Fallen

[kissofdeath]

Hey people what's up? I haven't wrote a fan fic in a long time but i hope that you enjoy this one. any comments the good and the bad are welcome. helps a writer alot. so........enjoy

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Chapter One

The moonlight fell over the quiet street and the breeze rustled through the trees creating a raspy sort of jingle that verberated off of the dark houses and still cars. The street lamps flickered and buzzed with the sound of light fighting to stay alive.

Wyatt's breathing was heavy, he knew something was wrong. He had run so hard that every breath he took felt as if a white hot poker had pierced his lungs. He had to keep running. He had to run for them. He had to run for him. He had to run for the world.

As he came to a sudden halt, his eyes widened from the sight in front of him. His hear immediately sank and his legs felt as if they were chained to the ground with pounds of steal. He couldn't move and he couldn't speak. For the longest time he was silent. As if he were in a silent movie every attempt to scream failed. THen as if the volume had been turned up suddenly he heard them screaming out in pain and then he heard his own voice screaming and felt his body move foward. But he was too late. As the tears streamed down his face he fell to his knees which were immediately drenched in the blood of his mother, and two aunts....and the body of a fourth victim. It was his fault, all of this. He wasn't there to save them. He wasn't there to protect them. He let out a cry.


Wyatt's eyes shot open as he was shaken awake. His chest heaved up and down from his heavy breathing.

"Wyatt," the voice said quietly. "Wyatt, it was a dream. You had that dream again, didn't you?"

Wyatt sat up and rubbed his forehead. The dream....it was so surreal. He could feel the pain, feel the cold air, the warmth of the blood on his knees.

"Wyatt?"

Wyatt turned and looked at the young woman beside him. He smiled faintly at the sight of her. He was glad to see her face. He grabbed her and pulled her face close to his and kissed her passionately.

The young woman giggled and looked into his eyes. "Wyatt...." Her words were silenced with another sweet kiss. When his lips broke away from hers she gave him a curious look. "It was the same dream, wasn't it?"

He sighed. "It means something," he said quietly. "If it didn't, I wouldn't be having the exact same one every night."

"You dont-"

"Cecillia," he cut off. He gave her a look.

She smiled faintly at him and tucked a strand of warm brown hair behind her ear. Her big brown eyes met his and she kissed his lips. "I'll be fine; your family will be fine."

Wyatt gave her a look and a smile crept onto his face. "You're so optimistic."

"It's like a gift," she said with a mischeivous grin. She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I can take your mind off of it for a while if you'd like."

Wyatt chuckled and began to kiss her neck. "Oh really?" he replied coyly as he cupped the back of her neck with his hand and kissed her passionately. He laid her on the bed and began to kiss her gently on the lips and neck, sliding his hands down to her body and onto her thighs. She giggled slightly and pulled his face close to her and kissed him as he began to lift her shirt up.

"Oh hell!" Chris exclaimed as he turned his back to them.

Wyatt sat up quickly and threw a sharp glare at his younger brother. "I thought I made it clear to you that you use the front door if you want to be let into my apartment. Not orbing in whenever you feel like it."

Cecillia sat up and smoothed down her hair. "You have impeccable timing Christopher. You can look now."

Chris turned and gave Wyatt a guilty shrug. "Your needed up there. Apparently Leo has a special thing or another for you that he couldn't disclose to his other son," he stated bitterly.

Wyatt nodded and glanced at Cecillia. "Reincheck?"

She sighed and nodded reluctantly. This was beginning to really piss her off. Wyatt kissed her lips and midkiss orbed out.

An awkward silence fell between Chris and Cecillia. "Did you tell him?" CHris asked curiously.

"Tell him what?" she asked innocently.

"About what happened last night."

She was silent for a while. "No, I didn't." She looked up at Chris. "I won't tell him just as long as you promise me that you won't let yourself get into that kind of trouble again."

Chris grinned. "I promise."

"I'm seriousl Chris. What happened last night should never happen again. I can only control that element for so long."

"I know."

"Well then I hope you know that you could've died last night."

He rolled his eyes at her. "Now you're beginning to sound like my mother."

"Well then it's time you start listening," she hissed. She sighed. "I don't want to see you hurt. You don't have to prove anything to Leo."

Chris nodded and sighed. "Yeah...right." He sat down at the foot of the bed.

Cecillia smiled and bright smile and playfully hit him in the arm. "I know you Chris, believe me, if your father can't see what I do...then he's missing out on one of the most powerful witches I know."

Chris smiled at her softly. "Why are you the only one who seems to think so?"

She giggled. "Your brother does too."

"You're only saying that because you're sleeping with him." He let out a groan. "Eww..."

"SHut up," she said with a laugh.

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I am so sorry for the long LONG delay in getting the second chapter in. I do apologize for the wait....but hopefully you will keep reading. Thanks for the lovely comments. Any feedback is greatly appreciated
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"Good you're here," Leo said in a monotone voice as he approached his oldest son. He put a hand on Wyatt's shoulder and gave him a gentle grasp.

Wyatt forced a smile. Every single time Wyatt seemed to be getting intimate with Cecilia, Leo would have something new for him on his plate. "So what is so horrible that it couldn't possibly wait until, oh I don't know, morning?"

Leo's blue eyes scanned his son's face trying to search for any reason as to why Wyatt wouldn't see his work as a Halliwell worth more than any relationship...especially with the like's of her.

"We just got word that the Atari clan is on the rise again in the eastern parts of Europe," Leo briefed as he turned his back on his son and began heading towards a gold fountain the back of the seemingly endless room of white.

Wyatt sighed and clenched his jaw. He knew quite well about the Atari clan. They were one of the most ancient clans of witches that hadn't gone extinct. Their bloodlines were a tangled mess of witches, demons, warlocks and vampires. Hardly had there ever been a case of a member of the Atari clan actually working on the side of good. They became stronger after the Great War back when Wyatt had just been a toddler.

Wyatt stood near the fountain and peered down into the crystal clear water at his own reflection. He looked nothing like his mother. He was the spitting image of his father, only more built in his physical frame. There was no trace of Halliwell at all in his face. His brother was the only one who carried the genes his mother and his aunt in the sense of rich dark brown hair and the smooth jaw lines. Even in the way that Chris acted he was more like their mother and Aunts than Wyatt. The only one who Wyatt felt he most resembled was Paige. She too was confident on the verge of arrogance, cool tempered and one to not look before she lept.

Leo touched the water and smooth concentric ripples began to twist and darken as images of the Atari clan emerged.
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Chris glanced across the dimly lit kitchen at Cecilia, who was now fully clothed in her white velour sweater and black pajama pants, as she cooked two Spanish omelette's. He couldn't help but smile at her; she was beautiful, and more importantly, strong and intelligent. If it hadn't been for him, Wyatt would've never met her.

She and Chris had grown up together practically. They were the same age and their parents had been close friends. The two shared the same interests in music, movies and sports. They ditched school together and went exploring down by North Beach even though their parents had forbade them to go there seeing as it lay in ruins since the Great War and it was dangerous. She had been his first true friend, the first person he asked to a dance, his first kiss (even though it was in the vicinity of the game "truth or dare") and the first person that he had gotten drunk with.

Chris knew everything about her. From her love of literature to the fact that only two years ago she met her real parents: the Amazon Queen Arden and her father, a rogue witch by the name of Milo. He also knew that by her belly button she had a deep four inch scar from when they were playing at the cliff house of Ocean beach and how when she was nervous she'd bite on her bottom lip.

Chris blinked as she served him his omelet on a blue plate. She smiled at him and sat down next to him. "What?" Chris asked as he caught her smile.

She shook her head. "We don't get to do this anymore, you know, hang out together like old times."

Chris sighed and took a bite of his omelet. "That's because things are different now. We're different."

"Yeah, right," she said and sipped some milk from a large glass. "You're haven't changed on bit if you ask me. Still stubborn and at time thoughtless."

"What?" he said, his mood now switching to one more serious and defensive.

She looked him square in the eye. "I didn't stutter."

Chris put his fork down and leaned back against his seat. "What's your problem? Everything went fine. No one got hurt."

"No one got hurt?" she repeated. "Is that all you care about? Someone could've been hurt, or worse."

"Yeah but no one was," Chris restated.

"Christopher!" she hissed, her eyes narrowing on him. "Do you even think about anyone other than yourself? What if something happened to you? How would your mother and your aunts feel? How would your dad and Wyatt feel?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "Please, Wyatt and Leo wouldn't care. Mom and the others.....what does it matter to you anyways?"

"What about me, Chris?" she demanded. She bit her lower lip and turned her gaze away from him. She shook her head.

Chris looked at her. What did she mean about that? he wondered. "Ceci," he said, a name she only allowed him to call her.

"You don't get it do you, Chris?"

"Get what?" he pressed.

She glanced at him and locked on his gaze. He could see her eyes glazed with glossy tears. "I don't know what I'd do if something ever happened to you." She got up and dumped her unfinished food into the garbage and placed her plate in the sink.

Chris watched her for a while not saying anything. He didn't realize that his actions last night would have this kind of impact on her. Rarely did he see Cecilia this vulnerable. She had alway kept things held inside, only to take it out on the punching bag at the gym or during a fight against a demon.

He got up and walked over where she stood at the sink with the water pouring in a steady stream out of the faucet. He placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed them gently. He felt her body relax beneath his fingertips and he leaned in and placed his mouth near to her ear. "I'm sorry," he whispered. He let go and turned off the faucet then glanced back at her. She smiled faintly and hugged him tightly.

"Forgive me?" he asked with a smile as he held her in his arms.

She laughed slightly. "I suppose I can." She looked up at him. "Promise me that for now, you won't do anything stupid again."

Chris grinned. "For now," he said. Then he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before she broke it.

"Chris...." she said pulling away.

"Ceci, I-I'm sorry. I..." he turned and walked out of the kitchen. "Stupid!" Chris scolded himself under his breath as he entered the living room.

Cecilia ran after him not quite sure why she was determined to not let him leave. "Chris, wait!" she insisted. She grabbed him by the arm. "Wait."

Chris turned and looked at her. "Cecilia, I'm sorry. I don't know why I-" he was silenced by the presence of her lips against his. Her lips were smooth and warm against his and gave him a warm chill that ran through his body. "What are you doing?" he asked after a while.

She looked up at him and shook her head. "I don't know," she whispered. She leaned in to kiss him once more but before their lips could meet the telephone rang loudly. She glanced over at the black phone as if she had to make sure that was what she heard and then glanced back at Chris but he was gone.