Disclaimer: Just have a look at chapters 1-3 for that.

Thank you again to all who reviewed. You recieved a personal thank you, unless you were an anonymous reviewer, and then unfortunately you didn't, so i'll thank you here.

I hope my description of the demons was not too obvious, although I do think it was. Hope it did not ruin anything for anybody.

Anyway, on with the story:

Dealing With Death

Chapter 4: Finding Chris

"You found him yet?" Wyatt looked to his younger sister who was sat at a table in the attic, scrying. He had tried sensing again, but Chris' block was still up. Now he was getting worried. If Chris went to the underworld and got himself killed, he would never know…

"Got him!" Melinda called as the crystal dropped on the map. Wyatt took a look at the map and then took Melinda's hand.

"C'mon, before he orbs somewhere else."

As they orbed to the alleyway, they saw Chris still laid on his back, coughing slightly.

"Chris!" Wyatt called running to his younger brother, while Melinda looked around to find out what had happened, "You ok?"

"I'm fine!" Chris coughed as he stood up, "Chain smoking bitches."

That earned looks of confusion from both his siblings, but Chris was not about to give an explanation. Instead he stood up and looked around the alleyway.

"Chris?" This time it was Melinda who spoke up. Chris just looked at her, it was as if he was staring straight through her, "Chris, you're scaring me."

"I told you he's on drugs," Wyatt said to his sister, still looking at his brother. But he knew it was not just the drugs, there was something else behind it all. 'Chain smoking bitches' he had said, was he attacked by a gang? Were there demons in the alleyway? "Chris, c'mon bro. We'll get you home, you can tell us what happened." As he took hold of the 18-year-old's arm, he felt himself being thrown through the air, landing in the side of a dumpster.

"Chris!" Melinda called out, as she saw Wyatt flying through the air from Chris' push.

"What?" Chris yelled at his sister, walking towards her. He smirked as he saw Melinda backing away from him, into a wall, "What's up, Melinda? You scared?"

Wyatt saw his brother backing his sister into a corner, and realised that whatever had attacked him had managed to turn him evil. This was getting worse by the minute.

"Chris," Wyatt said, but too quietly for Chris to hear, "Chris," he said slightly louder, he noticed Melinda had heard him which mean Chris had too, "Christopher!" Wyatt was still not getting a reaction from his now evil little brother, "CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL!" Wyatt called, this time Chris turned to look at him, but there was no emotion, just an evil smirk and cold eyes. Wyatt walked towards his brother, standing between Chris and Melinda to protect the youngest Halliwell.

"Chris, listen to me, you have to fight this."

"Fight what?"

"The evil that's taking over you."

"Evil?" Chris laughed, "There is no evil. I'm not evil, I kill the evil." With that, Chris disappeared in smoke, leaving Wyatt and Melinda looking at each other, confused.

"I don't even know what I'm looking for, Wyatt!" Melinda shouted, slamming the ancient Book of Shadows shut.

"Well, whatever it is was, Chris mentioned smoke right? And Chris left in smoke, right?"

"Well yeah, but…" Melinda started and then flicked through the book again, "Actually, I think there was something in here." Melinda flicked through the book, quickly, trying to find the page that she could vaguely remember.

"Why was the walking, talking book of shadows turned evil?" Wyatt paced the floor, he did not actually think that this day could have got any worse, but it had and there was still six hours of the day left.

"Do you know anything about Furies?" Melinda asked, looking up at her eldest brother who was still pacing the floor.

"What the hell are the furies?" Wyatt asked, he was not doing a good job of looking after his family. His mom would kill him for this, Chris was taking drugs, a possible alcoholic and was now evil! He was doing a wonderful job of looking after his baby brother.

"Well, the good news is he's technically not evil." Melinda tried to settle the pacing blonde down, before explaining what the furies actually were, this was not going to be good.

Wyatt looked into his sister's hazel eyes, to still see worry in them. There was still some bad news coming. Walking to the book, Wyatt looked at the page that Melinda had open.

"It's the only demon I could find that disappears in smoke AND breathes smoke." Melinda looked into her eldest brother's crystal blue eyes, to see a frown forming on his face.

"Have you read this?"

"I skimmed it." Melinda admitted.

"Did you read the bit that says; in good people the smoke of a fury searches for a portal of unexpressed fury, building up until it consumes the person's humanity and turns them into a fury?" Wyatt looked at Melinda's eyes, showing nothing, "Our brother is a fury." Wyatt tried to point out clearly but Melinda still stared at him.

"But, he's technically not evil," Melinda pointed out, "He's just a demon."

"MELINDA!" Wyatt shouted, causing one of the cabinets to blow up.

"What is going on here?"

Both the siblings looked around upon hearing the unfamiliar female voice.

"Who's there?" Wyatt asked, grabbing his sister's arm, ready to orb them out if there was trouble. As he looked around he saw a female with black hair enter in white lights.

"Who do you think it is?" the woman asked the two Halliwells, "I'm your Aunt Prue."

"Aunt Prue?" Melinda asked, remembering seeing some photos of her. She had not changed in the afterlife. He long black hair still flowed and her hazel eyes still stood out. She was beautiful, in her flowing light blue dress.

"Your mom and dad send their love." Prue smiled to her troubled niece and nephew.

"Why are you here and not them?" Wyatt asked, slightly hurt at the thought of his parents. At least they were with the rest of the family in the afterlife.

"Wait, mom AND dad send their love? Dad's in the afterlife too?" Melinda watched as her deceased aunt nodded her head. So the Elders had decided to let Piper and Leo live the afterlife together, at least their battle against the Elders was not in vain.

"But why are you here?" Wyatt asked again, "Why not mom or dad?"

"They can't come yet," Prue said to her nephew sympathetically, "They're not allowed, it won't help you move on. They're struggling with the afterlife too. But they did want me to tell you that they're not angry with you, you're doing the best you can Wyatt, and that's all they ask of you. You just have to keep trying, and don't block you emotions, let Chris and Melinda know you miss them too."

Melinda looked between her brother and deceased aunt, "Are they ok? Do they blame me?"

Prue walked towards her young niece and pulled her into a hug, "Of course they don't blame you," Prue stroked her blonde messy curls, "You weren't the drunken racers, it was not your fault. And it wasn't Chris' either, so when you help him you have to let him know that."

"We've tried, Aunt Prue," Wyatt whined like a five-year-old, "But he's not listening."

"And it's the alcohol and drugs that are doing it to him," Prue explained, "You're doing the right thing by not shouting at him. He needs someone to talk to, not someone to tell him off. Keep going with what you're doing."

"That would be fine, if he wasn't a fury!"

"He's not a fury yet, completely, your mom once turned into a fury…"

That received looks of shock from the two younger Halliwells.

"Your Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige helped her, by finding what she was really angry at, and it was me. She was angry because I left her, now you have to find out what Chris is angry at, and help him get rid of that anger. Maybe Phoebe and Paige can help again."

"I'm sure they would if Aunt Phoebe hadn't locked herself in her room for the past two months or so."

Prue looked at her blonde-haired niece, slightly shocked. They had not realised this in the afterlife, but then again, Piper was more worried about how her three children were coping than her sisters. She thought that her sisters would cope, after living through other deaths. Wyatt, Chris and Melinda had never lost someone close to them, let alone both of their parents at the same time, that was too hard on them. Phoebe and Paige should have been able to pull themselves together, right? Prue, Piper, Leo, Patty and Penny had all overestimated Phoebe.

"What about Paige?" Prue asked about her half-sister that she had never met.

"Not as bad as Phoebe," Wyatt admitted, "But we still haven't really seen her. I've been looking after Chris and Melinda the best I can…"

"I know, darling," Prue now hugged her nephew, "And you're doing so well."

"I'm doing well!" Wyatt laughed at his aunt, "My brother is on drugs and is now a demon!"

"But you can save him," the ghost explained, "Go and see Paige, see if she can help you. If she knows one of her nephews is in trouble she'll help, I know she will, same with Phoebe."

Wyatt looked into his aunts dark hazel eyes, he could see the honesty in them. Wyatt slowly nodded his head.

"Thanks Aunt Prue," he smiled, "And can you let mom and dad know we all love them."

Aunt Prue smiled gently at her eldest nephew and nodded, "They knew already, but I'll tell them for you."

At that, the ghost of the witch disappeared in the same white lighter she entered in, leaving the brother and sister alone, looking at each other.

"Aunt Paige first," Wyatt explained to his sister, "And then Aunt Phoebe. We will save Chris before he makes his first kill."

Chris smoked into an alleyway, he turned around and saw the two he was looking for. It was the two females he had come across earlier that evening. The two that had done this to him, that had made him a fury.

The two females turned around to look at Chris, and started puring.

"Just who I wanted to find."

I know it's slightly short, and I'm sorry. Hopefully the next one will be a little longer.

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