He leaned in, but something stopped him from claiming the kiss he desired. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you," Wyatt ventured.

And you thought he wanted you? The voice whispered in her head. You don't stand a chance. Not anymore...

"When? At the party? That wasn't your fault, Wy. I mean, I know we haven't had time to talk about much since the whole Natalie thing started, but it wasn't your fault."

"Maybe not, but I --" Wyatt's voice faded as she cut in.

"Wyatt, come on. There's no way that you could have known he was a demon..."

"I should've..." Wyatt stopped. "He's a WHAT?!"

She doesn't trust you...

"A...demon..." uh-oh. "He attacked me at Magic School. That's how I got the bruise on my cheek...Chris didn't tell you any of this?" Alicia whispered, confused.

"Chris?" She told Chris?

She didn't tell you, though, did she. How are you going to keep her safe, if she won't tell you the truth? The unwelcome thought rattled in his head. She'll be dead, and it will be your fault...

"Well, yeah. I called him when the demon - Mark, whatever his demon-name may be - flung me across the library. He left right before Chris showed up, and when we got to the manor, Natalie was there, and I guess I just forgot to mention it."

"Of course. So, you could've been dying, and you called Chris? I'm your whitelighter. And, a demon attacked you in Magic School, and you don't think that's worth mentioning before now? I don't believe this!" Wyatt's voice rose with each realization.

"Hold on there," Alicia stood. "First of all, you were not my whitelighter yet. Second, I called for Chris because you were 'up there', he was available, and we're friends! And third, I forgot to mention the whole demon thing, because I got distracted, by THIS!!" Alicia seethed, pointing between them.

"What the HELL is that supposed to mean?" By now, they had attracted the attention of the other family members in the yard, who were staring at them in awe.

"This, Wy," she said softly. "Natalie being here, talking about whether or not we should be together. You being mad that I called Chris for help, instead of you. The fact that you hate me because I let Mark use me to get to all of you." She turned then, and quietly walked into the house, leaving a stunned Wyatt in her wake.

He turned to go after her, but paused as his phone rang. "WHAT!"

"Hello, Wyatt." No fucking way. Wyatt's stomach churned...

"Mark?"

"I was just wondering if you intended to keep your promise..."

"What promise?"

"Well, if I recall correctly, the last time I went after your friend, you promised that if I ever did it again, I would have to deal with you, did you not?" The demon smiled, knowing he was getting closer to acheiving what his father could not, "I always keep my promises."

click.

"DAMN IT!" Wyatt ran into the house, Chris right behind him. "I need the book. Now!" And suddenly, in a flurry of orbs the Book of Shadows appeared in his hands.

As he telekenetically flipped through the pages, Chris cornered him in the kitchen. "What the hell was that about?"

Wyatt's blue eyes flew to his brother's green ones. "Which part? The part where Alicia and I seem to be paranoid and angry as hell, or the part where Mark, who you failed to tell me was a demon, was just calling to say 'I dare you to come after me'?"

"Um, either one, I guess."

Just then, the Charmed Ones walked into the kitchen. "Mark Wilson, from your football team in High School? THAT Mark Wilson? He's a demon? A powerful demon?" Piper shrieked.

"Guys..."

"I guess so, mom," Chris sighed, "Wyatt said the Elders seemed pretty worried about it..."

"GUYS!!" Wyatt grinned sheepishly as they all turned to stare at him. "I think I found something..."

Chris.

Yeah, bro?

Look at this...ring any bells?

No way, Wy. It can't be...can it?

I dunno, but if he's related to this demon...

Mark is the new evil...

...and wants to be the new source.

"And now, he's made his first move..." Wyatt said aloud, earning stares from every person in the room.