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Chapter One:

He grabbed her roughly by the arm and pushed her out the door and into the hall. He then let go and nudged her, letting her know that she should walk straight ahead. She knew who they were taking her to see and a slight bit of fear was beginning to build up inside of her. Millions of thoughts began racing through her mind, this could be it, this could be the day that he finally decided that loyalty to friends and family wasn't important anymore.

Finally, they arrived at the door and the guard gave a small knock and waited for instructions as to what to do next. Soon the booming voice could be heard "Let the girl in and then leave." The guard did as told, grabbing her and dumping her inside the room. When the guard left she slowly looked around the room hoping to spot the owner of the booming voice she had heard. She saw a dark figure sitting in a black leather chair and knew instantly it was him. The dark figure stood up, all six feet of him, and made his way into the light. He had a malicious smile on his face and the look in his eyes let her know that he definitely had a reason for inviting her for a "Friendly Visit". She knew that this visit was different because not only did he have a look of malice plastered on his face but also buried deep into his expression there was a look of expectation.

"Nice to see you again" he said lightly.

"Wish I could say the same thing" She spat. The fear she felt reaching the surface a little. Don't she screamed to herself, don't be afraid of him that's what he wants and he doesn't deserve your fear. "So what do you want" She finally said after her fear abated.

"Hey now, that's no way to talk to your dear old friend is it? Someone who's protected you all these years, even after you betrayed me time and time again." He said this in a playful way, because with him everything was a game to him, especially other people's pain and suffering.

"Is that supposed to make me feel all giddy?" she snapped.

"Doesn't it? He asked arching and eyebrow, acting as though she should be grateful.

"Ha, know it doesn't. I would have preferred you killing me than having to watch people I care for and people who never did anything to you slaughtered." She said this angrily fight back tears.

"You know…all that hatred and anger you keep bottled up isn't good it might make you do something you will regret" he said this last part tauntingly " It might cause you to hurt someone you really care for…oh wait it already has." At this he laughed seeing the look that befell her face, knowing he had hit a soft spot.

"Maybe my anger has caused some horrible things to happen, but there will never be anyone as coldhearted and evil as you."

"Well that's somewhat harsh." He paused as if in thought. "I've never quite understood why you and all the others can't understand the benefits of being evil…"

"What are the benefits!" she exclaimed exasperated by his words.

"Didn't your parents ever teach you not to interrupt a person when they are talking? Oh, shoot I'm sorry; I completely forgot that your parents are dead. He gave a soft chuckle, sighed, and went on "as I was saying, there are so many more benefits to being evil. For starters, everyone knows your name, they fear you, and respect you. It's beautiful."

Oh please, she thought "So you actually enjoy the way people cower when they hear your name, when they hear the name Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, it makes you feel good, how despicable." When she uttered these words fear bubbled up inside of her because she knew they were words that would anger Wyatt. But, she wanted to utter those words, she wanted to get him back for all the things he had ever done to her and so many others.

She didn't see him stand up or shoot his black rays of magic at her but she sure felt it. The pain was excruciating, but she didn't care she knew now was her chance to fight back, because whatever it was he wanted was more important than killing her, or at least she hoped it was. It took her a second to regain composure and when she shot her pinkish-blue rays of magic at Wyatt, the strength of it caught Wyatt off guard as well as her, as he flew across the room hit the wall and smashed into his leather chair breaking it on impact. Wyatt was down and it didn't look as though he was going to get up anytime soon. She looked at her hands in amazement as well as hatred, magic was the reason Wyatt was able to kill so many innocent people, so many people that she cared for. She hated using magic, but more of her hated Wyatt and she wanted so badly to hurt him the way he had hurt so many and magic was the only way she could do such a thing. She sighed and tears started welling in her eyes, why couldn't this all end? Why was she so alone in the world? And why was she such a baby? She roughly swiped at her eyes and slowly started calming down. Suddenly, she felt a tightening around her whole body crushing her, not allowing air to get to her and causing more pain to her already bruised body. She knew the crushing grip came from Wyatt, but it still came as a shock because she had hoped he had miraculously died. Wyatt's grip started to get tighter and tighter and just when she thought she was going to black out he let her go, body crumpling to the ground.

"Well, that was interesting. Your powers continue to get stronger and if you joined with me I could easily help you control it better and you would become the most powerful witch in the world."

Still gasping for air and drenched in sweat and pain she spoke "not...in…your...dreams"

"You should consider it before tonight. Either way it doesn't matter to me. Take my offer and you'll live don't take and you die. It's whatever you want." He said this as though it were simple and as though the possibility of dying was like a walk in the park.

"Personally, I don't want to die, but if it means turning my back on everything me and so many others have worked so hard for in the last couple of years I would rather sacrifice myself. Besides, if I may ask, what's so important about tonight?"

Wyatt let out a laugh, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement. Slowly, he turned Summoning a new chair to replace the broken one, whose remains he magically threw into the burning fire. He then summoned a chair for her. "Sit" was all he said.

She looked at the chair then arched an eyebrow looking at Wyatt questioningly, then looked back at the chair. Wyatt was known for putting spells on the least likely of objects and she really didn't was to fall under a spell that could taint her decision making.

"It doesn't have a spell on it" Wyatt said amusement etching his words. "I want you aware of what's going on and have complete control over your thinking so when you betray your friends it will be you doing it not me."

"I won't betray my friends" she said self- assuredly.

"Well that's the other reason I want you to be aware. So, if you won't cooperate with me I can kill you and you will be in complete and utter agony."

"Nice of you to be so considerate." She said sarcastically. "But I still don't understand what's so important about tonight?"

"You know your one of the best people to talk to. You're easy to piss off and your extremely sarcastic."

"Yeah its really a bowl of laughs." She heaved a sigh and continued. "Could we just get this over with? I want to see what you need from me, turn down your offer and die today."

Wyatt smiled and then began to talk. "See, so much fun. Anyways, someone from the past or should I say future is due back anytime tonight." He smiled as he saw realization hit the girls face. "Yep our little buddy Chris is on his way back."

Fear seized her entire body, this couldn't be happening. Chris had been adamant about the fact that no one who went into the past could come back to the future. It had been a precaution he had made. Sure, Wyatt could send people to fetch Chris but there would be no way for them to bring him back. Chris had promised her that with this precaution and a few others he wouldn't be back until he stopped Wyatt from turning evil. He had promised her that she wouldn't have to witness the death of her family. Finally, she shook her head realizing, or perhaps hoping, that Wyatt was just trying to scare her.

"He can't be coming back there is no way for anyone who goes to the past to get back." Wyatt laughed at the hope that the girl was still clinging to.

"You aren't thinking here kiddo. Chris had been gone for awhile now which has given me time to think up a way for someone to go and get chris for me. It took a lot of hard work, but they don't call me the source of evil for nothing, I was able to perfect the spell lass week and I sent Bianca to go get her beau."

Hatred filled her heart at the mention of Bianca. The one person who had betrayed so many people, Chris and her included, to Wyatt in hopes that he would forgive her for her misdeeds.

"I-this-I don't understand what this has to do with me." She finally finished lamely. Deep down, however, she was slowly starting to realize what Wyatt wanted from her.

"Y our getting a little frightened aren't you." He taunted. "Well whether or not you like it, you are going to be collateral to ensure Chris returns with Bianca. You see Bianca is going to tell Chris that we have captured you and if he doesn't come back you will be dead."

At his words sprang to her eyes because she knew Chris extremely well and she knew that if someone he cared for was in danger he would stop at nothing to ensure their safety. He wouldn't care if it meant he was putting his life in danger.

"Ah, would you like a tissue or something" Wyatt said. "anyway, Bianca doesn't think it will be necessary to use you as bait, because she believes, naïve girl that she is, that she can get chris to come back willingly because of their "love for one another."

Tears were still springing from her eyes when she spoke up. "I still don't understand what this has to do with me. I mean why are you telling me plan instead of just going through with it?"

"Well, I have a very strong feeling that even if Chris comes back willingly so as to save you, he will fight to the death to get back to the past and to protect you. And, me being the nice person I am doesn't want to kill more people than need be, so if you join me willingly I wont have to kill you and hopefully if Chris sees that you have had a change of heart, he himself will have one too."

"If I don't agree?" she questioned.

Wyatt smiled "You would be stupid."

"That's for sure" she mused "Okay, here's what I think." She paused and sighed, sadness building up inside of her at the decision she was about to make. "I think you should go to hell. You may be willing to sacrifice the lives of friends and family but I'm not that kind of person. And, if I have to die to stay true to my friends so be it. At least I won't be a weak and pathetic human-being such as you."

Something tightened around her throat choking her. She made an effort to fight back with her own magic but it was no use. Slowly she started getting dizzy and the world around her started blacking out. The last thing she heard was "Fine have it your way!"

She woke up on the hard cement floor of the cold and lonely cell she called home for the past couple of weeks. Her body was extremely sore and whenever she tried to get herself off the floor her body screamed in protest. It took her a couple of minutes to remember why she was in so much pain, but once she did fear immediately gripped her body, she was going to die sometime tonight. Then she started thinking about Chris, if he was coming back it meant he failed to save Wyatt. He hadn't kept his promise, he wasn't going to make things better again and most importantly he wasn't able to keep his promise that she wouldn't have to witness the death of so many loved ones.

She wasn't extremely angry at Chris for not being able to keep his promise, it's not like she had really believed him, it was more of a hope thing, hoping he would be able to complete the task. She was sad that Chris wasn't going to be able to complete the mission because it was the last chance they had to stop Wyatt seeing that the revolt was a failure. Even though she was a bit disappointed that Chris was coming back without completing the mission, she was a trifle happy because at least she wouldn't have to die alone. Instead she would be able to see her best friend one last time.

As hard as she tried to keep the tears and sadness down she couldn't stop the lump in her throat from forming. No matter what she tried to tell herself, she was terrified of dying. Even more, she was terrified of what would happen to the last of the resisters once Chris came back and was killed, he had been everybody's last hope. The members of the resistance would probably give up and turn on each other, some going to Wyatt and others fleeing to "safety" and the rest would stick around and die fighting. Chris had been everyone's last hope.

Hopelessness seized her body and a small cry escaped from deep within her terrified body. "no" she said firmly out loud. "if some of the people leave the resistance there will still be enough to keep it strong. The ones who stayed would figure out another way to stop Wyatt. If they couldn't succeed at stopping him completely that would continue resisting. Besides, chris was smart and brave, and just maybe he would figure out a way to get back to the past.

Once the hopelessness she was feeling abated, she eased her way off the floor, with much protest from her body, and onto the small, hard cot she considered her bed. Slowly, she eased her body into a laying position and once she was as comfortable as possible she let her thoughts wonder once again. She began thinking of her family and friends and how much she had enjoyed being with them, throughout all the hardships and loss she had suffered, thoughts of her friends and family always seemed to mellow her down. She had lost every single one of her friends except for chris and she lost pretty much everyone in her family except for three or four people. However, the memories she had of them never faded. She began to drift into peaceful sleep, something she hadn't been able to accomplish for a long time. Laughter and snow filling her dreams.

She was roused by the clinking of keys turning in the door and the gruff voice of a guard. "Get up, he needs to prepare" SHIT! She thought it can't be time already.

"Come on, stalling isn't going to do anything but anger him" the guard said gruffly.

She made her way to the guard who grabbed her roughly by the arm and guided her out of the room down the long corridor to her doom. She had hoped that she would get to see Chris one last time but it appeared as though Wyatt had changed his plans and wasn't going to allow her the one hope she had been clinging onto for dear life.

The guard was gazing at her from the corner of his eye with a smirk on his face. "He has one hell of a surprise for you. I've been telling him for a while now that he should dispose of you and that brother of his.

She looked at him, amused by what he was saying, because no one ever told Wyatt anything and lived to tell the tale. She let out a small laugh and then asked "you really told him all that?"

"Yes I did" he said confidently.

"That interesting because I believe the last person who told him what to do was killed. But, obviously you guys have developed a friendship that surpasses his ego." She said with amusement in her voice.

"Well…I…we….uhh…yeah we have developed a very good working relationship. He comes to talk to me all the time."

Oh please, she thought. Wyatt doesn't have a good working relationship with anyone but himself. "So you and him are all buddy buddy? That means if I were to ask him why he would listen to a distrustful, dirty demon he will simply say that we have a good working relationship." She saw fear go into the demons eyes but then it disappeared and was replaced by malice.

He grabbed her arm extremely hard causing a shooting pain he then said "you wont tell him though will you?" he gave her arm another hard squeeze which caused another shooting pain and then he let go.

She looked at him amused once again by his stupidity and replied with "your right, I won't tell but the probes flying around will." She paused for a second and then tauntingly said you must be new because that sure was a rookie mistake."

She saw fear cross the demons face once again and smiled inwardly. She didn't know that demons could fear, but then Wyatt had come along and proven that they could. When they arrived at the entrance to Wyatt's office the demon was resistant about entering but the booming of Wyatt's voice telling him to hurry up and enter caused him to rush in pulling her along with him.

The room she entered was different then the earlier room she had been in, which had been a drab little room. This room was elegant with a huge mahogany desk and matching mahogany chair. There was an all white fireplace which contrasted good with the red-white marble adorning the floor. Huge candles brightened the room a smidgeon and the windows were draped with red curtains, which were open an inch allowing a little more light to seep through. The opening in the windows also allowed a slight view of the destruction of the once beautiful city. The room also contained three other doors, two of which were other rooms of Wyatt and the other was a secret passage which allowed Wyatt entrance to his highly rumored execution room. The room was amazing, but looking at the beauty of the room only angered her, because while Wyatt was in his "castle" building exquisite rooms hundreds if not thousands of people were dying.

"You like it" he asked twinkle in his eye.

She gazed around the room and then look him straight in the eye and angrily stated no.

Wyatt looked at her amused by her total defiance and asked rhetorically "why not" eyebrows raised devilishly. "It's one of the most amazing things in the world. I saw the look in your eyes when you first saw the room, and you were amazed. Think if you joined me you could have a room and other things just as nice as this."

She looked at him shocked by his words "You're right," she finally said. "this room is beautiful and I would love to have something just as nice, but what's the point when so many people are dying and the world looks like that." She said this pointing towards the crack in the curtains that allowed a view of the city. There was pleading in her voice, pleading with him to see the truth. Hoping, that he would miraculously change his evil ways, even though she knew with every ounce of her being it was a mute point. "You've slaughtered your friends, family, and the whole world, but you marvel at the beauty of a puny room. How sad and pathetic is that?"

The amusement in Wyatt's voice turned into a deep hot rage and he formed a blue-black energy ball. She was terrified but she knew that she couldn't back down. "What's the point of all this if you don't have friends and family to share it with? If to get here you've had to murder so many innocents?"

Wyatt looked at the energy ball he had formed in his hand then looked back at her "the point" he started to point the energy ball at her "is I can put fear in the heart and soul of any human being" He then pointed the energy ball at the demon who had brought her in, who until recently the girl believed had left. Upon seeing who the energy ball was pointed at the demons eyes filled with fear and he tried to get away, but it was too late. Wyatt let go of the energy ball and a few seconds later she heard the blood curdling scream of the demon. "and as for not having any family to share it with, that's not true. I have a few of my dear old cousins and a few friends. As for the rest of my family and friends, I gave them their chance just like I'm giving you your chance, what they do with their chance is their choice. And, about the innocent you keep mentioning, their death isn't detrimental to the world they are measly people who don't matter. "

She looked at him sadness, disgust, and confusion written all over her face "haw can you say such a thing? One person being murdered is detrimental to the world because they weren't allowed to complete the task they were assigned, not allowed to complete their destiny."

"That's your problem you still believe that people have a destiny and you believe in god vs. evil, but if you haven't learned anything from me learn this there is no GOOD VS. EVIL, there is only power." He paused as if in thought and then looked up as though he'd just had some kind of epiphany "As for people have some kind of destiny, then obviously my destiny is this." He said this raising his hands up in the air and then pushing them out imitating the enormity of the world.

"You may think you own the world but you are only one person and there are thousands of people magical and mortal working together to stop you and one day they w-" She felt a tightening around her throat once again and then she felt herself being lifted off the ground and thrown towards the wall. The moment her body collided with the wall she felt the wind knocked out of her as well as a sharp, nauseating pain as her right shoulder was pierced my the hook on the wall. She cried out from the pain and unshed tears sprang to her eyes.

"I refuse to listen to your insults. If your to stupid to listen to what I have to say then so be it but I refuse to allow you to insult me over and over again. The red hot anger that had been in his eyes lightened as he sat down in the mahogany chair next to his desk. "Now come here and let me have a look at your shoulder, I don't need you hurt or dying on me yet. I still need you somewhat whole.

She rose, quietly, from the spot where her body had landed after the attack and walked towards Wyatt "I don't" she said gasping for air. "Need your help" her right shoulder screamed out in protest as she declined Wyatt's help.

"So be it. If you won't accept my help I'm not going to beg. But do sit." He motioned to the chair that had magically appeared. Reluctantly she sat, knowing her body needed the rest. "I'm getting tired of your disrespect."

"Then why don't you kill me and get it over with?" She said this with fear.

"Well, simply put I still need you to get Chris to come without a fight"

I already told you I won't help you. So, if I don't help you there is no way to get Chris to come peacefully."

"I anticipated you not helping me from the very beginning, but you are one of the few people left that Chris cares enough about to save so if I threaten to kill you in front of him he'll come peacefully because he won't want to be the one who killed you."

She realized, sadly, that Wyatt was right. Most of Chris's family and friends were dead or too deep in the resistance to capture. So, she was the only person Chris cared about whom Wyatt had been able to capture.

Finally she spoke "Even if Chris cares enough about me to try and save me he won't risk everything he's been working towards just for me"

"True," Wyatt exclaimed. "But, when he comes through the portal with Bianca he will be a little bit wearier about what he does."

"I still don't understand. I mean you sent Bianca to get him so she could strip his powers, so why do you need me? It's obvious he will have to surrender peacefully."

"I've thought of all that and I'm hoping that Bianca will have been able to convert Chris to my side but if she's not, Chris has never been one to back out of a fight powers or not. That's where you come in. You're going to be collateral. Once Chris sees your life is threatened he will come peacefully so as not to harm you."

"You don't know that!" She exclaimed desperately. "He has risked so much to save you, save the future; he wouldn't throw it all away just for me." She knew with all her heart that she was wrong because Chris had promised he would never let anything bad happen to her and Chris tried his hardest to never break a promise.

"Oh come on, you know as well as I do that Chris wouldn't let you, Best Friend, die because he is determined to save the future.

Hopelessness seized her, she knew what Wyatt was saying was the truth and it pained her to think she was going to be the reason that everything everyone had worked so hard for was going to end unfinished.

"What happens when he surrenders?" she asked in a whisper.

"Well it all depends."

"It all depends on how Chris reacts." She asked realizing what he meant. "It all depends on whether or not chris surrenders and joins you or surrenders but won't join up with you"

"Pretty much." He said as though this were the most obvious thing in the whole world.

"So basically Chris is doomed to die just like me!"

"Well, I'm hoping Chris won't be that stubborn. I really want my little brother on my side, but if he refuses yes, I will have no other choice but to kill him."

"So what you called me here to taunt me about my fate and Chris's?

"So you brought me here so you could poke fun at the fact that you'll be killing me and Chris soon." She stated.

Wyatt let out a huge laugh and said "pretty much and because I'm due at the manor in an hour or so and I thought I would give some time out of the cell before everything goes down."

"Oh" was all she could say. She hadn't realized that the time for her to come face to face with her fate.

"I love the look of pure terror on your precious face of yours. I thought you weren't afraid of dying."

She let out a small sarcastic laugh and then stated firmly "I'm not. It's just once a person realizes death is waiting for them in the next room shock tends to set in. especially when that person realizes she's not going to be the only one to die."

"You know truth be told, I don't want to kill Chris and I don't want to kill you either. Just join me and everything will be okay between us again."

"Your asking me to join you once again." She said in amazement "you really won't give up will you?"

"I want you to join me so I can save Chris. I want him to see that you have given into me too and the only thing he can do to stay alive is join me. We could rule the world together if he wasn't so stubborn. "

She was about to respond, saying something sarcastic, but then the image of Chris, her best friend, popped into her head. Chris was going to die because she let herself get captured. With her in Wyatt's grasp Chris was going to be angry and he was going to fight to the death to save her. Then she began to think about converting. Maybe Wyatt was right. Maybe joining him was the only thing she could do to save Chris. Once Chris realized she had joined Wyatt he would probably realize that the cause they were fighting for was useless. Besides, once they joined Wyatt maybe he would listen to them more and he wouldn't kill as many people. Joining Wyatt might be the only way to live but it could also be the only way to save other innocents. Finally, she mad her decision and before she could change her mind she uttered the three words she never thought she was capable of saying "okay I'm in."

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