THIS WILL CONTAIN GRAPHIC INCESTUOUS (probably) UNDERAGE SLASH. If you do not like then do not read. I say this so people will not be shocked or upset later. Also there is mentions of violence in the first chapter and character death (but not Wyatt, or Chris)
I really shouldn't be starting this as I have SO MANY other unfinished stories but I just had to write this after being inspired.
Set in the unchanged future, but instead of Piper dying when Chris was fourteen she survives. Phoebe dies, as does Coop.
Piper and Leo's children; Wyatt and Chris. Leo does not become an elder but is very busy with other charges. Wyatt has Leo as his Whitelighter but Chris has Paige because they share a similar parentage and he is not extremely powerful like Wyatt.
Phoebe and Coop's kids; Pixie and the twins Penny and Patti – not the next power of three because that has to be through Wyatt's line; or Chris's because Wyatt is evil.
Paige and Richard Montana's children; Matthew Samuel and Persephone Prudence.
Wyatt's Ranks;
Rafe – a shapeshifter
Angel – a Darklighter
Richard – as in Richard Montana. Wyatt seduced him with the power of magic (not literally. No slash between Wyatt and Richard! LOL)
Persephone – followed in her father's footsteps
Rogue – a telepath
Drew – a vampire
Silas – a demon
The Covenant of Resistance;
Paige Matthews
Cole Turner (because I love him!)
Patti Cupid Halliwell
Others (various; witches, humans, Whitelighters, pixies, sprites, fairies, other magical creatures.)
The Fallen (as in Dead)
Leo Wyatt
Phoebe
Coop
Penny
Matthew
CHAPTER ONE
The worst night of Christopher Perry Halliwell's life happened six days and three hours before his fourteenth birthday. It was a night that would always haunt him, and would shape who he was to become. It would destroy the name Halliwell and it would destroy the world, but Chris was unable to think of the bigger picture as he watched as his brother allowed a group if ravenous demons to kill his aunt Phoebe and the rest of their family. For a reason that Chris was ashamed to admit, Wyatt had 'saved him', surrounding them both with his magical force-field. Chris had cried and begged his sixteen year old brother to save them, to at least extend his shield to help their mother. But his cold eyed idol had stood like a stone statue, the word 'No' from him had been the sound of a death sentence for Chris devotion to his brother, and their family. Chris had thought that the power of three was forever and as immortal as Gods and maybe that had been childish of him, but after that night he left all childish things behind.
After what seemed like hours of fighting the demons finally left. And left behind them the ruins of Chris innocence. Then and only then did Wyatt release his brother from the protective shield and Chris rushed to his mother's side. He shook her, calling her name out over and over again as if that alone would bring her back. With a horse voice he cried out to the heavens for his father to come and heal the wife he so loved but much like when those of no faith pray to God; there was no answer. Chris detected a faint pulse but it was nothing to get excited about. Reluctantly leaving his mother's side he went to the corpse of his aunt and saw that the large feral gashes across her abdomen meant she had no chances of surviving even if she had a pulse. Likewise there was no coming back for uncle Coop who's left leg was completely severed from his body and a dagger was in his heart. Matthew; Paige's ten year old son, had a broken neck, a bruised ribcage, and a twisted spine but what had killed him was the main artery in his leg had been torn open and he had exsanguinated; and what disgusted Chris most about this was that the child had probably died slowly to the sounds of his entire family being slaughtered. Chris leaned in, pressing a kiss against Matthew's forehead and closing his eyelids so his dark eyelashes rested angelically on his pale cheeks, hiding his beautiful eyes which were a replica of his father's. And in the corner was one of Phoebe's twins; Patti, thrown with enough force to kill against a wall. Her thirteenth birthday was a month away.
By the time Chris had checked them all over he had no more tears to shed. He turned his blazing green eyes on his older brother who stood their in the corner, a man of ice and callous unfeeling.
"How could you let them DIE!" Chris said, screaming the last word out.
Wyatt didn't flinch. His expression did not change one bit. He looked on his baby brother with something evil in his eyes. "They were in my way," he said.
"In your way? What does that mean? In the way of what? And why did you keep me safe? Aren't I in your way?" Chris asked, his chest felt as if it was on fire, as if he couldn't be in any more emotional pain than he was right now. "Tell me why!" He begged his brother.
Wyatt's gaze softened and he approached the pitiful form of his younger brother. Wyatt reached out with one hand and touched Chris's cheek, wiping away the last vestige of his tears. And Wyatt whispered in a caring tone; "they would have let you die."
Chris blood turned to ice. His heart literally stopped beating for a second. There was so much sincerity in his depraved brother's eyes, so much truth in his voice. "What… what do you mean, Wy? Why would you sa-say that?"
Wyatt smiled softly at the thirteen year old. "I saw it. In my dreams. I saw lots of things, they came true. But when I saw you die I knew I would have to stop t from happening any way I could. And I knew they wouldn't be able to do it. They would have just gotten in my way. So I got them out of the way. You can't die, Chris. I won't let you." He hand curled around the back of Chris's neck possessively. Chris just gazed up at his brother from where he was kneeling on the floor.
"You saw it? Like…. Like how Phoebe sees things? Premonitions?" Chris asked.
"More like visions. And they only happen when I am asleep." Wyatt admitted.
"But… but you said you saw things. Other than… other than me. Why didn't you stop them?" Chris asked, trying to swallow.
Wyatt looked upon his brother's sweet, innocence looking face. "I wanted to see if they would come true. When they did I knew that my dream about you would also come true. Unless I stopped it."
"No! No, Wyatt. If you got that power it was supposed to be used for good. So you could save those people! Not… not this. Not to kill our family. How does that save me!" Chris asked.
"Killing them doesn't. Not really. But it removes them from my way. Now I can control the demons so no one will ever hurt you, or me. Ever. But they deserved to die; for allowing you to die." Wyatt said, his eyes darkening.
"No… I'm still alive! They didn't deserve to die!" Chris shouted, breaking free of Wyatt grip for a minute. But he was stronger, and not just magically but physically. He grabbed his brother and forced him against the wall near Phoebe's corpse so he was kneeling. Once there Wyatt smiled as Chris struggled, and stroked his face far too intimately for the touch of a brother.
"You should be thanking me." Wyatt whispered. Chris shook his head and averted his gaze, seeing only the ruins of his family. "You should be on your knees, thanking me." Wyatt said as if something had just occurred to him. When Chris heard the lust in his brother's voice he renewed his struggles to get away and tried to bite the hand that held his head in place. But Wyatt used magic to hold him immobile as he pried open his mouth and shoved his rock hard dick down his brother's throat. Chris choked on the invasion but found himself unable to do a thing about his. Wyatt rode Chris's mouth to orgasm as Chris cried new tears, a voice in his head screaming 'not like this, not like this,' over and over again until it was the only thought Chris possessed.
He remembered nothing after that, waking up on the floor of the attic in a strange uncomfortable position, cum dripping from his mouth and the sound of flies buzzing. He opened his eyes to see the corpses of his family and quickly got up and looked for Wyatt. For some unfathomable reason Wyatt had just left Chris there. Chris was about to give up all hope when he heard the horse cry of his mother calling Leo's name.
"Mom? Momma? Oh Goddess!" Chris cried, running to her side and hugging her close.
Her colour was bad and her pulse only slightly stronger than it had been earlier. Tears were flowing freely down Piper's face but a smile tugged at her dry lips as she saw her youngest son. "Chris. Peanut. My baby." She managed to get out before she started coughing. "Call… call for Leo."
Chris shook his head. "Dad isn't answering." He said, and Piper's eyes widened in fear for her husband's fate.
"Where… where is ev-everyone el-else?" She asked.
"Dead." Chris choked the word out. Piper seemed to already know this because her expression didn't change, just more tears fell. "Paige?" she asked, knowing that her baby sister had not been there when the battle had begun.
"Paige!" Chris called. "Paige!"
The shape of his witchlighetr aunt orbed in from behind her eldest sister, the devastation laid out before her but her eyes were already full of tears, her body already wounded. "Heal her, please!" Chris begged and Paige seemed to snap out of her daze and fell to the floor, her hand over Piper's heart as she healed the eldest Halliwell.
"What happened to you?" Piper asked after she had been healed and hugged Paige.
"It was Richard." Paige whispered. "He just started attacking me. And yelling all this stuff about how I control him and keep him on a leash like a dog. About how it's unfair that I won't let him use magic. It was our decision, Piper. We both agreed it was too dangerous. Especially after Persephone was born and then Matthew… oh God! Where is Matthew!" Paige looked around the room, her eyes falling on the dead body of her son. "Why did this happen?" She sounded like something in her had died.
"Wyatt." Chris said, the hate in his voice startling him.
Piper looked at her son and she knew he knew more than he was saying. Wyatt and Chris had always been very close which had been a blessing for Piper especially after the sibling rivalry that had existed when Chris had been born and Wyatt had been a toddler used to being the centre of attention. But it obviously extended beyond brotherly affection if Wyatt had protected Chris while he had watched demons slaughter the rest of the family. "Chris, baby. What do you know?"
Chris looked at his mother's face; so familiar to him, and inside him guilt mixed in with his pain.
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