I just woke up from another weird dream, they are just getting worse and worse with each passing day. I subconsciously rubbed the pendent Daemon gave me and smiled knowing that I at least had someone who could help me through the hard nights. I picked up my phone and dialed a few numbers until it started ringing.

'Hello? Peanut, that you?' I smiled hearing Aunt Phoebe's voice.

"Yes it is. How are you?" I asked she chuckled with the sounds of snoring coming from within the phone.

'Great Peanut, the kids are asleep and I have the whole day to myself. So how is it with your mom? Did she talk with you?' I chuckled and shook my head even though she couldn't see it.

"For five seconds… it's OK though I kind of don't care right now." she huffed and cursed away from the phone for a second.

'I'm sorry Peanut… want me to try again?' she asked hopefully.

"No, actually I was hoping to talk to both you and Paige, I have… good news that I want to tell you both." she sounded relived and very curious when she heard me.

'Sure, let me get her on. Wait one second…' I waited thinking of how to tell them about Daemon… they didn't know I was gay or my unrequited love of my brother but now I could at least tell them about Daemon.

'Hello? That you Phoebs?' I chuckled when I heard Paige's voice.

"Hi aunt Paige!"

'Hey Bud! Hows it going!?' she asked excitedly.

'Chris has something he want's to tell us.' said Phoebe.

'Oh cool, what is it Peanut?' I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

"What if I told you two that I met someone… someone I really like and likes me back?" They two were silent for a second but then squealed like teenage girls.

'Oh my god That's so great Chris!' said Phoebe full of joy.

'What's her name peanut!? Is she good too you?' my throat ran dry when Paige said she. 'Peanut? Chris you there?'

"… About that…" Paige growled.

'Is she a bitch!? Do you want me to kick her prissy ass!?' I chuckled when I heard Paige say that, Phoebe gasped shocked.

'Don't knock on Chris's girlfriend until you've met her!' I burst out laughing feeling better as I decided to tell them in person. This was not going to be easy on the phone.

"Look, I cant say it on the phone, can you two meet me at the park sometime tomorrow?"

'Sure how about around noon?' asked Phoebe.

'That's cool with me, the kid's got preschool by then anyway.' I sighed in relief knowing I had time come out properly.

"OK thanks girls, see you then!" we said our goodbyes and dialed another number.

'Daemon Lunarion speaking how can I help you?' I chuckled impressed at how professional he sounded.

"Hi Dae."

'Chris! How's it going?'

"Great! Umm, I was wondering… do you want to meet my aunts tomorrow?" I really wanted him to meet them but I was worried about how they would react to seeing a guy instead of some girl.

'Sure! When at?' I sighed in relief thankful that I could count on him.

"Noon?"

'You got it! What should I wear?' I thought about it and shook my head.

"Whatever looks good, umm… I.." I wanted to tell him why I wanted him to meet them but I didn't know how to say it.

'Chris? You there?'

"Yeah… um… this is the first time… they think your a girl." he chuckled on the other end as I mumbled out my words.

'I get it, you haven't came out to them yet right? Don't worry, everything will be fine. I promise to make a great impression for you.' I chuckled and smiled thankfully.

"Thanks Dae… i'll see you then."

'See you soon... Lovez!'

[Knock knock knock]

I shut my phone off and turned to my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I called, to my suprise Wyatt was the one to enter… then again I don't think I was surprised, I was angry. "What do you want?" I asked bitterly, I did not want to see him after what he revealed to me the other day.

"Chris… we need to talk." I was about to tell him to get out but the look in his teary eyes made relent but said nothing as he took a seat at my desk. He saw the pictures I made and looked at them in wonder. "You made these?"

"Yes.." I said with no emotion in my voice. His mouth hung open as he looked through my note book seeing my nightmares for himself.

"These are really great.. since when can you drawl so good?" He asked smiling sadly, the bags under his eyes made him look like he was crying more then I was.

"Since fifth grade..." My eyes narrowed remembering the time, I was on my own in the corner of the school drawling in my note book while I watched Wyatt playing with the other kids, he saw me sitting there alone but he never came over to invite me to play. It was like that all my school life, Wyatt would be in the popular crowd clueless of how much he ignored me and left me to rot alone as I pushed deeper into art and music if only to show the world what I felt deep inside.

"Fifth grade?… yeah, good times.." my mind when t blank when I heard him say that. No… no way did he just say that!

"Yeah… good times." I said with a fake happy tone in my voice. "How much of it do you remember of me? Oh I know none..."

"That's not! Its not..." Wyatt's eyes bulged when he didn't recall anything of me in his memory of school. I chuckled darkly when he finally noticed it.

"Yep but I remember you, oh how I remember you… the popular kid that everybody loved, the student that everyone noticed… and where was I? Oh I was just the kid under the tree that everyone forgot. You know I thought that even though I had no friends I could count on you to introduce me to your fans… but when you saw me and what did you do?"

"Chris… don't… please." he begged knowing he did me wrong but I wasn't having any of it... Not anymore… if he didn't care about me and found me a disgusting pervert then fine… I'll show him what being disgusting is like.

"You walked away, you walked away from the little kid who wanted nothing more then to be with you or anyone. And how many times did you do that? How many times you walked away when you were with your friends and saw your one and only little brother?" I lifted my sleeve and he gasped in shock. On my arm in small even lines where dozens of scars and one fresh line still healing. "Sixty eight times… do you like them? I made sure to keep track of every time you saw me suffering and did nothing to stop it."

"Chris!" he was about to grab my arm but I pulled away showing him the new cut.

"This one is special, want to know why!?" his eyes filled with tears and mine filled with delicious vengeance finally being survived after so much heart ache and pain. "this one is the last one, the last time I would ever EVER! Let you hurt me again."

"Please just let me explain!" I shook my head.

"You lost all your chances! I'm done with you, done with mom and dad, done with living under the same roof with people who never gave me the time!" I pulled out a metal lock box under my mattress and pressed in the combination showing him bundles of money rapped together.

"What is that?" he asked scared.

"This!" I said motioning to the money. "Is my salvation, it's thirty thousand dollars saved up from years of odd jobs and a lucky lottery ticket… I already bought an apartment and I'll be leaving this living hell forever…" just saying that made me smile with hope. "just two more days of this hell and I'll be free..."

"YOU CANT!" Wyatt pleaded his eyes watering in fear and sorrow. I saw his face contorted in pain and misery and I laughed!

"You feel that? You feel that pain?! That is the lonesomeness you all made me suffer ever since I could understand that I had no meaning in this family! Now imagine feeling that for SIX TEEN YEARS!" I calmed myself as Wyatt's body quivered shacking with the same lonesomeness I've felt for so long. "You finally understand…"

"..." I stood up feeling empty and hollow inside. I placed the lock box under my bed and walked out of the room leaving Wyatt alone with his thoughts. I walked up to the basement knowing that it was the only room in the house that was empty and walked inside. I looked around and found my secret sketch book. I opened it up and looked through the many pages inside. Each page was a prorate of one person and one person only… Wyatt. I ran my hand's on the painting and remembered the first time I felt truly in love with him.

I was ten then and so little. People thought I was six or five because I was so little. I was sick with the flue and quarantined right here in the basement in a makeshift bedroom so I wouldn't get everyone sick. I felt so alone down here and scared but got no affection from my mother or father… if I could even call them that anymore.

I had a nightmare and was crying alone wishing someone would be there and who would come to my aid but my big brother. He kept me company even though mom told him to not play with me when I was sick. He would orb down regardless of her warnings and slept in the same bed with me until I got better only for him to get sick in my place.

He told me it was OK so long as I was fine, and he would take my flue if it meant I would be better. Ever since then the little things he did made me feel whole and loved… but it all went away when mom split our rooms.. I saw him less and less until it felt like I hardly saw him at all… I would wait for him forever… but now… now if feels all like a lie… like his love was never real…

"Why?" I said to his face in the painting. "Why did you have to leave me?" I stared into the painting looking at his perfect eyes and smile and raged. "WHY!?" I ripped up the picture tearing it out of the book just to see another face. "WHY DAM IT!?" I pulled the picture out and tear it apart and another and another until their was only one left among a garden of crumbled papers. "Why do I want you when you just leave me?"

/*)Charmed(*\\\\\\\\\

[Wyatt's Point of View]

I sat there In Chris's room feeling like the scum of the earth, Chris was hurting for so long and I was a blind idiot for not knowing… no… that's a lie… I did know it! I remember now.. he was always sitting alone… drawling. In every grade he was alone drawling by himself and I just left him there and did nothing… and… he made sure to never forget my mistakes… by… cutting himself...

"Chris..." I chocked when I thought back to his arm full of sixty eight cuts, sixty eight times I was a clueless jerk who didn't give two fucks for his only brother. I wanted to die… I wanted Chris to come back here and beet me senseless until I stopped breathing. It is more then I deserve for hurting someone who loves me… who loved me like he did.

"Why? Why do you love me when all I do is hurt you?" I looked into Chris' mirror. "What the hell does he see in me?"

I glanced back at his drawings and took them out of the room not wanting to be in there any longer. I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. I looked through them all and cried trying to keep my tears off the detailed pictures. They were all so beautiful, like they belonged in a museum next to the Mona-Lisa.

Why did I never know how great an artist he was? How could I not know my brother and yet he knew everything about me? I was an open book he could read just by looking at the cover… he was a hieroglyph that I couldn't hope to understand… some times I think he was the one destined to be the twice blessed. It would have made more sense to me seeing as he was smarter and more talented then me. He knew more things then I did and even graduated a grade above me.

Then I thought of what he said… two days. I only had two days to get him to give me one last chance… but… did I even deserve it? After all I've did to neglect him he spent so long loving me, actually LOVING me! And I just basically told him I was disgusted by him being gay… I didn't dam it!…

"I'm disgusted of me." I never could admit it… I could never tell him or dad or even mom the truth… Why I had girlfriend after girlfriend only to break up with them with no good resign. I was so afraid to disappoint mom and dad… so afraid to disappoint Chris that…. I kept it to myself. "I'm..."

I hit myself and bit my tongue, I couldn't say it and it made me feel week. How the hell did Chris do it? How could he admit to something so… so… weird? How could he say it like it was normal, like it was something so simple!?

… was it normal? There is a gay club in school… and I did see some girls kissing once at a party. God I'm so confused! I looked through Chris paintings again to get my mind off it only to see a picture of that Damon guy, he was dressed like a knight in black and blue armor. Just looking at him made me so.. so… so god dam angry! How could Chris be with some punk and not… and not…

"!" I felt my breathing stop, my heart stopped and so did the whole world around me. My fingers hovered over my lips as memory of the night on the road flooded my head in a wave. His words echoed in my ears like a ghost.

'I love you to much' I could feel him pressing his lips on mine, I gulped and looked in my mirror. All I saw in my reflection was two emerald green eyes full of pain and longing.

"… I… I love you too."

/*)Charmed(*\\\\\\\\\

[Daemon's point of view]

I stood in my closet ruffling through my clothes trying to find something perfect for meeting Chris' aunts. I wanted to make a lasting good impression to show I wasn't some guy he picked up in a bar or something scandalous like that.

I picked out a nice black shirt with a crescent moon symbol and a pare of blue jeans that matched the shirt. I thought again and looked for something more presentable only to find nothing other then shirts and jeans.

"I really need to find better clothes..."

'knock knock'

"Come in!" my dad walked inside the closet yawning like a bear out of hibernation.

"Hey Dae, what are you up to?" I smiled at him and shook my head sadly. He never could remember the nights he got drunk, he could never remember the times he slewed words of hate at me and that frightened me to the core… but then again… I will be gone soon anyway.

"I'm looking for something good to wear for my date." he chuckled and shook his head.

"Your not going to find anything good in there kid, hold on a second." he left the room and came back with I white button up long sleeve shirt and a blue black vest with matching suite pants. It was my exact size and looked amazing. "I got this for you for your first job interview. But if you need to impress your boyfriend then this should do the trick."

"Dad that is awesome!" I looked into his happy tired eyes and felt pain just thinking of how he is now and how he is when he drinks. I hugged him missing my dad when he goes into that horrible state. "Thanks dad."

"Anytime Daemon." he held me in his arms for a while, I missed this part of him and wished with all my might that he would stay like this… but wishes were not going to stop him from drowning his sorrows in booze.

I went to bed that night listening to him ramble to himself in the living room I wondered to myself… what would happen to him when I'm gone? Could he live without me?… why did I have to leave why did I have to leave him all alone just like mom? It pained me to think of him suffering alone… I'll stay… for as long as I can. I felt my chest tighten and my lungs burned and twisted in pain. I violently coughed into my hand for a full two minutes until the pain faded. I opened up my eyes to see my hand covered in a black substance.

"Hold out a little more… I just have to hold on… a little more."

/*)Charmed(*\\\\\\\\\\

a robed man keeled before a crowd of angry people, he stayed quite and sullen bound to a post as they tossed rotted fruit and rocks in a fury of utter and complete rage. The robbed man did not flinch as a rock came into contact with his cheek. A small trickle of blood fell from his pale skin as the crowed cheered the one who drew blood.

'Enough!' a shout of dominance echoed trowed the crowed demanding their attention. The robed man looked back with eyes of pure sorrow looked upon a man with hair the color of the morning sun. the man carried a blade of pure silver light that pulsed with power. 'For the crime of necromancy former prince Artemis of the kingdom of Camelot is sentence to death by public execution.'

"Kill him! Kill him!" the crowed hissed and roared with spite and rage. The man with sun lit hair stood before the robed man with eyes full of regret.

'Brother… I am sorry, but this can not be avoided... please… forgive me.' raising the blade of light he looked upon the robbed man with tear stained eyes. He brought down the sword down upon the robed man's head and down his middle spiting him apart with a great splash of ink black blood. The people cheered as his body slowly turned to ash and there was nothing left but a puddle of dark blood before the man.

'Never...' a long frightening clawed arm busted from the dark puddle grabbing onto the man's neck. Two dark eyes of blue formed from within the puddle rising from the dark in the from of a frightening creature in the guise of a man with hair the color of the night. The creature smiled widely reviling a two rows of sharp jagged teeth. The man swiped at the creature with the blade only for it to grab the shining edge with it's other claw.

The light of the blade surged until it took the form of a young man with hair and eyes the color of stars. The dark creature pulled the blade out of the man's hands and used it to stab him in the chest. The creature whispered into the man's ear as his life slowly faded from his eyes.

'Now.. I forgive you…' the dark being stood out of the puddle and gazed at the being made of star light it's frighting facade fading away until it appeared more human and beautiful like the star lit being. They both turned to the shocked people and the dark being's cruel smile returned with a cackle of pure madness. 'You all shunned me, hated me until I took away your sickness and even then you persecute me for saving the lives of those men… you are all hideous and selfish!'

'Yet…' spoke the star lit being with a voice of pure sympathy in contrast to the other who's voice was full of hatred and rage. 'All I wanted was for you all to love me like you did my dear brother… I will give you all once last gift before my darkness passes it's judgment upon you.'

The star lit being raised it's arms a wave of power emitted from him surging past the people until he was no more, fading way like a candle being blown out. The dark being smile and chuckled with malevolent glee. The crackle of laughter faded away and the being changed into a gentle peaceful man with long ebony black hair and eyes of pure dark blue light.

'Ask not the sun, why he sets…' his voice echoed through the air in a blanket of warmth and comfort as if their were power within his words.

'Why he shrouds his light away…

or why he hides his glowing gaze

when night turns crimson gold to gray' as he sang his melody the very sun began to set unnaturally bringing upon an empty sky of darkness with only the light of their torches to shine in the shadows.

'For silent falls the guilty sun

as day to dark does turn…

one simple truth he dare not speak

his light can only blind and burn…' from high above the stars appeared in a flurry of light shining all around a big and beautiful moon.

'No mercy for the guilty

brought down their lying sun

blood so silver black by night

upon your faces pale light…' Dark armor appeared around the dark begins body that seemed to shine with a vale of darkness.

'Cruel moon bring the end

the dawn will never rise again!'

As the song ended large black wings grew from the being's back as it imploded sending a dark beam of light high into the sky until it hit the moon fading into it's surface. Images began to flash in the people's minds of the stars in the sky fading away and the moon coming ever so closer to the earth below. Screaming in horror to what they foreseen the people rushed for their fallen prince begging him to come back from the dead. No matter how much the cried he world not awake. All they could do was stare up into the sky as the moon hung from above with the threat of coming down upon them ending their lives.

/*)Charmed(*\\\\\\\\\

[Chris' point of view]

I stood in the park waiting for Daemon to come hoping he world be here before Paige and Phoebe got here first. I had no idea how they would react to me being gay but I knew it was not going to be a cake walk. I needed Daemon by my side soon or I might just bale on this whole thing to save my sanity.

"Hey Chris!" I turned my head and gaped my mouth in shock. There standing tall and handsomely was Daemon dressed in a vest that made him look rich and proper almost like a prince. He smiled at me handing me a single blue rose. "For you..."

"Your beautiful.. I mean it's beautiful…" I blushed as he hugged man giving me a peck on the cheek making me blush harder.

"Thanks." he said winking at me before giving me a quick but passionate kiss. "So where are your aunts?"

"They should be here soon..." noticing the sound of my voice he placed a comforting hand on my chest and smiled.

"I know how it feels to come out… it's very disheartening but once you say it you feel on top of the world." I looked into his eyes still not feeling to reassured.

"How about you tell me how you came out… it might help me relax." he smiled brightly and sat me down on a bench.

"Well... I was fourteen when I first told my mom and dad. We were here in the park when my dad made a dumb joke about gay people, when he finished the joke I told him I was gay. At first he laughed not believing me but when my mom told him I wasn't joking he was shocked… to my surprise he apologized and said said he was OK with it and so was my mom. In fact she told me she kind of already knew I was gay… not sure how though." He spoke so fondly of his mother, I felt bad knowing she was gone. I would have really liked to meet her.

"Hey Peanut!" I smiled nervously when I heard Phoebe's voice. Right there on the rock path she was with Paige. My heart raced within my chest and I could feel the blood draining from my face in total fear. What if they end up hating me like Wyatt did? I however couldn't think of this thanks to a group hug from the two women. I missed them so much and was glad they could orb here in seconds if I asked for it. I let a few tears fall from my eyes and smiled up at them both.

"I missed you two so much!" we laughed and I motioned for them to sit on the bench.

"Where is she!?" Phoebe bounced excitedly in the bench and Paige didn't look any less thrilled to see her, or should I say him. I froze and took a deep breath looking back at Daemon who motioned for me to breath with his hands. Paige saw me looking at him and she smirked knowingly making me pale feather.

"You never said it was a girl did you?" Phoebe gasped in shock when I confirmed her suspicion with a nod of my head. She instantly jumped for her seat and engulfed me in a rib breaking hug. "I KNEW IT!" she broke the hug and turned to Phoebe smiling triumphantly and pointed to her chuckling. "YOU OWE ME FIFTY BUCKS!"

"Darn it! Fine!" she riffled through her purse and pulled out a bundle of bills handing it to Paige bitterly. "I was so sure it was a girl..."

"… I'm confused." they turned to me and laughed embarrassed.

"just a bet between sisters peanut." explained Paige. "Ether way I'm so happy you came out to us! I always wanted a gay nephew… well I always wanted a gay son but my little guy is straight."

"How do you know that? He's still only five?" asked Phoebe. Paige sighed and faced palmed.

"He wont stop watching my workout videos… you know the one with the busty girl who really needs a boob reduction?" Phoebe burst out laughing.

"Really!? That's so cute!" Paige shook her head.

"It was horrible! Now I have to toss them out and I'll get fat!" I just stood there in a daze. I thought this was going to be a huge deal but they are acting like they don't even care… like it was something they didn't mind…

"So you don't mind me being gay?" I asked hopeing I was right.

"Duh!" said Paige. "As long as your happy we don't care who you do."

"Especially a cute guy like him!" Swooned Phoebe. As Daemon blushed Paige smacked Phoebe exasperated.

"No hitting on the kid you Cougar!" I had it I bust out laughing at the silliness of it all. I was so worried that they would react like Wyatt that I almost forgot how much they loved me.

"I love you girls so much!" I said between laughs. They stood up and gave me a strong hug.

"We love you too peanut." we sat there and talked for hours until they had had to return home to their kids. Once they were gone I noticed something wrong with Daemon, he was holding his chest and looked pained.

"Dae, you alright? I asked only for him to gasp and fell to the ground in pain. "DAEMON!"

/)*Charmed*(\\\\\\

song used, Daylights End. do not own