The boring bit

I own absolutely nothing and I'm warning you in advance, this story will probably contain:

swearing,

hazardous spelling,

inappropriate grammar

I will always try to minimize the last two, but unfortunately I often miss words, if I get five corrections for one chapter I'll take it down and repost, if it bothers you so much don't read my stories.

I believe swearing to be an integral part of speech and I will use it if it fits the character who is speaking got it? If it offends you or something please don't read. Also I will probably update unbelievably irregularly and disappear for months at a time.

This is an AU from some point in the 6th series,which is also the point in time at which it takes place. They know Chris is half witch/ half white-lighter, they know Wyatt is going to turn evil, but they don't know who Chris is.

Chapter"renovated" 29th June 2008

Chris was backed up against a wall behind P3. The brick was wet, and the night air was cold, the young man suppressed a shudder intent on showing no weakness to the nine demons surrounding him, there were four patches of dust nearby that had been demons until rather recently, Chris was tired and battered and fully aware of the fact that he was in a great deal of trouble. Thirteen demons was a great deal more than he'd been expecting to deal with, ten more to be exact, but Chris wasn't ready to call for backup or run just yet. Either of those options would require an explanation for the sisters and Leo, it would also require admitting he needed help.

The demons all had cracked dusty green skin, not one was below seven feet, clothed in leather dyed, or stained into subdued colours, they brandished swords and daggers, the musty stench surrounding them was nearly overpowering. They were the Hileg, when he was a lot younger Chris had fought them with Wyatt, their power, to speed up or slow down time around any given thing, was terrifying to watch in action, Chris had been tracking this band all week, he hadn't been in time to save either of the victims that had alerted him to the presence of this band in the area, Chris figured this would be his last chance to vanquish them unless he wanted to follow when they moved town.

Chris was counting on being able to out-gun them, he knew he couldn't win this on skill and experience most of the Hileg were well over five hundred years old. He also remembered freezing potion killed them. Chris' current plan of action was start with the leader, minions were usually weaker without a leader, and hell if he was lucky it might trigger a chain reaction of vanquish through the band, it was almost certainly wishful thinking, but stranger things had happened.

"Do you want to die today little one?" leered a Hileg in a dark brown cape, she, or at least Chris assumed it was a she, was preparing to throw an athame at Chris. The young man suddenly realised something that had foolishly been forgotten from his plan. Saving beating himself up internally for a more convenient time the young witch quickly analysed the situation.

"If I vanquish the leader all his minions will go on an insane rampage, that's what happened ... next time?.. but minions first so they can't destroy the entire neighbourhood, he must be the..." at this the demon, bored with the waiting for pleas of mercy threw her weapon with deadly grace. Chris; moving not quite quickly enough, was slashed along the side by the projectile, he winced and staggered backwards, once again hitting the wall he'd only just stepped away from.

"You know what that means little one? It means for every drop of poison off my blade that has got into your weak blood you'll get a year older, it'll happen in just a few minutes..." The Hileg's smile was horrifying, yellow and brown fangs glinted with menace.

"It's a very painful process"

"You'll wish you'd never been born"

"Will you grow old?" thirteen demons had the unfortunate side affect of thirteen times the normal level of evil banter, that's if thirteen demons wasn't enough misfortune for you.

"Why didn't you attack when you had the.." Chris orbed a small vial of the potion from his pocket and threw it at the minions, he orbed past their leader and pulled out more vials, he'd got out of tighter scrapes and his age didn't appear to be changing. He'd fight on alone, as usual.

"Into the valley of death ride the Hileg." he muttered, smirking, it was a fairly pathetic bit of battle banter, but no one who wasn't going to be vanquished heard it.

-elsewhere-

Three hours later there was a call at the Halliwell mansion, Piper picked it up, phone calls before breakfast were unusual to say the least. Her sisters, awoken by the noise huddled nearby and attempted to listen in with interest.

"Halliwell residence, Piper speaking."

"..."

"Oh... Hi, good morning?"

"..." Piper's eyes widened, she listened closely then evidently interrupted the caller.

"Are you sure? Vandals?"

"..."

"No of course, I'll be right there, thank you, buh bye now." Piper put the phone down, looking worried, Paige and Phoebe hurried over.

"Honey what's wrong."

"That was P3's cleaner, she seemed to think it had been vandalised, but what she described, burns, blood and 'ikky stuff' it sounds demonic." Piper winced, her poor club "Would you two come with me to check it out?"

"Course we will honey." promised Phoebe and picking up her laptop she headed towards the door

"I'm only free until midday, but I'll come by to help till then." agreed Paige pulling on her shoes.

"Do you think Paige and your cleaner are related?"asked Phoebe as they reached Piper's car, her older sister was somewhat confused by the question.

"Huh?"

"I'm just saying 'ikky stuff' sounds like something she would say."

"Phoebe!" yelled Paige from the doorway.