of you staying to talk about them, you ran away to New York."

"Is that why you thought I left? Because I couldn't face my issues?" Phoebe asks.

"I don't know. You tell me."

Phoebe sighs and looks down.

"You know what? Forget it. Let's do something fun." Piper suggests, trying to change the subject.

"Fun like what?"

"Prue found the old spirit board we used to play with when we were younger." Piper says.

"We're too old to be playing with that…" Phoebe says as she takes a sip of her drink.

"Come on! It's better than sitting here and doing nothing." Piper says as she grabs Phoebe's hand and jumps off the bed.

"Piper, wait a minute…" Phoebe laughs as Piper drags her off the bed and runs out of the room with Phoebe trailing behind.


Across the city of San Francisco, Darryl and Andy walk around the apartment of the latest murder victim. The CSI and other police officers are present, taking pictures of the scene. Darryl and Andy stand over the woman's body, examining the tattoo drawn on the woman's shoulder. Darryl waves at the paramedics and they zip up the victim in a black bag, place her on a gurney and wheel her out of the apartment. Seemingly bored and uninterested, Andy yawns loudly and walks up to Darryl, who was talking to one of the officers.

"Ok, we came, we saw and we did what we were supposed to do. Can we go now?" Andy asks.

"I'm almost done…" Darryl says as he begins to jot on his notepad.

"Done doing what?" Andy asks, "Pretend to care?"

"I don't pretend to care. Unlike you, I like my job and like what I do and I'm good at it, unlike you. I just want to get to the bottom of this."

"Bottom of what?" Andy laughs, "Nobody cares about some young dead broad, Morris. She was stabbed, plain and simple."

"This is the fourth woman killed in the last week next to an altar." Darryl says.

"Maybe she was killed because she was a witch." Andy deduces, looking over his shoulder at the altar.

"A witch? Where did you get that from?"

"Occult markings, a ceremonial knife witches use to direct energy called an athame and candles that were lit forming a half circle around a pentagram. Yeah, that tattoo over her shoulder? That's called a triquetra."

Darryl stares at Andy, jaw dropped in awe.

"But don't mind me. You're definitely better at your job than I am." Andy says with a smile as he walks away, "If you need me, I'll be in the car."

A young man approaches Darryl with a notepad and a tape recorder, "Jeremy Burns, San Francisco Chronicle. You care to comment?"

"A woman was stabbed, plain and simple." Darryl says without emotion as he walks away.

Jeremy watches as Darryl walks away and sighs heavily.


Piper and Phoebe sit at a table in the conservatory with their hands on the pointer of the spirit board.

"So when did you meet Jeremy?" Phoebe asks.

"About six months ago when Grams was admitted to the hospital." Piper says, "He saw me punch one of the doctors for telling me there was nothing to do for Grams and he bought me a scone and coffee to calm me down."

"I remember that day." Phoebe says with a smile.

"Yeah, he ended up air dropping his number into my phone and the rest is history." Piper says, "Hey, stop pushing the pointer! You always used to push the pointer."

"I'm not pushing anything…" Phoebe laughs, "And how romantic. You found someone who can quell that harsh temper of yours."

"Yeah, sometimes he can and sometimes he can't." Piper says as she stands up, "It's a coin toss. You want any more popcorn?"

"Yeah." Phoebe answers, "Hey, I forgot your question."

"I asked if Prue would have sex with anyone besides herself this year." Piper shouts as she heads into the kitchen.

"You don't need the spirit board for that." Phoebe answers, "You know Prue's a whore."

Immediately, the pointer shifts to the letter "A" and then to the letter "T".

"Piper! Get in here!" Phoebe says, freaking out.

Piper walks in with and Prue follows her soon after.

"What is it?" Piper asks.

"What did you guys do now?" Prue adds.

"Don't look at me." Piper answers as she points to Phoebe.

"The pointer on the spirit board, it moved on its own." Phoebe says. Piper and Prue give her a blank stare.

"You were probably pushing it." Piper scoffs.

"No, I didn't. I was barely touching it." Phoebe says.

"You always used to push the pointer." Prue says as she folds her arms.

"My fingers were barely touching it, Prue! Watch!" Phoebe says as she puts her fingers over the pointer again. Nothing happens.

"Yeah, I'm going off to bed." Prue says as she turns around and walks away. Piper begins to follow her when the pointer moves to the letter "T".

"It did it again!" Phoebe exclaims. Prue and Piper turn around.

"It's still on the letter 'T'." Prue says.

"I swear it moved!" Phoebe says adamantly. Prue rolls her eyes and walks away. The pointer begins to move and Phoebe jumps backwards.

"There!" Phoebe says to Piper who walks closer to the table in shock, "You saw that, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." Piper says, unsure of what she saw. The pointer begins to move once more.

"Prue! Get over here!" Piper screams.

"You must be out of your damn mind calling out to me like this." Prue says, marching in as her eyes fall onto the spirit board moving to the letter 'C'.

"I think it's trying to tell us something." Phoebe says as she takes an envelope and scribbles on the back. She turns it over and shows her sisters the message, reading "ATTIC".

A loud clap of thunder shakes the house and the power goes out.

"Great! This is just what we need." Piper groans.


Piper grabs her jacket and heads straight to the front door when Prue stops her.

"Piper, don't you think you're overreacting? We're perfectly safe over here." Prue assures Piper.

"I'm not worried about being safe. I'm bored and I can't live without electricity and internet. Life without Wi-Fi is too much for me to bear. And now things moving by themselves? I'm going to Jeremy's."

"In the rain? Jeremy's not even home yet." Prue says.

"I'll wait outside until he comes home." Piper says.


"No, Prue. I saw that pointer move. There's no way this is natural. Natural terror I can handle. Supernatural stuff? I cannot handle that."

"Look, come with me into the basement to help me switch the lights back on." Prue asks.

"No, ask Phoebe. She's the one who needs a 'little darkness' in her life, remember?" Piper mocks.

"Nope!" Phoebe's voice can be heard yelling in the distance wielding a flashlight, "I'm going into the attic."

"Phoebe, we agreed to wait until the morning…" Prue says but Phoebe cuts her off.

"No, you agreed. I'm not waiting until tomorrow to check the attic."

"We have never been able to open the door to the attic since Grams died…" Piper says.

"Well, you guys have tried. I haven't. I'm going up there now." Phoebe says as she walks up the attic. Prue grunts out of frustration and walks towards the kitchen with Piper following her.


Phoebe arrives to the door of the attic and jiggles the knob. She slams her shoulder into the door in an effort to break it open but to no avail. Breathing a sigh of exasperation, she gives up and turns around, slowly making her way down the stairs when the attic door opens slowly. A rumble of thunder is heard as Phoebe steps into the attic for the first time. Her heart beats faster and faster with every step she takes walking into the dust riddled attic. She flashes the light around and in an instant, a red light shining from the window shines upon an ancient chest. Phoebe walks up to the window and sees the light emanating from the blood moon.

She opens the chest and takes out an ancient, thick green book. She closes the chest and sits on it. She wipes the dust with her palm, revealing the red triquetra embedded on the cover. She opens the book and reads the first words on the page.

"The Grimoire…" Phoebe says as a flash of lightning lights up the room for a brief moment, accompanied by another clap of thunder. Phoebe turns the next page and stares at the page. Besides her better judgment, she begins to feel compelled to read the incantation out loud even though she didn't understand what difference it would make. Taking a deep breath, she begins to read the words carefully.

"Here now the words of the witches,
The secrets we hid in the night.
The oldest of gods are invoked here;
The great work of magic is sought.
In this night, and in this hour,
I call upon the ancient power.
Bring your powers to we sisters three,
We want the power.
Give us the power…

Another rumble of thunder shakes the house and Phoebe looks around terrified. A red light sweeps through the Manor and the chandelier begins to shake, emitting a red and black light. A picture of the three sisters sitting on the table standing apart magically moves the three sisters closer together in the frame. The red light disappears and everything returns to normal.


The Council of cloaks encircle their crystal ball, watching as various images quickly appear and disappear. The red smoke overpowers the white smoke and the crystal ball explodes and sends a red wave through the area, knocking them back. The leader looks around and then looks at the shattered crystal ball.

"It has begun." He says with a hint of fear tinged in his voice, "May the gods have mercy on us all."