This would take place around the time season 1 started with some major changes you'll discover as we go if there's an interest.

The woman was taking in the town, trying to decide whether moving there would be a good idea. Her business could be conducted anywhere, but Venus was in the mood for something sunnier than her previous workplaces.

To be completely honest, Charming was not living up to its name, but it seemed close enough. She felt like she needed to see more, wanted to make an inform decision before she made any decision. She took in the picturesque barber shop, and the wide street.

She sat at an outside table in front of a coffee shop, taking sips from her venti cup. Her sunglasses firmly in place, she tried to imagine what it would be like to live there.

The brunette watched the people going at their business and their everyday life, and for a milli second, she envied them. Then again, she knew who she was and everybody who had a problem with that could keep their mouth shut unless they wanted to face her wrath.

She took another sip, then adjusted her top to put forward what she considered some of her best assets.

Something on the side caught her eye, and she noticed a woman. She seemed young, yet old. There was a purity to her face that didn't make her look a day over eighteen, but there was a sadness too, that showed she was not a child anymore.

Yet, this was not what had caught her eye. The woman/girl/woman looked in trance. She was coming out of a building across the street, and she looked completely out of it. She seemed focused on her thoughts, which did not look to be full of puppies and kittens, nor rainbows given the pain her face expressed.

Venus wanted to go to her, but what would she say? They were strangers.

The woman was walking, and it was obvious she was just going though the motions, not really paying attention to her surroundings. And then, she was. She raised her head, and Venus felt her heart break when she saw the anguish on her face. The brown-haired woman looked at the street and seemed to spot something. Her face turned back to look toward the sidewalk, across from her. She started walking.

In that instant, Venus felt frozen. It was like a scene from one of those movies, where you saw a chick dress in white going her way, almost like a ghost, toward something, more often than not, death. It reminded her of a painting she had seen of Ophelia drowning.

Ophelia did not stop, and Venus heard a truck honking like mad. She kept on walking.

She was going to kill herself, the older woman realized. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. Later on, she would be unable to describe when and how she got off her seat, but the next thing she'd remember would be rolling on the road, Ophelia weeping in her arms, as the truck passed them by.

She had saved her, but the woman couldn't stop crying like she had been deprived of something. People were screaming around them, saying something about needing an ambulance. The barber ran out of his shop and came to them, asking:

"Do you need help? M'am, you're bleeding!"

"Oh Shit," Venus said, looking at the spot of red on her top, yet still holding onto Ophelia.

Well, welcome to Charming.

I am not sure about this. I know where I want to go, I need to know if people would read, so R&R, or just let met know!