Wow. It's been about a year since I updated, but fear not, I have at last made an update. However you may notice I made several changes to this story including title and rating. I also rewrote chapter 1, so I suggest re-reading that before starting on chapter 2 since I made several big changes to the storyline.

WARNING: This chapter contains a pretty explicit rape scene. There is also some violence.


Phoebe looked frantically, searching for something familiar in the man standing before her, but, saw nothing but cool indifference in his eyes, "Wyatt…" she managed to choke, "Why...why are you doing this?"

"Because Aunt Phoebe, I need to show the world just who they're dealing with. They need to know that they can't attack my family."

"Mortals aren't the evil Wyatt, demons are. Your mother taught you to protect the innocent." Paige tried desperately to convince her not to unleash hell on the world, but her action was futile.

"Never. Mention. My. Mother." He spat at Phoebe, "Not when you failed to save her." Phoebe actually stepped back, now dangerously close to edge of the Golden Gate Bridge.

Wyatt stepped back and seemed to check his anger, before continuing calmly, "Don't you want our family to be protected from the monsters that killed my mother?"

"Not this way." She managed to whisper, "Please, Wyatt. Don't do this." He ignored her and began to chant. "I'm sorry." Phoebe murmured before smashing a potion on his back, stepping back quickly, and screaming, "NOW!"

Paige orbed onto the bridge and threw another potion at Wyatt, who quickly raised his shield, but not in time to prevent the potion from hitting him. He turned to his aunts in a murderous rage and attempted to use his telekinesis to throw them off the bridge, but Phoebe deflected it back at him using her empathy. It harmlessly bounced off his shield leaving Wyatt staring in disbelief at his aunts.

"Did you really try and vanquish me? Me?" Wyatt asked, still in disbelief.

"No. Not yet." Paige said spitefully as she and Phoebe began chanting in unison,

"Piper, Prudence, Penelope, Patricia, Melinda, Astrid, Helen, Laura, and Grace; Halliwell witches stand strong beside us; vanquish this evil from time and space."

"AHHHH!" Wyatt screamed as the power of their spell burst through his protection shield and hit him. A ball of fire exploded as Wyatt's form was hidden in the flames and smoke and his screams pierced the ears of his aunts who could only look in horror at what they had done.

"Let's go." Paige said quietly, taking her sobbing sister's hand, "We don't need to watch this." The two witches embraced as Paige quickly orbed them away from the fiery mess atop the Golden Gate Bridge.


"I can't believe we just did that." Phoebe collapsed as the two women materialized in the attic. "We vanquished our nephew." Her voice conveyed her distress, "Piper would k..kill us." She sobbed her voice breaking.

"She would have made the same decision. Wyatt was about to unleash the Underworld on San Francisco. We had to protect innocents." Paige tried to reason even with tears running down her own cheeks.

"My God! What are we gonna tell Chris?" Phoebe asked, her heart breaking at the thought of her nephew's face when they told him they had murdered his brother.

"Chris will understand. He has to." Paige said slowly as if she was trying to convince herself.

"Chris will understand what?" a suspicious voice questioned behind the two sisters. Both turned abruptly and saw their surly seventeen year old nephew standing before them.

"What will I understand?" He asked a little forcefully, "Is it Wyatt? Did you guys find him?"

Phoebe let out a sob as Paige attempted to compose herself and explain, "He…Chris he's…Wyatt's not the person you remember. He's changed."

"I don't understand," Chris stated haltingly, "Is he alright?"

"He's evil!" Phoebe burst out, "Or at least he was."

"What do you mean was? Is he dead? Did you two kill my brother?" Chris's disbelief shone through his face as his two aunts only looked at him as both tried to come up with some explanation.

"Chris he was going to open a hellhole. He was going to unleash demons on the city. Please Chris, you have to listen to us!" Paige pleaded as her nephew slowly made his way toward the open attic door.

"No," he said shaking his head slowly, "You're not my mother! Either of you! I'm going to find my brother!" he shouted defiantly as he orbed out of the attic onto the Golden Gate Bridge, the place he sensed his brother last.


Upon his arrival he saw only a burned scar on the majestic, iconic, red bridge. "Oh God," he murmured, falling to his knees, "they really did it."

He sat in stunned silence staring at the place his brother once stood, and was overtaken with an unquenchable burning rage. "I'll kill them." He whispered softly then more loudly, until he was screaming, "ILL KILL THEM ALL!"

"Easy now little brother." A voice behind him chuckled, Chris whirled around and saw the last person he ever expected. His big brother was smirking at him, almost as if he was saying, "Stupid kid, did you really think they could kill me?"

"Wyatt!" Chris exclaimed, as he ran into his brother's arms, forgetting for a moment that he was a manly seventeen-year old who didn't show affection. Wyatt seemed to forget this too as he wrapped his arms around his brother, in a tight hug.

"Hey. It's cool bro. Guess it's just the two of us now huh?" Wyatt said as Chris slowly drew away.

"Maybe…maybe they didn't mean to…" Chris began, trying to think of any possible reason his aunts would have for vanquishing his brother.

"No. They knew exactly what they were doing. Chris ever since mom died, they've been power hungry. They aren't the Charmed Ones anymore, and they can't stand when anyone else has more power than they do. That's why they tried to kill me." Wyatt explained sounding much older than his nineteen years.

"They said you were evil." Chris said, his voice puzzled, sure he hadn't seen Wyatt in over a year, sure his hair was a little longer, but this was his big brother. After their mother died, Wyatt had taken care of Chris. Wyatt had basically become a parent at sixteen, since their father became completely absent after their mother's death. Neither boy had seen the Elder since Piper's funeral.

"Do I look evil to you?" Wyatt asked with a grin. Chris smiled a bit and shook his head. "Good. C'mon now, you can't go back there. Pretty soon they'll be jealous of you, and try and kill you too."

"Where will we go?" Chris asked, trusting that his brother had a plan in mind.

"I've got a little place with some…friends." Wyatt responded, grabbing his brother's hand and orbing off the bridge.


"Chris! CHRIS!" Phoebe called again and again, praying her nephew would answer. Paige sat in the corner, quietly scrying for her missing nephew.

"Mom?" a call came through the open door shortly followed by a girl, about sixteen years old with waist length brown hair. "We can't sense anything, and we've been searching for hours. Parker and I have been love- searching, and the twins and Junior have been sensing for Chris all over the city. He obviously doesn't want to be found."

"Its fine P.J." Phoebe sighed as she faced her oldest daughter, "All you kids take a break, we'll take it from here." P.J. nodded as she left the attic and turned just before reaching the door, "Don't worry mom, everybody fights sometimes." She reassured her frantic mother. Phoebe could only nod as she watched her daughter, who was blissfully unaware of the real reason her cousin ran away. That was a secret her mother deemed her far too young to know.

As soon as the attic door closed behind P.J. Phoebe sighed and returned to frantic scrying. "Enough!" Paige suddenly exploded, throwing her hands in the air, "Obviously Chris doesn't want to be found!"

"We can't do nothing!" Phoebe tried to reason with her sister, "This is Piper's son. We have to find him!"

Both sisters simply looked at each, at a loss. Neither of them could think of a way to find one seventeen-year-old witchlighter, who clearly didn't want to be found.


"Where are we?" Chris questioned as he followed his brother's orb trails to what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Suddenly a very human-looking demon shimmered right in front of them. Chris was startled and prepared to attack, but Wyatt held him back, almost effortlessly.

"He's not dangerous, Chris." Wyatt reassured, "This is my friend, Caleb."

"He's a demon!" Chris hissed, unable to believe that his brother was in cahoots with a demon.

"Mom and the aunts introduced us when we were babies. He's a half manticore, but was raised by a human father." Wyatt explained, leaving out the part where Caleb's father was killed by manticores when he was five, and the manticores had taken the boy back to the Underworld.

"So…he's good?" Chris questioned, slowly lowering his defensively raised arms.

"Yes." Wyatt answered with a breathless lie, "Good in the sense you would describe, but Chris, good isn't what Mom and the aunts always taught us. Good doesn't really exist; neither does evil. Its all relative."

"Relative to what?" Chris asked, his face a mask of confusion.

"Power." Wyatt answered simply, "And right now the aunts have become obsessed with it. They want my power and yours. We have to stop them before they kill us, or worse, the cousins."

"They wouldn't kill their own kids." Chris said, refusing to believe even the most power-crazy people would ever kill their own children.

"They tried to kill me!" Wyatt roared remembering the pain of his almost vanquish.

"Maybe their under a spell or something…" Chris tried, but he knew it was a feeble excuse.

"Oh please," Wyatt interrupted, "You know that's not true. Did you see their eyes? It was them."

"What are we going to do?" Chris asked his older brother, "How are we going to stop them?"

Wyatt's face split into a large grin, as did Caleb's as both men looked at each other in expressions that could only be read as triumph. "Caleb knows a way," Wyatt began.

"But it will involve their deaths." Caleb finished creepily. Chris's face hardened, and he nodded, "If it's for the greater good." he whispered to himself.

"I'll need your power to summon them." Caleb continued looking at Wyatt, "both your powers." He said as he swiveled to look a Chris, revealing just for a second the flicker of a snake tongue.

Chris cringed, but nodded, as he and Wyatt stood on opposite sides of the manticore, holding his hands. Caleb began to chant in some long-dead language. The earth began to shake and split down the middle, horrifying creatures spilled out. Chris chanced a look at his brother, but to his astonishment Wyatt wasn't scared or remorseful in the least. He was pleased, smiling a maniacally. Chris abruptly yanked his hand out of Caleb's grasp, but the demon didn't seem to notice.

He began speaking to the creatures in the same language he used to summon them, so the only words Chris understood were the names of his aunts. The creatures seemed to nod and slithered away, presumably to do the job they were summoned for.

"Goblins?" Chris questioned, his voice cracking, "You sent goblins after them?" Not much was known about these terrifying creatures, except that they had been banished to the darkest recesses of the Underworld years ago for some unknown slight.

"They deserved it." Wyatt shrugged indifferently and turned to Caleb, "Call everyone, " he said, "We have a war to start." Caleb nodded and within seconds the warehouse was filled to the brim with demons. Chris jumped, expecting an attack, but they all stood docilely, waiting for Wyatt to speak.

"The remaining Charmed Ones are dead, along with their children. We can begin." Wyatt sated triumphantly. The demons cheered and began racing out of the warehouse. In the confusion, no one noticed the dark haired, green eyed boy silently orb out.


"What are they?" Paige yelled to her sister, as they attempted to fight off the seemingly infinite number of creatures attacking them. "I don't…" Phoebe started to respond when she was interrupted by a scream downstairs, "Parker!" she yelped and began running toward the attic door, leaving her sister to deal with the monsters in the attic.

"Thanks sis." Paige muttered as she continued to orb objects at creatures. She spotted a box of crystals and got an idea. "Crystals circle!" she called and dove out the way as the crystal formed a cage around the majority of the demons. She allowed herself a small smile of victory, before moving on the few demons that remained outside the cage.

"Parker! P.J! Peyton!" Phoebe called as she rushed into the living room to see all the children fighting a hopeless battle. Even though there were six of them, the demons clearly outnumbered the children who were fighting a losing battle. P.J was trying desperately to reach her sister, currently caught in the clutches of one of the monsters. He seemed to be licking her neck and systematically taking her clothes off.

"Oh God." Phoebe thought with a jolt, as she realized what these creatures were, "They're goblins!" she screamed. Goblins were some of the most horrific creations of the Underworld. They wouldn't just kill their victims; first they would rape their victims, then rip off their limbs, then finally stick their icy hands into their victim's chest and freeze the victim's heart.

Phoebe frantically thought back to the what the Book said about goblins, but drew blank, all she recalled was a small paragraph, stating that goblins preferred killing methods and that they had been banished years ago.

Phoebe threw herself into the battle full force even though she knew she had already lost. "Run!" She screamed to her children and nieces and nephews, "RU…!" she was cut off when a goblin smashed a lamp over her head.

"MOM!" three voices yelled as all heads swiveled in the direction of the collapsed Charmed one, and several goblins began advancing toward her.

"Stay away from her!" a loud voice yelled as Chris materialized in a swirl of orbs. He quickly used his telekinesis to push the oncoming wave of demons away from his aunt. With another sweep of his hand, he pushed all the demons holding his cousins back. "Run!' he yelled at them. Five cousins obeyed and orbed or beamed out, the one remaining only glowered at him.

"Kat get out of here!" Chris yelled trying to keep the demons at bay.

"I've got to get Mom." She said and ran up to the attic. Chris sighed and turned back to the goblins, who now numbered somewhere in the forties. "Alright you motherfuckers, let's play some ball." He grinned and released his telekinetic hold on them. Before they could reach him, he sent out a burst of lighting, successfully incinerating about half the goblins.

He quickly disposed of the rest by ripping their hearts out of their chests using his telekinesis. He looked around the destroyed living room for a moment before collapsing to his knees. Painfully aware that his aunt and cousin were still upstairs, he lumbered to his feet and clumsily climbed the stairs.

What he saw brought life back to his aching limbs. His aunt was lying on the floor, wearing nothing but a bra, with both her legs ripped off. It was painfully obvious that she wasn't breathing.

Kat was frantically struggling in the arms of one goblin, while one was caressing her naked breasts, biting them with his razor teeth. Another was removing her thong, preparing to insert himself in her. A fourth was licking her face, occasionally nipping her face leaving small trails of blood running down her face. Two more seemed unable to wait and had sunk their razor sharp teeth into the skin of her shoulder. Before Chris could say a word or lift a finger to help, Kat's arm was ripped clean off her body. She let out a bloodcurdling scream, but her scream was muffled by one of the goblins shoving his dick in her mouth. At the same moment the goblin ripping her thong to pieces managed to stick his own dick in Kat. Her eyes bulged and the goblins all crackled, as one remaining monster sunk his teeth into her leg, preparing to rip it off as well, but Chris raised his arm and flung the creature back.

With a cry of rage Chris threw himself into the battle, as five goblins simultaneously flicked their faces toward him. Four rushed at him, but he easily dispatched of them, before staring straight into the eyes of the one remaining goblin. Realizing he had no chance, the goblin smirked at Chris, before quickly sticking his hand into Kat's chest. Her eyes bugged out for a moment before relaxing back to their original size, now a glassy blue.

"NO!" Chris bellowed as he ran at his cousin. He shoved an athame into the goblin, and picked up the lifeless body of his cousin. "KAT!" he shrieked, "WAKE UP!" He crawled over to his aunt's body and held her, "Please wake up Aunt Paige." He begged, "Kat needs you. PLEASE! Please, please, please." He implored, "DAD!" He screamed, but no one came. Chris sat silently cradling the bodies of his aunt and cousin. "I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" he shouted at the ceiling, not sure if he was yelling at his father or brother, both the men who had abandoned him.