A/N So this is just a preview to the story. Sorry it is so short, I will definitely be uploading much longer chapters in the future. After this moment the storyline will be branching off and Chris's character will be changing a little bit. I really loved this moment because it showed a very different side of Chris. He was supposed to have grown up in a war zone, alone, because his brother took over the world but a lot of times in the show he seems to be very careless which would probably get him killed in the future so I'm going make Chris a little bit harder but still the good guy/ hero.
Disclaimer: This is the one time I will say this in my story but it goes for all the chapters. I do not own the television series Charmed nor anything related to it and any similarity to other fan-fiction stories or authors is completely coincidental or accidental.
He could feel the fire inside of him burning everything he was to ash. She was the last one left, the last one alive and not she was dead, gone forever. Leo and the sisters had found out one of his many secrets and in a way her death was the price he paid for not only keeping those secrets but for revealing one too. This was the price for not being better, for not knowing that Wyatt would find a way to get to him, even here. He had been a fool to for so many reasons but he had assumed safety and perhaps that was the most foolish mistake he had ever made. Because here, in the past, where murder was a crime and the threat of death wasn't a fear felt in every moment, what was there to be afraid of? Leo was right when he said that trust goes both ways but no longer could he trust. He thought that lesson had been ingrained in him after his mother's death, or his aunts' or his cousins' but once again those he trusted had betrayed him, never again. As he walked down the attic steps he once again locked away that piece of him that had escaped his heart when he came back to the past to save the worlds. Stopping at the entrance to Piper's bedroom, he leaned against the doorway, looking in on the happy child. Whenever he saw this little boy it was hard to see the tyrant he would grown into but for once he could look past the innocence and see the blood on his hands, Bianca's blood. Chris had seen it, lived it, this innocent child would destroy everything. And from the coldest place inside of him, Chris found the will to say, "If I can't save you, I swear to God I'll stop you." With one last glace Chris walked away, there was work to be done.
A/N As far as reviews go, I appreciate them and they motivate me to write faster but I do not depend on them and I will continue writing this story without them.