Prologue
The Manor was quiet. All of the tourists had left and the guards had disappeared for the night. The sky was almost pitch black, the moon hiding behind thick clouds. In the second floor of the ancient house, a single figure stood. Just his presence was enough to give away who he was. The powerful, the ruler of all Evil, Wyatt Halliwell. He was staring into one of the rooms. It was decorated as it had been years ago. It housed two beds on opposite sides of the room. A few choice posters adorned the walls. He rarely came here anymore. The only reason he kept the place open was to remind people who he was and where he came from. But tonight, was a very important night. He was trying to remind himself what it felt like back then.
"You better run little brother," he hissed into the silent air. With a swirl of dark orbs, he disappeared. He rematerialized in the attic. With a smirk he approached the pedestal that for so long had housed the Book of Shadows. Now with a hand gesture, it appeared in its former resting place. He laid a hand on the old, worn leather cover. He had worked hard to get the book to trust him again once he'd fully become evil. He opened and flipped through the pages until he found the spell he needed. Silently he summoned a handful of demons.
"Start drawing," he ordered of two demons.
"You two keep a look out downstairs," he snapped. They shimmered out. Wyatt watched as the other two demons worked, drawing a triquetra on the wall. He was ready for this. He had his seat of power secured. No one dared take it from him.
"What exactly is this for?" one of the demons questioned.
"I didn't summon you to ask questions," Wyatt snarled, sending an energy ball at the creature, vanquishing him in seconds. His comrade stood back, silent. He didn't want to piss of Wyatt more than he already was. Moments later the other two demons burst through the attic door, dragging a young woman, the spitting image of Piper.
"What do you think you're doing," Wyatt growled, forming an energy ball.
"We caught her snooping around downstairs," one of the demons answered. Melinda looked at her older brother. She knew what he was trying to do.
"Let her go," Wyatt ordered. The two demons looked shocked but released her. With another flick of his wrist, Melinda found herself in a crystal cage.
"Wyatt. Please don't do this," she begged.
"Leave us," he ordered the three remaining demons. Obediently they left.
"Stay out of this, Melinda," Wyatt commanded, his tone not as harsh as it could have been.
"Wyatt he's my brother too. I can't let you hurt him," she said calmly.
"I'm not letting him succeed. He's trying to ruin me," Wyatt countered.
"He's trying to save you, Wyatt," Melinda corrected.
"I do not need to be saved," he hissed, coming within inches of her.
"Careful, Wyatt. Someone might think you still have some humanity left in you," she taunted. Wyatt turned from her, furious that she could get to him like that. He needed to leave. The sooner he got there the sooner he could stop Chris from reaching his goal. He looked down at the book and began to recite the spell.
"Hear these words, hear the rhyme. Heed the hope within my mind. Bring me back to where I'll find, what I wish in place and time," he recited. The portal opened and he began moving towards it. He summoned the spell to him from the book.
"Do not be stupid, Melinda. Do not get involved," he ordered. Just as he was about to disappeared he orbed a crystal out of place, freeing Melinda. She ran towards the portal but it closed.
Wyatt reappeared in an alleyway near P3. He looked around. It didn't look much different in this time than in his own. He peered inside the club to find it empty. Apparently Piper wasn't working today. He closed his eyes, trying to sense where they were.
'The Manor. How predictable," he muttered to himself before black orbing right across the street. He could see the Charmed Ones, his mother and aunts moving about the house. It appeared as though they were cleaning up the place. A demon attack no doubt. His gaze turned upwards towards the attic. Chris was pacing.
"The watching begins. And then…you're going to be mine," Wyatt promised to the air around him.