Summery: Green Eyes, Black Wings (Charmed and originals Crossover). She was always told "Never fall in love with a demon" But what if Chris perryanna Halliwell, like all the women in her family before her, brook the rules and fell for the one person that she shouldn't have? What if Instead of a demon, in the dark future Chris fell in love with a vampire. An original vampire. What if he was Chris' real soul mate.
What if the day Chris Perry died her soul was left at an impasse, not able to return to the future unable to stay in the past, and in danger of disappearing, Death offers another alternative. To be reborn as someone else in alternate reality where Chris perryanna Halliwell never existed.

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Chapter: Prologue

Chris knew the moment she lost that tenuous grip she had held on to life, it seemed to slip away from her like sand through her fingers; impossible to hold no matter how desperately she tried. She didn't want to die, she didn't want to disappear and never be able to rejoin the timeline. She wanted to live, to see her mother alive and well, Wyatt grown and good, to hug her brother and not fear the consequences, not fear retaliation. And Chris desperately wanted to Just once more see those Devil blue Eyes.

Blue eyes.

They haunted her. She saw them in her minds eye every morning when she slowly opened her own eyes and blinked away the last vestiges of sleep, ready to face an exhausting world. They lingered even after the rest of the nightmares had faded and the harshness of reality slapped her in the face. Disembodied, forever burned into her memory, mocking her.

Sometimes she saw different eyes. Brown ones, or hazel. Memories of her mother, her aunts, her cousins.

But they always merged together and changed, the colors slowly becoming blue.

Blue eyes.

Chris closed her eyes for a final time, she could no longer feel her body, couldn't feel her father's hands clasped tight on her shirt, as though that desperate hold anchored Chris's life to her body.

When Chris opened her eyes Leo was holding on to the bed cover, his shoulders were shaking and Chris's body was no longer there. Instead Chris stood at the end of the bed, invisible to all in the room; her heart sank as she realised that her soul wasn't moving on, her hopes of rejoining the time line was shattered.

"Yes, you do pose a rather unique problem young Nephilim ." A quiet voice intoned from behind her.

Chris's rolled her eyes but she didn't turn, she new that the presence behind her could only be Death, she was going to be ferried to the 'Other World' whether she wanted to go or not…it was impossible to bargain with Death.

"Yes it is rather."

"Oh save it." She muttered and ran a hand through her hair. Slowly Chris turned to face Death; a tall figure dressed all in black, swept back blond hair and dulled grey gave a wary grin and he tipped his head to her in a show of respect? What the hell?

He chuckled and held out his hand. In his mind's eye death could see the prince of darkness Wyatt Halliwell in the dark future that was being swept away in a sandstorm screaming in rage and pain, their completely shattered Bond slowly bleeding him dry until his heart gave out. Death has always found the Older Brother in every past and present life to be the crueler, more controlling sibling. Unable to let go even if it would be the better option. It never ended well for them, the Youngest always ending up receiving a visit from a Reaper or Death itself in every one of their lifetimes. Still he would not begrudge the prince of darkness for clinging to Pure Love. Chris' hand was warm. He gently pulled her into her Limbo. He could see himself doing this action in other times in other Lives but always was she willing. And always would she end up Young and waiting.

The move form the mortal realm to the ghostly one was jarring and Chris stumbled forward and would have fallen, had Death not been still holding onto her hand.

The ghostly plane just like last she had been here, was an eerie replica of the mortal, living plane, everything seemed hollow, empty copies of the originals, every movement, every shift and sound bounced of the walls in a creepy echo. Chris shuddered, great, she was officially dead. No point in stalling.

"What I don't even get to stay for my funeral?" Chris questioned lightly, stalling the inevitable anyway just for the hell of it. She never liked the easy way anyway.

"Your mistaken little Nephilim, today is the day of your birth, not you death. And that is exactly why, you pose a rather unique problem for me and I'm not entirely sure what to do with you."

Chris dared not to look hopeful, "So I can go rejoin the timeline?"

"No little Nephilim, you can not as that is impossible. You see the Chris Halliwell being born today will be raised differently from the way you were raised. She will have different experiences and memories that vary from your own." Death paused and looked thoughtful. "however, no mater how different she will be in character , your soul is the same and so you can not go to the 'Other World' as you called it, because eventually she will have to go there as well and two souls that are exactly the same cannot occupy the same space."

Death sighed and a perplexed look crossed his face, Chris hadn't realised that Death could exhibit such emotions.

"Yes you pose quite a problem young Nephilim, I simply don't know what to do with you."

"Well I could" Chris began before Death rose a hand to shush her. Chris huffed crossed her arms with an offended expression. If it had been anyone but death who had dared to shush her. She would have kicked them so hard they would have seen stars.

"No. Young Nephilim you cannot rejoin your original timeline because it simply doesn't exist any more, not on any plane. No I have to think of something else." Death's right hand went to his chin and he tapped his index finger on his jawbone as he stood there, blithely deciding Chris's fate. Chris could help but think this grossly unfair.

"It might be unfair but I think we might have a solution." Death said abruptly, looking down at his nails.

"We?" Chris asked.

"The angel of destiny and I, have a solution for you, tell me young Nephilim what do you know about alternate timelines?" Death stared unblinking into Chris's eyes.

"Umm, I know, or more like I have theorised that time isn't lineal , it branches off much like a tree, or a bloodline, with every decision people make there are about five to ten possible outcomes, or branches as the case may be.

"Exactly. Now when you came back in time, you eradicated the branch where Wyatt becomes evil because of Gideon, so you see you have nowhere to return to, even if it is to die. Now do you understand?"

Chris struggled to keep up with Death's explanation, she did understand as she had research the subject day and night for almost a year before taking the trip in time, but still she had hoped she would at least be able to reunite with her family, her love in the afterlife.

"Little Nephilim, you achieved what you came here to do, you protected your brother, your world, you sacrificed yourself to that end, do not feel disappointed, feel proud, your brother will never become the price of darkness of your world."

"It hard to feel anything with you telling I'm prisoner here until I fade away into nothing. Can I ...is it possible for me to see my mom or my brother or Klau- ,"

Death moved closer to Chris shaking his head before she could even finish, his grey eyes full of something like regret and much less dull, more like pools of thought.

"Nephilim, that is not possible. However you did a noble thing and the Powers that Be recognise this, you sacrificed your self for the greater good, you don't deserve to disappear, which is what will happen if you are left in this realm unattended. Already your younger self is ready to be born and once she is you will be no more."

Chris drew in a shuddering breath, she found it odd that even though she was aware she no longer had a corporeal body; she still felt that nervous breath fill her non-existent lungs.

"What I propose young Nephilim is giving you a life in a different timeline, one in which you don't exist."

Chris looked at Death expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop; there was no way the 'Almighty powers of Good' would ever allow a dead soul to live unless there was some hidden, unexpected catch.

"Nephilim , understand that the forces of good reward acts of self-sacrifice, but you are correct in assuming you wouldn't simply be dropped of in another branch of the time line and left to continue your life. Unfortunately it is not that simple."

Chris sighed, releasing her pent up breath, "No, of course not, it never is 'that simple.'"

"I don't mean to rush young Nephilim but were out of time. Chris, you must decide, do you wish for your soul to disappear and be absorbed by baby Chris or do you wish to go to a time line that your soul simply doesn't exist?"

"What happens if I choose this other time line, you said there was a catch, what is it?"

Death smiled slightly, "You're a smart one, and your question is valid. If you choose a different time line, you have to remember that there is no Chris Halliwell, you don't exist and your family will not either. You see in this other reality the warren bloodline was cut short before it's time. Meaning the charmed ones were never born. Meaning the balance is no more and power has shifted like in your world in evils favour. It desperately need a source of light to combat it."

"Me?"Chris's heart drummed in her chest, either she would disappear entirely or she could go to a place where her family doesn't exist. She clenched her hand over her heart, she had two abysmal choices. If she chose to disappear, he would at least be absorbed by baby Chris, she wouldn't remember her life but at least some part of her would be remembered. However if chose the other time line then while she would remember her life, her family, the people she loved, none of them would be there. Not even the man she loved, he would be a stranger to her, Chris frowned "What about my body, what about my powers? If I don't exist in that plane then neither does my body, and neither does my powers, I wouldn't have any in that plane would I?"

Death's emotionless chuckle echoed strangely in the ghostly plane, causing shivers to run up and down Chris's spine.

"I told them you were smart. Yes Nephilim, you are right, technically your body would have to be different, however your powers, your elder powers, the grace which they originate are tied to your soul, meaning you would retain your powers. And as an added bonus the next time you are reborn on that plane, your soul would gain extra powers as payment for your current life's good deeds."

"What about my body?" Chris couldn't help but be worried that she would be shoved into the body of an overweight, middle aged, teacher, two minutes before that body had a heart attack. It was then that Chris realised that she had almost made her decision; truthfully she would rather be unknown with the opportunity to be known than to disappear and be remembered as a slightly neurotic visitor from a horrific future.

Death smiled at her, thin lips stretched unnaturally over white teeth. "Yes you're definitely smart. To answer your question Chris, what we would do is search around, find a soul belonging to young child about to die and simply replace that soul with your own."

"Isn't that ethically wrong, or at least ambiguous? I mean here's this family grieving over the loss of a loved family member when 'bam' we come in take the body, make it alive again, and this family wind up with a person they have never really known."

"You see that is one of the catches, the person who's body we acquire must have no family, no friends and ultimately must have been a terrible person with an evil soul."

"I'm going to be ugly aren't I?"

"You better then anyone should know young Nephilim; the more evil a person is the more attractive they are."

"Really? until you just mentioned it I had no idea."

"Come," Death stretched out his arm, palm open, "Let us go meet you destiny."

Her decision made, Chris reached out and once more took Death's hand, a shining portal opened up before them.

"Do not be afraid; remember I'll be with you every step of the way." Said Death and then the two stepped through leaving the ghostly plane behind.

TBC

Well there is our Prologue, let me know what you think, if I should continue…etcetera etcetera.