© Debbie Cochrane
Summery
The Future, Twenty-Three Years Into The Future To Be Precise… Wyatt's Evil, Just Like It Was Prophesied. The Future Lies In The Hands Of Two People. His Younger Brother Christopher and Their Little Cousin Ana. But How Far Will Wyatt Go To Stop Them From Turning Him Good Again? Will Ana End Up Like Bianca, Or, Will Wyatt Come Home To Her and Their Young Son Instead?
CHAPTER ONE "Chris!"
"Chris Come Back!"
"CHRIS YOU CAN'T!" Anabel banged her head back against the back of the seat in the car where Chris had left her before orbing off. He was such an idiot if he thought he was going to be able to deal with Wyatt on his own. She knew as well as he did that there was no chance that he would be able to deal with this on his own because Wyatt was too powerful. He was powerful when he was good, but they also knew, he was more powerful when he was evil. Anabel knew Wyatt as well as Chris did, maybe she even knew him better. For one reason… They shared so much together and not only when they were in bed. Looking behind her shoulder at the baby seat in the back seats of the car Anabel shook with fear.
She knew that she had to go and help Chris. But could she trust that James would be safe? James was the name that she had chosen to name Wyatt and her son. He was five months old now. Just like his father with his blonde hair, he was born with some hair. He had Wyatt's eyes too. Struggling to control herself as she looked at the one important thing in her life, Anabel turned to her father, Coop Cupid. She begged him to stop the car. He shook his head, refusing to stop. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to end up loosing Wyatt. She knew what Wyatt was capable of when he was evil. She knew how much Chris had lost through this… she even knew about Bianca… she knew about when her love killed Bianca…
"I said stop the car!"
The car came to an abrupt stop. To the shock of her father, Coop turned to face Anabel, who was staring ahead out of the windscreen. She had one hand on the car door and one on his car seat. Her eyes were glowing a light brown hair, nearly white. She was focusing, how did she stop the car? Easily. Well that is if you knew she was telekinetic. Being half cupid and half charmed one, it was easy for her to have some sort of power, but this girl had a few powers. Well… three powers. "Look after, Jay."
She opened the door of the car once she felt able to. Got out of the car and shut the door carefully not to wake her son before looking at her father. She told him to guard him with his life. Coop was of course trying to get her to get back into the car. Anabel refused. How could she when she had a chance to safe Wyatt and even more important, Chris. Anabel put her hand on the back window as the car drove off slowly; she got a glimpse of James before the car drove off away from her. She looked down, still shaking slightly, sweating from nerves. This was it. She didn't even know if she'd come out of this alive. All she knew was she had to get back to the manor where her mother was raised with her aunts before… before they were killed. '
We were naïve to think we could do anything. To stop him.'
'You don't believe that, or at least you didn't.'
'Not now.'
'What happened, Bianca? How did he turn you back?'
'That's not important.'
Chris shook his head. All he could remember was flashbacks from a past that he wasn't even supposed to be in rightfully… a past where he last spoke to his fiancée, a past that lead to a future when he lost his fiancée to his older brother. He looked up at the manor. Inside there would be more memories, stronger ones. He knew how Anabel was feeling. It was how he was feeling about Bianca. But he couldn't let her get hurt either. Anyway, Anabel was his cousin. She had to be there for his nephew. He couldn't let James loose two parents.
Orbing again, to the attic of the manor, up from where Wyatt had his 'museum' of the charmed ones. Chris looked around. He was hoping to find a few demons, or more importantly, his brother, but no, there was no one there. Although he knew they wouldn't be far away. Considering he guessed his brother wouldn't' leave the book of shadows out for anyone to take.
"Back again, Chris?"
A chill went down Chris's back. He knew the voice instantly. Wyatt was standing behind him. Funny he was sure he checked over there and saw no one. Unless he was, at that time, hiding in the shadows of the corner of the room. Well, he wouldn't have put it against Wyatt to do that. Chris turned around to face Wyatt. He hated him for what happened to Bianca. How couldn't he? But there was an aching feeling inside of him, a feeling of loss, but not for the loss of Bianca. In fact it was for loosing his brother. They were so close once. He didn't know how Wyatt could enjoy inflicting all this pain. "Hello, Wyatt." Wyatt nodded his head once. He looked around the attic. It hadn't changed since their last battle. One he would have one if Bianca hadn't tried to hold him back. He could have killed Chris then. But of course, that wasn't the case…
'It's all about power, its as simple as that.'
'And whoever has the most power wins, that it?'
'That's it.'
Chris though, couldn't help but wonder if that was what Wyatt still believed. He guessed, that it probably was, because if he believed otherwise, maybe Wyatt wouldn't have gone as far as to have killed their father for trying to get him to go back to being good. Leo was virtually defenceless as a mortal. It was funny, now they were orphans along with their sister Melinda, and Wyatt couldn't seem to care any less. "Come alone this time?"
"Maybe."
"Determined to make this easy for me."
There was no sense of Wyatt going to attack him yet. Chris was of course tactful. He wouldn't let his guard down, not now. There was too much that could happen right now for Chris to get naïve. It was in this room that Bianca had died. He wondered… could he look in that corner of the room? That place was the exact place in that exact moment when Bianca died. It replayed in his mind over and over again. Distracting him from Wyatt. Not a good thing. Considering Wyatt could attack him at any moment.
Wyatt had Chris up against the roof of the attic. Chris was clutching at his throat, where Wyatt was telekinetically holding him. There was a glint in Bianca's eyes. Obviously, she wasn't as evil as she was letting on. She gasped as she ran forward. Bianca's arm phasing through Wyatt's back, draining his powers, yet only slightly, Wyatt was too strong. It worked as far as she wanted though, the energy ball Wyatt had created disappeared from his hand and Chris fell to the ground. Hard.
'Whatever your going to do, do it fast. I can't hold him for long.'
She was struggling to hold Wyatt back. Chris looked up at her. He climbed for the loose floorboard, prying it open hoping that his parents in the past had gotten his hint about Leo having to fix it by himself. Lifting it up he noticed the parchment there and prayed for it to be what he hoped for. Thankfully, it was. Reading it allowed, it gave him back his powers.
'Powers of Witches Rise
Come To Me Across the Skies
Return My Magic, Give Me Back
All That was Taken From The Attack!'
He stood up, to attack Wyatt, but Wyatt gotten loose from Bianca. She held a look; she was startled, although she knew she couldn't have held him back any longer. What she hadn't expected was this: Wyatt moved back and kicked her swiftly, sending her back into the air, into that corner. The corner where the broken table was… and a leg of that table were sticking up into the air. Bang. Before she knew it she was impaled on that table leg. She was struggling to breathe as Chris telekinetically sent Wyatt into the chandler where he fell to the ground and seemed unconscious. Chris ran to her, knelt beside her, placed his head on her chest, as she reached for his hand.
'You can finish what we started.' Looking down Chris saw the engagement ring he had given to her in his hand. She was moaning in pain and he sighed. He looked down at her. She was dying he was loosing her. Wyatt was stirring, rather quickly as well. She was looking at him, before gazing up at Chris muttering for him to hurry. 'Take the spell so he can't send anyone else. Go.' Chris nodded before reluctantly getting up and running towards the book of shadows, evading an energy ball. The last thing Bianca had heard and the last thing she had seen was Chris saying the spell to send him back to the past where his aunts and parents would be waiting. 'Hear These Words, Hear The Rhyme
Heed The Hope Within My Mind
Send Me Back To Where I'll Find
What I Wish, In Place and Time.'
"Or did everyone else just know how useless it was coming up to face me again?"
Chris looked away from the corner of the room where he had held his dying love in his arms before looking back up at his brother with hate in his eyes. Was there anyone else that was going to help him? No, Wyatt wasn't going to know about Anabel. If Chris was to be honest, Anabel didn't deserve Wyatt; he wasn't good enough for her. Not anymore.
"No… there was some… one else."
She was there, Anabel, leant against the wall, nearly falling down from being out of breath. Honestly, Anabel had never run that fast in her life and she was a rubbish runner in the first place. She looked up at her cousins. Her brown hair was sticking to her arms thanks to the sweat. She glared slightly, trying to catch her breath. Chris would always have her back up and even though Chris had orbed off and left her to get out of Bay City, she knew what she was doing.
"I-I'm sorry Chris, your not… doing this yourself."
She stood there, looking up at him. Her chest was heaving. He went to go and walk over to her but Wyatt sent an energy ball towards Chris. Moving her hand up, she telekinetically sent it into the wall and told Chris to be careful and to ignore her. She could handle herself… but she was no competition for Wyatt. Yet, if Anabel knew him as well as she thought, and then he wouldn't hurt her… she hoped. Finally, she raised her head to look at him.
"Hello Wyatt…"
