I've never thought about killing him. That's what you want to hear, right? The sisters never gave up on each other when they turned each turned evil. INeither should their sons./i That's the totally in no way unspoken message I got the first time I managed to summon my Aunt Phoebe's spirit.

Right. Except that the sisters? They turned evil for oh, a day. Two weeks tops. The mean was 3 days; I did the research. Doesn't exactly hold a candle to the eight years, four months, twelve days Wyatt's got going on. What? I like specifics. I did my research for that, too. He was 12 years old when he did what he did. I12./i It's seriously well documented what the Charmed Ones were doing at that age, and the worst of it was Paige flirting with a pack a month habit. Or Aunt Phoebe shoplifting a push-up bra from Macy's. Not sure which of those is more disturbing.

Point is? Tearing down an already broken world and making it up in your own image isn't anywhere on that list. So, yeah. My brother's a different breed of evil. Even in my future, Wyatt was something else. You had your thieves, your killers, your witch-hunters, and I had Wyatt. At first that was good. Great, even. Telekinesis and orbing only got a kid so far. Add to that the fact that I'm Charmed progeny and yeah, I had more than a few demons wanting to court favor with the Titans by handing me over.

They had to get through Wyatt first. My Aunt Phoebe too, but it was an open secret by that time that one Charmed One alone was nothing great to fear. At least, not Phoebe. The way people would talk about my mom, it was clear to me that she had some serious power, and an even more serious temper. Prue was the same. Which never seemed fair to me, since her main power was telekinesis and that's mine too, so you'd think that more demons would tremble at my feet too. But no. Being the eldest Charmed One gave her something special. More fire-power. Paige didn't stay warm-blooded long enough to gain much of a reputation.

The way Aunt Phoebe told it, Wyatt had a reputation before he was one year old. If you can believe it. I still can't, and I've been subjected to the long cast of his shadow before I could even walk. An entire law was made up that prevented evil from going after him when he was just a kid, but I was too unimportant to gain anything like that. I was fair game. Nice, right?

Wyatt protected both of us. Kept us safer than anyone else was. I guess that's why I didn't see it at first. I was 10 when it happened, but in my world that's no excuse. My cousin was only 3 years old and that didn't stop what happened to her.

You want to survive? Be strong. Be smart. Don't slip from balancing on top of that ball, 24/7. Hide up trees. Bed down in basements. Brew a Potion to block the bulk of your powers, so he can't find you. Listen to your aunt when she makes a mockery of an easy breath and blinks in a way that means you should leave her to die alone. Sharpen all your athames. Learn all about the vulnerability that comes from being family. Bleed out both arms. Chant until your voice is hoarse. And when the bond of blood pulls him into your crystal cage, startled and off guard, look right into his coldly curious blue eyes as he mouths your name and don't hesitate.