All We Have is Now- A Chris fic

[Nite Owl]

Author: Leigh1986

READ: This fic takes place in the future before Chris came back to change it. It will focus on Chris and Bianca’s growing relationship, but lots of other characters will be appearing along the way.

As it begins, Chris (19) and Bianca (21) have been going out for 3 months and neither one knows the others real identity. The sisters are all dead, Leo is ‘up there’ and Chris thinks that Wyatt is studying at magic school- not yet realizing that he has turned. Chris lives with Victor at the Manor and, reluctantly following in his fathers footsteps, has recently been assigned charges.

Rated PG-13 because of this (as possibly later) chapters

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"All We Have is Now"


“Chris, don’t you think we should slow down?” Bianca asked breathlessly breaking away from their feverish kiss. “I feel bad- I mean, what if your Grandfather-“

“He’s out till late, it’s only 7:30, don’t worry.”

Bianca gave him a small frown, but it quickly turned into a grin as she looked into her boyfriends enchanting green eyes. Her stomach always did flip flops at the sight of him like this- so full of love and desire- she had no choice but to give in. “Alright” She whispered quietly, before pushing him down roughly onto the couch where they began to kiss once again.

She tenderly began to undo his shirt between kisses and she soon found herself starring down at his perfect chest-he may have been somewhat on the lanky side but that suited her tastes just perfectly. She let out a moan of want and drew towards him once again and as she shifted she felt a significant bulge in his pants brush against her leg. She grinned- she loved knowing that she had this power over him. Still smiling she leaned down towards his ear. “Calm down big boy.” She whispered her voice low and sultry. Chris shut his luminous green eyes and shuttered with pent up desire before shooting her one of his trademark cocky grins.

“I am a big boy, aren’t I.” He stated with evident pride.

Bianca laughed quietly at his typical display of male egotism, and decided that it would be fun to egg him on. “The biggest.” She whispered back seductively, before beginning to nibble his ear. She was amused to see a slight blush cross Chris’ cheeks, but his embarrassment did not last long as he soon began to pull up her shirt. He was about to pull it over her head, when a voice coming from the kitchen made them both freeze.

“Chris? Christopher? Are you here?” a male voice called.

“@#%$.” Chris swore under his breath “It’s my father.”<br>
Chris and Bianca drew apart quickly, and both attempted to put their clothes back in order. Taking a few breaths to calm him self down, Chris stood up slowly and faced the kitchen doors.

Seconds later, Leo burst through. “There you are!” he exclaimed, the relief evident in his voice.

Chris was glad to see that he had not arrived in his ridiculous elder robes.

“I need you to-” Leo trailed off as he noticed Bianca sitting on the couch looking rather disheveled. “Oh, hello.” he said, tensely addressing the girl. “Who is your friend Christopher?”<br>
“This is Bianca, we met at school, she just came over to watch a movie.”<br>
Taking her cue, Bianca stood up, smoothed down her shirt and shook Leo’s hand. “It’s very nice to meet you Mr. Wyatt.” She said in her friendliest voice.

Leo, however, did not return her kindness and quickly let go of her hand. “Chris, can I talk to you in the kitchen for a moment please?” He asked

“Sure Dad.” Chris replied, forcing a smile. “I’ll be right back Bianca.”<br>
With that, Leo and Chris walked silently in the kitchen, leaving the girl feeling uncomfortable and alone on the couch.

*****

As soon as the kitchen door was tightly closed, Leo turned to face his son. “Explain yourself, Chris.” He demanded his voice low and his arms crossed.

“Explain what?”<br>
“Explain what you were doing out there with that girl- you have duties Chris and you cannot be wasting time with some floozy you met at a human high school.”

Chris glared at his father and tried his best to suppress his growing anger. “She’s not just some ‘floozy’ she’s my girlfriend- we’ve been going out for three months! Maybe if you bothered to come around more often you’d have known that.”<br>
“I don’t care who she is” Leo cut in, his voice rising “She is a distraction you cannot afford.”<br>
“Oh, and why not?” Chris challenged, eyes flashing at the man who always managed to infuriate him.

“Because, like it or not, you’re a Whitelighter, Chris. You have charges and obligations! That is where your priorities must lie.”<br>
Chris scoffed “Look who’s talking- it’s not like these obligations stopped you from marrying Mom- against the will of the elders I might add.”<br>
There were several seconds of silence.

“Marrying?” Leo gasped, his eyes widening with a mixture of fear and surprise “I will not have my boys marrying humans! You’re better than that, beyond that!”<br>
“I will marry who ever I damn well want.” Chris hissed dangerously, more angered than he could ever remember being. His father had no right to prod into his personal life like this, after showing almost no concern for him during the past 19 years. There was tense pause as father and son locked identical sets of green eyes.

“Fine.” Leo said suddenly, his voice full of controlled anger “I don’t care what you do.”<br>
“You never have,” Chris shot back “Why start now?”<br>
Leo chose to ignore his son’s last comment, and tried to regain his composure- Elders were supposed to be calm and collected beings. “I came to tell you that the Elders request that you see them as soon as possible.” He said, his voice now serenely formal.

With a curt nod, he orbed out of the kitchen.

Sighing, Chris turned back towards the doors. Once again his father had managed to anger him in only a few short minutes- not to mention barge in on a very promising make out session. Walking into the living room he saw that Bianca was still sitting quietly on the couch fidgeting nervously with one of the hideous brown cushions his grandfather insisted on keeping.

“Sorry about that.” Chris said, forcing a smile “He’s gone now.”

Bianca smiled back shyly, her warm brown eyes full of concern “I hope he wasn’t too mad- he didn’t seem to like me much.”

“Don’t worry about it; he doesn’t like anyone, except for Wyatt of course.” He replied, trying to sound lighthearted about the situation. “So, where were we?”<br>
The girl grinned and beckoned him towards her. “Right here.” She whispered, pushing him down and perching herself over top. Both grinning, they began to kiss, just as passionately as they had been before Leo’s interruption.

“Bianca.” Chris moaned, quickly working back up to his previous state of desire. “I love you so much.”

[Nite Owl]

“I love you too.” She whispered back as she once again undid his shirt and began to run her hands up and down his chest. Chris made a growling noise deep in his throat and grabbed her waist, pulling her down so that they could be closer together, before drawing her in for an even deeper kiss.

Much to Bianca’s displeasure, the kiss did not last long. She felt Chris tense up suddenly, and he then drew back. He closed his eyes, and she could tell from his expression that he was annoyed.

“Bianca.” He said quietly “I’m so sorry, but we have to stop now I, umm, just remembered something I have to do.”<br>
Bianca smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, before adjusting her clothing and standing up. “I’m sure we can continue this another time.”<br>
“Defiantly. I’m really sorry.”<br>
“It’s fine, I really should be getting home anyway.”<br>
“Alright,” Chris replied, obviously unconvinced “How about I pick you up tomorrow at seven and we’ll go for dinner at the new Italian place you’ve been wanting to try?”

Bianca grinned at her wonderfully thoughtful boyfriend. “Oh Chris, that’s so sweet! You’re such an angel!” she squeaked happily.

She could have sworn that she saw him flinch at that last remark, but she choose to ignore it.

Giving him another quick kiss, and exchanging good byes, Bianca left the house, thinking all the while about the amazing guy she had found, and how grateful she was that he had no idea that she wasn’t just what she appeared to be.

*****

As the front door closed, Chris gave a sigh of both disappointment and relief. He groaned and another call from the elders echoed in his head- they had been calling ever since Leo had left and Chris knew from experience that the only way to make them stop was to orb up there and see what they wanted. After telekinetically closing the blinds, he gave a glance up wards and disappeared in a heavenly swirl of blue lights.

******


Bianca had just sat down in her car when she realized that she had left her purse back inside. With a sigh, she turned back towards the house and when up the front steps. She knocked on the door, and waited for Chris to answer.

He didn’t.

‘Odd’ she thought, as she knocked again ‘He can’t have gone anywhere, it’s only been a minute.’ But once again, he didn’t come. Deciding that something might be wrong, Bianca cautiously opened the unlocked door, fearing the worst. Perhaps some demon had located her and decided to take its aggression out on her defenseless mortal boyfriend.

“Chris?” she called “Are you here?”<br>
The house was dark and there was no answer. “Must have left.” She muttered.

Seeing her purse a few meters away, she grabbed it and headed back out to her car, wondering where and how Chris had gone to so fast.

*****

A/N That’s it for now, but I have much more to come…if people liked it Tell me what you think... it’s my 1st fan fiction, and I am not a writer by any means--- so constructive criticism would be preferred.

(p.s. The title is from a song by the Flaming Lips- Its a great song, and it really relates to the Chirs story line- I suggest checking it out!)

Tata!
-Leigh1986

[Nite Owl]

Chapter Two

Later that night Chris orbed back to the manors living room, giving his Grandfather quite a shock.

“Oh! Chris!” Victor exclaimed, bringing a hand to his rapidly beating heart “You scared me!”<br>
“Sorry.” Chris muttered in response as he ran his hand through his messy brown hair- he always did that when he was frustrated or angry and Victor instantly knew from this small gesture that something was wrong.

“It’s okay. You know me, I’m just some boring old man who can’t get used to the way you magical people travel.” Victor replied, grinning, in an attempt to lighten Chris’ mood. Chris tried to smile back, but found it near impossible. Instead he gave a loud sigh and flopped down on the couch next to his Grandfather. “Where were you? What happened?” Victor asked, hoping Chris wouldn’t mind discussing what was bothering him.

“I was ‘up there’, talking to the elders.” Chris began quietly “They wanted to assign me more charges, and I told them that I didn’t want anymore- because I have a life to live too- unlike the rest of them, I’m not dead. But they wouldn’t listen…so starting tomorrow I have three more charges on top of the two I already have.”<br>
Victor stared at his grandson in disbelief “They can’t do that to you! Isn’t there someone else who can take them?”<br>
“Evidently not. There have been quite a few darklighter attacks lately so numbers are low. And I think they enjoy torturing me…”

“Damn whitelighters. I’ve always known that they were good for nothing, sneaky-” Victor trailed off as he caught sight of the expression on Chris’ face. “I mean other whitelighters, not you of course.” He added quickly “And technically you’re only half Whitelighter.”<br>
Chris scoffed. “That doesn’t seem to stop them; evidently I’m Whitelighter enough to have way too many charges.”<br>
“Well, can’t you just refuse to do it?” Victor asked, trying his best to be helpful.

Chris began to fidget with the arm of the couch “No. I wouldn’t do that, it’s unfair to the witches I’ve been assigned to protect. It’s not their fault that the elders are over working me.”<br>
“Oh, good point” Victor mumbled, feeling horribly ignorant about the situation. “When do you get to meet them?”<br>
“I’m meeting two tomorrow morning, and the other tomorrow night.” Chris’ eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. “Damn it! Tomorrow night!”
He exclaimed angrily, “I had a date with Bianca tomorrow night.”<br>
He stood up and began to pace around the room- it was another of his nervous habits. “Ruining my life already” he muttered “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”<br>
“Chris, why don’t you change your date to Sunday? I’m sure she’ll understand.” The old man cut in, trying to think of a solution before Chris got any angrier. He had seen what kind of damage the boy could do when he was mad, and he wanted to avoid it at all costs.

“Fine.” Chris groaned “But I’m sure that this is only the start. How am I supposed to manage a relationship and five charges!?”<br>
Victor knew he could provide no answer.

Sighing with defeat, Chris orbed upstairs to call Bianca and reschedule, leaving Victor alone to ponder the complicated life of his youngest Grandson.

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Bianca was sitting in her apartment’s kitchen when the phone rang. It was Chris, calling to cancel their date for the following night. He sounded very upset about something, and Bianca was tempted to ask what was wrong, but she knew that for some strange reason, Chris hated to discuss his personal problems.

“It’s okay.” She assured him, gently “Sunday is fine- okay- see you then.”<br>
Click.

She hung up the phone and tried to push all of the feelings of disappointment out of her mind. ‘It’s just one more day’ she assured herself with a sigh, but she knew that any time away from Chris felt like an eternity.

She wondered what her mother would say if she was still alive. Bianca knew that her mother hoped she would never fall in love, she had firmly believed that a phoenix’s devotion should be to her job, and that males were only useful for procreation. On top of that, she had absolutely hated humans and had spent a lot of time trying to drill that into her daughter’s head.

Bianca had never been fully convinced.

Even from a young age she had never been like other phoenixes- she simply lacked the desire to kill. She was still quite good at it of course, but she viewed it only as a useless waste of time and energy- she desired some deeper fulfillment. And that was exactly what she had found in Chris. The love she felt for him consumed her in a way that nothing else ever had and she hoped that somehow, they would be together forever. The only thing she saw in their way was the secret she had worked so hard to protect.

She had no idea how Chris would react if she finally told him that she was a witch, and not just any witch but a demonic witch. An assassin.
The thought scared her.

What if he left?
How could he not?

Bianca sighed and turned on the television for a distraction.

She would deal with this issue another day.

A/N There’s chapter two! I’ll be updating really soon.

Note- I have never been sure about some of the Whitelighter technicalities- the show seems to be inaccurate sometimes. For the purposes of this story, whitelighters get to meet their charges from the onset. To me, that just makes more sense.

Also, in regards to Chris powers, for the moment he has full whitelighter capabilities. Just bear with me on this one…<br>

[Nite Owl]

Chapter 3

As Chris walked into the kitchen to prepare himself some breakfast he was surprised to find his Grandfather already at the stove, standing over a pan of bacon and eggs.

“Morning.” Chris said, smiling slightly at Victor’s attempt at cooking- it was no secret that Piper had not inherited her culinary abilities from her father’s side.

“Good morning.” Victor replied “You relax, I’m cooking.”<br>
Chris arched an eyebrow “I can see that. Is it going okay?”<br>
“It’s fine,” he shot back defensively, “You’ll be eating- Damn it!” He exclaimed in mid sentence as he quickly pulled his hand back from the stove. Chris looked up to see that the older man had touched the hot pan and had managed to give himself a fairly large burn.

With a sigh, Chris stood up and walked over to his Grandfather. “Here, let me fix that.” He said, gently pulling Victor’s arm out in front of him.

Victor gave a slight wince but allowed his grandson to place his softly glowing hands over the wound, watching in fascination as it healed magically.

“Thanks, don’t know what I’d do without you.” Victor said with a smile as he went back to the bacon and eggs, which had now blackened slightly. “Breakfast is served.”

He dished out the food onto two plates. Chris took his, and sat down at the small wooden table where two glasses of orange juice had already been poured. He instantly began to dig in- with all of yesterday’s excitement he had forgotten to eat dinner, and he had woken up starved.

“So,” Victor began cautiously as he joined his grandson at the table “What time do you meet your first charge?”<br>
“I have to go at 8:30, my charge lives in Paris, so it’s like 4:00 pm their time or something.” Chris replied between bites. His expression was unreadable.

“Paris! Wow!” Victor exclaimed “That seems far to send you.”<br>
“Not really, it’s just an extra ten seconds when orbing.” Chris shrugged

“Oh. But how do they expect you to talk to this person? You can’t speak French.”<br>
Chris chuckled quietly “Actually, I can speak any language when I need to. It’s a Whitelighter trait.”<br>
“You’re kidding!” Victor choked, letting his fork clatter onto the table.

“Not kidding.” Chris replied with a smirk “I thought you knew that.”<br>
Victor shook his head and continued to stare at his grandson in disbelief. “No. What else are you hiding from me?”<br>
“Plenty.” the boy smirked.

“I don’t think I’ll ever really understand you supernatural people.” Victor muttered, more to himself than to Chris.

He looked up to see that the boy had gone back to inhaling his breakfast- it seemed so unbelievable to Victor, as he sat watching, that Chris, his own Grandson, who appeared completely normal was in fact an extremely powerful magic being. A witch and an angel- evidently a rare combination, and a combination that came with so many responsibilities which Victor knew he would never fully understand. Chris was only 19, only a year out of high school, and already he was burdened with so much. Vanquishing demons, looking after charges, whitelighter training, magic studies…not to mention all of the regular young adult stuff. Victor knew that he could never have handled all of that at such a young age, but somehow, Chris did.

In Victor’s opinion, the boy was absolutely amazing.

I was just a shame that Leo, Chris’ only surviving parent, seemed to think differently. After Piper’s death, Leo had become an even more distant father to Chris- he had held Chris partially responsible for the event because the boy had not yet developed the power to heal. He had practically ignored his youngest for the past five years, while still spending time with Wyatt, convinced that he was the more important of the two brothers. Victor had always thought that Leo was a bit of an idiot when it came to earthly matters, and Leo’s treatment of Chris left no doubt in his mind that the man was a failure when it came to real life issues. Maybe, Victor pondered bitterly, that was why whitelighters were not meant to have children in the first place…<br>
“Grandpa, I think I’m gonna get dressed and go now.” Chris said, breaking the old man away from his thoughts.

Victor smiled “Alright, well good luck with your charges.”<br>
“Thanks” Chris muttered quietly as he telekinetically sent his dirty dishes in to the sink and orbed upstairs.

****
At five o’clock that evening, Chris orbed back into his bedroom and flopped down on the bed. His meetings with his first two charges had gone fairly well. The first, a French witch named Jacqueline with the power to control the elements, had been extremely nice, and had even invited him out for coffee so that they could get to know each other better. Chris had, however, gotten the feeling that she liked him- in that way- so he had been sure to mention Bianca a few times during the conversation, and thankfully she had backed off.

After that, he had gone to meet his second charge, Oliver Watts, in New York. Oliver had turned out to be only fifteen and had just discovered his powers. He was the only witch in his family and he, like Chris, had the power of telekinesis. He had appreciated the fact that Chris could not only watch over him, but could also help him control his power. Oliver had listened intently as Chris answered all of his questions about magic, and taught him a few spells so that he could start his own book of shadows. It had been such a fun afternoon, that Chris had almost forgotten about the date he was missing with Bianca.

Almost.

Chris glanced down at his watch and groaned, he was supposed to meet his last charge in a few minutes, even though he had had quite enough of orbing around the world for one day. He unfolded the piece of paper the elders had given him and smiled as he saw the location of his last charge suddenly appear.

SAN FANCISCO, it read in large block letters.

“Perfect.” Chris muttered, happy that for once the elders had made his life slightly easier. Closing his eyes and clutching the paper tightly, he orbed, knowing that he would be guided directly to where he had to go.


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A/N I love the next part- I’m sure some of you have figured it out I should be posting it really soon, if not today.

Thanks so much to the people that reviewed!!!


Laters,

-Leigh

[Nite Owl]

Chapter 4

Bianca sat at her kitchen table, finishing up the dinner she had prepared for herself. The instant rice and vegetables she had whipped up was nothing compared to the wonderful meal she was looking forward to enjoying with Chris the next day. Sighing deeply at the thought of her gorgeous boyfriend, Bianca glanced up at the clock. Five fifteen, it read.

“Maybe I’ll rent a movie” she muttered as she cleared the table in silence. “A classic.”

She finished tidying and walked out to the front room to get her favorite blue sweater-Chris had given it to her for her last birthday, and it was absolutely perfect. She smiled at she thought of how sweet he was- she had often thought him to good to be true- it was as if he was a gift sent to her from the heavens.

Throwing on the sweater and grapping her keys, she began to head for the door. She hadn’t taken more than five steps, however, when a familiar noise caused her to stop in her tracks. She whirled around in time to see a trail of blue lights trickle in behind her couch.

“Damn it” she hissed.

Much to her dislike, the elders had tried to assign her whitelighters before. That had often ended with her threatening to kill them if they didn’t leave her alone. Although phoenixes were technically witches, they weren’t even supposed to have whitelighters, they were supposed to be independent, and directed toward their one destructive purpose.

Bianca wasn’t too focused on her job, but she was fiercely independent. She didn’t want, nor need a guardian- and she could not understand why they weren’t getting her message.

“Look.” Bianca said in the direction she had seen the orbs “I’ve told the elders to leave me alone. You don’t want me as your charge, trust me. I really-” She stopped in mid sentence, shocked.

The whitelighter had stepped out of the shadows and she could now see his face clearly.

Her voice was caught in her throat.

Her heart was pounding.

She was on the verge of collapsing.

“Chris?” she managed to squeak, breaking through the mutual silence.

“Bianca?” he whispered, equally as shocked. “I must have accidentally-”<br>
“You’re a whitelighter?” she gaped, cutting him off.

“Ummm,” he began “Sorta”<br>
Bianca nodded slowly a few times, before dropping on to the floor in a dead faint.

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“Damn it.” Chris muttered, as he rushed over to Bianca’s side. He had really messed up this time. He had somehow orbed here, to his girlfriends apartment, when he was supposed to be transported to his last charge. Worst of all, he had totally freaked her out.

“Bianca, please wake up.” He begged as he gently cradled her in his arms. “Please.”<br>
She didn’t move.

Chris felt absolutely horrible as he sat there holding her- the secret he had worked so hard to protect was out, because of only a few moments of absentmindedness. Now Bianca would probably think that he was a horrible freak, and she’d never want to see him again.

Leo and Wyatt had been right; humans couldn’t handle the thought of magic.

It broke his heart, but he knew that there was nothing that he could do now.

He looked down at her and was struck by how beautiful and innocent she was. She knew nothing of magic, or demons, or anything like that. He knew that it was for the best that they end their relationship before they got too involved, and she was dragged into the whole supernatural mess.

The problem was, he didn’t want it to ever end.

As he continued to look down at her, a sudden thought struck him, lifting his sprits instantly. She had asked him if he was a whitelighter, meaning that she knew what a whitelighter was…maybe she wasn’t so innocent after all.

Maybe she was the charge he had been sent to protect.

“Bianca, wake up.” He said with more urgency than before, giving her a slight shake “Bianca please.”<br>
The girl moaned and opened her eyes slowly. “Chris?” she said confusedly, before a look of realization appeared on her face. “Oh my God!” She sat up quickly, locking her eyes with his. “You just orbed into my apartment.”<br>
He smiled, relieved that she was awake. “Yea, I did.”<br>
“But how?” she asked, starring at him in disbelief “I mean, you’re human.”

“No, I’m not. And judging by your reaction you’re not either.”<br>
Suddenly aware of the pain, Bianca brought a hand to her forehead and winced, “I fainted, didn’t? My head hurts.” She said, the grogginess still evident in her voice.

Wordlessly, Chris brought his hands to her head and healed her with a golden glow. “You are a whitelighter.” She whispered, pulling back from him as if she were afraid.

Chris frowned. “Bianca, please don’t be scared. If you know what a whitelighter is, then I’m guessing that you’re hiding something too.” He paused and studied her expression. “I think the elders sent me here. Are you a witch?”<br>
Bianca looked down at the floor, refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’m sorry Chris.” she said, tears welling in her eyes as she spoke. “This can’t work anymore.”<br>
“What?” Chris asked, confused as to why she was acting this way. “This doesn’t change things- we can still be together- and now we don’t have to keep any secrets.”<br>
Bianca shook her head, and looked back up at him with watery eyes. “No, we can’t.” she whispered.

“Bianca, please! It really doesn’t matter, I’m only-”

But before he could finish she cut him off with a feverish kiss. “Goodbye Christopher.” She sad sadly, tears streaming down her face. And with one final glance, she shimmered out- leaving a very shocked Chris in her wake.

A/N Thats it for a bit. Hope people liked it, I'd love some feedback/ suggestions.

Tata

-Leigh

[Nite Owl]

Chapter 5

Chris orbed back to the manor, numb with shock. He went over the events of the past few minutes in his head- it was all too unbelievable. He had orbed into Bianca’s apartment, she discovered what he was- and she had shimmered out.

She had shimmered.

And that meant that love of his life- his beautiful Bianca- was a demon.

Chris drew a few deep breaths and sat down heavily on the couch. His head was spinning. He couldn’t believe it. He refused to believe it. How could he not have noticed before? He should have been able so sense that something was different about her, but in four months he had picked up nothing strange. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He muttered, delivering a hard punch into a near by pillow. What use were his whitelighter senses if they couldn’t even detect something that major?

Chris stared down at the floor, his eyes so intense that they almost burnt a hole through the wood. He felt a lump forming in his throat, and he desperately fought back tears. Did she even love him? Had she ever? Or had she known all along who and what he was, intending to build up his trust and then eliminate him when he least expected it.

No, he thought, that didn’t make sense.

She had the opportunity to kill him countless times in the past few months. They had been alone at some point almost every day; she could have done it easily with out anyone ever knowing.

And she had seemed shocked when he orbed in.

Maybe it wasn’t a lie; maybe she did actually love him.

Then again, he had always thought that demons weren’t capable of human feelings.

He let out a frustrated yell, and several breakable objects in the room exploded into tiny pieces. Chris paid them no notice. He knew that he needed some one to talk too; he could not handle this alone. He could sense that his Grandfather was out. Leo would be of no use, Wyatt had not responded to his calls recently…and the rest of his family was dead…<br>
Bang.

His mother’s favorite vase shattered.

And at that exact moment, Chris was struck by a brilliant idea. Without another moment’s hesitation, he orbed up to the attic and began to gather what he needed.

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…cross now the great divide.”<br>
Chris finished the spell, hoping that for once it had actually worked. He didn’t know why, but most of his past attempts to speak with deceased family members had been unsuccessful. Maybe it was it somewhat questionable spell casting abilities- or some sick joke being played on him by ‘the powers that be’. It sometimes seemed that the entire universe was against him sometimes.

The boy’s heart jumped, as a swirl of white lights suddenly began to form in the middle of his crystal circle. “Mom?” he asked, his voice hopeful. He needed her so badly right now.

“I’m sorry Chris.” A woman’s voice replied.

Seconds later, the lights solidified into the form of his Aunt Phoebe. “They wouldn’t let Piper come. They said you needed to talk to me this time.”<br>
“Oh.” Chris whispered, trying to fight back his disappointment. It wasn’t that he didn’t love and miss his aunt; it was just that he had hoping to see his mother instead. “That’s alright. I’m happy to see you.”<br>
Phoebe nodded knowingly, and stepped out of the circle, her form becoming completely solid. She gave her nephew a hug, and led him over to the attics couch, where they both sat down. “So what’s wrong Chris?” she asked “Why did you summon me.?”<br>
Chris sighed, and avoided his aunt’s gaze. “I needed someone to talk to. I just don’t know what to do next.”<br>
“What happened?”<br>
Drawing a deep breath, Chris slowly began to explain the day’s events, while Phoebe listened intently.

“…and I was really happy, because it was obvious that she was more then she was letting on too, but then she began to cry, she kissed me, and shimmered out. She’s a demon Aunt Phoebe. I just can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner…”

“Do you love her, Chris?” Phoebe asked, placing a comforting hand on his.

Chris hesitated. “Well, I certainly did. But she’s a demon…I don’t know what to think anymore.”<br>
“But if she hadn’t shimmered, than you would still love her.”<br>
“Yes.”<br>
His aunt nodded and paused for a moment as she formulated a response. “Well, in that case it seems to me that what she is doesn’t really matter. She’s earned your love. You love her for who she is-everything else doesn’t matter.”

“But demons don’t have feelings. How can I love her, if she doesn’t love me back?”<br>
“If she’s been with you this long, then I’d say that it’s pretty clear that she does have feelings for you. Trust me on this one Chris, I speak from experience.” She paused. “I think I know why I was sent here instead of Piper.”

“What do you mean?”<br>
Phoebe sighed. “I mean that I loved a demon once too. Before you were born. And he loved me back; I know that…It’s possible for them to love Chris”<br>
“Cole?” He asked quietly.

“Yes, Cole.” She glanced off in to the distance, as if recalling a distant memory before turning back to Chris. “I think you should talk to her, find out more about her before you decide too much. You two are so great together; I’d hate to see it all go to waste.”<br>
Chris gave his aunt an odd look. “How would you know that?”<br>
“We’ve been watching you Chris, when we can. We were so happy that you had found such a wonderful girl.”<br>
“Oh.” Chris replied, not sure how he felt about his families celestial spying.

Phoebe glanced up wards and sighed “I have to go Chris, I’m being called back. I really wish I could tell you more…” She trailed off and looked at him sympathetically. “Remember, you can’t always judge someone based on their background. Demons aren’t always evil, and angels aren’t always good… please remember that.”<br>
Chris nodded, slightly confused by her cryptic remark, and watched sadly as Phoebe’s form was slowly surrounded by the white lights. “Be careful Chris. We love you. Piper misses you so much, she’s so proud of you …”

“Tell Mom I love her.” He whispered

“I will, but she already knows. Take care, and never give up.”<br>
Chris fought back more tears as his aunt disappeared from sight in a beautiful flash of light.

It had been a short, but useful talk. He knew what he had to do.

With a quick glance around the attic, he orbed out.

A/N hope that was ok, it was sort of a filler chapter. More to come! Please review!

-Tata

[Nite Owl]

Chapter 6

Bianca sat on a cold stone bench in a corner of the park. She had always come here when she needed to be alone.

It was her spot.

She stared off into the sky, it was getting dark, ‘reflecting my mood’ she thought bitterly. The darkness within.

Her tears had begun to dry, but the pain of the past half hour was still fresh. Her wonderful, perfect boyfriend- her Chris- was not the innocent mortal she had assumed him to be. No, he was a whitelighter…she had always known he was too perfect. How could she not have noticed? What good were phoenixes enhanced senses, if they couldn’t detect something that major?

She still could not believe what had happened. She didn’t want to believe it, because it meant that they could never be together.

He was an angel, who protected and healed the innocent. She was a hired assassin, who killed to earn her living.

They could never be.

Good and evil were never meant to be.

Bianca could not, however, suppress a nagging sense of doubt. Something about the entire situation wasn’t quite right. He had orbed, said something about the elders…so he was obviously a whitelighter. But why, then, had he led her on for the past three months? Everyone knew that whitelighters were not allowed to have relationships- it had happened only twice before. Surely Chris would have known this.

Had he been setting her up?
Was he just using her?

He had a family. She realized suddenly. She had met his grandfather on many occasions, and she had met his father just the other day…whitelighters weren’t supposed to have families, were they? They were supposed to be dead. She shuddered involuntarily.

Chris couldn’t be dead, could he?

Her head was spinning as she tried to make sense of it all. She glanced up into the sky again, but this time something in particular caught her eye. Directly above her, she could see a trail of blue, streaking down towards the ground.

“No.” she muttered. She wasn’t sure if she could face him yet. Even if he actually had loved her, he had seen her shimmer out. He would think she was evil.

Bianca wanted to leave. Her head was screaming at her to get out of there, to avoid him. But she could not make herself actually do it.

She heard the sound of heavenly bells as the blue lights stopped in front of her, and solidified into Chris’ earthly form.

“Bianca.” He breathed, unsure of how to start.

“How did you find me here?”

“I sensed you.”<br>
Bianca stiffened, and took on a defensive stance. “Of course, how stupid of me. You’re a whitelighter.”<br>
“Please, Bianca, don’t be like this. Don’t be mad, we need to talk.” He pleaded. The girl could see that his eyes were slightly red.

“Ok, fine. Why don’t you start by telling me why the hell you’ve been leading me on for three months? Whitelighters aren’t supposed to fall in love.” She replied, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Now that he was right in front of her, her worries had somehow turned into aggression.

She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it now.

“I wasn’t leading you on, Bianca. I would never do that. I am allowed to fall in love, because, well, I’m not exactly a whitelighter.”<br>
Bianca shot him a confused look “You orb Chris. Only whitelighters can orb.”<br>
“I know, “ he continued “But I’m not a full whitelighter. My Dad is a whitelighter, my mom was a witch.”<br>
“You’re kidding!?” she gasped, starring at him with complete disbelief. Bianca had never cared much for school, but she had always been fascinated by the magical texts her mother had given her to read. She was well versed in matters of magic, and she had once read that only three witch- whitelighters had ever been born.

Chris had to be lying, it just wasn’t possible.

“But how? I mean, there was the youngest charmed one, and then the sons of Piper Halliwell and-”<br>
“Leo Wyatt.” Chris interrupted “Yea, those would be my parents.”

Bianca’s eyes grew even wider. He was hiding even more than she thought. “Your mother was a charmed one?”<br>
“Yes.”<br>
“Wow, Chris that’s amazing, are…are you the twice-blessed child?”<br>
With a sigh, Chris made his way over to the bench and sat down next to Bianca. “No, just the second born. Wyatt is the special one with all the powers- I’m basically a whitelighter who can cast spells.”<br>
There was a long pause after this, as Bianca tried to process all that he had just told her. In general it was good news, he wasn’t a full whitelighter, and that wouldn’t stand in their way…but there were still other matters to deal with.

“Ok, enough about me. I think I deserve an explanation too.” Chris said, his green eyes looking into her brown.

Bianca nodded. He was right, he deserved to know.

“Are you a…a demon?” he asked, his voice low, his eyes cast downwards.

“Not really.” The girl replied “I’m a phoenix.”<br>
Chris looked up, and stared at her confusion. “A what?”<br>
“A phoenix. I’m from a specialized coven of that rose from the ashes of Salem. Technically I’m a witch, but after the witch trials, phoenixes sought revenge…they became skilled assassins, and eventually gained demonic powers.” She paused and looked into his eyes; she needed to see his reaction. “You should also know that we’re still expected to kill. We’re hired assassins.”

Chris did not respond for several seconds.

So she wasn’t really a demon, that was a relief. But, she did kill- and had probably been hired by demons on many occasions. He felt conflicted. Of course he still loved her, she meant the world to him…but could he really over look this? What would Wyatt and his father think? They’d be happy that that she wasn’t human as he’d had initially thought, but he wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.

“Chris, are you okay?” She asked, tenderly placing he hands over top of his. “I never asked to be born into this, I’ve always hated it. I’m not like the other members of my coven…”

‘No, of course she wasn’t’ he thought to himself. She was perfect, she was his Bianca. Phoebe was right. He loved her, and that was all that mattered. They’d be okay.

Chris had tried so hard to please everyone his entire life. He had sacrificed a normal existence to take charges, so that he could help protect the common good. He had tried to please his mother, and his even his father, who had never seemed to care anyway. And through it all he had lost sight of himself, and what was really important. It was time to do something that he wanted, without thinking about anyone else.

“Shhh, it’s alright Bianca.” He soothed “We’ll have no more secrets, no more lies…I’m fine with this if you are.”<br>
“You mean you’re not going to leave me?” she whispered, hardly able to believe what she had just heard.

“No, of course not. I love you Bianca.”<br>
“I love you too.”<br>
They drew together for a deep kiss, both feeling freer than they ever had.

Yes, this was a good thing.

There was nothing to hide now; they could share their lives completely.

“Oh Chris.” Bianca whispered as they pulled apart. “Your such and angel.”<br>
“Yes, I think we’ve established that.” He laughed. “Interested in seeing what an angel’s like in bed?”<br>
“Very.” She replied, smiling broadly through her tears of joy.

For now, life was perfect.


Wyatt stared into his reflecting pool, and watched as his younger brother orbed himself and his girlfriend out of the park.

This was all too perfect.

Good, pure little Chris had fallen for an assassin.

‘Yes,’ Wyatt thought triumphantly, a wide grin on his face. ‘This can certainly be used to my advantage.’<br>
A/N This will be it for a little while, I have some essays I really need to write. Thanks again to anyone that reviewed!! It makes me so happy to know that people are actually reading this. Suggestions and comments are always appreciated!
Hope this chapter was okay, there is much more to come!!

-Leigh

[Nite Owl]

Bianca slowly opened her eyes as she felt a beam of warm Californian sunlight hit her cheek. With a tired groan, she rolled over, and was initially shocked to see another figure beside her in bed.

Chris.
She realized suddenly. Chris was beside her.

The memories of the previous evening came flooding back.

Chris was a whitelighter…he knew her secret…they had spent a wonderful night together. Bianca could not suppress the satisfied smile forming on her face; it had been a day that she would never forget.

“Bianca?” Chris muttered, shifting slightly so that he could look into her eyes.

“Yea?”<br>
“I was wondering when you’d wake up. Tired you out, did I?” He grinned in his typical Chris way.

With a giggle Bianca leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose. “I guess you did.” She paused. “You know, after last night I’m beginning to wonder why more witches don’t fall for their whitelighters. You certainly were…heavenly, Chris.”<br>
He laughed quietly and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Why thank you…you were pretty amazing yourself, my fiery little phoenix.”<br>
“Oh God, Chris, we’re so pathetic. Shall we lay off the bad jokes for awhile?”<br>
“I think we shall.”<br>
Smiling, and feeling happier than she could ever remember, Bianca got out of bed and grabbed Chris’ discarded shirt off the floor.

“Hungry for breakfast?” she asked, putting the shirt on and slowly doing up the buttons.

“Yes, but I’m cooking. I insist. My mother was a chef you know, I did pick up a few things.” He too got out of bed, and pulled on his boxers.

“So your mother actually was a chef? I thought she’d have to do the vanquishing thing full time.”<br>
Chris sighed, and Bianca could tell that the memory of his mother was something that still caused him a great deal of pain. She too had lost her mother, but unlike Chris and his mother, they had never been close; her mother had always been disappointed in Bianca’s reluctance to kill.
“Yea. Not too many people know that the charmed ones didn’t even realize they were witches until they were in their late twenties. Their Grams bound their powers, to protect them from constant attack, and raised them as normally as she possibly could. So my Mom trained as a chef, thinking that she could pursue it as a career…and she did for awhile, until the charmed duties got in the way. All she ever wanted was a normal life…” he trailed off and looked down at the wooden floor, avoiding Bianca’s gaze.

Feeling sorry for bringing up the subject, Bianca instantly rushed to his side, sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry Chris.” She whispered.

He gave several slow nods, and looked up to meet her eyes. “It’s okay. We need to talk about these things. I’m so glad I can finally tell you the truth, its been so hard to keep it all in.” he paused “She didn’t really die in a fire-”

“I kind of figured.”

“It was a demon. A powerful one. It wasn’t even after her, it was after me and Wyatt, he wanted our powers…but Mom wouldn’t let him take us. She intercepted a fireball meant for me. Wyatt had been knocked out. Dad wouldn’t come. And I couldn’t heal her…I didn’t know how. It was all my fault.” Bianca could see that his eyes were now lined with red, and tears were threatening to fall.

“Oh Chris.” She said soothingly, placing a gentle arm around his back. “You were only a kid; there was nothing you could have done…”

“I could have learned to heal.’ He replied, his green eyes so full of sadness. “But I used to hate going ‘up there’ to learn, so I didn’t… After it happened, I forced myself to develop the power, and I’ve helped as many people as I can, but none of it will ever bring her back.”<br>
There was a long pause.

“She just wanted to be normal, Bianca” he whispered, looking back down at the floor. “But she was cursed with this horrible fate, and there was nothing she could do to get out of it. She had to fight evil every day, risk her life for the good of everyone else. She wanted a regular job, and a husband, and kids…but instead she married a man who had been dead for the past 50 years, and had sons that were anything but normal. And in the end, that is what got her killed. If she hadn’t become a witch, if she hadn’t fallen in love with my father, if she hadn’t had me…she’d still be alive.”<br>
Bianca stared at him in disbelief.

Had he been holding this on his chest for all of those years?
He couldn’t really believe what he’d just said…could he?

“Chris, that’s not true. She must have had some choice in it all…it’s not your fault. You were her son, I’m sure that she loved you…”

Chris gave a small sniffle, before making his face revert back to a neutral expression. It was clear that she had not changed his mind.

“What about you?” he asked quietly. “I’m guessing that you mother didn’t die in a car accident.”<br>
“Nope. But I don’t really know what happened, she went off on a mission and left me at home with her sister Elizabeth…and then she never came back. The others never told me what had happened; most of them had died too.”<br>
Chris gave her a sympathetic nod. “That must have been horrible. I was glad that I knew who did it, so I could kill the bastard.”<br>
“Not really. “ She shrugged. “I never had a close bond with my mother; she was always a bit cold. Most phoenixes are. I suppose if I ever found out who did it, I might want my revenge too, but I’ve never obsessed over it.”<br>
“I see.” Chris replied. He gave her another quick kiss and stood up, heading for the door. “So, what about that breakfast? Should I get started?”<br>
“Please do. I’m exited to see if your skills in the kitchen are as good as your skills in bed.”<br>
Grinning once more, Chris walked out of the room to prepare a magnificent feast.


Wyatt calmly surveyed the work going on in the dark cavern.

In truth, he found it slightly unnerving to be in a place so full of darklighters. The putrid smell of the poison hung thick in the air as the creatures worked to produce it at maximum speed.

He could not, however, let anyone see his discomfort. It would be a sign of his weakness, and he had worked too long, and too hard to lose even the smallest degree of respect.

“When will you be ready?” He barked at the leader of the group. “There is a gathering approaching soon, and when I find the exact time, I will need you to be prepared.”<br>
“Of course my liege.” The leader said with a bow “We shall be finished before the next moon.”<br>
“Excellent. Have your men equipped, you will not have much time once I create an opening.”<br>
“Of course my liege.”<br>
Wyatt nodded and gave another glance at his surroundings. “Do you think you have enough men to complete the task?”<br>
The leader hesitated slightly. “I believe so…but once we have eliminated them all, we may need more to help with the over throw of the city.”<br>
“Yes, I am rallying more for that, but we need not worry yet. One task at a time. Continue the work and await my call.” He paused. “I will check back later, now, I have a very important visit to make.”<br>
And with that, he orbed out, his bright blue lights a contrast to the surrounding darkness.

“We will leave none alive, my liege.” The leader muttered as he returned to his work. “None at all.”<br>
A/N Well there you go! I hope this isn’t moving too slowly, I really want to build the plot up gradually. Reviews are always welcomed!! Shall update soon.

Once again to RedPhoenix- you really do rock! I hope this portrayal of Wyatt was ok, I’m not planning of making him as utterly evil as he may have seemed in the 1st bit, but I hope it’s still decent.

[Nite Owl]

Chapter 8

“Tada!” Chris said, and he laid the last of the food in front of his girlfriend. “My special mushroom omelet, made just for you.”

“Oh, it looks delicious Chris!” she exclaimed, quickly grabbing her fork and taking a bite. “Wow, this is good!”<br>
Chris smirked “But of course. I told you I could cook.” He paused and smiled as he watched her enjoy the food. “Do you want some toast?”<br>
Without waiting for her response, he held out his hand “Toast.” He called. Seconds later the plate appeared in his hand in a swirl of orbs. “I’m so glad I can do that in front of you now,” he muttered “It was hard to remember not to use magic every time we were together.”<br>
Bianca finally laid down her fork. “Agreed.” She said as she took a piece of toast off of the plate “It’ll be so much easier now that I can shimmer to your place. Driving can be such a nuisance.”<br>
“So besides shimmering, what are your powers?” He asked curiously, buttering a piece of toast for himself and taking a large bite. That topic had not entered into their discussion the previous night and he was really beginning to wonder exactly what a phoenix was capable of.

“Well,” she began reluctantly “Like I mentioned most are of a demonic nature…I have fireballs, athame conjuring, the ability to drain another beings powers, advanced reflexes and sensing.”<br>
Chris stared at her for several seconds and she could not read his expression. She hoped he was not put off by the fact that most of her powers served a destructive purpose.

Much to her relief, his face suddenly broke into a smile. “Wow, impressive. Remind me never to make you angry.” He chuckled.

“You could never make me angry, you’re much too cute.” She replied, leaning across the table to give him a tender kiss. “So, what about you angel-boy? What powers are you hiding?”<br>
With a sigh, Chris began to fidget with the table cloth. “Wyatt’s the powerful one.” He muttered “I’m nothing in comparison.”<br>
“I don’t care about Wyatt, I care about you. Just tell me Chris.” Bianca retuned, frowning slightly. Although Chris had mentioned him often, she had never actually met his older brother. She had, however, always had the sense that there was a deep animosity between the two; now she knew why.

Wyatt was more powerful, their father favored him; Chris was jealous.
“Fine” the boy replied quietly “I can obviously orb, I also have telekinesis- both orbing and regular- invisibility, sensing, healing, glamouring, hovering and this weird lighting bolt thing that I have never been able to control.”<br>
Bianca looked at him in disbelief. She never would have guessed that Chris possessed so much power- and if he possessed this much, she could only wonder what his brother was capable of.

“That’s amazing.”<br>
He shrugged. “Not really, telekinesis is the only wiccan power. I’m hardly a witch at all.”<br>
“What do you mean?”<br>
Chris sighed again and bit his lip nervously. She could tell that this was a topic he would rather avoid.

“I mean that almost all of my powers are whitelighter powers, I’m useless as a witch. I can cast spells and mix potions, but that’s about it.” He replied, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I don’t understand.” Bianca stated. “Hovering is a wiccan power…and what about the lightening thing?”<br>
With a shake of his head, Chris began to explain. “First of all, Levitation is a wiccan power- hovering is a whitelighter power. It may seem the same, but its works differently. Even telekinesis could be both…but I like to think that I at least inherited something from my mother’s side, and the lightening thing is defiantly a whitelighter power- well, technically an elder power…”

“Elder? You’re half elder?” she said in disbelief “Chris, that’s amazing, you must be the only one.”<br>
“Yeah. Horary for me.” Chris replied un enthuastically. “Actually, I think that’s why my whitelighter side is so dominant. When Wyatt was born, my father was just a whitelighter, so Wyatt has a balance of both. But then my father was promoted, and I think that elder genes are more powerful than the witch genes, so I’m not balanced at all.”<br>
Bianca nodded and took another bite of her delicious omelet. “Well, in my opinion that’s a good thing. You can take whitelighter duties over vanquishing- that’s nasty work sometimes, trust me. And besides,” she added, her voice dropping to a whisper “I personally find the whole angel thing a turn on.”<br>
After starring at her silently for several seconds he suddenly burst out in to laughter. Bianca was glad to see a smile return to his face. “Good to know.” He replied “So does that mean you wouldn’t object to an angel taking you out for nice romantic dinner Monday night?”<br>
“Not at all.” She leaned towards him again for another kiss, but stopped seconds before their lips met. A jiggling sound, almost like bells echoed in the kitchen, causing the two lovers to jump apart.”<br>
“What the-?” Bianca questioned

Chris, however, knew exactly what it meant, and he gave a slight wince. “I hate to cut this short, but that means the elders want to see me…I’ll be back later, after I see what they want, and then go to the manor to tell my Grandfather I’m okay…he’s probably wondering why I didn’t come home last night…”

“Alright, I’ll see you later angel- boy.” She said, smiling playfully.

The boy rolled his eyes and, with a quick peck on the cheek, orbed out in a beautiful shower of blue.

‘I hope the he doesn’t get called up there often’ Bianca thought sadly, as she began to pick at the remains of her breakfast.

********

Chris materialized ‘up there’ in front of the doors to the main councils chambers.

“You are requested inside.” The guard informed him curtly

With out hesitation, Chris pushed open the heavy white doors, and found himself before a panel of six elders.

“Ah, Christopher, excellent. I see that you received our call.” The oldest, centrally placed elder said quietly as the boy approached.

“Yes sir.” He replied, addressing man who had spoken. “Why did you summon me?” His tone was somewhat clipped- he had still not forgiven them for assigning him extra charges, and he hoped that he had not been called up to receive any more

“Patience young one.” The elder muttered serenely, before continuing. “We merely wished to see how your new charges were working out…the last one in particular, she is a special case.”<br>
“Bianca?” he whispered, confused as to the meaning of the man’s remark.

“Yes, the phoenix. Most of her kind do not have whitelighters, but we sense that she is not as cold hearted as most- we believe that with your help she will choose good over evil.”<br>
Chris nodded nervously- he was unsure if they knew about the previous connection between him and his charge. He had a strange feeling that they didn’t- he may have only been half whitelighter, but he still doubted that they would approve of the union. “I agree.” He replied slowly “She does not seem corrupted by evil.”<br>
The old man smiled, and several around him began to mutter. “Yes, excellent. She is a powerful force to have on the side of good. We sense that there is a new threat rising, rallying forces in the underworld, and if good is to have a chance, then we must recruit as many as possible.”<br>
Taken aback by this remark, Chris said nothing for several seconds. A new threat? Did that mean a new source? What ever it meant, it could not possibly be a good thing.

Maybe if he told Wyatt, the two of them could look into it and eliminate the problem before it got too bad…<br>
“I understand. I will try.”<br>
“We are sorry to burden you with this, Christopher, but we believe that because of your understanding of witches, you have a better chance of relating to the girl. If she does, however, get out of hand, we will not hesitate to have her vanquished, do not worry.”<br>
Chris’ eyes flashed with rage at the mere thought of anyone threatening Bianca, but he quickly forced his face into his trademark neutral expression. “Anything else you wish to say?” he asked, his teeth slightly clenched. He now wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“No, you are free to go…Do not forget about the assembly meeting on Tuesday.”<br>
“Thank you sir.” Chris muttered, giving a slight bow, before turning and leaving through the big doors; orbing was prohibited within the main chamber.

He had taken only a few steps out of the threshold, however, when he suddenly collided with another figure.

“Sorry” he grumbled, as he picked himself off the white marble floor.

Looking up to see who he had hit, his grim face instantly lit up with a smile.

“Sam!” he exclaimed happily. “Its so nice to see you. Sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.”<br>
“It’s alright.” Sam chuckled, “You living people are always in such a hurry.”<br>
Chris laughed quietly, and gave the older man a quick hug. Sam, the whitelighter father of his Aunt Paige, had always been a great mentor to the young boy. It was he, and not Leo, who had taught him how to heal, and develop his other whitelighter powers after the events of his fourteenth birthday. He had become almost a second grandfather to him.

“Yea, I was about to head back to the manor actually. We should catch up sometime though; I haven’t seen you for awhile.”<br>

[Nite Owl]

Sam looked down sadly. “I have a few more charges now, that’s been keeping me busy. I don’t know if you heard, but ten whitelighters were killed last month- there has been a rise in darklighter attacks- so I volunteered to pick up the slack.”<br>
“Yes, “Chris replied “I had been told about that. I wonder what’s causing it.”<br>
Sam shrugged, “No idea, but hopefully we’ll figure it out soon. I have to go, but I’ll find you during the meeting Tuesday, we can talk.”<br>
“Excellent. See you then.” Chris called, as the older man dissolved into blue orbs.

With a quick look at his surroundings, Chris closed his eyes and orbed to the Halliwell attic.

*****
As soon as Chris reached his destination, he could sense that someone else was there.

He turned around quickly, and was relieved to see that it was only Wyatt, flipping gently through the book of shadows.

“Hey bro, was wondering when you’d get here.” Wyatt said with a smile, looking up from the aged text.

“Hi Wy. What’s up?”<br>
Wyatt silently headed over to the attics couch and gestured for Chris to join him.

As the two brothers sat down, Wyatt gave his reply. “Nothings ‘up’ Chris, I just wanted to come by and see how my little brother was doing. I haven’t seen you in awhile.”<br>
Chris shot him a strange look. “Oh, I’m fine I guess. Keeping busy, got some new charges…”

“Oh, so you’ve talked to the elders recently?” Wyatt interrupted him in mid sentence.

“Yea, just got back from talking to them actually. It was odd, they said something about a new threat rising…do you know anything about it?”<br>
An odd look crossed the older brothers face, and Chris would had almost have believed it to be fear if he hadn’t known Wyatt so well.

Wyatt was afraid of nothing.

“A threat? No, I’m sure if there was one, I’d know.”<br>
“How could you? You’ve been studying in the magic school library; you won’t even let me interrupt you.”<br>
Wyatt gave a quitet laugh. “I always know Chris.”<br>
“Right…well, I’m sure I can tell you more about it after the meeting.”

Wyatt stiffened in his seat, and slowly turned to make eye contact with his brother. “Meeting? When?”<br>
“Tuesday morning, 9:00. Why?”<br>
The older boy shrugged and managed to look nonchalant. “I just like to know what my favorite little bro does with his time.” He paused “You know Chris; I don’t see why you waste your time with all of the whitelighter stuff. We both know that elders are idiots.”<br>
“I do it to help people.” Chris replied, not really wanting to peruse the subject further. That was only part of the reason; the other part was that he knew that was useless as a witch. He wasn’t powerful like Wyatt.

“Chris?” A voice called suddenly, from the bottom floor. “You there?”

Victor was home.

“It’s Grandpa. Wanna see him?” Chris asked Wyatt.

Wyatt shook his head “Nope, no time, got to go.” He responded before quickly orbing out.

Chris sighed- that has certainly been an odd visit…maybe all of those hours of research had finally pushed Wyatt over the edge.

*****
Wyatt orbed back to his underworld lair.

Innocent little Chris had given him the exact information he had needed.

With a wave of his arm, he summoned in the leader of his darklighter army.

“The whitelighters gather Tuesday at 9 am. Be ready.” He stated, sitting down in a near by chair.

Yes. My liege.” The darkligher replied with a low bow, before disappearing from the room.

Wyatt sighed and placed his head in has hands. His plan was finally going to be put in to action, and he knew that he should be thrilled- but something was still eating away at him inside.

He had tried to convince himself on many occasions that nothing mattered; his mother’s death had shown him that good and evil meant nothing- only those with power and authority could survive. He had set his sights on over throwing the mortal world and imposing a new era- one based on power and nothing else.

But there was one problem. Something did matter.

Chris mattered.

And this simple fact alone was what was stopping him from complete detachment from human emotion and morality.

He loved his brother, and no matter what he did, he knew that he would never really stop.

Wyatt knew what he had to do; it was the only way he would allow himself to carry out the plan.

With a wave of his hand he summoned another demon before him. “Litronous, I need you to distract Christopher Halliwell tomorrow night.” He stated, standing up so that his presence would seem more imposing. “Capture him, bring him here, and do not release him until I give the command.”<br>
“But sir.” The demon protested. “He is difficult to capture…I cannot guarantee…”

“You will guarantee it!” Wyatt roared.

He hastily walked over to a near by shelf and cautiously removed a potion from it. “Here.” He handed it to the demon “Hit him with this, it is vaporized darklighter poison, it will knock him out for several hours. Cage him, and await my order.”<br>
Nodding, the demon bowed, and shimmered out of the cave to prepare for his task.

A/N In case you didn’t get that- Wyatt is planning to eliminate all whitelighters during the meeting, and he doesn’t want Chris present (thus the capture)

Also, by Love, I meant brotherly love- so don’t get any ideas…this is not that kind of story

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[Nite Owl]

Hey Grandpa.” Chris said happily as he came down the stairs into the manors living room.

“Chris! Thank God, I was worried…where were you?”<br>
“With Bianca.” He replied, grinning broadly as he made his way over to a nearby chair.

The old man stared at him in shock; this was clearly not the answer he had been expecting. “All night? Did you you- ummm?”<br>
“Yep. We did. But that’s not even the best part.”<br>
Victor laughed and took a seat across from his grandson. “Okay, then what is?”<br>
“You know how I was supposed to meet my new charges?” he began to explain “Well, I met the first two without any problems, but then I was orbed to Bianca’s apartment…”

“You what? Chris, you can’t just expose yourself like that, you should have been more careful! And what about your last charge, you said yourself that you would not let personal issues interfere with your duties.” Victor cut in, not allowing the boy to finish.

Still grinning, Chris shook has head. “No, it wasn’t like that…the elders orbed me to Bianca’s, because, well, she’s my last charge.”<br>
The look of shock on Victor’s face intensified. This made no sense…how could Chris’ girlfriend possibly be one of his charges?

“She…she’s a witch?” he stuttered, the disbelief evident in his voice.

“Yep. We were both shocked at first, but we’ve worked it out, and now we’re happy about the whole thing…no more secrets. It’s great.”<br>
“Wow, that’s certainly…” Victor began, unsure of what to say. “Un expected.”<br>
Chris gave a short laugh at his grandfather’s response. “No kidding. I can’t believe I didn’t realize sooner.”<br>
It was Victor’s turn to laugh “Yea, what happened to all of those magical sensing things you have?”<br>
“I suppose I was too much in love to notice or care.” The boy replied, standing up and heading for the kitchen. “I’m going to garb some stuff for lunch and orb back to Bianca’s. Do you need me to pick up anything on the way home?”


“No I think we’re fine, I’ll go for groceries tomorrow.”
Victor listened as the kitchen door slammed behind Chris.

This had certainly been an unexpected development, and somehow Victor could not suppress a sense of dread forming in the pit of his stomach. He had never told Chris this, but he had been happy to see his grandson in a relationship with a girl he believed to be human. Magic always seemed to complicate life, and he had hopped that Bianca would keep Chris a little more in touch with the mortal world; Victor’s world.

But now, it seemed that the boy was slipping even further away, into a reality that Victor could never understand, and the thought scared him. Chris was his grandson, and he wanted nothing more than to protect him…it was beginning to seem, however, that this was an impossible task. An aging human was no match for the magical evils that Chris faced; the boy was alone, left to bear the Halliwell burden, and there was nothing Victor could do about it.

On top of that worry, Victor feared that this entire situation was becoming much too recognizable.

A witch and her whitelighter…Piper and Leo.

Unfortunately, the earlier example had not ended well and he hoped that a similar fate did not await Chris and Bianca. Although Victor would never admit it to Chris, in his opinion boy quite a bit like his father (well, the Leo he remembered from when Piper had first married him), but he hoped that the boy would have enough sense not to leave his family, no matter how demanding his job got.

With a sigh, the old man stood up and walked towards the kitchen, hoping to wish Chris goodbye before he left. He opened the wooden doors and surveyed the room, only to see a faint trickle of blue rising up towards the ceiling.

Chris was gone, and Victor couldn’t follow.

*****

Bianca put the last of the dishes in the sink and decided that she should tidy up the living room a bit before Chris got back. She hadn’t really given her apartment a good cleaning in a month, and she figured that if Chris was going to be spending a lot more time there, she should at last make it presentable.

She dried her hands and swiftly left the kitchen. The feelings of happiness had not yet left her, and she realized, that for the first time in a long while, she could truthfully say that life was great.

As she stepped out into the living room, her lighthearted mood was instantly quashed.

Elizabeth.

Her mother’s sister, and perhaps least favorite relative, was standing near the book shelf, looking through Bianca’s Grimoire.

When she heard Bianca enter, the middle aged woman instantly looked up. “There you are sweetie.” She said, her voice dripping with false kindness. “Just thought I’d come by for a nice visit.”<br>
Bianca rolled her eyes.

Elizabeth’s visits were never nice.

“Yes, well what do you want, I’m kind of busy.” The girl snapped, folding her arms and taking a defensive stance.

Elizabeth gave a cool laugh, and gently placed the book back in its rightful spot. “How can you be busy? You hardly even come with on missions anymore. Your mother would not approve.”<br>
“Leave her out of this.” Bianca shot back.

The older woman laughed again, and a chill ran down Bianca’s spine. “You’re right, there is something I want.” Elizabeth stated, moving closer to her niece. “There is a new power rising in the underworld, he wants all who can fight to sear allegiance to him. He has requested the aid of our coven, and I know that you will serve him well. You may not like to kill Bianca. But you do possess a natural talent for it.”

The girl scoffed. This was a ridiculous request. She wanted no part in this, she wanted to distance herself from her dark past and move on to a better future; a future with Chris.

“No thanks, tell the new power to find someone else.” She replied, gazing coolly into her aunts dead grey eyes “I’ve moved on.”<br>
“You cannot deny who you are Bianca,” the woman protested, her anger growing from Bianca’s insufferable behavior. “You were born to kill. You are good for nothing else. You are worthless.”<br>
Bianca drew in a deep breath, and fought back the lump growing in her throat. She knew that she should not listen to her Aunt, but the woman had voiced what she herself was currently battling with, and it had really struck a nerve.

She was meant to kill.

She knew that…but she didn’t want to embrace it. She had Chris, her beacon of good, and he believed that she was something more. ‘That was enough’ she re assured herself.

“I said no, now get the hell out of my apartment, and don’t come back.” Bianca shouted suddenly, forming a fireball threatinengly in her had.

If Elizabeth had been ten years younger, she would have challenged the girl. But with her youth had gone her perfect reflexes and strength; Bianca could probably kill her if she wanted, and that was why she needed the girl on their side.

“Fine.” Elizabeth spat, before giving her niece one final glare, and shimmering out.

Bianca gave a sigh of relief. She was glad that Chris had not been there for this; Elizabeth hated good beings even more than she hated humans. Bianca knew that she would not hesitate to kill Chris if she were to ever find out about them.

She heard the sound of chimes from the kitchen.

“Bianca?” Chris called. “I’m back.”<br>
The girl turned and headed in his direction, relieved that he had not decided to return two minutes earlier.

That was a situation she was certainly happy to avoid.

A/N so this is what I do instead of studying…*bad Leigh*

This was a bit of a filler, but I needed to lead up to the action ahead, I think the next chapter should be an eventful one!

Thanks to those who gave me some feed back, I’m glad to know that people like this.
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[Nite Owl]

CHAPTER 10

Chris orbed in to the living room of Bianca’s apartment, a small bunch of white roses in his hand. It was Monday evening, and he was here to pick her up for the date they had arranged; dinner at a nice romantic restaurant, and perhaps something after…if he was lucky.

“Ah, right on time, as usual.” Bianca said with a smile as she came out of her room, putting in her second earring. She gave him a quick kiss, and he handed her the flowers sheepishly. There were only seven, that was all he could afford to buy, and he wished that he could have given her more.

She deserved all of the roses in the world.

“Thanks Chris, they’re lovely.” She gushed, acting unusually girly, as she set them in a pick vase on her table. “Shall we?”

“We shall.”

Bianca linked her arm in his and smiled. “You drive.”

He gave her one of his gorgeous smiles, and orbed them out of the room and into the alley way behind the restaurant.

“Sorry” he muttered as he surveyed the dismal surroundings, “This is the only safe place I could think of to orb…I’m sure that the ambiance inside will be much nicer.”<br>
Bianca laughed and grabbed hold of his hand as they headed for the entrance of the very trendy new San Franciscan restaurant. Many other young couples were standing out side waiting to get in, and she could hear the faint music coming from the inside.

“Um, Chris? This place is busy, how are you planning to get us in.”<br>
He merely grinned and dragged her forward.

“May I help you?” the rather snooty manager asked as they pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

“Yes, actually.” Chris replied, still smiling. “My name is Christopher Halliwell, I’m Victor Bennett’s grandson, I believe that he talked to you earlier today.”<br>
The manager’s face instantly lit up at the mention of Victor’s name. “Ah yes, of course. It’s wonderful to meet you Chris; he’s told me so much about you. You and your lovely lady can follow me right this way; I had a table set special for you.”

Bianca stared at Chris in shock as the two began to follow the older man across the restaurant. “Does he know your grandfather?”<br>
“Yea, he and Grandpa were old friends, and he even pitched in some money to get this place going…so I asked him to pull a few favors, I want this to be perfect.”<br>
The girl beamed.

It was already a perfect evening. Time spent with Chris was always perfect.

“You’re amazing.” She whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek as they continued to walk.

“Here you go.” The manager said suddenly, directing Bianca’s attention away from Chris. They had stopped in front of a gauzy white curtain, and she could see a soft glow on the other side.

With a sweep of his hand, the manager drew back the material to reveal a small room, with only one table for two. Candles lined the walls and the same white material was draped gracefully across the table; it was absolutely beautiful, and Bianca found herself at a loss for words.

“Our most requested private room.” The man informed him as he stepped aside, allowing the couple to enter. “Please enjoy, someone will be by soon to take your orders.”

“Thank you very much.” Chris said politely as the manager walked off. He than pulled out one of the chairs for Bianca, before taking the other for himself.

“Oh Chris, this is too much.” She breathed, still trying to absorb her surroundings.

He tenderly took her delicate hand in his and smiled. “Nothing is too much for you.” He replied softly. “I love you Bianca, and I want this to be special. This week had been so hectic, and I want us to start fresh, we have nothing to hide anymore, and I love you even more than I ever have-”<br>
Bianca stared at him for several seconds, as she went over what he had just said.

He loved her.

Despite everything that she had done, every thing that she was, this wonderful, perfect angel loved her. She could hardly believe it. She didn’t deserve this.

“I love you too.” She whispered back. “So much.”<br>
She could hardly resist the urge to push him against the wall and kiss him madly, but she knew that such things could wait for later. Reaching for the menu as a distraction from her unholy thoughts, she began to read the options.

This was truly shaping up to be the perfect evening.
******
Litronious had been a demon for almost two hundred years, and he had not failed a mission yet. But for some reason, he still felt a nagging fear as he collected the supplies he needed to capture tonight’s target.

This was going to be a particularly tricky mission. The target was not just any boy; he was after Christopher Halliwell, brother of Lord Wyatt, and a very powerful witch-whitelighter.

Litronious knew that he had to be careful.

He had to not only avoid his own death, but also the death of Christopher; if the boy died, Lord Wyatt would come after him with a vengeance.

Grabbing the vaporized poison he had been given for the task, and strapping a dagger to his leg, the demon shimmered out of the cave, hoping that this day was not his last.

******

Chris and Bianca left the restaurant several hours after their arrival, both feeling extremely elated. The dinner had exceeded even Bianca’s highest expectations, and she now found herself feeling more desire than she could ever remember.

She had met the most perfect guy in the entire world, and he was all hers.

“So, what do you say we head to the alley way and get back to my place?” she giggled, gripping her boyfriends hand tightly. “As fast as humanly possible.”<br>
“I think you mean as fast as supernaturally possibly.” He joked as the two rounded the dark corner, away from prying eyes.

Much to his relief the alley appeared deserted. He smiled at Bianca and was just about to begin his orb, when a loud crashing noise caused him to freeze. Bianca tensed at his side, and both looked frantically around the alley.

“Any one there?” Chris called into the darkness, hoping that the noise had been caused by a human or animal, rather than by something else.

There was no reply.

The couple exchanged a nervous glance, and continued to squint into the darkness, looking for any sign of movement.

Chris quickly tapped into his whitelighter senses, and a feeling of dread over took him as he realized that they did indeed have an un welcomed visitor.

“Show yourself coward.” He demanded, his voice portraying more confidence than he felt.

An eerie silence enveloped them, and his comment again revived no reply.

Un willing to take any more of this nonsense, Chris growled with frustration and shot out his left hand towards the wall. A stream of bight blue lightening shot from it, illuminating the area.

He could see it now.

[Nite Owl]

A big ugly demon, heading in their direction.

Allowing the lightening to stop, Chris used his other hand to fling the creature into the brick wall with a sickening thud. “I’ll give you one second to shimmer out of here before I fry your sorry ass.” The boy threatened, hoping that he sounded imposing; as he had said on many occasions, vanquishes were not his strength.

Bianca gave a small groan, and quickly moved to Chris’ side. She knew that he was trying, but she also knew from his weak threat that he was too much of a pacifist to cause any serous damage; he needed her.

An athame flashed into her out stretched hand, and without hesitation, she appeared next to the demon, holding it up threateningly.

“Tell us what you want.” She demanded, her eyes flashing with rage at the demon that has ruined their wonderful night.

To her surprise the creature merely laughed. “Step aside girl. I’m here for him.” And before she had time to react, it hurled a potion bottle at Chris.

“Orb.” She yelled, turning worriedly toward him, her attention now off the creature.

Chris, luckily did as he was told, and appeared seconds later, safely away from what ever grey mist that erupted from the bottle. Relieved, she turned back to the demon, only to see him draw a knife and hurl his massive body at Chris.

Fully engulfed by her rage, Bianca shimmered between the two and brutally stabbed her own knife into its gut. Its eyes bulged out with surprise and pain.

She smirked as she watched it suffer. “That’ll teach you to mess with my whitelighter.”

The creature let out a cry of agony and erupted into flames, leaving behind a small pile of ash.

“Well, that sucked.” The girl muttered, vanishing the knife and turning back to Chris. He had pushed himself up against a far corner of the alley, his eyes wide. “Chris? What’s wrong?” she asked, as she walked over to him.

“The potion,” he whispered weakly, “Darkligher poison.”<br>
Bianca stared at him with confusion until the significance of what he had said hit her. The bottle the demon had thrown had contained darkligher poison, obviously intended for him. In a panic, she grabbed his wrist, and shimmered him out of the alley way and into her apartment.

*******
Chris moaned with pain and collapsed on to the couch. His head was throbbing even worse than it had been in the alley way, and a burning sensation tore across his entire body.

“Chris!” Bianca cried, knelling at his side. “Did you breathe the poison in? What can I do?”<br>
He shook his head slowly. “No. there wasn’t enough to harm me, I just felt weak form the contamination in the air.” His head was slowly returning to normal as he drew in several deep breaths. As he looked over at the worried Bianca, a thought suddenly struck him. He hesitated.

“You shimmered me back.” Chris stated quietly, avoiding her gaze.

“Yes, so?”<br>
The boy drew in another deep breath. “I can’t shimmer.” He muttered, hoping the news wouldn’t upset her. “It hurts me. Whitelighters don’t respond well to demonic powers.”<br>
Bianca looked down at the floor. “Oh, I’m sorry.”<br>
“It’s fine, you didn’t know…neither did I really. I just knew that it was forbidden; now I know why.”<br>
Bianca could not help but feel angry at herself; she had tried to help, and in doing so had caused him even more pain. She was just as bad as the monster that had attacked him.

“Bianca, please don’t be upset.” He whispered, forcing himself up into a seated position. “You saved me. You’re amazing; I never could have killed that thing alone.”

“But Chris, I’m-”<br>
She had barely begun her sentence when he cut her off with a feverish kiss. “Amazing.” He whispered as he pulled away. She smiled sadly back at him, feeling lost in his beautiful green eyes.

She really did not deserve him.

The two drew together again, this time for an even deeper kiss, and Bianca soon found herself positioned on top oh him on the tiny couch.

“How about we continue this elsewhere.” He muttered his voice thick with desire. And as they kissed once again, he orbed them both to Bianca’s spacious bed.

She pushed him down roughly and began to unbutton her shirt, discarding it as quickly as she could. She wanted to be close to him, and the clothing suddenly seemed like a hostile barrier, keeping them apart. He too discarded with his and soon they were kissing passionately, the feeling of skin on skin exciting them both.

“Bianca.” He moaned as he cupped her beautiful face in his hands.

The girl smiled, and they kissed again, every second growing more intense than the last.

She knew that this was perfection.

That this was meant to be.

********
It was Bianca that awoke first this time.

The pervious night, despite the slight demon hitch, had been better than any she had experienced before, and the pure excitement of it all made any further sleep seem impossible.

She was filled with such warmth and satisfaction, and she realized suddenly that after Chris, no other would do. He was exactly who she needed, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life in his arms.

“Muuumph.” Chris groaned, his green eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning sleepy head.” She said playfully, amused by his groggy state. “I think I tired you out this time.”<br>
He tried to laugh. “Hardly. What time is it?”

Bianca glanced at the clock. “8:45. Why?”<br>
“@#%$.” Chris gasped, instantly springing to life. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”<br>
“A meeting?” she inquired “You don’t work.”<br>Rolling his eyes, he frantically began to gather up his clothes. “I have a whitelighter meeting. And I do have a job; I just don’t get paid for it.”<br>
She chucked slightly as she watched him get dressed. “Okay, sorry.” She smirked. “So, can I come with you? I don’t want to be left alone again.”<br>
Chris shot her a sympathetic look as he did up the final button of his white shirt. “I wish you could, but its whitelighters only. No one else is even allowed ‘up there’.”<br>
“Up there?” she asked. “You mean, you have meetings in heaven?”<br>
“Something like that…listen, I’ll be back later, don’t worry.” He gave her a good bye kiss and a reassuring smile before orbing out.

Bianca sighed; it saddened her to think there was an entire part of Chris’ life with which she could have no involvement. Even though they now knew each others secret, they were yet to overcome all of the barriers between them.

******
Wyatt orbed into the darklighters’ chamber.

Almost three hundred had gathered, all eager to take part in this phase of his plan; to eliminate whitelighters once and for all. He would finally rid the world of those nuisances that claimed to protect the greater good, and could then continue with his ultimate quest.

He glanced at his watch; it was 9:00 exactly.

Raising his hands above his head, he focused all of his power towards his task. He created a connection to the neutral plane and reached out form there to the heavenly one. Exerting great effort, he managed to create a rift, big enough for all to travel through.

“Now.” He cried, closing his eyes from the pain that was beginning to build.

On his command, all present dark orbed from the chamber, their arrows dripping in poison, ready to do what their kind had dreamt of for centuries.

A/N Phew, I’m tired, but I felt so inspired today that I just had to write this.


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[Nite Owl]

Chris appeared outside the main chamber where he had met with the elders only a few days earlier. Many whitelighters had already gathered, and the loud buzz of hundreds of conversations filled the air. This was only the second meeting that Chris had been asked to attend since taking up whitelighter duties last year, but if the last one was anything to judge by, he knew that he was in for a long, boring day of pointless debate.

With a sigh, he glanced nervously around; seeing this many whitelighters in one place made him feel slightly nervous. He knew that there were still those who were angered by the elder’s choice to allow him to assume whitelighter duties- traditionalists believed that such things should be left only to those who had died to become guardians. Chris wasn’t dead, nor had he committed any great deeds; he had merely been born a whitelighter. Some argued that this simple fact was not enough to warrant him joining their ranks.

But in the end, it had come down to the elder’s decision, and, probably after much tedious debate; they had decided to allow him full whitelighter status. Many had believed that his father being a member of the council had had something to do with it, but Chris knew that this likely was not the case; Leo had never really cared about his youngest son.

In his opinion, the elders had allowed him to join out of desperation. The past three years had witnessed more whitelighter casualties than the last two decades combined- numbers were in a continual state of decline, and since Chris was able to perform all of the necessary duties, they had needed his assistance.

Suddenly remembering his run in with Sam, Chris began to survey the room in hopes of spotting the older man somewhere in the crowd. He caught sight of him several meters away, and began to head in that direction, happy for the opportunity to catch up with his old mentor. Chris had not taken more than five steps, however, when he felt a firm hand clap down on his shoulder.

Turning abruptly, he instantly felt his happiness dissipate.

It was Leo.

“Christopher, I’m glad I found you,” Leo began, his voice full of its typical formality.

Chris frowned, and crossed his arms across his chest. “Don’t call me Christopher.” he muttered with annoyance, before adding “What do you want?”

The older man had apparently missed his son’s coldness, and continued to speak with a serene smile plastered across his face. “I want to apologize, for the fight we had the other day. It was wrong of me to loose my temper. I am sorry if I upset you. That was not my intent.”<br>
“Okay, sure.” Chris scoffed his position still defensive. “I have to go meet someone, goodbye Leo.”<br>
And with that he turned away from his father and continued towards Sam. He knew that Leo had meant well by apologizing, but somehow Chris did not feel any better about the situation. One sorry didn’t make up for what he had said about Bianca, nor did it compensate for years of neglect.

His father had always used words to deal with every thing…it was part of being an elder he supposed… but in Chris’ opinion letters and conversations meant nothing. It was action that counted; and Leo had never been one for action.

“Hello Chris!” Sam exclaimed warmly as he caught sight of the boy. “I’m glad you found me, I was getting worried.”<br>
Chris smiled. Sam was always genuinely happy to see him; he had always been more of a father to Chris than Leo.

He was a man of both words, and action.

“Yea, I just got here a few minutes ago, I was at Bianca’s. Slept in.” Chris replied sheepishly.

Sam raised an eye brow, and fought back the smile forming on his lips. “So, how is Bianca?”<br>
“Good.” The boy gave a nervous glance around. “I really need to tell you what happened the other day, but this is not a good place…I’ll tell you after the meeting.”<br>
“Okay…” Sam responded, shooting Chris an inquisitive look. “So, shall we head inside then, and get some seats?”<br>
“Yea, sure.” Chris sighed, unhappily reminded of why he was there. After his eventful week, he really wasn’t in the mood to listen to the inane chatter of the oh so mighty elders.

The two headed for the large white doors, and entered the main chamber where Chris had been summoned only a few days ago. The room now looked much different. Instead of simply having one long table at the end, it was filled with white marble bleachers that almost reached the ceiling and enough tables in the centre for all of the elders.

Several whitelighters had already seated them selves throughout, and Chris began to head for one of the highest rows, Sam following close behind. According to whitelighter protocol, the lower your rank, the higher up you were expected to sit at the meetings- that meant that Chris was supposed to sit almost at the top. “You don’t have to come all the way up here if you don’t want to.” He said, turning around to face Sam. “You’ve earned the right to sit near the front.” It was true, Sam was among the oldest whitelighters, and had more than a century of good deeds behind him.

The older man chuckled quietly. “Hey, I’d rather sit with you. It is a shame that we hardly get to see each other anymore.”<br>
Nodding, Chris continued his trek, an insuppressible grin on his face.

It was nice to know that someone, besides his grandfather and Bianca, actually enjoyed his company.

“At last.” Chris muttered, as he reached the second last row. Both men took a seat, slightly winded from the steep climb.

“So, do you have any idea what this meeting is about?” Chris inquired, turning to his companion.

Sam shook his head. “Not really, but I’m guessing that it has something to do with this new force of evil. The elders have sensed power in the underworld, but it has somehow prevented them for discovering exactly what it is. Maybe they’ve found something out. Did your father say anything about it?”<br>
“No” Chris replied quietly. “The only thing my father ever tells me is how much he disapproves of every thing I do.”<br>
“Still no improvement, huh?”<br>
“No, no improvement at all.”<br>
*************
It was exactly 9:00.

The chamber was filled to the brim with almost every whitelighter in existence; all sitting in silence, waiting for the meeting to be called to order.

A quiet buzz filled the room as the elders entered, dressed in white robes, their expressions somber. Chris could see his father standing near the back, looking up into the crowd.

‘Maybe he’s looking for me’ a small voice in Chris head said hopefully. ‘Of course he’s not’ a darker voice said bitterly. ‘He has never cared, and he never will.’<br>
Chris was broken away from his thoughts as the head elder stepped forth, causing all present to direct their attention towards him.

“Friends” he called into the crowd, his voice grim, and his wrinkled blue eyes full of sorrow. “We have come across dark times.”<br>
Chris and Sam exchanged a tense look.

This did not sound good.

“We have sensed a dark power rising, and we fear that even our collective strength will not be enough to suppress it, and we-”

The elder’s sentence cut off suddenly, and even from his high vantage point, Chris could see a look of pain cross the old mans face.

“You’re right.” Another, darker voice bellowed, filling the chamber and giving a chill to all present. “I can not be stopped.”<br>
The head elder crumpled lifelessly on to the floor- two poisonous arrows were lodged in his back.

A stunned silence filled the room, and even the elders were too much in shock to react.

The body less voice laughed.

Chris froze…there was something familiar about that laugh…he just couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

“This is the end.” The voice bellowed his tone triumphant.

As if on cue, more than three hundred darklighters appeared at the threshold to the chamber- all armed with deadly arrows- ready to kill.

Chris felt a sickening panic over take him; the chamber was made so that none could orb from it- and that meant that they were all trapped. His mind instantly jumped to the thought of Bianca, he could almost see her beautiful face- the face he was sure that he would never see again.

It wasn’t fair- he was finally happy, something had finally gone right- and now it was all going to end.

The darklighters stormed into the room, arrows flying from their bows into the crowed bleachers.

Death was all around.

[Nite Owl]

Whitelighters were falling.

‘Dad.’ A voice in his head screamed.

Chris looked down at the elders on the ground floor- he could see flashes of blue lightening- some darklighters were struck down- but not enough.

Not nearly enough.

They were horribly out numbered, and only the elders had enough power to even fight back.

He had to help.

“I’m going down there.” Chris stated, turning toward Sam- I need to do what I can.

“Chris-” Sam began his voice full of worry as he looked at the boy who he had come to think of as a son. He wanted to tell him not to go-to say as far away as possible- to hide and hope that he would be spared. But he knew that the boy would never listen. “Be careful.”<br>
Chris nodded. “You too.” he fought back tears and began to make his way down to the bottom, going against the crowd that was now pushing up. He turned back and gave Sam one final glance.

“It will be okay.” Chris muttered to himself as he continued his decent. “It has to be okay.”

Arrows continued to fly, a female whitelighter to Chris’s left was struck in the shoulder, and the boy could only watch as she crumpled to the ground. He wanted to stop…to try and help…but there was not time.

Chris finally arrived on the ground floor.

He focused his power, and drew upon all of his strength. A particularly large darklighter was coming towards him, its bow ready to shoot. Chris flung out his left hand- blue lightening flung from it and struck the brute square on the chest- causing him to disintegrate into a pile of ash.

The boy frantically surveyed the scene.

He could see Leo, a few meters away- still standing and fighting. Other elders were crumpled around his feet, and pools of blood stained the white marble floors. More than half of the whitelighters were already slain- lying lifelessly throughout the chamber- and the darklighters had not stopped pouring through the door.

The voice had been right- this was the end.

A/N So this is sort of part one of the big massacre- I should have the second part up really soon…I had originally planned to post them together, but I think it’s better if I divide it up a bit.

Hope this was ok, PLEASE REVIEW!

RedPhoenix- Wow, you really do keep me going! Dude, you are so awesome, your reviews are the most useful (and flattering) that I’ve ever had!!! But don’t feel like you have to review, lol, and certainly don’t apologize for missing updates. (School really does suck, eh?)

I am so glad to hear that you liked the fight scene, I’ve never really attempted one before, and I wasn’t sure how effective it was…glad to have your input! And I too wish that the WB had perused these characters more…thus I am writing this as a substitute for what I would have liked them to do. (Wouldn’t it be awesome if they did a spin off series, that focused on Chris and Bianca!? I’d love that!)

P.S. More Chris- Victor moments coming up, just for you!!

Thanks again.

-Leigh

[Nite Owl]

Chris fired bolt after bolt of energy into the crowd of approaching darklighters- he had hit a few, and even vanquished some, but there were just too many to defeat. Who ever had planned this had planned it well- somehow they had figured out exactly when this meeting was to be held- so that it could eliminate almost every whitelighter in existence.
This great evil had found out exactly when and where to attack- and had even found a way to get darklighters onto the heavenly plane- that was supposed to be impossible, only whitelighters could even make contact with it.

Something about the entire situation made no sense.

Chris struck another darklighter- vanquishing it completely before it could fully raise its deadly bow. Giving a small sigh of relief, he took a few steps back to further himself from the destructive horde.

“Chris.” A voice whispered breathlessly behind him.

He turned to see his father, looking drained form the effort of fighting- but, thankfully, still alive.

“Try to get out of here. I don’t want you hurt.” The older man said, his eyes narrowed as he fired a bolt at a nearby darklighter. “Please Chris.” There was a definite tone of desperation in his voice.

“I’m not leaving.” Chris replied stubbornly, shooting out more blue lightening.

“I didn’t know that you could do that.” Leo muttered, starring at his son in awe.

“Yea, I inherited quite a bit from my old man.”<br>
Leo gave him a small smile, and despite every thing that was happening, Chris could not suppress the warmth growing inside of him.

Leo did care after all.

‘And I care too’ Chris admitted to himself as he continued the fight. Regardless of everything that Leo had, and had not, done his entire life, Chris knew that he still loved him.

He was his father- the only father he would every really have.

It was too bad that it had taken a situation like this to make him realize that.

The room was growing quieter and quieter by the second, and the foul stench of death filled the air. Those who were still alive either cowered in fear, or fought on bravely, but Chris knew that they could never win. Whitelighters were not killers; they were made to help not hurt. If Chris did make it out of this alive, he knew that he would not rest until he had hunted down whoever had been responsible for all of this pain.

He heard an anguished cry from behind him, and he turned abruptly- the sight that met him spread a cold rush of fear across his body. His father had been hit.

Leo crumpled to the floor, an arrow lodged deeply in his chest.

“Dad!” Chris cried, instantly rushing to the man’s side. “Please don’t die. I need you to stay alive.” He whispered, a large lump forming in his throat.

The older man gave his son a weak smile. “Don’t give up yet. Keep fighting. You can heal me later.” He paused, wincing as the poison began to spread throughout his body. “I love you Chris. I’m sorry I wasn’t around to tell you that more often.”<br>
“No” Chris whispered, tears beginning to fall. “No goodbyes yet. Arrow.” With Chris’ call, the arrow dissolved in a swirl of blue orbs and landed several meters away. He put his hands over Leo’s wound and tried to fill himself with thoughts of love…thoughts of Bianca.

The golden glow soon came, and began to close the bloody gash.

“Almost done, hang in there.” He muttered, looking down at his father- the colour was slowly returning to his face. “You’re gonna be okay.”<br>
The wound was almost entirely closed when Leo’s green eyes suddenly grew wide with fear. “Chris, watch-” he gasped.

But his warning came too late.

A darklighter had noticed the boy’s preoccupation with the man on the ground, and had taken hold of the opportunity.

Chris let out a cry of pain as he felt an arrow strike his back.

This was it.

This was the end.

The boy collapsed onto the hard marble floor next to his father- he could feel the poison seeping slowly into his system- it was becoming hard to move- hard to keep his eyes open.

Using the last of his strength he weakly grasped Leo’s hand.

Soon they could both join his mother, and they could all be happy- finally he’d have the perfect family he had never had in life.

For eternity.

“I love you too dad.” He said quietly, before letting the world fade into darkness.

**********

Wyatt surveyed the scene before him. Most of the whitelighters had been killed now, and the few that remained knew that they too were doomed.

His plan had gone perfectly.

He had managed to create an opening in the planes, the darklighters had arrived ‘up there’ right on time, and now the useless beings of ‘good’ were finally about to be eliminated once and for all.

Wyatt had not organized this attack for the simple reason of killing whitelighters- no, there was a much greater purpose behind it that that. The annihilation of whitelighters meant that witches everywhere were left unprotected. They would be easier to control.

Even better than that, Wyatt would be the only one left who could heal the wounded- and that meant that it was he, and he alone, who decided who lived, and who died.

That was a very important power to have.

The young man smirked, as he saw yet another whitelighter fall to the ground. There was blood covering almost every surface of the once white room; seeping slowly from the bodies that lay haphazardly throughout.

He began to walk, stepping carelessly over the dead and wounded- his face devoid of any emotion. He saw death all around, and he felt nothing.

“We’re almost finished my liege.” The leader of the group informed him as he approached. “All will be dead before the next hour.”<br>
Wyatt nodded. “Yes. I am pleased with your work. Did you suffer many casualties?”<br>
“Not too many. We can quickly recover. The elders were responsible for most- their lightening is more deadly than I would have thought.”<br>
“Have you eliminated all of them?” Wyatt asked hopefully.

A triumphant look crossed the leaders face. “Yes. We made certain to kill the ones with defensive powers first- the elders, and a boy who seemed to possess their strength.”<br>
Wyatt felt his heart rate suddenly begin to increase. There were no young elders, unless…<br>
“A boy? How old?”<br>
“I did not get a good look at him my liege, but I would say that he was fast approaching manhood.”<br>
“Take me to him.” Wyatt roared, unable to keep his emotions in check. It wasn’t possible…he had sent one of his best demons to capture Chris- the boy was not a fighter- he could never have escaped…<br>
With a slow nod, the leader led the way across the blood stained floor.

“Here my liege.”<br>
Wyatt looked down and a paralyzing fear crossed his body. “No!” he cried out, flinging himself at the boy’s side. “Chris. No.”<br>
“My liege? You know this whitelighter?” The leader questioned, confused by his masters behavior.

“He is not a whitelighter.” Wyatt snarled, sending the arrow hurling across the room and placing his hands over Chris back. “He is my brother.”

He closed his eyes, and focused all of his power towards Chris. He wasn’t dead- not yet- Wyatt would have felt it. But he was close- another minute and he undoubtedly would have lost the one thing that still mattered.

Much to his relief, a golden glow began to emit from his out stretched hands, slowly pulling the younger Halliwell back to consciousness.

Chris eyes shot open, and he gasped for breath. “Dad?” He wheezed, trying to refocus his vision.

Wyatt sighed; Chris was okay. “It’s me, Wyatt.”<br>
“Wyatt?” Chris questioned, obviously confused by his brothers presence. “Did you save me?”<br>
“Yea, I guess I did.” Wyatt replied with a small smile. He had done exactly what his mother had always told him to do- he had kept her baby alive.

“Dad. Wyatt, you have to save dad. He’s hurt.” Chris’ voice was groggy, and it was evident that the effects of the poison had not completely worn off.


The relief Wyatt felt instantly dissipated at the mention of their father. Glancing around, he saw that the man was lying unconscious, next to Chris. Wyatt had failed to notice him earlier, just like his dad had failed to notice him for the past ten years.

“Chris,” Wyatt began slowly “We don’t need him anymore. We never really did. He doesn’t deserve to be saved.”<br>
**********

Chris instantly became more awake and he managed to struggle away from Wyatt, his eyes narrowed with confusion. Trying to ignore what his older brother had said, he turned towards Leo and began to heal him himself.

Within seconds, the man began to stir.

Relieved that his father would be okay, Chris quickly averted his attention back to Wyatt.

Something was defiantly wrong.

Why was he here?

Why hadn’t he cared about Leo?

Why did he seem unconcerned about the slaughter around them?

“Wyatt, you know what happened, don’t you?” He stated, his green eyes searching Wyatt’s cool blue ones.

“Chris, I-” the older brother stumbled and he looked down at Chris. He loved him, and he did not want Chris to know what had truly happened- know that he had been the cause of all this. He was going to tell him, but not like this. Not now. He needed Chris to be on his side. “You weren’t supposed to be here.” He whispered.

“What?”<br>
“You weren’t supposed to get hurt- you weren’t supposed to know…”

Chris stared at Wyatt. ‘It’s not possible’ his head screamed ‘Wyatt is your brother, your protector…he’s good’. But as he continued to look into those cold blue eyes, it became hard to deny his brothers involvement. It all made perfect sense…a new dark power was rallying forces, gaining allies…a power that was stronger than any that had been seen before.

[Nite Owl]

His Aunt Phoebe’s words were echoing in his head. ‘Angels aren’t always angels’ she had said…Chris finally knew what she meant…she had been trying to warn him…about Wyatt…<br>
“No.” Chris gasped, inching towards his unconscious father. “You planned this; you’re the new evil…”

“Chris, please.” Wyatt begged “Listen to me. I’m not evil; I simply know what must be done. The whole good vs. evil thing is stupid…it is a battle that will never end, and if we allow it to continue, more will die. Just like mom. There must be a new power, a new force, strong enough to unite both sides…”

“By killing whitelighters? What the hell does that achieve?” Chris asked, his eyes flashing with rage.

“It had to be done for a greater purpose.”<br>
“That’s crap Wyatt and you know it.”<br>
There was a long pause.

“Join me Chris.” Wyatt said suddenly, extending an arm towards him. “Help me end it all. We could do great things together.”<br>
“Never.”

Chris’ head was spinning with confusion as he looked at the brother he had grown up with…who he had always trusted and admired. How could he not have seen this? There must have been some signs that Wyatt had turned…he had spoken with him just the other day…how could he not have noticed?

A sickening feeling over came Chris as he was struck by a sudden thought. The other day…he had told Wyatt about the whitelighter meeting when they had talked in the attic.

He was the reason that Wyatt knew exactly when to attack.

He was the reason all of this had happened.

“My liege.” A darklighter said, approaching the brothers, and giving Wyatt a slight bow. “The last ones have been killed.”<br>
Wyatt gave a slow nod. “Thank you. You shall all be rewarded in due time. Now, gather your army, and return to the under world, I will meet with you later.”<br>
With another bow, the darklighter turned away to assemble his troops.

“You’re sick Wyatt.” Chris spat. “You’re half whitelighter, and you have a legion of darklighters under your control, how dare…”

“I’m afraid I’m not really a whitelighter anymore, Chris.” Wyatt interrupted a slight smirk across his face. “You know the rules…when one commits an act like this…” He trailed off, and his smirk quickly became a wide smile. “I always did look better in black, don’t you think?”<br>
“What do you-”<br>
“I have to go Chris, but this is far from over…please think about what I said…I want nothing more than to have my brother at my side, I love you.”<br>
Chris scoffed, and fought back the building tears. “I don’t think you’re capable of love anymore, Wyatt.”<br>
With a sad shake of his head, Wyatt turned from his brother and walked out of the chamber. He gave Chris one final look before orbing back to the underworld in a swirl as black as ash.

*******

A/N Alright, there’s another one. Hope this made sense, I sometimes wonder if I’m confusing people…I have the story in my head, but is hard to know if I’m portraying it properly. (Basically- whitelighters dead, Wyatt evil, Chris surprised/ upset…oh, and Leo is alive in case that wasn’t clear…just knocked out for the moment)

Reviews would be great…I always used to think it was cheesy when fanfiction authors said that reviews are what kept them going…but now that I’ve actually posted something I’m beginning to see that they were right.

P.S is anyone besides Redphoenix reading this? I'm starting to wonder...

[Nite Owl]

“Dad? Are you awake?” Chris whispered, giving the man a slight shake. He had not yet opened his eyes- but Chris knew that he was alive. He could sense it.

“Dad?”<br>
Much to his relief, Leo gave a small groan, and slowly regained full consciousness.
“Chris. You’re okay.”<br>
“Yea, so are you. Now hurry, get up there are still a few alive, we can save them…I need your help.” Chris replied, helping Leo to his feet.

The older man surveyed the room, and found it difficult to fight back tears- his friends, his colleagues-they were all dead. It was almost too much to handle.

Wyatt.

He had heard Wyatt.

“Chris,” he began, turning towards his youngest son, “Is Wyatt here…I thought I heard him as I was waking up.”<br>
Chris drew a deep breath, and looked down to avoid his eyes. “Yea, he was here-” He paused, obviously reluctant to continue. “I know you won’t believe me…but he planned this, Dad…Wyatt is the one responsible for this…he is the new evil…”

Leo’s heart almost stopped beating. It wasn’t possible…not Wyatt…not his perfect angel…Chris was lying.

He opened his mouth to protest. To tell Chris that he had to be mistaken- but then it hit him.

The voice. Wyatt.

‘You shall all be rewarded in due time…’ he had said ‘return to the underworld, I will meet with you later’<br>
Leo felt ill. Wyatt had been talking to a darklighter- rewarding him for what he had accomplished today.

Rewarding him for the deaths he had caused.

“No.” he gasped, his eyes wide, his body shaking. “No.”<br>
“I don’t want to believe it either.” Chris muttered beside him. “I don’t know how it happened…he dark orbed out…he has turned.”<br>
His head was spinning. How could his son- a child born out of the union of two good beings- possible commit such an act? How had he not noticed? He had seen Wyatt recently…there had been no indication…none at all.

“Dad.” Chris said, placing a hand on Leo’s shoulder “We can figure this out later…right now we need to heal as many whitelighters as we can.”<br>
Yes, Chris was right.

Some were still alive…they needed to work quickly.

**************

Chris stepped over yet another lifeless body as he made his way up the blood soaked bleachers. He could sense that someone was still alive, just a few feet away.

They had managed to save five so far.

Five, out of nearly a thousand.

That was nothing.

He heard a quiet moan, and he instantly turned towards it to see a girl, not too much older than himself, curled on the floor with an arrow in her side. Her face was deathly pale, but he could see that her chest was still rising and falling.

Orbing the arrow out of her, Chris knelt down and slowly but surely healed the wound.

She suddenly began gasping for breath.

“What happened?” She whispered, looking around the room, her brown eyes wide with fear.

Chris sighed, and gave her a sympathetic look. “There was a darklighter attack…you almost died…most did.”<br>
A tear rolled silently down her cheek as she realized what he had said, and she looked sadly up at Chris. “Thank you for saving me,” she began quietly “You’re Chris, right? Sam’s friend?”<br>
The boy froze.

Sam.

“I have to go…” he stuttered, standing up abruptly and racing towards the top of the room where he and Sam had been sitting.

He was going to save him.

He had to.

Chris reached the top. He sensed nothing- no life. His heart was pounding; he wouldn’t allow himself to believe it.

It couldn’t be true.

“Sam.” He cried in anguish as he caught sight of his mentor’s mangled body.

The man slumped limply in his seat- blood had soaked his white shirt, and two arrows were lodged deeply in his chest.

It was too late.

Chris flung the arrows out, too over come by his grief to realize that the man had long since passed on. He held out his hands, and focused harder than he ever had- hoping desperately to see even the faintest glimmer of gold.

None came.

Sam was gone.

“No.” Chris sobbed, grasping the man’s lifeless hand tightly in his own.

It wasn’t fair. Yet another person who had actually meant something to him- who had actually cared- had been taken away.

Wyatt.

The word now filled him with a burning hate. He had to stop Wyatt.

Wyatt was the reason Sam was dead.

“Chris.” A gentle voice said from behind him.

The boy turned his head to see Leo standing there, looking somber. “We need to go. We’ve done all that we can.”<br>
“No!” Chris cried, tears beginning to escape his green eyes. “Heal Sam. You’re an elder, you can heal him damnit!”<br>
“ I’m sorry, I can’t.” Leo replied, looking genuinely sympathetic. “Come on son, we have to go.”<br>
Chris eyes flashed with rage. “Don’t call me son.” He shouted his grief turning suddenly into anger. “Sam was more of a father to me than you ever were. He taught me every thing while you just sat on your might ass and pretended I didn’t exist.”<br>
The older man took a few steps back, stung by his son’s words. “We have to go” he stuttered “…they may come back to make sure that everyone is dead…it’s not safe here.”<br>
Chris took several deep breaths to calm himself- he realized that this was no time to be mad at Leo- there were much bigger issues to deal with. He needed to stop Wyatt- and he needed to be alive to do it.

“Okay.” He whispered, standing up slowly.

He looked down at Sam’s body- trying to memorize every detail of his face.

The face he would never see again.

“Thank for everything, Sam.” He said, leaning down and giving the man a gentle kiss on his cold forehead. “Say hi to Aunt Paige for me.”<br>
With that he turned back to Leo, and the two left the room in silence, both consumed by their own dark thoughts.

**********
Bianca pulled her last batch of oatmeal cookies from the oven. She gotten a little carried away and had made more than three dozen that morning- but she knew that Chris would appreciate it, they were, after all, his favorite.

She closed the oven, and turned off all the dials, savoring the smell of the freshly baked goods. Looking up at the clock she gave a small frown- it was only 10:30, and by the sound of it, Chris still would not be home for several hours.

“I guess he won’t get any warm ones then.” She muttered with a smirk, taking a soft cookie for herself.

‘They aren’t bad’ Bianca thought smugly as she grabbed a magazine off the counter and headed towards the living room. She had never been the best at cooking, and she knew that her cookies were probably noting compared to the ones Chris had had in his childhood- but over all she was pleased with her effort.

She stepped out of the kitchen, and was stunned by the unexpected sight before her.

Chris had returned, but he wasn’t alone.

Victor and Leo stood behind him, looking grimly down at the floor and Bianca gave a small gasp as she realized that Leo and Chris were both covered in spots of blood.

Chris’ eyes were watery and red.

“Chris? What happened?” she whispered, as she tried to make sense of the scene before her. It didn’t make sense…Chris had been at a meeting, hadn’t he?

Instead of offering a reply, Chris wordlessly pulled her towards him and gave her a deep kiss.

“I was worried that I’d never see you again.” He muttered as they drew apart.

Bianca’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?” she asked confusedly “What’s wrong?”

“I think maybe we should all sit down.” Victor cut in, glancing between Chris and Leo “I want more of an explanation too.”<br>
Chris nodded, and took Bianca’s hand. Together they headed to the living room, Leo and Victor following closely behind.

*********
A/N A little less eventful, I know, but no worries, more action to come. Muhahahaha

[Nite Owl]

Wyatt sat alone in his chamber, starring blankly ahead. Today had been a day of unquestionable victory, and yet he could not suppress the frustration brewing inside of him.

Chris wasn’t supposed to be there.

He wasn’t supposed to find out that way.

Wyatt knew that it was all his fault- he had been so obsessed with his plan that he had not taken the time to check that Litronious had locked Chris safely away. He had just assumed that his innocent little brother would be no match for one of the underworld’s most successful demons. As much as he hated to admit it, Wyatt knew that Chris was very much like their father- he’d rather save than fight. He was a pacifist. A whitelighter. In fact, as far as he could recall, Chris had only ever killed about four demons (one of which had been an accidental vanquish) it was always Wyatt, or the charmed ones’ who had killed when demons attacked- Chris was the one who wrote spells and made potions.

That was the reason that their mother had always relied on Wyatt to protect his younger, weaker brother.

It was this fact that made the situation seem odd. Litronoius, a powerful upper level demon, had been defeated by one fragile boy- after centuries of accomplishment. It was almost impossible…<br>
A sudden thought struck Wyatt.

Maybe Chris hadn’t done it alone…<br>
Maybe he had had help.

Bianca…<br>
Yes, that made perfect sense. Wyatt had almost forgotten what he had recently discovered about Chris’ girlfriend- she was a phoenix, an assassin- it must have been her that had put an end to Wyatt’s faithful demon. She was obviously an individual of some power, and Wyatt realized as his mind wondered to thoughts of his next mission, that she would be a good person to have on his side.

Better yet, if she was on his side…then chances were that Chris would follow.

Allowing a wide grin to cross his face, Wyatt gave a lazy wave of his hand and summoned another figure in to the room.

“Lord Wyatt.” The middle aged woman said as she slowly took in her surroundings “Do you require my services?”

“Yes,” Wyatt replied “As a matter of fact Elizabeth, I do. As I am sure you have heard, my elimination of the whitelighters was a complete success. It is now time to move towards the ultimate goal. Soon, I will be ruler of not just the underworld, but the human world as well.”<br>
Elizabeth gave a nervous nod and kept her gaze directed respectfully towards the floor.

“I have heard that your coven- the phoenix- are the most skilled assassins in the entire magical world. Your services would be most useful to me in the coming months.”<br>
“Yes my lord.” The woman said, giving him a deep bow. There was an obvious note of pride in her voice.

Wyatt’s grin spread “Excellent. I shall need the commitment of all of your best members.” He paused, deciding how to continue. “I have heard a rumor that a young woman by the name of Bianca is particularly skilled in your field…please ensure that she is made aware of this agreement.”

“But my lord.” The woman protested, her eyes meeting his suddenly. “I do not deny that she is skilled…but she is also reluctant…”

“I require the best…and you shall deliver.” Wyatt commanded, his voice sending a chill down Elizabeth’s spine. “Will you be able to contact her?”<br>
“Yes…she is my niece.”<br>
Wyatt raised an eye brow- had had not been aware of the girls strong connection to the head of the coven. “Well, then you should have no trouble finding her. Now, leave me, and gather your forces- I shall contact you again in early January. Be ready for my next command.”<br>
“Yes, my lord.” Elizabeth muttered, giving him another bow and shimmering out.

Wyatt gave a loud sigh of relief- it appeared that he would once again be able to manipulate the situation to his advantage. Soon the girl would join him…and if he played his cards right, Chris would surely follow.

“You will rule at my side one day Chris,” he muttered as he began opening up a series of maps and charts on his large stone table; it was time to bring his plan into action.

“One day soon.”<br>
*************

“I…I can’t believe it.” Bianca stuttered as she stared at her boyfriend in shock. “Gone? He got all of them?”<br>“Well, not all of them.” Leo cut in, with a sad smile. “We managed to rescue eight after the darklighters left, and Chris and I survived…”

Bianca nodded slowly, and she could see that across the room Victor was equally shocked. Chris and his father had just finished recounting the gruesome events that had taken place that morning- on Wyatt’s orders. Almost all whitelighters- the protectors of good magic- had been brutally slaughtered, leaving witches everywhere hopelessly alone. Even more frightening, in Bianca’s opinion, was the fact that she had almost lost Chris. She had always know somewhere in the back of her mind that darklighters existed- but it had never really thought of them as a major threat. She now realized what despicable creatures they were- and how deadly they could be to those with whitelighter blood…to Chris.

Bianca vowed to kill as many as she possibly could as soon as she helped Chris recover from the trauma of what he had seen.

“We sent them to magic school.” Chris muttered. His eyes had not left the floor since they had sat down to talk in the living room. “It’s the only place they’ll be safe…no one can die there.”<br>
“So, what now?” Victor asked, starring at his grandson sympathetically.

The boy sighed. “I don’t know…I suppose we should begin setting up some sort of safe haven at magic school…a lot more witches are going to be in danger now, and they should have some where to go. After that…” he trailed off, obviously contemplating his response. “We try to find out what ever we can. Wyatt wants to over through the entire world...he….he told me that he wants to put an end to the battle between good and evil…he wants to be the sole ruler… of everything.”

Everyone in the room was silent as they contemplated what Chris had said.

“Chris,” Leo began slowly, “Why did he tell you all of that?”<br>
Chris gave Bianca’s hand a tight squeeze as he summoned the strength to continue “Because…he wants me to join him.”<br>
“Join him?” Victor gaped, his mouth open in disbelief.

Bianca could not blame the man for being so surprised; this had not been the answer she had expected. It was utterly ridiculous to think of Chris, her angel, ever joining forces with a person capable of such great evil…even of that person happened to be his brother.

Chris just wasn’t like that.

“Yes, he said that he wants me by his side.”<br>
“I don’t believe this.” Leo muttered quietly, shaking his head

“Believe it Dad.” Chris shot back, a definite hint of bitterness in his voice. “Wyatt’s evil. End of story.”

There was another long pause.

“I…I’m going to go check on the others.” the elder stated, his tone suddenly becoming stiffly formal. And with that, he dissolved into a swarm of bright blue lights.

The boy glared at the spot where his father had been sitting. Bianca wasn’t too sure why Chris had suddenly become so angry- but she supposed that it was to be expected after such a horrible day.

“Chris, honey.” She soothed, gently placing an arm around his back. “Why don’t you go get changed, and take a nap? We can talk about this more later.”<br>
After several seconds, he nodded, and wordlessly orbed out of the room.

“Well, I certainly didn’t see that coming.” Victor stated, as he walked across the room and took a seat across form Bianca.

[Nite Owl]

She sighed. “I know…I’m sorry to hear about Wyatt…I’ve never met him, but I know that Chris really admires him, well, at least he used to…”

“Yea…he did. I never quite got that actually.” Victor began “I mean, I guess its common for younger siblings to admire the older one…but Wyatt has always been sort of distant. He used to treat Chris like crap when they were young; I can’t tell you how many times little Chris orbed to my place to escape his brother. I suppose they most have gotten closer after their mother died…but if I were Chris, I think I would have found someone else to look up too…”

As the old man trailed off, Bianca gave him a look of surprise. This perspective of Wyatt was quite different that the one Chris had given her- according to Chris, Wyatt had always been the world’s best older brother.

“Wow,” She muttered “I had no idea.”<br>
Victor gave a sad smile, and began to fidget with a near by pillow. “Don’t get me wrong,” he sighed “I never had any ill feeling towards Wyatt…he just wasn’t really role model material. But I guess, without Leo around, Chris needed a male to look up too.”<br>
“What about you?”<br>
“No,” Victor gave a slight chuckle “Chris and I have only really been close since Piper died, and as much as I love him, there are things that will always separate us. I’ll never be able to understand all of the magic stuff he had to deal with everyday…I’m just your everyday average human who happened to marry a witch, have three magical daughters and then two even more magical grandsons.” The old man drew a deep breath and a look of sadness crossed his aged face. “I’m glad he has you now, Bianca,” he continued, quieter than before “You can help him deal with things like this…things I can’t even begin to comprehend…You can understand him better than I can.”<br>
Bianca looked solemnly into Victor’s brown eyes. “I can’t comprehend what he’s going through any better than you, nor do I have any idea what it’s like to be him. He’s different…even by magical standards.” She paused as she was struck with a sudden realization. “The only other person like him, in the entire world is-was-Wyatt…I think that may be why Chris has always depended on him so much- they are the only two of their kind.”<br>
There was a long period of silence after this remark, as both of their minds wondered to thoughts of one very special angel.

“Now that Wyatt’s turned, I don’t think anyone can really understand Chris…” Bianca said slowly. “But I’m going to try as hard as I possibly can.”<br>
Victor gave the girl a small smile. “Thank you.” He whispered. “He needs that now more than ever.”<br>
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A/N Sorry, that was a bit longer wait than usual…but life caught up with me, and I realized that I had other things to do

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