All We Have is Now- A Chris fic

[leigh19]

“My patience is running out, Elizabeth.” Wyatt stated as he approached the phoenix menacingly. “I have given you more than enough time to bring Bianca to our side, but it appears that you have done nothing.”<br>
Elizabeth drew a nervous breath and tried to avoid the eyes of her master. “She has set blocking charms on her apartment…I have been unable to breach them. I have tried to convince her to join my side for many years, but she will not. Perhaps it would be better if we spend time training other young phoenixes- we have many eager for proper training.”

“You are in no position to make suggestions.” Wyatt said, his temper beginning to rise. “I want Bianca- I will accept no substitute. I suggest you try harder…I do not tolerate failure.”<br>
“Yes, Lord Wyatt.”<br>
He gave her a forced smile. “Good. You may leave now…but I expect you to return with Bianca at your side by the end of the week.”<br>
With a slight bow, the woman shimmered out of the underground lair.

Wyatt gave a loud sigh as he returned to the comfort of his favourite chair. Over the past few weeks he had been so occupied with his plans for continental domination, that the issue of Bianca’s turning had been pushed down on his to do list. But, after his rather unfortunate encounter with his brother at the manor, Wyatt had realized that getting Bianca, and as a result Chris, on his side was a matter of much importance.

The fact of the matter was that Chris remained his only weakness.

Even though the boy stubbornly fought against him, he could not suppress his desire to protect his baby brother. His mother had always told him that, as the more powerful of the two, that was his job…and he wasn’t prepared to disappoint her just yet.

Chris simply needed to learn that ‘good’ and ‘evil’ were only meaningless words. Dividing the world that way was much too simple…too naive. Wyatt was not ‘evil’, he just happened to see things differently than most witches.

He had known at a very young age that both sides had their flaws- and you could never trust that people were on the side that they claimed to be on.

An elder could be just as cruel as a demon…<br>
The battle that had waged in the magical world for centuries was pointless…no one would ever win it.

But many could die for it.

Die in vain.

Just as his mother had.

Power was the only thing that could be trusted. It was absolute. Measurable. One could not question power they way they could question the vague concepts of morality. Wyatt had always had lots of power, and he was just beginning to put it to good use. He was extraordinary.

Unique.

And so was Chris…there was no telling how far they could go if only they could work together….

He was willing to do whatever it took to get his bother at his side.

“You’ll understand soon, Christopher.” Wyatt muttered to himself as he watched the shadows of a candles flame dance on the cave wall.

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[leigh19]

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“Okay, um, thanks for coming everyone. I guess we should get started.” Chris said nervously as he surveyed the small classroom at the magic school which now contained about twenty five witches. “Has every one written down their name and powers?” he asked, glancing down at the clip board that had been passed around the room.

There was a general grumble of confirmation.

“Great.” Chris stated, trying to sound enthusiastic and confidant; even though he was everything but.

It had been four days since he had first met with his father to discuss the plan for rescuing the witches Wyatt had taken, and he was now meeting with the group that he was expected to guide on the quest. Chris had never considered himself a leader, and he found it terribly nerve wracking to be standing at the front of the room, entrusted with the lives of all of these people.

“I…I guess I should begin by introducing myself.” He stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact with every one in the room. He could feel their penetrating gazes on him…and he could sense their apprehension. “My name is Chris Halliwell. I’m part whitelighter, part witch…my mother was the oldest charmed one. I was trained at magic school until I decided to transfer to a mortal high school when I was fifteen, and I have taken on whitelighter duties for the past couple of years.”<br>
Chris stopped talking and took a nervous glance around the room. Most present did not seem impressed and many looked even more hesitant than they had when they first came in.

“So…We’re being led into battle by a pacifist who also happens to be the brother of the guy we’re fighting?” A middle aged man at the back of the room asked, his tone clearly showing that he was not pleased.

Chris hesitated and drew a deep breath. He had been worried that they would not be willing to take orders from him…and what the man said made sense.
Wyatt was his brother.

He was primarily a whitelighter

Why should they have any confidence in him?

He was finding it hard to have any confidence in himself…<br>
“Firstly, I want to assure you all that I am nothing like my brother.” He stated his voice firm. “I have been on the side of good my entire life, and I always will be. I am willing to do whatever it takes to stop Wyatt. He is a threat to everything I stand for.”<br>
A slight hum filled the room.

“Secondly, I may be half whitelighter, but I am also half witch; from a family that is known for all of its successful vanquishes. Sure, I’d much rather be healing witches then hunting demons, but right now, eliminating the threat is what’s necessary and I am fully capable of doing it.”<br>
A boy about Chris’ age gave a loud scoff and folded his arms across his chest. “You expect us to believe that crap, Halliwell?” he asked, his blue eyes steely. “You’ll probably be sitting on your angelic little ass in the safety of magic school while the rest of us risk our lives in the underworld.”<br>
Forcing himself not to loose his temper, Chris turned to the young witch. There seemed to be something familiar about him…but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “I will be down there with you the entire time.” Chris replied “This is as much a risk to me as it is to you. Maybe if you gave me a chance to explain the strategy, you’d understand that.”<br>
The boy did not respond and the rest of the room remained silent. “Excellent.” Chris began, hardly able to suppress his smirk. “Our basic plan is to attack the prison while
Wyatt and most of the upper level demons are occupied with the opening of the Manor Museum on New Years Eve. We have divided you into two groups- this one is obviously being led by me, and the other is being led by a witch named Katie. We are group A, and that means that we are the ones beginning the attack. The location of the prison has been clearly marked on this map-” he gestured to the roughly drawn map of the underworld he had posted on the wall. “And Leo will orb us down to this passage at precisely 11:59pm. Those of you with the best offensive powers will make up our front line and everyone will be equipped potions and spells that can be used against the demons.”<br>
He paused and glanced up at the witches. It appeared that at some point during his speech their apprehension had began to fade.

Chris drew a deep breath before continuing even more confidently. “We’re expecting mostly lower level demons, and they really should be no match for us, especially if we catch them by surprise. We have also received word that Wyatt has placed many darklighters on guard at the prison so this afternoon we are going to be putting darklighter poison into a number of the potions. Leo and I will be unable to help with this for obvious reasons, so I would appreciate one or two volunteers to assist Katie. The next time we meet I will be giving you some handouts with vanquishing spells for the most common types of lower level demons and it is imperative that you lean them all. We will also be discussing our specific manoeuvres and our strategy once we mange to reach the inner prison.”

He paused.

“Any questions?”<br>
There was no response for several seconds, and Chris was about to give a sigh of relief when the troublesome young man who had spoken earlier decided to complain once again.

“Yeah, I have a question.” He began, his voice held more than a hint of arrogance. “Why do you get to be the one who tells us what to do? Is it because your daddy is the guy in charge? Quite frankly, that’s a really stupid reason.”

Chris resisted the urge to orb the witch to Antarctica, and mentally calmed himself before giving a response. “Look,” he said with annoyance. “I realize that you’re scared to go on this mission- every one is- and that’s okay. But we do not have time to debate over who’s in charge. If you want to leave, that’s fine. Go.” He glanced down at his clip board that held the list of all present. “What’s your name? I’ll cross you off the list.”<br>
The other boy smirked and remained firmly rooted in his spot. “My name is Robert Cadwell. But I’m not leaving, and I am most certainly not afraid.”<br>
Chris’ heart rate suddenly increased. He remembered that name…no wonder the boy looked so familiar...

Robert Cadwell had made his life a living hell during his years at magic school.

They had been in the same year.

“I was wondering how long it would take you to recognise me.” Robert drawled, a smirk still plastered on his round face. “What a happy little reunion this is turning out to be…don’t you agree, Dead Boy?”<br>
Chris cringed at the use of the name that other kids had teased him with in primary school. He had thought that that terrible chapter of his life was far behind him. “Yes, wonderful to see you again.” He said sarcastically, glaring at the young man.

After several seconds he realized that their private conversation must have been causing much confusion among the rest of the witches. This really wasn’t the best time to drudge up childhood rivalries.

“Right, well, I think that’s pretty much it for today.” He said, turning his attention back to everyone else. “I’ll see you back here on Christmas eve, and then again on boxing day. Before we get further into this, I would like to offer any of you the opportunity to back out.” He chanced a small glance back at Robert. “I do not want any of you to feel that you are being forced to participate…”

After almost a minute of silence- during which no one moved- Chris gave a satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll see you all back here later.”<br>
The noise of many conversations filled the room as the witches began to slowly filter out. Overall, Chris was feeling pretty good about the situation. It seemed that many were beginning to trust his authority and he had reason to hope that- by the time they went to battle- they would not hesitate to follow his directions.

Well, most of them anyway…<br>
“You haven’t changed.” Robert stated coolly as the room emptied. He had not moved with the others and it was evident that he was not willing to leave Chris alone just yet. “You’re just as cocky as I remember…you think that just because you have more powers than most people, you have the right to boss us around. That’s always been the problem with your kind.”<br>
Chris rolled his eyes and turned to face the young man. “As much as I’d like to show you how wrong you are, I really don’t have time to argue right now. What don’t you do everyone a favour and not show up to the next meeting? It’s evident that you hate listening to what I say.”<br>
Without leaving him enough time to respond, Chris orbed out of the classroom.

Robert glared at the spot where his childhood foe had just stood. “Stupid arrogant whitelighter.” He muttered to himself as he turned and stormed out.

[leigh19]

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Elizabeth sat alone in her dark house, listening to the sound of blown branches hitting her window.

She couldn’t sleep…and she knew that she wouldn’t have any peace until she found a solution to her problem. Lord Wyatt wanted Bianca captured and brought to him…and if Elizabeth failed it was safe to say that her own life was on the line.

She had to find a way of breaching the blocking spells Bianca had placed on her apartment.

Soon….

The old grandfather clock struck midnight, painfully reminding her of the little time that she had left.

As the seconds ticked away, so did her chances for survival.

What she still did not understand is why Lord Wyatt was so set on getting Bianca. Sure, she had once been good at what she did, but it had been many years since she had shown any desire to kill. There were many other young phoenixes that would gladly serve Wyatt…but it seemed that no one but Bianca would please him.

Perhaps he desired to keep her as a mistress…maybe even a wife. There was no doubt that a child of their combined blood lines would be excessively powerful.

The perfect heir.

This idea excited her greatly.

Even though She and Bianca were not on good terms, it would still be such an honour to seen her niece bear the child of the man who would one day rule the planet.

Elizabeth was suddenly filled with a new enthusiasm; if that was indeed why he wanted her then the sooner she could deliver her niece the better. She didn’t want him to change his mind.

She would start work immediately, and with any luck she would find a way in by Christmas day.

Lord Wyatt would soon get what he wanted.

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It was nearly three in the morning, and all but one occupant of the magic school were fast asleep.

A man paced anxiously across his small room.

Thinking.

Seething.

The meeting that day had shown him one thing….

He had been rooting for the wrong side.

It was time to correct his mistake.

Silently, he made his way across the room and opened his spell book. Reciting the necessary incantation, he disappeared in a whirl of white and reappeared seconds later in the underworld.

“I am here to speak with Lord Wyatt.” He said calmly to the demon that stood watch outside the door to Wyatt’s main chambers. “I have some information that I think he will find very useful…”

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A/N the last 3 posts were all just chapter 24....for some reason I am not allowed to post more than 10,000 characters. Humph....thats is VERY annoying....so far, not liking this new board. Annnnnnnnyway...please REVIEW!!!

[CanadianHalliwell]

Hi, please update the story is going well. You should let people know that you are updating the stories. I believe there is a thread from MCharmed about writers can go about doing it.

[leigh19]

CHAPTER 25

Bianca shakily got to her feet and turned on the bathroom tap. After almost three weeks of it, the morning sickness did not appear to be getting any better.

Much to her displeasure, and despite the fact that it was Christmas, this morning had been particularly horrible. It seemed that babies- even partially angelic ones- did not like to give their mothers a break for the holidays.

“Are you alright?” A sleepy looking Chris asked from the door way.

“Besides the fact that our baby seems to hate me…yeah, I’m fine.” She replied after she had splashed some refreshingly cool water on her face. “Did the noise wake you up?”

He shrugged. “I guess. But I suppose I can’t complain; I’m the one responsible for getting you pregnant in the first place.”<br>
“True.” Bianca laughed, and moved into his embrace. “It’s a wonder I haven’t blown you to pieces with a fire ball yet.”<br>
“I’d just reform if you did…you can’t get rid of me that easily.” He chuckled. “Now, how about I prepare you a super nice Christmas breakfast? Bacon, eggs, waffles…anything you want.”<br>
“Mmmm, sounds wonderful.” She replied.

Smiling, Chris orbed them both to the kitchen and began to assemble what he needed as Bianca took a seat at the table.

A comforting feeling filled her while she watched her boyfriend rummage through the cupboards; it had been rough not having him around as often as she was used to- she missed these simple moments when it was just the two of them. They had not spent much time together this past week; each evening Chris would orb back late from magic school, after a long day of preparations, and fall asleep about an hour later. Most nights Bianca had wanted nothing more than to wake him- she hadn’t left the apartment in days and the only person who she had to talk to was Victor (whom they had found a small apartment for on the third floor of the building) - but she realized that Chris needed to get whatever sleep he could. All of this work was really taking a toll on him.

On the bright side, all of the days she had spent alone had given her a chance to work on the various protection spells she had created to block out members of her coven. She had never really told Chris about her encounter with Elizabeth several weeks ago- she didn’t want to burden him with anything else- but she also knew that it was important to avoid any further confrontations.

If Elizabeth or any other phoenix found out about her pregnancy did didn’t know what would happen…<br>
The thought gave her chills.

Grabbing the newspaper that was lying on the kitchen table, Bianca began to scan the various headlines. She had been checking frequently for any articles that might help with the fight against Wyatt but it was clear that most newspapers had now been swayed in Wyatt’s favour.

Lord Wyatt Captures Four More Witches.

Witches Destroy Historic Building.

Threats to be Eliminated by End of Next Year.

Lord Wyatt announces Plan to Open New Museum...

It was all propaganda that Wyatt had worked carefully to set up- he was portraying himself as some sort of saviour. He had managed to convince many that he had their best interests at heart…if only people had enough sense to see through all of his lies…<br>
The only thing Wyatt cared about was power.

Bianca was glad that the plan for rescuing the witches was going better than expected, but she could not help but wonder what would come after that. Could they possibly reverse all of the damage Wyatt had done?

She didn’t thing so.

“Breakfast is served.” Chris said cheerily, placing two plates of steaming food on the table.

He really had gone over board this time- bacon, eggs, toast, waffles, sausage and fruit were all heaping over the plate. She could not help but suspect that he had used at least some magical assistance.

“Looks great, as usual.” Bianca said with a smile as she hungrily began to dig in. “I’ve missed your cooking.”<br>
Chris laughed and took his place at the table. “Don’t worry, as soon as this is over, I’ll cook for you everyday.”<br>
There was a long silence as Bianca stared sadly down at her plate; her appetite suddenly deteriorating.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asked, confused by her strange behaviour.


She sighed. “It’s just…these past few days have given me time to think…do you really believe that this will end one day? How can we possibly undo what Wyatt has done?”<br>
“I…I don’t know Bianca…but I’m not willing to give up hope yet.” He paused and gazed out the window thoughtfully. “Once we save the witches we’ll have a lot more power on our side…our chances will be better…”

Chris trailed off and glanced down at the table; it was clear that he was finding it hard to believe his own words. “Lets not talk about this now.” He muttered. “It’s Christmas…lets enjoy it.”<br>
She nodded in agreement, now regretting bringing up the subject.

She didn’t know what the future would bring; all she knew for sure was that they had right now.

Chris was right, they needed to enjoy themselves.

“So,” she began playfully. “Did you get me a nice present?”<br>
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[leigh19]

“Merry Christmas Leo.” Katie said as she approached the Elder. Once again, he was hunched over various old tomes in the magic school library. He had been there every day since they had begun to formulate their plan…Katie wasn’t even sure if he took time off to sleep anymore…<br>
“Merry Christmas to you too.” Leo replied, not looking up from his work.

The girl sighed and seated herself across from him at the table; it was almost five o’clock and she was about to leave for Christmas dinner at Chris and Bianca’s…but she wanted to do one last thing before she did.

“You know,” She began with an amused smile “I would have thought that Christmas was every angel’s favourite holiday …but you obviously don’t like it too much if you’re willing to stay cooped up in here.”<br>
Leo finally looked up from his book. “I do like Christmas, but in light of recent events I can’t justify taking any time off.” He stated, as if that were his final thought on the issue.

“Come on Leo.” Katie persisted stubbornly. “You’ve worked hard enough for today. Come with me.”<br>
“Katie, I…”

“Do it for Chris.” Katie cut in, not allowing him to provide any more excuses. “You said that you wanted to make up for not being around when he was a kid…this is a perfect time to start. He wants you there; I know he does.”<br>
Leo did not reply and Katie took it as a sign of victory.

“Come on, you can orb us both there.” She stated, closing the book he had been reading and grabbing on to his wrist. “You’ll only be gone a few hours.”<br>
“I don’t think that this is a good idea.” Leo said quietly.

Katie rolled her eyes; she could see where Chris got some of his stubbornness from. “Don’t talk, just orb.” She insisted, locking eyes with him.

“Fine.” He muttered. “But only for a couple of hours.” And with that, the pair dissolved into a swirl of blue.

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Chris stood alone in the bedroom starring at the small velvet box in his hand.

After all he had been through in the past few months he would have thought that he had built up a little more courage…but he remained terrified.

Opening the lid, Chris stared down at the modest diamond engagement ring he had purchased. He wished that he could have bought her something more extravagant- Bianca deserved the most expensive ring in the world- but this was all he had been able to afford.

He hoped that she’d like it anyway…<br>
He hoped that she would say yes…<br>
‘Of course she will, she loves you, and you love her.’ The logical part of his brain screamed…but he could not suppress his feeling of doubt. He could never really be sure of anything…the last few months had proven that.

“Chris, can you help me for a second?” Bianca’s voice called from the living room.

He quickly closed the box and shoved it back into his pocket.

He would ask her tonight…<br>
“What do you need?” He asked as he walked into the room.

His grandfather had come by about an hour ago and was presently sitting on the couch flipping through the various Christmas specials. Chris was glad to seem him look so happy; he had recovered well from his encounter with Wyatt.

As soon as Bianca caught sight of him she shoved a light bulb into his hand and pointed up to the ceiling. “The old bulb burnt out.” She stated. “And I don’t feel like going down stairs to get a ladder…could you maybe do the floaty thing?”<br>
He smiled. “You mean hovering? Sure.” Chris quickly forced himself to float up towards the ceiling and screwed in the new light. “There.” He said satisfactorily as he touched back down on the ground “Glad I could put my power to good use.”

Victor gave a quiet laugh from the couch as he watched his grandson in amusement. “You know, if I recall correctly, I believe that is how the girls discovered that your father was a whitelighter.” He stated. “He told them that he was a handyman and then Phoebe walked in on him hovering to change a light bulb…I imagine that must have been quite the shock.”<br>
Both Chris and Bianca smiled.

“I think I heard that story at one point.” Chris recalled as he joined his grandfather on the couch. “Mom refused to believe it at first.”<br>
“That’s understandable.” Bianca stated amusedly. “I can honestly say that I know how it feels to discover that your boyfriend is actually an angel…defiantly hard to believe.”<br>
The sound of orbing suddenly tore all three away from their thoughts and Leo and Katie materialized in the middle of the room.

“Hi everyone” Katie said cheerily as she glanced around. “Hope you don’t mind, but I talked Leo into finally taking a break.”<br>
“Of course we don’t mind.” Bianca replied, hugging both the young witch and her prospective father in law. “Merry Christmas.”<br>
“Um, yeah, hi Dad.” Chris said somewhat stiffly, not bothering to move from his spot on the couch.

Katie gave a slight frown; she had hoped that Chris would be a little happier, but she supposed that this behaviour was to be expected- with any luck as the night wore on, the Christmas spirit would help cast aside old issues. She placed the few presents she had brought under the small tree. “So, do you need help in the kitchen?”<br>
“Actually, you could help me rescue my stuffing.” Bianca said with a chuckle “I’m not sure what went wrong.”

Chris rolled his eyes. “You should have let me do it.” He grumbled.

“I don’t want to hear it, Chris.” Bianca shot back in false anger as she and Katie walked into the next room.

There was a tense silence after the girls left.

“So, Leo…been keeping busy I guess.” Victor said, unable to stand the uncomfortable calm.

“Yes. I’m sure Chris has told you all about our plans.” Leo replied shortly.

Victor nodded.

There was more silence.

“Chris,” Leo said suddenly, his gaze directed at the small tree Chris and Bianca had set up several days ago. “You really shouldn’t use magic like that…personal gain issues aside…”

He was referring to the magical orb lights Chris had contributed to the plastic pine.

Chris glared at his father. “I think it’s up to me to decide when I use my magic. Spare me the lecture.”<br>
“I think they look nice.” Victor added unhelpfully.

The tension in the room was becoming almost unbearable.

“The turkey smells great.” Leo stated, trying to change the topic away from anything magic related. “I can’t remember the last time I had a Christmas turkey.”<br>
“That’s because you haven’t come to Christmas dinner since I was five years old, Dad.” Chris said angrily, his green eyes flashing with pent up rage.

Leo sighed; it seemed that no matter what he said, Chris was not in the mood to get along. “Look Chris,” he began, standing up from his seat. “If you don’t want me here, I can go…it’s obvious that you don’t enjoy my company…”

“Don’t be ridiculous Leo.” Bianca’s voice cut in from the kitchen door way. “You’re not going anywhere. It’s Christmas…and that means you’re supposed to spend time with family…right Chris?”<br>
Chris grumbled something in response.

“Good.” Bianca replied with a forced smile. “Now, dinner is served.”<br>
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[leigh19]

Almost two hours and a whole lot of food later, the five occupants of the small apartment sat happily around the small wooden table.

“Best meal I’ve had in awhile.” Victor said happily as he took a deep sip of his wine.

“I agree.” Katie added as she stood to help clear the last of the dishes. “Thanks so much for inviting me, guys.”<br>
Thankfully, the dinner had gone a lot smoother than the conversation beforehand; Chris seems to accept that his father legitimately wanted to be there and, with the assistance of a glass of wine or two, seemed quite happy. Leo also seemed content and Katie, Bianca and Victor were just pleased to see father and son getting along.

All present had almost forgotten about the evils they would have to face in the coming days.

“So how’s my little grandson doing?” Leo asked, looking down at Bianca’s stomach.

She smiled. “Other than making his mommy sick everyday…he…or she…seems to be doing just fine.”<br>
Chris nodded and agreement. “Yep, he’s even orbed her a few times.” He stated with evident pride as he leaned towards the small pregnant bump. “You’re gonna be just like your daddy.” He cooed in a very sappy baby voice. “Yes you are…yes you are…”

“Umm..Chris?” Bianca questioned with confusion as she watched her boyfriends very uncharacteristic behaviour. “Are you okay?”<br>
“He’ll be fine.” Leo answered for him. “Unfortunately he seems to have inherited my alcohol tolerance…angels and drinking don’t really go together.”<br>
Everyone else laughed and continued to watch Chris’ rather amusing performance.

“Let’s open presents!” He exclaimed happily, suddenly jumping to his feet and dragging Bianca with him into the living room. There was a boyish excitement in his eye and Bianca could not help but imagine what an adorable kid he must have been. She hoped that their child really did take after his (or her) daddy.

Once everyone had taken a seat she helped to distribute the small pile of gifts. They all began to rip back the brightly coloured paper and thanked each other for what they had received- to any onlooker, at that moment they would have appeared to be a completely normal family.
“I’m sorry I didn’t bring presents for all of you.” Leo said quietly from his position on the couch. “I wasn’t expecting to…”

“That’s okay!” Chris said cheerfully, jumping to his feet. “I’m just glad you’re here, I have something I’ve been wanting to give you.”<br>
Leo looked perplexed as a small square package appeared in Chris’ out stretched hand. “Here.” He said, shoving it at his father.

The elder noticed that the wrapping paper was torn in several places and looked more than a bit faded- it appeared that Chris had been holding onto this package for a very long time. Leo slowly tore back the paper and found himself speechless as he stared down at the gift. It was a picture frame- made of popsicle sticks, glue, sparkles and paint. It looked as if it had been done by a young child. Inside the frame was an old picture of Piper, Wyatt and Chris- with a cut out picture of himself pasted beside.

If it weren’t for the obvious patches of glue attaching his image to the others, it would have looked like a proper family portrait.

“Chris, what-” he began to question, but Chris cut him off.

“I made it for you. When I was six.” Chris explained, glancing down at the poorly crafted item. “Since you came for Christmas the year before, I thought that you would be coming back…and I thought that if I gave you a picture of us you might remember to visit more often. But you didn’t come, and for some reason I’ve never been able to throw it out…”

Leo desperately fought back the tears that were beginning to well in his green eyes. He had made a lot of mistakes during the past hundred years, but there was none he regretted more than not being there for his sons. He had fought so hard to be with Piper- and then to have children…but he left them, soon after Chris was born. He had been foolish to think that he could do more good as an elder. His family had needed him…if he had been there, maybe Piper could have been saved…maybe Chris would still love him…maybe Wyatt would be good…<br>
HE wished that there was a way to go back and do it all over again.

“Thanks Chris.” He managed to choke out. “It’s perfect.”<br>
Chris shrugged and turned back towards Bianca. “Do you like it?” he asked, referring to the gift he had given her “I know you love red.”<br>
“Of course I like it.” Bianca said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek as she held up the sweater he had given her. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed- from the way he had been acting that morning she had been expecting something more…<br>
Chris grinned at her and she tried to make sense of his expression…it seemed that his alcohol induced haze had now begun to wear off…but she still could not get a clear read off of him.

Maybe he still had plans for later…<br>
“I have something for you too, Bianca.” Victor piped up. “Actually, it’s more for the baby…but I addressed it to you. It’s still in my apartment- couldn’t find the strength to carry it up.”<br>
She smiled at the old man with whom she had begun to bond with over the past few weeks. She had genuinely enjoyed the hours they had spent together- he was like the grandfather she had never had.

“I’ll go get it.” Chris said as he began to orb.

Bianca grabbed his wrist and forced him back into solid form. “I don’t think so.” She stated, giving him her no nonsense look. “You’re still not completely sober- you could end up orbing somewhere else instead.”<br>
“I’m fine.” he pouted adorably. “I just had two glasses.”<br>
“Yeah, and evidently that’s your limit…I’ll get it you stay here.” With that Bianca let go of his arm and shimmered out of the room.

“I hope she’ll like it…I had a hell of a time picking it out.” Victor muttered, taking another sip of his wine.

Chris laughed. “She likes any present.” He paused as he caught sight of the shocked expression on Leo’s face. “Dad, are you okay?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

Leo was starring at the spot from which Bianca had left…his mouth opening and closing as if he could not find the right words to say.

“She…you…I thought you said Bianca was a witch.” The elder said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chris, Victor and Katie all exchanged puzzled glances.

“Um, she is.” Chris stated with confusion. He didn’t know why Leo was acting so strange.

“No…” Leo began again, standing bolt upright and walking towards his son. “She just shimmered. Witches don’t shimmer, Chris. Demons shimmer.”<br>
Now it all made sense. Chris had forgotten the story they had told Leo about Bianca…he had been under the impression that she was just a regular witch…he internally cursed himself; he should have told Bianca not to shimmer…he knew that Leo would react like this.

He had been with the elders for far too long.

“She’s not a demon!” Chris defended, getting to his feet so that he could look his father in the eye. He suddenly felt very sober.

“She’s obviously been lying to you…I know a demon when I see one.” Leo paused and an even more mortified look crossed his face. “You got a demon pregnant, Chris…do you know how serious this is…”

Chris’ eyes were flashing with rage. “That’s enough!” he exclaimed, not allowing Leo to finish his sentence. “Bianca is not a demon; she's a phoenix…that’s why she can shimmer. And even if she was a demon I would have thought that you would have trusted me a bit more to make my own decisions…”

“A phoenix?” the elder questioned. “Aren’t they assassins? Witches who were turned demonic by years of murder-”<br>
“Bianca has disowned her coven.” Chris responded hotly. “She’s not like them. She doesn’t kill anymore.”<br>
“You can’t expect her to fight her nature Chris…the thirst to kill is imbedded in all phoenixes…she may have stopped for now, but she’ll go back,”<br>
“I can’t believe you’re saying this!” Chris exclaimed. “You know Bianca, she’s not evil. And you of all people should realize that genetics aren’t everything…look at Wyatt, he certainly hasn’t turned out to be a pacifist…”

Leo did not respond for several seconds and both father and son glared intensely.

“I’m leaving.” Leo stated suddenly as he dissolved into blue orbs and left the room.

There was a long silence.

“Chris.” Victor said soothingly as he stood up and moved to his grandson’s side. “I’m sure he didn’t mean it…he’s been under a lot of stress recently.”<br>
Chris rolled his eyes. “He meant it. But it’s fine. I’ve never cared what he thinks…why should I start now.”<br>
“Once he calms down a bit he’ll realize that he’s just being stupid.” Katie said quietly, feeling a but guilty for dragging Leo with her in the first place. “He was surprised, that’s all. He’ll get over it.”<br>
“Get over what?” Bianca asked as she shimmered back into the room with a large package. “What did I miss?”<br>
“Nothing.” Chris lied quickly. “Leo just left…decided that he had taken enough time off. He’s always been an over working jackass.”<br>
Bianca gave him a comforting smile. “Well at least he came for a bit. And I’m sure he’ll come around more often once the baby is born…speaking of the baby…can I open the present now Victor?”<br>
“Of course.” Victor replied.

Without another moments hesitation the young woman tore back the Christmas paper to reveal a beautifully carved wooden crib. “It’s wonderful!” she gasped, moving across the room to give the old man a hug. “I love it.”<br>
Victor shrugged. “I figured you’d need it, and I really liked this one…my great grand child deserves the best.”<br>
“Thanks Grandpa.” Chris said with a weak smile.

“No problem.” He replied. “Now, does anyone feel like some of that apple pie I brought? The guy at the bakery said it was their most popular dessert.”<br>
“Count me in!” Katie exclaimed happily as all four returned to the kitchen table to enjoy this last peaceful night.

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Wyatt sat alone in his dark chambers, polishing the hilt of his sword.

It was the first Christmas he had spent alone…what remained of his family now officially hated him and he had not seen it fit to replace their company with that of demons.

He had not, however, allowed himself to wallow in self pity- he knew that by this time next year his brother would be at his side…that thought kept him content.

The other day an unexpected informant had told him of his fathers plans to rescue the witches he had taken captive since his rise to power. Wyatt found it rather amusing that his father and brother still believed that there was a chance of defeating him…perhaps they did not fully realize the amount of power he possessed…the amount of power Excalibur possessed…<br>
With any luck, Elizabeth would deliver Bianca within the next few days and he could begin to put his plan into action. If he managed to break Bianca first, then he knew that he could lure Chris to him.

He realized that for this to work, he would need the assistance of one very special demon…<br>
A demon that had come close to breaking the charmed ones on many occasions…<br>
A demon with a very particular power…<br>
The demon of fear.

First thing tomorrow he would summon Barbas and help him to prepare for the very important task ahead…<br>
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Late that night Chris stared up at the dark ceiling of the bedroom he and Bianca now shared.

It had certainly been an eventful Christmas…his little fight with Leo was perhaps the most notable highlight.

That had put him in a rather dark mood and he had decided against giving Bianca her big present; he wanted to do it when everything was perfect…and today’s perfect mood had certainly been ruined by his father.

Maybe he would give her the ring after he had completed his first mission.

If he completed it…<br>
He would bring her to their special spot in the park and ask her the question that had been burning on his mind for quite some time.

He didn’t care what his father said.

He loved Bianca and he knew that nothing…not Leo…not Wyatt…not anyone…could possibly tear them apart.

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[leigh19]

***Chapter 26***

Leo sat alone in the small bedroom he now inhabited at magic school. It was dark, musty and cramped- he generally preferred not to spend his time there- but today he needed to be somewhere where he could think. The events of the past night- Christmas night- were running through his mind non-stop. Things had been going well with Chris…and then he had managed to ruin it all with his angered reaction towards Bianca.

He couldn’t help himself…he had been shocked when his son’s girlfriend had shimmered out of the room…like a demon…<br>
When he had orbed back to magic school he had done a little bit of research. According to the general definition, Phoenixes were ‘demonically natured witches’. He wasn’t exactly sure what that was supposed to mean, but he had always been taught that when the word demonic was involved, it could mean nothing good. On the other hand- despite what Chris seemed to believe- he did trust his son’s judgement.

If Bianca truly was evil, he refused to believe that Chris would have stuck by her side for the past five months…<br>
Chris knew better than that.

The boy had been right…it was unfair to judge someone based on their origin. It was entirely possible to reject ones heritage…if Wyatt had done it, then Bianca could too…<br>
He just wished that Chris had told him sooner…at least given him some warning…then maybe he wouldn’t have made an idiot of himself. But he knew that he shouldn’t have really expected that of his son…he had never been there for Chris- why would he suddenly want to confide in him?

And would his reaction really have been any better?

Leo wondered what the other elders would say if they had still been around…he doubted that they would have approved…especially now that there was a child involved. Chris did not seem to realize the amount of responsibility his blood line required- being a whitelighter was something that was supposed to be earned, not inherited- if Chris was going to father a child with Bianca he would have required approval from the council. Chris would have had to fight just as much as he and Piper had.

The only difference was, Chris would not have won.

Maybe that was why Chris had never told him. As Leo thought about it he realized that this was probably a wise idea- if he had still been on the council, chances were he would have gone along with the rest and rejected the idea.

He never would have given Bianca a chance.

He would have acted like an arrogant, all knowing being, with no regard for his son’s feelings…<br>
Just as he had last night.

Lucky for Chris, Leo had now lost any authority he had possessed…there was no longer a council of elders that could tear them apart.

And, as Leo continued to think, he realized what a mistake it would have been- Chris obviously loved her…he was happy with her…deep down, Leo knew that Bianca was not demonic…<br>
But if the situation had been different, he would he insisted on their separation.

He probably would have terminated the baby that tainted the whitelighter blood.

…he would have made a huge mistake.

Leo sadly picked up the small frame Chris had given him yesterday to distract him from his dark thoughts. He traced the outline of one of the painted clouds with his finger as he starred down at the family he had lost. His beautiful Piper gazed back at him from the tiny photo, her brown eyes full of pride as she held their youngest son. He missed her so much- he sometimes wished that he had died that day, with the other elders, just so he could see her lovely face again. Never- in life or in death- had he loved another being so deeply.

His eyes flickered over to Wyatt- the boy must have been about seven when this picture was taken. He looked to innocent…so sweet…with his angelic blonde curls and wide blue eyes. He looked so much like his father…and it seemed almost inconceivable that this cute little boy could grow up to do so much harm.

Five year old Chris was nestled comfortably I his mothers arms- he wasn’t smiling like Wyatt, but rather starring out rather seriously…as if his young life had already burdened him with so much. Leo mused that perhaps the little Chris already realized what a complicated journey his life would be…and it must have been difficult, knowing at such a young age that you were different…and that being different meant that you had many expectations placed on you.

Chris had always been a bit like his mother- he just wanted a normal existence.

Leo could not help but feel guilty; if he had not been a whitelighter…if Piper had not been a witch…then their sons’ lives would have been much simpler. Maybe the council had had good reason for trying to keep them apart…was it really fair to bring children in to the world, knowing that they would never have a chance for a carefree child hood…a normal life…<br>
He placed the frame back on his night stand and gave a loud sigh. It was approaching the afternoon…he really needed to get back to work. He was doing no good wallowing in his past mistakes.

With one last glance at the picture, Leo stood up and walked out of the room, still haunted by his regretful thoughts.

He never should have left them.

He had been diluted by the elders for nineteen long years…only now was he beginning to realize how stupid he had been…how wrong…<br>
He had lost his chance to have a family…he had pushed them away…let them die…let them turn…<br>
All the while thinking that what he did was for the greater good.

‘No,’ he realized suddenly. ‘Bianca is not the evil one; I am.’<br>
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“…Jane Carlton, Peter Hampton and John Porter.” Chris looked up from the list he had been reading off of and glanced around the meeting room. His group had gathered once again and were all listening intently as he divided them into sections according to level of power. “You seven are going to make up the second row- which means you are responsible for secondary offensive attacks and assisting anyone who has fallen in the front lines.”<br>
The people he had been addressing nodded and attempted to keep the nervous expressions off their faces. As the day of the attack drew nearer and nearer the level of tension within the walls of the magic school had become noticeably higher. Miraculously, all remained committed to the cause- they were all determined to seize this opportunity to rescue their fellow witches- before it was too late.

Chris had also managed to keep himself focused on the task at hand; he refused to let trivial things- such as his fight with Leo yesterday- to distract him from the ultimate goal. He knew how important this mission was. If they were successful it would be a major blow to Wyatt’s authority and an even bigger power boost for the side of good.

“That brings me to another very important topic.” He continued. “All of the whitelighters will be at the magic school, waiting to be called. If you, or someone near you is injured call for one of them and they will come to assist you.”<br>
A hand shot up near the back of the room, catching Chris’ eye. “Is there a question?” he asked, trying to make out who the person was.

“Yes.” A male voice replied. Chris tried not to groan as he realized who had spoken. Robert had remained strangely quiet throughout the course of the meeting and Chris had begun to hope the other young man had decided to stop being an irritating pest…it now seemed that he had been wrong.

“Why aren’t you going to be doing any healing?” Robert questioned a slight smirk on his face.

Several people looked up. It was obvious that they had been wondering the same thing.

“Oh, that’s right!” Robert continued with mock realization. “You can’t heal. I almost forgot. Wyatt was always the more powerful one…”

Chris felt a flash of anger flow through him. Robert was really trying his patience and he had struck a sore point this time. He could remember his days in magic school…when he had still been trying to reject what he was...

The other kids- like Robert- had rejected him for being different, and when the elders had requested that Chris join Wyatt for special whitelighter training Chris had been set against it. He hated going up there. He didn’t want to be a whitelighter…he didn’t want to be like his father…<br>
But he had paid for his decision dearly- he hadn’t been able to heal his mother when she needed it most. She had died because of his stubbornness.

He had learned to heal eventually, Sam had taught him, but by then it was too late.

Chris turned to face Robert, using every ounce of strength he possessed not to lash out. “I’m afraid that you are mistaken.” He informed him coolly. “I’ve come a long way since sixth grade.”<br>
Wordlessly, he grabbed a letter opener from the desk he was sitting at and dragged it across his left palm, creating a rather deep gash. Many of the witches looked alarmed by his strange behaviour but Chris soon put their minds at ease as he brought his other hand up to the wound and healed it with a golden glow.

Robert could only glare.

Having proven himself, Chris continued. “As you can see, I am able to heal if necessary- but it is rather important that focus on leading the front lines. If it is an absolute emergency, you can call for me.” He paused and noted with satisfaction that almost everyone seemed rather impressed. If Robert knew what was best, he would stop with the annoying questions.

“Now,” Chris stated with a slightly cocky glance in Roberts direction. “Everyone open your booklet to page four so that we can go over the basic vanquishing spells for scabber demons…”

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Leo watched from the hallway as Chris worked with his group. He had been there for quite some time, masked by his invisibility, and he was more than a little impressed by his son’s leadership. The boy was only twenty, and yet the other witches, most of whom were older than Chris, seemed to hang on his every word- they trusted him- listened to him.

It was remarkable how far Chris had come in such a short time. When Leo had suggested that Chris take on leadership, he had been quite reluctant…but he now seemed to posses the confidence necessary for the task.

He reminded Leo so much of Piper…not really seeking the responsibility but handling it unbelievably well when it was given to him.

Leo turned away from the classroom door and walked silently down the corridor. He knew that everything would soon be okay.

The mission would be a success. Things were going well.

Nothing could stop them now…<br>
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[leigh19]

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Bianca sat in the quiet living room of her apartment that afternoon flipping through the newspaper. Chris was still at magic school, and Victor had gone to the doctor’s office to get a prescription for the cough that had been bothering him on and off for several weeks, so she was alone, once again, with nothing to do.

She felt so useless, just sitting there. She wished that she could be helping with the mission against Wyatt, but Chris had firmly insisted that it was too dangerous- she had to think about the well being of the baby, not just herself. He was right of course, but it still frustrated her greatly.

Wyatt was gaining more and more support everyday, and she useless to stop it…<br>
*Crash*

A loud noise from the kitchen caused her to drop the newspaper with alarm. Her heart rate suddenly began to increase as she glanced in the direction of the sound.

She knew that she was being foolish…it was probably just Victor, back from his appointment. Or maybe Chris had come home for a bit…<br>
A little noise really shouldn’t get her this worried.

She was being irrational.

“Hello?” she called, forcing her self to her feet and moving towards the kitchen. “Chris?”<br>
There was no answer.

“Chris, is that you?” she asked, he voice wavering slightly. Bianca opened the door to the kitchen and found her self frozen in fear as she saw who had made the sound.

She could hardly breathe.

Her worst nightmare was suddenly coming true.

Elizabeth…<br>
“Who is Chris?” her Aunt asked with mild curiosity from the chair she now occupied at the table.

“No one.” Bianca replied a little two quickly. Her mind was spinning; how had Elizabeth managed to break through all of her protection spells? She must have found a glitch…<br>
Bianca wanted nothing more than to shimmer out, but she knew that if she did her aunt would undoubtedly follow…there was no escape once a phoenix was on your trail. “I thought I told you to leave me alone.” She said, trying to remain calm. Maybe if she got her out quickly, nothing would go wrong.

Elizabeth shrugged. “Well, I couldn’t very well ignore a demand from Lord Wyatt.” She said, not taking he eyes off of her niece. “He is very interested in meeting you…”

“Well, you can tell him that he is never going to.” Bianca shot back with more bravery than she felt. Inside, her heart was still pounding frantically as she absorbed what her aunt had just said; Wyatt must have sent her aunt here to retrieve her….so that he could get to Chris. “I want nothing to do with him. He is evil.”<br>
“And so are you.” Elizabeth retorted. “You’re tried to escape your destiny long enough darling. It’s time to get back to your roots.” She paused and looked rather thoughtful. “You’ll need some retraining. You appear to be getting out of shape.”<br>
Bianca placed a protective hand on her stomach took a few steps back towards the door way. Wyatt had obviously not told her Aunt all of the details…<br>
“You’re acting strange.” Elizabeth noted coolly as she stood up and moved towards Bianca, her eyes narrowed. “Something is wrong with you.”

Before Bianca could move any further away, Elizabeth grabbed her arm roughly and closed her eyes. Bianca knew exactly what she was doing; she was sensing. She would soon know…<br>
“No!” Bianca cried, jerking out of the older woman’s grasp.

But it was already too late.

Elizabeth had discovered all that she needed.

“You are with child.” The woman hissed in disbelief, the shock was evident on her pale face. She stepped towards Bianca again, her eyes flashing with rage. “And it is not just any child. It is the child of a whitelighter.”<br>
Tears began to well up in the young woman’s eyes as she stared defiantly back at her aunt.

This was it.

It was all going to end.

The day she had feared since learning of her pregnancy had finally arrived.

She just wished that she could have seen Chris one last time…told him how much she loved him…<br>
“You have tainted our blood line!” Elizabeth screeched in rage, violently flinging Bianca into the table. “This child it useless. It will never kill. How dare you bring such shame to our family?”<br>
Bianca cried out as Elizabeth kicked her in the side. She felt the pain rush through her body. Blood seeped down her back where the splintered wood of the table had pierced her skin and her tears were obscuring her vision.

Elizabeth was right. She couldn’t escape her destiny. She was going to die; just as generations had before her…at least she had a few happy moments to look back on as the life faded from her body.

Moments with the man she loved.

“Chris…” she moaned quietly just as Elizabeth flung her ragged body back into the splintered wood.

“Is that his name?” Elizabeth questioned with a sneer as she towered over her. “The one who did this to you?”<br>
Bianca was too weak to reply.

“It looks like your angel isn’t coming to the rescue this time.” The woman laughed. “Maybe he has realized how worthless you are.”<br>
“Chris…” she choked out again, her voice barely a whisper.
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[leigh19]

Chris gathered the last of his papers together and walked out of the small class room. He was supposed to be meeting with Leo and Katie in five minutes to discuss his group’s progress. He seriously wasn’t in the mood to see his father after what the man had said about Bianca, but he knew that he had to be professional about the situation and leave all personal grudges aside for the good of the mission.

Over all, he was pleased by how things were going. Everyone had learned their spells, they had begun to work on the massive potion supply and it seemed that their strategy was fool proof.

None the less, he was happy that it would all be over soon- there was just less than a week left until New Years Eve…<br>
He could hardly wait until he got the chance to spend more time with Bianca and focus his attention on the baby. It was still rather hard to believe…he was going to be a father in six short months.

He was determined to do a better job than Leo had.

“Chris…” the sound of Bianca’s voice suddenly echoed in his head. All of the papers he had been holding dropped to the floor as a sickening fear passed through him…<br>
She was in trouble.

With out another moment’s hesitation he orbed out of the hall way, hoping that he wasn’t already too late.
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When he reappeared in the apartment he was met with a horrible sight. Bianca lay bloodied on the kitchen floor as a woman he had never seen before towered menacingly over her.

At the sound of his orbs the woman turned abruptly, her eyes narrowed in anger. “The whitelighter.” She hissed dangerously, conjuring a fireball in her out stretched hand. “You did this to her.”<br>
Confused by her words, Chris shook them off and orbed across the room to Bianca’s side. It was clear that she was slowly beginning to loose consciousness. He placed his hands over her and began to heal the wounds as he fought back the tears that were threatening to fall.

He couldn’t stand to see her like this.

She did not deserve to be treated this way.

“Get away from her!” the woman screeched, sending a fire ball in his direction.

Luckily, Chris managed to orb out of the way in time and he reappeared in the door way, bubbling with rage.

How dare this woman barge in here and hurt his Bianca?

He sent a bolt of lightening in the woman’s direction and she screamed as it struck her painfully in the arm. “Get out of here.” He demanded in his most threatening tone.

To his surprise the woman managed to suppress her pain and simply laughed.

“Interesting fire power.” She said quietly. “But that will not be enough to stop me. Lord Wyatt has demanded that I bring my niece to him and I always complete my tasks. You may have tainted her, whitelighter, but I assure you that the child she carries will soon be destroyed.”<br>
Chris was too shocked to respond.

This woman was a phoenix.

Bianca’s aunt.

She was going to hurt the baby.

And Wyatt had sent her to take Bianca away from him…<br>
“Come along Bianca.” Elizabeth continued as she walked towards her niece. “I have found a much more suitable husband for you.”<br>
“No!” Chris shouted, suddenly finding his voice. “You can’t take her!”<br>
Elizabeth smirked as she reached down and grabbed Bianca’s arm. “I can and will.” She sent another fire ball straight at Chris who did not react fast enough this time. He flew back into the wall crying out as he felt the flames burn his flesh.

“Look, Bianca.” Elizabeth said as she jerked the young woman’s head up roughly. “Your angel is dying…all because of you. That’s all you’ll ever be good for; causing death.”

And with that, the woman shimmered them both down to Wyatt’s lair.
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“I have captured her, my lord.” Elizabeth declared triumphantly as she shoved Bianca onto the floor in front of her master. “Just as you asked.”<br>
Wyatt stood up from where he had been sitting and made his way towards the pair. “Why is she hurt?” he demanded and he kneeled down and began to heal her remaining wounds.

“I…I am most sorry my lord.” Elizabeth stuttered with a slight bow. “I lost my temper…she…she has been impregnated by a whitelighter. You cannot expect me to react well to such horrible news.”<br>
“Yes, I know that it is rather unfortunate, but she is less likely to join our side if you injure her.” Wyatt replied angrily as he stood back up to face the older phoenix.

Elizabeth returned his gaze fearfully. “I am sorry my lord. But that son of a b*tch…”

Before she could finish Wyatt gave a loud laugh and looked down at her somewhat sympathetically. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” He said, the amusement flickering in his eyes. “No one insults my dearly departed mother and gets away with it.”<br>
Elizabeth stared at the young man in shock as she contemplated what he had said…

“He…he is…how?” she gasped in disbelief as it all suddenly became apparent.

“Ah, it appears that you are a bit smarter than I thought.” Wyatt said with a smirk as he circled her like a hungry vulture. “Yes, the ‘whitelighter’ that has been sleeping with your niece is my brother…he’s the reason that I needed you to bring Bianca to me. You see, I’m still rather fond of the boy and I intend to get him on my side…he loves your niece and if I can turn her, it will make it much easier to turn him.”<br>
Elizabeth said nothing and merely stared blankly ahead as she tried to process what she had just been told.

“Now, Elizabeth.” Wyatt said coolly. “Since you have both served your purpose and called my mother a b*tch…” He trailed off and sent a huge energy ball directly at her stomach.

The phoenix screamed in pain before her body shattered into tiny brown particles which settled lifelessly on the floor.

Wyatt smiled satisfactorily at his work and turned his attention back to the still groggy girl. He crouched beside her and ran a hand gently down the side of her smooth face. “I can see why my brother is so infatuated with you.” He muttered with a small smile as he looked down at her. “You are very beautiful. The perfect Guinevere.”

He stood up, knowing that it was best to seize every minute he could for the sake of his plan. He waved his hand in front of him, summoning another figure into the room. “Barbas.” Wyatt began, addressing the demon. “Take this girl to the room I have set up and begin your work.”<br>
“Gladly.” Barbas replied as he stepped forward. “I sense much fear in this one…yes, she will be easy to convince.”<br>XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Chris orbed himself to the magic school library, clutching his abdomen in pain. The fire ball had knocked him out for several minutes….and when he had woken up, it had already been too late to save her…<br>
His Bianca was gone.

Luckily, he had still had enough strength to make it here when he had regained consciousness- and if he could be healed, then could find a solution….

She was still alive. And so was the baby.

He could feel it.

“Chris!” Leo exclaimed as he ran to his son’s side and instantly began to heal him with a golden glow. “I sensed you arrive…what happened? Where were you?”<br>
Chris drew several deep breaths and slowly forced himself into a sitting position. Now that the physical pain was gone, the mental pain was beginning to over whelm him.

The woman he loved had been taken from him.

He felt weak.

Useless…<br>
“Bianca.” He choked, tears welling up in his eyes. “Someone took Bianca. Wyatt wanted her.”<br>
Leo stared at his son, first in shock and then in sympathy. He was not sure if he should reach out to him or not…maybe Chris didn’t want him there right now. He was mad at him, after all- maybe it would just make things worse…<br>
Before Leo had any more time to think Chris threw himself into his father’s arms and began to sob uncontrollably, clutching onto his shirt for dear life.

The boy had been through so much and it seemed that he had almost reached his breaking point…<br>
These were tears of defeat.

“Daddy, I can’t do this any more.” Chris whispered between sobs. “Make it stop.”

“We’ll get through this, Chris.” Leo soothed, stroking his sons dark hair as if he were a little child. “I promise that I’ll make everything okay.”<br>
The two remained in that spot for hours, not noticing when the sun set and cast darkness over the room, not noticing when the last candle burnt out…<br>
The father comforted the son.

For once, he was just where he needed to be.

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A/N Muhahaha, and the climax begins…hoped you like it, this was a difficult chapter to write. I’m sorry that I’m so mean, but I never said that this was a happy story. Much action to come!

PLEASE REVIEW!

[leigh19]

CHAPTER 27

The next morning, Chris awoke with a start. He frantically looked around at his surroundings; he was in a strange bed in a room he had never seen before. He glanced down at the night stand on his right and a familiar picture frame caught his eye.

The picture frame he had given Leo…<br>
This must be his father’s room, he realized suddenly. Leo must have brought him here after he had fallen asleep last night.

Last night…<br>
Bianca.

The horrible images came flooding back and it took every ounce of strength he possessed not to break down.

Wyatt had gone too far this time. He had taken away the person that mattered most…<br>
He felt ill and weak and his eyes still stung from the endless sobs that had overwhelmed him in the library.

Everything after Bianca had been taken was sort of a blur. He could vaguely remember the pain of the fire ball…and then arriving in magic school. And Leo…Leo had healed him…and held him like a child, as he cried for his lost love. Chris suddenly felt very foolish; he should not have lost control like that, he should have been strong- worked on a way to get her back…<br>
Instead, he had cried to his father on the floor of the library. Cried until his worn body forced him into a restless sleep…<br>
He would not allow himself to behave that way today.

Today he would get her back.

Not wanting to waste another moment, Chris threw off the covers and brusquely opened the door. He would go to the library...scry for Wyatt…and then blast him until every
last particle had dissolved into nothingness.

His brother would pay for what he had done.

Chris took only one step away from the room, however, when he noticed a figure slumped beside the doorway.

“Dad?” he said, tentatively giving the man a shake.

Leo looked up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he attempted to smile at his son.

“Good morning.” He said somewhat groggily as he got to his feet.

Chris stared at him in confusion, momentarily forgetting about his plan to obliterate Wyatt. “Did you sleep in the hallway?” he asked.

“Yes…” Leo replied with a slow nod. “I wanted to make sure that you were going to be okay…” he trailed off and looked at Chris sympathetically. “You were tossing and turning rather badly and you even orbed back to the library at one point.”<br>
Chris felt himself blush slightly. He hadn’t sleep-orbed since he had been seven.

“I knew that if I sat outside the door I could sense if you were okay or not.” Leo finished. “I didn’t mean to-”<br>
“Thanks Dad.” Chris cut in with a sigh. “I’m glad you were here…but it must have been horrible sleeping in the hall.”<br>
Leo smiled widely for a second at his son’s approval and then, remembering what had happened to cause Chris’ restless night, quickly turned his expression sombre. “It was fine.” He assured. “I’m dead; I don’t need that much sleep in the first place…”

Chris nodded a few times before turning around and continuing his trek down the hall way.

Wyatt. Get Wyatt. Save Bianca. His head screamed again.

“Chris?” his father called from behind him. “What are you doing?”<br>
“Getting her back.” He replied without turning around.

Leo took off after his son and stopped him with a firm grip on his shoulder. He could see the determination in Chris’ eyes and it broke his heart to think about all that he was going though.

He could remember all the times that Piper had been taken by one creature or another…it had killed him to know that his beloved wife was out there somewhere…suffering at the hands of evil…<br>
And it was even worse for Chris…this time, the evil that had taken Bianca…the evil that was undoubtedly causing her pain…was his own brother.

“Chris,” He began, his eyes pleading. “I know that this must be terrible for you, but you know that you can’t take on Wyatt. You’ve tried, remember? Please don’t do something you’re going to regret.”<br>
Chris’ eyes narrowed as his head snapped around to face his father. “You’re just saying that because you hate her.” He retorted. “You don’t want her to be saved.”<br>
The boy attempted to orb away but Leo quickly forced him back to the ground.

“That’s not true, Chris.” He insisted, his voice full of honesty. “I’m sorry for what I have said…I know that she makes you happy, and all I want is for you to be happy…” he paused as he fought back the lump forming in his throat. “Please Chris, you have to listen to me. If you charge in there now he will kill you…the only way to save her…to save you both…is to go ahead with the plan. We need you here; you have to lead your group into battle so that you can rescue everyone that Wyatt has taken…rescue Bianca.”<br>
Chris felt his knees grow week as he slowly processed everything that his father said.

He didn’t want to wait.

He wanted to barge in there right now.

Wyatt. Kill Wyatt. Save Bianca….

But Leo’s heartfelt words had created a seed of doubt inside of him. He couldn’t take Wyatt alone…he had proven that before. If they carried out the plan- infiltrating Wyatt’s base when it was unoccupied by the biggest threats- then there would be a chance…

As much as he hated o admit it, that was the only possible way.

“Yes…” he choked out suddenly. “We follow the plan.”<br>
Leo gave him a reassuring smile. “Good. Let’s go finish up with the potions…it will help take your mind off things.”<br>
Chris nodded, still not entirely convinced that he was doing the right thing…maybe if he waited, it would be too late…<br>
No.

If she was hurt- if the baby was hurt- he would be able to feel it. She was after all, still technically one of his charges…<br>
So far, she was fine. And he would know as soon as she wasn’t.

For now, he would continue as planned, pouring every once of himself into making this mission a success.

Counting down the days until he would see her beautiful face again…<br>
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[leigh19]

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Down in a small alcove of the underworld, Bianca defiantly turned her head away from the demon. She had not slept since she had arrived, but rather sat in complete silence as Barbas used his power to sort through her deepest fears.

As soon as she had regained full consciousness she had discovered that any attempts at a magical escape only resulted in more pain.

There was no way out.

She was trapped.

A single candle cast an eerie glow on the stone wall and centuries of dust coated almost every surface. There was just one roughly carved chair, upon which she had been uncomfortably chained. She was finding it harder and harder to focus her vision as the hours dragged by. She had no idea how long it had been…twelve hours perhaps?

It felt like an eternity.

She yearned to see Chris…to be held in his comforting arms…but she wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again…she wasn’t even sure if he had lived through Elizabeth’s attack…<br>
“Well well well.” Barbas said in his slow drawl. “It seems that you, my dear, have a great many fears just waiting to be surfaced.” He paused and circled her chair for dramatic effect- he had learned long ago that the delivery was just as important as the words themselves. “Yes. I think our time together is going to be quite enjoyable, don’t you agree?

Bianca said nothing, and continued to keep her head turned as far from him as she could.

The demon had not said more than a few words in the past several hours- it seemed as if he was taking his time reading her- making sure that what he showed would be just right. Although she fought with all of her might not to show it, Bianca was already terrified. She did not need the demon of fear to tell her that she harboured a great deal of inner turmoil; she had been conflicted about many aspects of her life for as far back as she could remember and she had always worked so hard to keep her fears repressed.

Bianca had never encountered this demon before, but from what she had heard, she knew that a few hours was all that he would need to send her hurling over the edge.

“Maybe” Barbas continued. “We should start will some of the less prominent fears…you know, work our way up to the really, really, big issue here.”

He leaned towards her and she cringed as she felt his warm sour breath against her neck. “- and I think we both already know what that issue would be…” he whispered, a slow smirk spreading across his pale face. The demon drew back slightly and made a small hand gesture- turning his palm towards his face as if to read something off of it.

“Oh yes…this is a good one.” He muttered, looking up towards her; locking his cold grey eyes with her warm brown. “You fear that one day your sweetheart is going to leave you…poor Bianca, left all alone…”

She tried to turn away from him again but she was unable to fight the hypnotic force that drew her too him. He was reeling her in…his words filled her body with a cold fear and her mind could not help but dwell on what he had said…<br>
What if Chris did leave her one day?

Would she be able to carry on…?

A flash of light blinded her momentarily and she felt a strange force pulling her to her feet.

She was no longer in the small cave but rather back in her apartment. Something was different though…it was almost as if a thin curtain had been placed across her eyes, obscuring the scene and making her feel like an outsider. An observer.

She watched as both she and Chris walked into the room and she was suddenly very aware that this was only a vision…she wasn’t back home…and this hadn’t happened

…yet.

“I just talked to Leo.” Chris said, his tone lacking all of the warmth that she had come accustomed to. He was dressed strangely in white and gold robes unlike anything she had ever seen. “Now that Wyatt has been defeated” He continued. “We both agree that it is important to rebuild what was destroyed ‘up there’. We have quite a few new whitelighters who need to be trained and we’re working on recruiting even more.”<br>
“That’s great.” The other Bianca said, stepping forward to give Chris a hug.

But he pulled away from her grasp- looking annoyed and…repulsed.

“I won’t be staying here any longer.” He stated, giving her a steely gaze. “My father has asked me to join the council of elders and I have agreed. That is my true destiny, Bianca, I was never meant to be here with you…we’re too different. We were foolish to think that this could ever work.”<br>
The other Bianca fell to her knees, sobbing as she clung to the hem of his robes. “No…”she choked “…you can’t”<br>
“I am sorry.” Chris replied, not sounding sorry at all. “But you’ve always know that this would happen Bianca…you said it when we first met…good and evil are never meant to be.” And with that he dissolved into a cloud of blue…<br>
Bianca felt her heart crumble as she watched Chris orb away to the heavens…to where he belonged. She saw herself collapse onto the floor like a lowly beast…mourning for the one shred of hope in her life that had now left her forever…<br>
A sickening tug jerked her back into reality…back to the cave.

Back to the darkness.

Barbas shook his head in mock sympathy as he watched a few tears stray down her face. “Poor Bianca…” he whispered in her ear. “All alone…she doesn’t deserve to be loved…especially not by the son of a charmed one and an elder….oh no, he was never meant to be with her…”

She drew in a shaky breath. “That will never happen.” She hissed. “All you do is create lies…”

“I create nothing- I simply show you what is already there- building inside of you. You are the one that fears it, Bianca. You fear that one day he will realize what a horrible being you really are…realize that every moment he spends with you is a waste.”<br>
“No!” Bianca shouted, refusing to succumb to the tears burning in her eyes. “He loves me, I know he does.”<br>
Barbas gave a slow chuckle. “He may be infatuated with you …but those feelings will soon fade. He will never truly love you. How can he? You’re a monster; you hunger for your next kill…”

The light flashed before her once again and she found herself in a dark alley way, surrounded by almost twenty people. Without even thinking about it she threw herself at the closest one, plunging a knife into his gut.

Once the first had crumpled to the ground she moved on to the next victim- pelting him with fire balls until he was nothing but ash.

Again and again she stabbed. Fire balls erupted from her hands- flying in all directions around the alley.

Screams filled her ears and warm blood splashed across her body.

She hardly noticed.

Finally the last was gone and she stood alone.

Fulfilled.

She had forgotten how satisfying a successful mission could be.

“Bianca.” A soft voice called from behind her, breaking her away from her thoughts. The girl turned around to see that Chris had joined her.

He stood in the darkest corner, enveloped in a golden ray of light, his beautiful green eyes red with tears. “How could you?” he asked his voice barely above a whisper. “How could you kill all of those innocents?”<br>
Bianca looked down at her bloody hands which were now shaking uncontrollably. She had killed so many…without even a second thought.

It had been instinct.

She truly was a monster…

“So you see- you are a terrible person...no one can ever really love you.” Barbas’ words brought her back to the cave and filled her with a darkness unlike any she had felt before. “Especially not him. Angels don’t love those who have fallen to hell…those who are filled with a thirst for blood. You were born among the damned, Bianca…that is were you belong…”

Bianca cold not hold back any longer. She allowed her sobs overrun her she shook in a combination of grief and terror.

She was afraid that Chris would leave her…<br>
She was afraid of being alone…<br>
And most of all, she was afraid of herself…<br>
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The sound of sobs from the neighbouring room told Wyatt that his plan to break Bianca was going as planned. Barbas had spent a great deal of time reading her and he had now moved on to showing her the fears that would best achieve what they had discussed.

Wyatt knew that for his plan to work, every thing would have to be timed just right. Luckily, Elizabeth had managed to deliver Bianca soon enough before New Years Eve… the girl would be almost fully manipulated by the time Chris arrived.

That was crucial to his plan…He needed Bianca on his side before he began to work on Chris. Chris needed to hear directly from his beloved that joining Wyatt was the best choice. Wyatt had tried telling him exactly that on many occasions, but the boy had refused to listen…refused to give in to the temptation.

He knew that once Bianca seconded the plea, Chris would be much more likely to sway.

Wyatt had prepared the perfect room for his brother…one that would undoubtedly assist in the dredging up of past memories. Unlike Bianca, he did not want Chris imprisoned in discomfort; doing that would not help to achieve his goal.

He wanted Chris to join him willingly- to see that he really did care for him. He wanted his brother to realize that he could be merciful as well a cruel.

To do so he had prepared a special potion that would assist him in calling up specific memories that Chris needed to relive…<br>
This, accompanied with a few visits form Barbas (who had jumped at the opportunity to work his magic on the son of one of his most memorable foes) was his best hope of finally getting Chris at his side….

“Four more days, little brother.” He muttered to himself with a satisfied smirk. “Four more days until you’re mine.”<br>
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HMMM, no reviews for a really lonnnnnnnnnggggg time...is anyone still reading this? should i bother posting more?

[leigh19]

CHAPTER 28

Victor stood in Bianca and Chris’ quiet apartment, gazing out at the slowly rising sun. He had awoken before the dawn; his many worries preventing him from getting any refreshing sleep.

He had not seen Chris in two days and he had heard from Leo that Bianca had been captured by some crazed follower of Wyatt…he had no idea what was going on…no idea if the girl that he had come to love as a granddaughter was going to be okay…<br>
For the hundredth time in the past few months, Victor felt hopelessly left out. He had always known that his girls were different; that Wyatt and Chris were different- but he still couldn’t suppress his nagging desire to become a part of their world. He wanted to understand magic. He wanted to be able to help…<br>
But it was too late now.

It was too close to the end…<br>
And he was so far out of the loop that he knew he could never be let in.

He was just a useless mortal…<br>
Mortality.

That was a word that he had spent a considerable amount of time dwelling on in the past few days. It was a word that had suddenly become very real…<br>
As he watched the beautiful glow of the sun spread across the horizon he could not help but wonder how many more sunsets he would be alive to experience. He wished that he had taken a little more time to enjoy the simple pleasures in life- even the most expensive of wines, the most luxurious of cars- were nothing compared to the beauty that sprang from the natural world…<br>
The beauty that had surrounded him everyday…and that, miraculously, he had always failed to notice.

The doctor’s words had changed all of that in an instant.

Suddenly, everything had become so overwhelmingly wonderful…so perfect…<br>
“You’re dying.” The doctor had said sombrely. “Cancer.”<br>
And boom, just like that, the flowering buds in the trees had filled him with unimaginable joy…the sweet song of the crickets had given him peace as he had made his way home…now that he knew his time was limited, everything contained so much more meaning.

He wondered briefly if every person experienced this in their old age. Did everyone see what he saw now, as they counted down the days until the end?

He hoped so.

Everyone should feel this way…he wished that he had taken the time to feel this way sooner…<br>
“Four months.” The doctor had continued. “You have four months.”<br>
Victor knew that he should be terrified…he was about to venture into the unknown, after all, leaving everything familiar behind…but the only word that he could use to describe his current state was contentment.

He was ready for this.

He had been for a very long time.

Nothing had been the same since his girls had left him.

What still kept him rooted, however, were his worries about Chris and Bianca. He hoped that it all would work out…somehow. He would die happy if he knew that they were both safe…that their baby was safe…<br>
But all of the news about Wyatt made these hopes seem almost unobtainable. Witches were being viciously hunted, parts of the city lay in ruins from the daily battles that took place between Wyatt’s troops and the witches they targeted, and the majority of the population continued to follow their leader blindly.

Wyatt had recently begun expanding…first moving across the west coast and then slowly making his way inland. According to the newspapers, he had also set up various meeting with prominent world leaders- the President of the United States was said to be attending the New Years gala, along with the head of the European Union, King William of England, and the newly elected Prime Minister of Canada. Victor knew that Wyatt would have no problem manipulating these people for his own benefit- perhaps even turning to mind control spells so that his authority could continue to grow.

Many had already speculated that Wyatt would have the continent by the end of next year.

Realistically, Victor did not think that anyone could really stop Wyatt now.

But he continued to hope.

Hope that Chris and Leo managed to achieve at least one small victory…<br>
With a sigh, the old man placed a hand on the crib he had given Chris and Bianca for Christmas and a new array of thoughts flooded him.

Maybe this baby would be the answer they were looking for.

Maybe he would posses enough power to bring an end to all of this chaos. And even if he didn’t, he would still achieve something very important…the birth of this child would foster the hope that still lived inside of him…it would show him that even in these dark times, new life could flourish.

Just as Victor would leave this world, a new child would enter into it.

No matter what Wyatt did, the cycle of life and death would continue.

If that wasn’t hope, he didn’t know what was.

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“I figured that it was about time that I paid you a visit.” Wyatt said with a smirk as he entered Bianca’s dark chamber. “But don’t worry- Barbas will return later- he tells me that you two have been having quite an enjoyable time together.”<br>
Bianca could not find the strength to reply. It had been three days now. Three long days with hardly any sleep or nourishment…three days with only a demon for company.

Barbas had continued to show her a variety of horrible scenes- some from her past, some from her possible future. All of them had been terrifying…all of them had reminded her of her many flaws…but she still refused to succumb to them.

There had been many times that the images had over whelmed her- brought her to tears even- and yet the demon had been unable to fully convince her that Chris’ love was false. She still felt it- deep inside her…it was all that kept her going now…<br>
“You know,” Wyatt began again, pretending to look thoughtful. “I would have thought that Chris would have charged in here by now…maybe he doesn’t care for you as much as I thought…”

She refused to believe it.

“Why don’t you just kill me, Wyatt?” she asked quietly, not having enough strength to turn her head towards him.

He laughed. “No…I won’t kill you. That would be too easy…and besides, if I did that then I wouldn’t be able to achieve my ultimate goal. You see, Bianca, this really isn’t about you. It’s about me- and my desire to see my little brother at my side. I need you alive so that you can make him join me.”<br>
Bianca absorbed his words with confusion. She had wondered several times exactly why Wyatt was doing this to her…she still could not be entirely sure, but it seemed like this torture was his attempt to turn her…so that she could turn Chris.

“You’re sick…” she spat, her words fuelled by her deep hatred of the man in front of her.

“No I’m not.” He replied evenly. “I merely see things differently than most. That doesn’t make me deranged…or evil. You, on the other hand, are going to be extremely ill if you continue to resist much longer. Your child is already struggling to survive.” Wyatt grinned and took a few steps forward, placing a hand on Bianca’s rounded stomach. “But I certainly don’t care about him. I fully intend to let him die…”

Bianca felt the familiar sensation of tears growing in her eyes. The thought of loosing her child- loosing this symbol of her love for Chris- was devastating.

No matter what he said, Wyatt truly was sick if he was willing to let an innocent baby die.

“How can you say that? He is your nephew, Wyatt. Your blood.” She managed to hiss, hoping that she could at least make him think before he acted.

Wyatt laughed again. “Exactly.” He stated, taking a few steps back. “I don’t suppose you are familiar with Arthurian Legend.”<br>
He took her lack of answer to be a negative response.

“According to the myth.” He began to explain in a tone that suggested that this one of his favourite topics of discussion. “The great King Arthur- the bearer of Excalibur- was finally killed by his nephew, Mordrid. I cannot very well sit back and watch this child grow up knowing that one day, he may be the only one who can bring about my end.”<br>
Bianca could hardly believe her ears- Wyatt was basing his decisions on an ancient myth…a story that, in all likely hood, had never really happened.

“You are not King Arthur, Wyatt. You’re just deluding yourself.” The young woman said, forcing her self to lock her teary eyes with his cool blue ones.

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“Oh Bianca,” he said, shaking his head in mock pity as he began to pace back and forth across the small cave. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. The sword was given to me by the Lady of the Lake…and only the true king- the true Arthur- can posses it.”<br>
“How can you be Arthur if he has already lived?” she retorted- still hoping to make him realize his own errors.

Unfortunately, there were none to be found. Wyatt had spent far too much time researching- theorizing- and thinking it through.

“Hic Iacet Arthurus, Rex Quondam Rexque Futurus.” Wyatt said, reciting the Latin verse he had memorized many years ago. “That is what was written upon Arthur’s tomb; here lies Arthur, the once and future king. Another may have lived before me but it has always been known that his spirit would return again. The once has passed…but I am the future.”<br>
Bianca felt a slight chill run down her spine. His words echoed in her ears and she could not help but see the grain of truth in them.

He was the bearer of Excalibur.

Fulfiller of the prophecy.

He was the future…<br>
She saw a smirk spread across Wyatt’s face; he knew exactly what she was thinking. Knew that she was beginning to see. “Don’t worry Bianca-“ he stated. “I will allow you to keep the child for a little bit longer. Today is not the day.”<br>
She felt the anger surge in her again. She was growing tired of his games. “Why? If you’re going to do it, why not do it now?”<br>
“Because,” he replied as he turned and slowly made his way towards the door. “I want you to do it yourself…trust me, in due time, you will want it dead just as much as I do…”

The cold fear she had become so accustomed came rushing back…she knew he had something planned and she could only begin to imagine what it was…<br>
Her only hope now was that Chris would come. That the mission they were about to lead would be a success…<br>
“Oh, and Bianca,” Wyatt said, glancing back towards her. “Don’t be too alarmed if you hear screams tomorrow night. I imagine that it is going to be quite chaotic when Chris and my father lead their little attack on me.”<br>
He paused and enjoyed the look of terror that spread across her face.

“It’s actually quite convenient, Chris will be walking right into my grasp…” he paused. “I’ll send Barbas back in now so that you two can continue right where you left off…”

And with that Wyatt walked out of the dank room, leaving Bianca full of overwhelming dread.

Wyatt knew that they were coming….and there was nothing she could do to warn them.

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“Don’t touch those ones!” Katie exclaimed, jumping in front of Chris before he could place his hand in the box. “Those are the potions with darklighter poison in them…they could kill you!”<br>
Chris’ eyes widened and he instantly drew back. “Oh. Thanks.” He muttered, regretting his carelessness. The last thing he needed was to be weakened by poison just before they were about to execute their attack.

It was the night of December 30th…at this time tomorrow, they would be preparing to go down to the underworld…in twenty four hours, the battle would begin.

It had been a difficult few days, but somehow, he had managed to pull through. He remained focused on the task- spending every waking moment making preparations. Everything he did, he did for Bianca. He did it to get her back.

He had become more of a workaholic than Leo.

“Is there anyway to make you temporarily immune?” Katie mused, looking up between Chris and Leo and then glancing back down at the box which sat among others on one of the library tables. “I mean…what happens if you accidentally get hit?”<br>
“There’s no way to avoid it.” Both Leo and Chris replied in unison, causing the girl to give a short laugh.

Chris scowled and Leo tried to hide his smirk.

“You two are so much alike at times…it’s scary.” Katie quipped, still smiling.

The elder shook his head with amusement before returning to his serious expression. “Unfortunately, there is no way to get around it…” he explained. “That’s the down side of the whitelighter blood. Chris will just have to be careful…and if something does happen, he can call for someone to heal him.”<br>
The girl nodded, wishing that there was a better way to ensure the safety of her friend.

But she knew that as far as this mission was concerned, nothing was really safe.

They were all taking a huge risk, and she could only hope that it all turned out okay.

“Alright then.” She said with a sigh. “I think all of the potions are now officially sorted…everyone is getting a goodnights rest, and we have our schedule for tomorrow planned down to the last second…what do you say we get some rest our selves?”<br>
Chris nodded in agreement. “Yes, we’ll be no good tomorrow if we’re tired.”<br>
“You two go then.” Leo said, giving them both a warm smile. “I’ll see you in the morning.”<br>
“You have to sleep too, dad.” Chris said, his voice laced with concern.

“I’ll be fine.” He replied. “You know I don’t need that much.”<br>
The boy gave a reluctant nod.

There was a long pause as none of the three made any sings of movement.

None of them truly wanted to go to bed, because they knew that the sooner they did, then the sooner it would be morning….and that soon after that, they would meet their fate.

They knew that they may never get another chance to simply enjoy each other’s company ever again.

“I’m proud of both of you, you know.” Leo said suddenly, looking between Chris and Katie. “You’ve done so much these past few weeks…we never could have made it this far without you.”<br>
Katie stared into the man’s bright green eyes and tried to fight back the tears welling in her own. “You too, Leo.” She said, painfully aware of the lump forming in her throat. “You’ve worked tirelessly…I’ve never met someone so committed.”<br>
She walked up to him and enveloped him in a warm embrace. “It has been an honour to work with you…an honour to meet you.” She paused and drew back, wiping the stray tears away from her eyes. “You saved my life, Leo. Literally and figuratively. You gave me refuge…you reminded me what it was like to have a father after so many years of being alone…” She trailed off, unable to continue.

“Thank you Katie.” Leo replied, truly touched by her words. “I am glad to have met such a wonderful young woman.” He paused and smiled briefly. “Now go on…get to bed.” He said, his tone like that of a parent to a child. “You’ll need all the rest you can get.”<br>
She nodded with a weak smile, and slowly made her way out of the library.

Leo watched her leave before looking up towards his son.

There were so many things he wanted to say at that moment…so many things he did not want to leave buried if he were in fact to meet his end tomorrow.

He had always loved his son so much- more than Chris would ever know…there was nothing he regretted more than not being there…not allowing Chris to see all of the love he possessed.

“You know,” Leo began quietly. “If someone had asked me twenty five years ago if I was ever going to be a father, I would have old them that they were crazy. I never was much of a rule breaker…but then, I never knew what love could posses a person to do until I met your mother.” He paused and gazed distantly out the window as his mind wondered back to his fondest of memories. “We fought so hard to be together…and we fought so hard to have children. When Wyatt was born…when you were born…I could hardly believe all that we had accomplished. A whitelighter and a witch…allowed to keep the beautiful children they had created…twenty five years ago, that was a thought that was inconceivable.”<br>
The elder looked back at his son- looked into the eyes that mirrored his own. “Even when I see you now, it’s hard to believe how lucky I’ve been.” He said with a small smile. “And I’m so sorry, Chris. So sorry that I couldn’t let myself believe what I had been given…you- both of you- were too good to be true…and it was easy to forget because it was hard to fully grasp that it was real…” He trailed off, feeling overwhelmed by his emotion, and slowly moved towards his son.

The boy was so perfect…a combination of himself and the woman he had always loved. He saw Piper in his face, and he saw himself in his eyes.

“If I could do it all over again, Chris, I would.” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’d never have left you…I never would have gone away. I love you. I always have…I just hope that one day you’ll understand that.”<br>
The dark room filled with silence.

Leo could hardly breathe as he watched his son take it all in. He didn’t know if he had gotten through or not…didn’t know if Chris could ever really understand…<br>
“I know.” The young man whispered, breaking the calm. “I know that you’ve always loved me, dad…and I’ve always loved you.”<br>
Leo felt as if he were about to burst with joy.

Despite everything they had been through, despite everything they were faced with, his son cared- in the end, that was all that really mattered.

Without another word, Leo pulled his son into a tight hug and kissed him tenderly on the top of his dark hair.

“Goodnight Chris.” He said quietly as they stepped apart. “Sleep well.”<br>
Chris gave a slight nod and orbed out of the room in a swirl of bright blue.

With a sigh, Leo sat down at one of the many tables in the large library.

It felt good to say what he had been holding in for so long.

He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but he did know that, right now, he was satisfied.

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[leigh19]

CHAPTER 29

“…it is time for a new era. One without conflict. One where every man, woman and child can live together in freedom and happiness- without the threat of witches or any other forces of evil taking away from the quality of their lives.” Wyatt paused and surveyed the scene before him. What had once been the living room of his childhood home was now filled with the worlds most prominent and influential leaders- all there to see what he had to offer. “I dream of a new world. A better world.” He continued with dramatic flourish. “A world that I know I will be able to create. With your support this new order that I speak of can easily come to be. If you can find it in yourselves to trust me- and to trust my power- then the Camelot which many before us have dreamed of, will finally become a reality.”<br>
Applause filled the crowded room and Wyatt found it hard to suppress a victorious smirk. Although he was not an empath, his whitelighter half had always been good at sensing people’s emotion- he knew that he had already won everyone over.

There was almost no stopping him now.

“I thank you all for coming tonight.” He said, looking down from the podium he had set up for his speech. “Help yourselves to the refreshments and feel free to continue wandering around the museum at your own leisure. The count down will take place in this room in fifteen minutes; I hope you will all be able to stay and help me usher in not only a new year, but also a new era of human history.”<br>
The crowd clapped again and with a smile, Wyatt slowly made his way down onto the floor- shaking the hands of many important individuals as he walked across the room.

He felt as if he were walking on air. The night had gone incredibly well so far. Everyone he had invited had arrived at the Halliwell Memorial Museum at 9:00 and he had been able to have long personal discussions with many of the world leaders he needed to be on his side.

They had all absorbed his every word, believing without question that he and he alone could rid the world of the ultimate threat.

The only thing left to worry about now was the annoying little attack that Chris and Leo were about to lead in the underworld. When Wyatt had first heard of his plans from the strange young witch who had, thankfully, decided that Wyatt was the way of the future, he had become somewhat worried. He couldn’t very well cancel his new years gala after so many important individuals- not to mention the media- had agreed to attend. His father and brother had obviously taken this into account when they had begun their plan.

Wyatt, however, was not one to give in easily. He had not slept until he had devised a way to both make an appearance at the museum and stop the witches he had captured from being freed.

Seleucid- one of his most trusted upper level demons- was going to shape shift into him while Wyatt orbed down to the underworld to deal with the annoying little rebellion.

None of the mortals would know the difference- and he would be able to capture his brother along with the rest of the witches that had remained out of his grasp.

All he had to do now was make his way out of the room to meet Seleucid and make his exit…<br>
“Ah, Mr. Halliwell.” A middle aged man with thinning hair said cheerily as Wyatt shook his hand. “I was hoping to have a word with you.”<br>
Wyatt instantly recognised the man to be the Canadian Prime Minister, and he tried not to frown…he knew that they were going to attack at midnight…he really didn’t have time for this now.

“Of course.” The young man replied with a forced smile. As much as he needed to leave, he could not afford to appear panicked in front of any of his guests- especially not one who was in charge of their northern ally. “What did you want to discuss Mr. Mowat?”<br>
“Oh, please, call me John.” He replied, smiling. “I’m sure we’ll be working together quite often in the future, there is no need for such formalities.”<br>
Wyatt had to resist blowing the man to pieces- what ever he wanted to say, he wasn’t saying it fast enough.

Wyatt was running out of time…<br>
…the minutes were ticking away.

“So, John, what was it exactly that you wanted to discuss?” he asked, still managing to suppress his annoyance. He glanced around the room for any sign of Seleucid- perhaps if he found the demon quickly, he could excuse himself for a few seconds and send the demon (in disguise of course) back in to continue the conversation.

“Well,” the older man began slowly. “I must say that I’m very impressed with your efforts to get the witches out of California- from what I can tell you have had great success. In some of our larger cities, citizens have been rallying for me to do the same, but I don’t see how I can without the assistance of magic.”<br>
Wyatt nodded vaguely- not really paying attention. He had more important things to worry about…like getting out of there.

“It would be much appreciated if you would pay us a visit sometime in the near future- perhaps spend a day in our parliament, helping us to set up the types of protection you have instigated in your cities…”

“Yes.” Wyatt replied, still looking around. “I can certainly do that. Now, if you’ll excuse me John I really must-”<br>
“Oh. Please don’t run off yet.” The Prime minister cut in, taking hold of Wyatt’s arm and preventing him from turning away. “I really must speak with you about other very important matters. If you expect my countries support then there are some things we should go over.”<br>
Wyatt felt his heart rate begin to increase and he cursed himself for not taking a shorter route out of the room. It would look bad if he walked out now- he wanted the entire continent under his power and to achieve that he needed the full support of this man…but on the other hand if he didn’t get down to the underworld the attack could very well be a success. He should have at least sent some upper level demons down there. In his cockiness, he had just assumed that he would be able to end it himself…<br>
The seconds continued to tick away.

He needed to get out very soon…or risk a huge loss…<br>
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The tension in the great hall of magic school was almost unbearable. More than fifty witches and ten whitelighters stood quietly, awaiting the first order. In a matter of minutes, they would be down in the underworld- fighting to save the good beings that Wyatt had imprisoned.

Fighting to save their sisters, brothers, parents and friends…<br>
Chris could hardly stand the suspense any longer. The entire day of final preparations had been horribly nerve wracking and it seemed almost unbelievable that the moment he had been waiting for ever since that horrible day that Wyatt had exposed magic had finally arrived. Soon he would be down in the underworld, vanquishing more demons than he had in the rest of his life combined, in hopes of gaining at least a small victory over his tyrannical brother… and in hopes of getting Bianca back.

He wished more than anything that it had not come to this.

He wished that Wyatt was the good brother he remembered from his childhood. He wished that Bianca was here with him…but he knew that there was no point in simply wishing. Taking action was the only way to achieve anything, and that was what he was about to do.

He was going to defy his own nature- defy his own brother.

He was going to get something done.

The fate of the world depended on their victory. It would determine which way the future was headed. People everywhere were about to bid farewell to the passing year and a new one would begin…a new year that would either be full of great hope or great sorrow…<br>
Chris’ thoughts fluttered briefly to his mother. He knew that she was watching over him right now…cheering him on as he fought for what was right.

“You’re good and you always will be” She had said when he had last seen her, that day in the attic.

Those words had kept him going through all of the long months he had had to endure, and they were what kept him going right now. His mother believed in him; believed that he would never be like Wyatt. She had shown him what he had known all along.

“Eleven fifty- eight.” Leo’s quiet voice stated to his left. “One minute.”<br>
Chris could hear the blood pumping in his ears as he waited for the finial sixty seconds to pass. He glanced over at his father and their green eyes met briefly- his feelings about Leo where still conflicted at times, but right now he had nothing but great respect for the man that had worked so hard for the good of this mission. He knew that it was just as hard for Leo to see Wyatt fall to this state as it was for him, and yet he had managed to spearhead an organized attack…<br>
He had never really known his father growing up- at that was hard to forgive- but in the past few weeks he had seen a glimmer of what Leo was truly like. Although they had fought, Chris had inwardly loved getting closer to him. He could only hope that they would be able to continue down that path…<br>
“Eleven fifty- nine.” Leo said, giving Chris a slight nod.

The time had arrived.

Chris watched as his father waved his hand and he felt a familiar sensation over come him. He, along with his group of twenty five witches were being orbed to the underworld.

It had begun…<br>
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Katie watched a Leo sent the first group- Chris’ group- away from the safety of magic school.

The room remained silent as the last glittering blue orbs flickered out of sight.

None of the remaining witches could find the power to make even the slightest noise.

Soon, they would be joining the others.

Soon, they would be fighting for their lives.

The fear was almost overwhelming.

When Chris gave Leo the command, Katie would lead her group down to the underworld and spearhead the second phase of the attack. They would help those who had already fallen, and do anything they could to vanquish the remaining demons, before heading on to the ultimate goal; Wyatt’s prison.

Katie was afraid of what they would find when the finally breached the final layers of security. They could not even be sure if the captured witches were still alive. It had been a long time since he had captured the first group of them- enough time to lead them to insanity…<br>
Katie could hardly blame them if they had decided to take death over a long and hopeless imprisonment.

But, she still continued to hope.

Hope that there were still some to save.

Hope that tonight would be the first of many victories…<br>
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“Watch out!” Chris shouted at the young witch beside him. She managed to duck in time to avoid the energy ball that one of the demons had thrown and, with a wave of his hand; Chris sent it back to its owner. The demon screamed in agony as it erupted into a ball of fire.

Chris instantly turned away, looking for his next victim.

The smell of burnt flesh hung in the musty air of the large underworld cavern and the blood of both witches and demons coated the cold stone floors. Chris did not know how long they had been down there- ten minutes perhaps- but already they had managed to advance quite a bit. Leo had orbed them as close as he could to the prison- when they had arrived, Chris had found it hard to sense the captured witches, but now, as they forged through the hellish tunnels, he could tell that they were getting close.

Almost fifty demons had been vanquished by his team of skilled witches- it was obvious that their training had been a success- and none had been grievously injured. Those who had had the misfortune of being hit by a demonic attack had been quickly orbed to safety by Leo and the other whitelighters. As Chris vanquished yet another creature with a stream of blue lightening, a new sense of optimism welled up inside of him.

They were winning.

Getting closer to the witches…getting closer to Bianca.

He could sense her now too. She was not far away, although it seemed that Wyatt had kept her separate from the others. Chris did not even want to think about what his brother had done to her in the past few days…but he knew that one day, he would get his revenge. Wyatt would not harm Bianca and get away with it. He would make sure of that.

More screams and more flames filled the cave.

He felt a warm gooey substance hit his left arm- demon guts perhaps- but he ignored it. All he cared about was getting to the prison; he paid no attention to the death around him. Demons did not deserve his sympathy- epically those who worked for Wyatt.

For the first time in his entire life, he felt nothing when he killed, and he knew that even if their mission was a success, this was a day that would haunt him forever. He may not have been evil like Wyatt, but he had changed.

Wyatt had forced him change.

He was far from innocent now. He was ruthless- willing to do whatever it took to reach his goal.

The person he had once been was dead.

A darklighter’s arrow whizzed past his ear, missing him by mere centimetres. He turned to face his attacker and, with a slight smirk andwatched as the creature slowly choked to under his telekinetic grip. He needed to find a way to vanquish it quickly- it would not die from anything but its own poison. Before he could come up with a solution, another figure stepped up beside him and threw a potion at the darklighter, finishing him off for good.

“Thanks.” Chris muttered, looking towards the person that had come to his assistance. He found it difficult to hide his surprise when he realized that it was Robert.

The other young man shrugged. “I have a lot of the darklighter vanquishing potions. Call me if you need more help.”<br>
There was a slight cockiness in his tone, but Chris chose to ignore it. As much as he hated Robert, he was grateful for his assistance.

He turned back to the action, noticing that the number of attacking demons had gone down significantly.

He knew that victory was near…<br>
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“He’s calling.” Leo said suddenly, turning towards the young witch. Katie gave him a weak smile, wishing that she did not have to go, but knowing that she had not choice.

She was terrified, but there was no turning back now. They had worked so long and so hard…people were depending on her to be strong.

Katie drew a deep breath as she watched Leo wave his hand in front of her.

Her vision clouded over and her body was filled with a strange sensation- she was going- being orbed- down to the underworld.

When things became clear again, she saw that they had arrived in a rather small cave, littered with the bodies of vanquished demons. Trying her best to ignore the gore around her, she gave her group a signal and they began to follow her silently through the tunnels. It appeared that Chris’ group had done a very good job with the first offensive attack…none of the demons she could see remained alive and the tell tale scorch marks on the walls and floor showed just how many they had killed.

A feeling of relief filled her as she saw movement up ahead. They had found the other group- and she could see as she approached, that they were alive and well.

Catching sight of the new arrivals, Chris pushed to the front of the crowd. He was filthy and worn, but she could see the determination in his eyes.

“Monitor the main chamber.” He instructed. “More demons are on their way. My witches are working on the last door way- we should have it open soon.”<br>
Katie nodded and, on her command, her group dispersed themselves throughout the cave in the formation they had planned.

As the seconds passed the tension continued to build- but so did the hope. They had easily found the prison- no one had been killed- things were going extremely well.

Too well...

She tensed as she saw two new demons approach the cave. Their eyes widened as they took in the sight before them, before being quickly vanquished by the witches closest to them.

Yet another victory.

A series of loud bangs echoed off the walls as Chris and all of those with good offensive powers sent as much magical energy as they could at the prison door. Wyatt had sealed it well, but from what Leo had calculated they should have enough power to break it.

‘Bang’<br>
They tried again.

Katie could not help but wish that she was not so useless at these things- premonitions, no matter how advanced, were of now help in situations like this.

‘Bang’<br>
The seconds slowly ticked away.

“Bang’<br>
Why was it taking to so long?

They needed to free the witches and get out…before it was too late.

‘Bang’<br>
“We’ve cracked it!” a voice shouted suddenly.

Katie felt excitement well up inside of her again. They were getting closer and closer…it was almost over, they had almost won…<br>
Another approaching demon was quickly vanquished.

‘Bang’<br>
They were almost through…<br>
They were actually going to make it.

‘Bang’<br>
A faint blue glimmer caught her eye and she turned slightly to face it. Someone else was orbing into the cave…perhaps it was Leo, here to help heal the imprisoned witches that needed it.

No.

Her heart almost stopped beating as she suddenly realized that that was impossible. They had figured out that Wyatt had placed various spells on his inner chambers- the chambers surrounding the prison- that prevented anyone from orbing directly into them…<br>
Anyone except for Wyatt himself.

“Chris!” She cried out, breaking into a run towards her friend without a second thought.

The sound of orbing stopped, but she did not look back. She knew that he was here; she could feel his dark presence. Many of the witches turned at the sound of her cry, and they too had panicked looks on their faces as they realized who the new arrival was.

In mere seconds all of their plans had been ruined.

The worst had come.

They were going to die…<br>
Chris emerged from the crowd trying to take down the prison door and a terrified look spread across his face as he saw his brother standing in the centre of the chamber.

“You are a fool, Christopher, to think that you could actually weaken me.” Wyatt said coolly, his eyes focused solely on the younger Halliwell. “I’ve told you before, and I’ll tell you again; you can never beat me. You are nothing.”<br>
With a wave of his hand, Wyatt sent any witches in his way hurling into the wall. He was headed towards Chris, a malicious glint in his cold, dead eyes.

Katie could not remember ever feeling so afraid…<br>
“Everyone. Run back to the chamber we entered from and call for Leo.” Chris commanded the terrified witches around him. “Now, go.”<br>
His voice was surprisingly calm as he spoke.

The witches that remained standing rushed for the exit, all abandoning the mission for the sake of their lives. A few remained were they were- Katie among them- willing to die for the cause- not wanting to leave Chris alone…<br>
Wyatt stopped his slow walk towards his brother, leaving about a foot between them. The two Halliwell’s locked eyes, and stared at each other unflinchingly.

Silence hung in the air.

Katie could hear nothing but the sound of her own heart beating frantically in her chest.

So, it had come to this…<br>
Brothervs brother…both prepared to kill…<br>
The mission had failed.

The future was lost…<br>
“I’ve been waiting for you, Christopher.” Wyatt drawled, his icy eyes not moving from his brother’s. “I knew that you were coming…I knew what you and dad had been planning.”<br>
Chris’ neutral expression faltered slightly. “How…” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wyatt laughed.

It was a cold, lifeless laugh.

It was the laugh of a man who no longer had a soul…<br>
“You will find out soon enough.” He replied, cocking his head to the side and looking thoughtful. “Don’t be upset, Christopher.” he began again. “I’m glad they you’re here…it’s been so much fun having Bianca around all week…I’m sure you will be just as amusing.” He paused. “I truly do love to hear her screams…”

“Bastard!” Chris shouted, his eyes flashing with rage as he lunged wildly at his brother. He had lost it now…the thought of Bianca’s pain was too much for him to handle…<br>
Caught off guard, both fell in a heap onto the floor- Chris attempted to hurt Wyatt in any way he could- too enraged to use anything but pure physical force. He only managed one blow, however, when Wyatt telekinetically sent him flying a few feet away.

He landed with a sickening thud.

“You really are stupid.” The older brother muttered and he slowly stood up, glaring down at the boy in a mixture of pity and contempt. “Soon, you will learn to obey me.”<br>
Chris drew several deep breaths, summoning his remaining strength.

“Never.” He roared, sparks of blue energy flashing in his eyes and fingers. “NEVER!”<br>
Chris got painfully to his feet, ready to charge his brother again.

He knew that he could not win…but that wasn’t the point anymore. He just wanted to cause Wyatt as much pain as possible…give back a little of what he had inflicted on so many others.

Chris had not taken more than two strides, however, when he stopped suddenly- his eyes wide with shock and anguish.

Something had hit his back, and a strange substance now oozed down it, weakening him with every passing second.

He slowly turned around to face his attacker…<br>
Robert, who had not left with the others,stood a few feet away, looking pleased. “I told you that I had a lot of darklighter potions.” He said, a smirk spreading across his arrogant face. “And I saved one specifically for you.”<br>
Chris’ heart sunk.

He knew who had told their plans to Wyatt…he should have detected it…he should not have been so trusting…<br>
Katie felt the rage wash over her- breaking thorough the fear that had been keeping her frozen. “You did this. You told him!” she shrieked lunging at the young man who had injured her friend. “Traitor!” Robert levitated out of the way and she fell roughly to the cave floor.

She could taste the blood pooling in her mouth.

Her eyes burned with hot tears.

The room began to fade…<br>
“Interesting.” Wyatt said as he watched the scene unfold. “It seems that you have at least one loyal follower, Chris. Perhaps she should be the next Witch I burn…I promised the mortals I’d kill one tomorrow…to give them some fresh hope for the new year.” He paused and glanced at his brother, who was already pale and sweaty form the poison.

“No.” he gasped, his eyes clouding over in fear.

Wyatt merely smiled. “Good job, Robert. You may leave now. I’ll call for you later.”<br>
With a bow, the young man left the chamber.

Chris began to shake- they had failed- they had been betrayed…and now the deadliest of all poisons was slowly beginning to kill him.

Wyatt had won.

He knew that he would rather die now then live to see the terrors that his brother would bring about next.

It was better this way.

He saw his mother’s face flash through his mind…he could hear his father’s gentle voice echo in his head…he could feel Bianca’s soft touch on his skin…<br>
It was all about to end, but he found himself at peace. His life had not been easy…he had suffered so much loss…but at least, he had felt love…<br>
That was one thing that Wyatt could never have.

He wasn’t capable of it.

Not anymore.

Unable to stand any longer, Chris fell to his knees…it was becoming hard for him to breathe…his vision was beginning to darken.

“I’ll never join you.” He whispered one last time, his voice weak from the attack.

Wyatt stepped up to his brother and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him down towards the cave floor. “You can’t fight me anymore Chris.” He said coolly. “Its over. I’ve won...”<br>
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