Title: Blood Ties.
Summery: Chris is a teenager with a secret. His life suddenly changes when he discovers where his secret comes from.
Rated: PG 13
A/N: This has nothing to do with the Season 8 storyline of the girls faking their deaths. Also, Chris is 18 to be clear on the time.
Chapter 1: Familiar faces.
"Chris, get up!" His mother's voice called one more time. Chris rolled his eyes at his mother's impatience and put his red jacket on. He looked in the mirror and sighed. 'It'll do'-He thought. "Christopher Perry Anderson! Get down here right now!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" He yelled as he headed out of his room and walked downstairs. His mother was predictably in the kitchen with a batch of pancakes on the table. "Jeez, mom, expecting an army?" He sat down and grabbed five for himself.
"No, just two hungry teenagers." She said smiling and served him a glass of orange juice.
"Two?" Chris questioned and as if on cue the backdoor opened and Allie, his read headed friend, walked in. "Oh, I forget her at times."
"Forget your best friend? I'm insulted." She said sitting down next to Chris. "Ooh pancakes!" She grabbed five for herself. "This is so bad for my diet." She said smiling and started eating.
"Good morning, Allie." Mrs. Anderson greeted. "I didn't know you were on a diet. You don't seem to need one." She poured Allie orange juice as well and sat with the teenagers.
"Thank you, Mrs. Anderson."
"Girls are so vein." Chris shook his head. "Life is more than just looks, you know."
"Says the guy who spent two hours yesterday fixing his hair in front of the mirror." Allie decided to say.
"Did I ever tell you how creepy it is when you spy on me?"
"Several times. And I can't help it if my window gives me the perfect view into yours." They both smiled and resumed eating.
"Well, if you guys don't mind waiting for me to shower I could take you to school-"
"No!" Both teens responded urgently.
"Ok then…" She smirked and got back up. "But I am going to shower." She left the room.
"Well, if I'm going to cheat on my diet I'm doing it properly. Where's the syrup?"
"Counter. " Chris answered. Allie stood up, accidentally knocking an empty glass that was on the table. Chris went to catch it and it suddenly flew into his hand. 'Not again'-Chris thought. Allie, who had her back turned didn't notice. She returned to the table with the syrup and noticed Chris.
"You ok? You seemed startled."
"I'm fine."
"If you say so." She poured the syrup on the pancakes. Chris seemed to have lost his appetite. "You going to finish that?"
"Um… yeah… I mean, no. Not really that hungry anymore."
"You better not be trying to play sick again. I wanted you to come with me to my tryout."
"Don't worry." He faked a smile. No sense alarming anyone. "I'll be there."
"Great." Allie continued eating. "So, what's the transportation plan for tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night?"
"Ugh. Janice's party!" Allie said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Don't we hate Janice? And doesn't she actively hate us?" Chris said as he picked up his plate and took it to the counter.
"That's why we need to go. She practicably invited the whole school anyway."
"Sure." Chris was nervous. He didn't feel like he should be in big crowds. Not until he figured out what was happening to him. It had all started a few weeks ago. Well, that was a lie. It's started since he could remember, he just ignored it. But lately the things he could do were starting to happen more regularly.
"Earth to Chrissie."
"Don't call me that, Al." Chris said and sat back, drinking his juice.
"Are you ok? You know, you can trust me."
"I'm fine."
"Fine, don't tell me. I'll just read your journal."
"Let's just go, ok."
"But… breakfast…" Allie said as she got up and followed the already leaving Chris.
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After school, Chris met up with Justin, who was in his usual black attire, at the school parking lot. "Hey." Chris greeted his friend.
"Anderson." Justin said as he got into his car. "So where do you need to go today?"
"Um, Prescott Street." Chris said as he got in the passenger seat. "Allie's trying out for a band."
"She's not singing is she?" Justin comment made Chris laugh. "Wow, you smiled. Big change from the quiet brooder at lunch."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I just had some stuff on my mind lately."
"Wanna vent? They say I'm a good listener."
"Thanks, but I rather not talk about it." And how would someone be able to explain what's been happening to him? The drive was quiet by choice of Justin, who clearly didn't want to bombard Chris with questions. Something Chris was grateful for. They arrived and Allie and her boyfriend, Greg the football player, were there.
"Oh God… what if I stink?" Allie asked nervous.
"You'll do fine." Greg said with a smile.
"Yeah, you're fan club's got your back." Justin joked.
"Chris, remind me why he's here?"
"Al, Justin is my friend too. Now play nice." Chris said and turned to the house they arrived to. "This place…"
"Oh, isn't awesome? Is so spooky. Apparently this belonged to some sisters that died mysteriously. People said they were in some sort of cult." Allie said as they walked to the house. "The lead singer bought it last week."
"Who's the lead singer?" Chris asked.
"I am." A blonde young man walked out of the house. "Allie, right?"
"Yeah, that's me." Allie grabbed her guitar case and walked over. "My friends wanted to be here for me, I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all. I'm Wyatt. Please come in."
Everyone but Chris started going in. Chris was staring at Wyatt, finding himself in some sort of déjà vu. 'This guy is familiar'. He snapped and walked over noticing that Wyatt was also looking at him. "Have we met?" Chris asked as he entered the foyer of the strangely familiar house. Wyatt just smiled and walked to the living room. There was a girl, younger than them, about 16, with a bass and a guy in his mid 20's by the drums.
"Guys, this is Melinda." Wyatt introduced pointing to the bass player. "She's my cousin. And that dumb looking guy is Holden, our drummer. Guys, this is Allie and her fan club."
"Weird, I said that." Justin said.
"Ok, feel like trying out?" Melinda asked Allie. Allie nodded and started getting her guitar ready. Chris watched as Wyatt walked to Melinda and whispered something in her ear. Now Melinda was also giving Chris looks. Chris flinched a little and stood closer to Justin. A little behind him to be exact.
"You ok?" Justin whispered.
"I'm not sure."
Allie's audition began. She played a couple of solos and then tried three songs with the band. They sounded good enough and the band decided to let Allie joined. "Thank you! Thank you!" Allie said hugging Wyatt and Melinda. "You won't regret it."
"I'm sure we won't." Melinda said and then gave Chris another look.
"Crap!" Greg exclaimed. "I'm late for work!"
"Oh right." Allie picked her stuff up quickly. "Well, I see you guys later. Greg's taking me home. Need a ride Chrissie?"
"I'll take him." Justin said calmly.
"Ok. Thanks for coming." Allie said and she and her boyfriend left.
"Well, I guess we should go too." Chris started. "I…"
"Hmm… are you sure you want to leave?" Wyatt asked walking closer.
"Is there a problem here?" Justin stood up for Chris.
"There's no problem…" Melinda assured. "Don't mind Wyatt. He likes to be creepy at times."
Justin and Chris walked out of the house quite unsure of what exactly happened. "That guy is an ass. I hope Allie knows what she's getting into." Justin said as he walked to the car. Chris looked back at the house and then got in the car too. "Are you ok? Seriously now."
"I'm scared…"
"Why?"
"I feel that something in my life's about to change drastically and I'm not sure I'm ready for it." Chris admitted and looked at Justin. "I don't want it to change."
"What's going on Chris?"
"I wish I knew…"
Justin decided to leave it like that and drove off. Wyatt watched them go from the porch. Melinda stepped out. "I don't think we can force him." She said.
"I don't care. Is not his choice. It's his destiny. Ours. Things are about to get bad soon. You saw it."
"But he doesn't know what he is. He hasn't been trained."
Wyatt walked back in. "We need the power of three back. He'll have to do."
To be continued...