Post by leigh19 on Apr 13, 2005 0:20:12 GMT -5
Disgusted with himself, he looked down at his shaking hands. The golden glow came so easily now, but it hadn’t come then…when he had needed it most.
He had failed.
That was all he had ever done…<br>
Being locked up in this secluded room had given him time to think…he had replayed parts of his past over and over in his head, both with the assistance of Wyatt’s memory spell and without.
He knew that he had always been weak…<br>
Useless…<br>
He was like his father…or at least, the Leo he remembered from his childhood…<br>
He had stood by as his brother turned.
He had let the woman he loved slip away.
He had left his own child just as his father had left him…<br>
He didn’t know himself; he didn’t know what to do…<br>
‘Failure.’ His tired head screamed as he lay back on his bed. ‘Failure…”
It was true, he had failed everyone he had once held dear…<br>
He was sick of it…sick of being himself.
He was a pathetic excuse for a whitelighter, and an even more pathetic excuse for a witch.
And now he was trapped, alone, in this tiny room with no chance for escape…<br>
Wyatt.
The bother that had put him though this hell, all the while claiming that he did it for love.
Wyatt was his only way out.
He didn’t want to spend another three hundred years in captivity. He couldn’t.
Bianca had already chosen to take Wyatt’s side. His precious Bianca had betrayed him. But, he realized that he couldn’t really blame her. He was a hopeless failure who had lost what little he had once had. All that remained now was his one final grain of good…maybe; it was time to give that up too. If Bianca had done it why couldn’t he? At least they could be together then…at least he would be released from his isolated hell…<br>
His mouth went dry and his heart beat increased as he considered his choices.
He could give into his brother, be released and reunited with his lover and unborn child…or, he could stay here alone for a few centuries and continue to defy Wyatt until he died of old age…
Neither was satisfying, but one was certainly more hopeful then the other.
He silently cursed his father as he continued to stare up at the dim ceiling, his mind swimming with a thousand thoughts. Being part whitelighter had ruined everything. If he were normal, it would be much easier to hold his ground and wait for his body to expire. Sixty more years wouldn’t really be so bad…<br>
But he couldn’t handle hundreds. He knew that he was too weak. He would give up eventually…and sooner was better then later. At least now, he could be with Bianca.
He hoped his mother would be able to forgive him for what he was about to do…<br>
And his father for that matter. Leo may not have been around when he was growing up, but he knew now that he had cared all along…even when he hadn’t showed it.
In retrospect, he knew that he and Wyatt had been lucky to have them both…but he also knew that theirs was a family that was not meant to be. His parents had been too blinded by love to truly consider the consequences of their relationship. Sure, they had been happy for a time, but then Leo had been summoned by the elders and it became apparent that their paths were to different to ever really meet.
But by then it had been too late to reverse the damage that had been done.
They had made the mistake of having children…children that never should have existed.
And now, it was they that had to pay the price.
Wyatt had been consumed by his power, and Chris- always unsure of who he was- could no longer resist.
They were brothers drawn together by a special bond. Because of their parent’s determination to break the rules, they were the only two of their kind…<br>
Chris wasn’t much of a witch, and as his latest vision had reminded him, he had never wanted to be a whitelighter either…<br>
He was both and neither all at the same time…<br>
He was just like Wyatt…<br>
Sighing and finally giving into his exhausted state, Chris curled up under the thick blankets on his bed.
As much as it still pained him to consider, and as much as his conscience protested, he knew that when Wyatt came back, he would finally be willing to listen…<br>
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A single candle illuminated Wyatt’s dark chambers as he sat in solitude; slowly flipping through the pages of the family tome he had recently removed form the manor.
It was soothing to look over the familiar old pages. It brought him back to a simpler time…a time when the world had seemed so clear…<br>
Things weren’t clear anymore- they hadn’t been for a long time. The only thing he knew for sure was that he sill cared for his little brother; he still wanted him on his side…he also knew the time of judgement was fast approaching…<br>
Soon, he would make Chris choose, and he could only hope that everything went according to plan…<br>
He stopped flipping the pages when a familiar symbol caught his eye. He still hadn’t forgotten what he had read on this weathered old page…<br>
‘The Phoenix’<br>
He traced his hand slowly over the ornately drawn letters. A part of him didn’t want to do it, but he knew that if he was forced to, he would use what he had learned from this entry…<br>
‘Lynn Perry-’ It read deep black ink ‘Chris’ first vanquish.’<br>
Chris had killed Bianca’s mother, and if Chris refused to fully side with him, he would make sure that they both knew the truth….
He would make his naive little brother realize they were both capable of destruction…<br>
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A/N Yes, I AM alive. I’m really really sorry about the delay. Don’t blame me, blame school
Well, actually you can blame me too, I had a bit more writers block on this story, but I totally know where I’m headed now…it’s just a matter of finding enough time between exams to write it out. I should have another update by about next Friday (hope for the best) and I promise that the big Chris/Bianca reunion scene is coming up (2 more chapters till the BIG climax. Be excited!!) Well, I hope you don’t hate me…nit that I can really blame you…and I hope you’re still reading!
He had failed.
That was all he had ever done…<br>
Being locked up in this secluded room had given him time to think…he had replayed parts of his past over and over in his head, both with the assistance of Wyatt’s memory spell and without.
He knew that he had always been weak…<br>
Useless…<br>
He was like his father…or at least, the Leo he remembered from his childhood…<br>
He had stood by as his brother turned.
He had let the woman he loved slip away.
He had left his own child just as his father had left him…<br>
He didn’t know himself; he didn’t know what to do…<br>
‘Failure.’ His tired head screamed as he lay back on his bed. ‘Failure…”
It was true, he had failed everyone he had once held dear…<br>
He was sick of it…sick of being himself.
He was a pathetic excuse for a whitelighter, and an even more pathetic excuse for a witch.
And now he was trapped, alone, in this tiny room with no chance for escape…<br>
Wyatt.
The bother that had put him though this hell, all the while claiming that he did it for love.
Wyatt was his only way out.
He didn’t want to spend another three hundred years in captivity. He couldn’t.
Bianca had already chosen to take Wyatt’s side. His precious Bianca had betrayed him. But, he realized that he couldn’t really blame her. He was a hopeless failure who had lost what little he had once had. All that remained now was his one final grain of good…maybe; it was time to give that up too. If Bianca had done it why couldn’t he? At least they could be together then…at least he would be released from his isolated hell…<br>
His mouth went dry and his heart beat increased as he considered his choices.
He could give into his brother, be released and reunited with his lover and unborn child…or, he could stay here alone for a few centuries and continue to defy Wyatt until he died of old age…
Neither was satisfying, but one was certainly more hopeful then the other.
He silently cursed his father as he continued to stare up at the dim ceiling, his mind swimming with a thousand thoughts. Being part whitelighter had ruined everything. If he were normal, it would be much easier to hold his ground and wait for his body to expire. Sixty more years wouldn’t really be so bad…<br>
But he couldn’t handle hundreds. He knew that he was too weak. He would give up eventually…and sooner was better then later. At least now, he could be with Bianca.
He hoped his mother would be able to forgive him for what he was about to do…<br>
And his father for that matter. Leo may not have been around when he was growing up, but he knew now that he had cared all along…even when he hadn’t showed it.
In retrospect, he knew that he and Wyatt had been lucky to have them both…but he also knew that theirs was a family that was not meant to be. His parents had been too blinded by love to truly consider the consequences of their relationship. Sure, they had been happy for a time, but then Leo had been summoned by the elders and it became apparent that their paths were to different to ever really meet.
But by then it had been too late to reverse the damage that had been done.
They had made the mistake of having children…children that never should have existed.
And now, it was they that had to pay the price.
Wyatt had been consumed by his power, and Chris- always unsure of who he was- could no longer resist.
They were brothers drawn together by a special bond. Because of their parent’s determination to break the rules, they were the only two of their kind…<br>
Chris wasn’t much of a witch, and as his latest vision had reminded him, he had never wanted to be a whitelighter either…<br>
He was both and neither all at the same time…<br>
He was just like Wyatt…<br>
Sighing and finally giving into his exhausted state, Chris curled up under the thick blankets on his bed.
As much as it still pained him to consider, and as much as his conscience protested, he knew that when Wyatt came back, he would finally be willing to listen…<br>
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A single candle illuminated Wyatt’s dark chambers as he sat in solitude; slowly flipping through the pages of the family tome he had recently removed form the manor.
It was soothing to look over the familiar old pages. It brought him back to a simpler time…a time when the world had seemed so clear…<br>
Things weren’t clear anymore- they hadn’t been for a long time. The only thing he knew for sure was that he sill cared for his little brother; he still wanted him on his side…he also knew the time of judgement was fast approaching…<br>
Soon, he would make Chris choose, and he could only hope that everything went according to plan…<br>
He stopped flipping the pages when a familiar symbol caught his eye. He still hadn’t forgotten what he had read on this weathered old page…<br>
‘The Phoenix’<br>
He traced his hand slowly over the ornately drawn letters. A part of him didn’t want to do it, but he knew that if he was forced to, he would use what he had learned from this entry…<br>
‘Lynn Perry-’ It read deep black ink ‘Chris’ first vanquish.’<br>
Chris had killed Bianca’s mother, and if Chris refused to fully side with him, he would make sure that they both knew the truth….
He would make his naive little brother realize they were both capable of destruction…<br>
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
A/N Yes, I AM alive. I’m really really sorry about the delay. Don’t blame me, blame school
Well, actually you can blame me too, I had a bit more writers block on this story, but I totally know where I’m headed now…it’s just a matter of finding enough time between exams to write it out. I should have another update by about next Friday (hope for the best) and I promise that the big Chris/Bianca reunion scene is coming up (2 more chapters till the BIG climax. Be excited!!) Well, I hope you don’t hate me…nit that I can really blame you…and I hope you’re still reading!
