Hi everyone who is still reading my story, I haven't died (yet at least) but have been drowning in homework, assignments and work. Sorry it took me so long to write. I hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 9 – Soul mates
Chris's POV
Chris was really starting to get pissed off now. It had been three days since his encounter with Bianca and her cousin and he hadn't had a second alone since. Not even his bedroom where he now resided could give him solace from everyone eyes. He sat on the plush green couch legs crossed with the book of shadows in his lap aimlessly flicking through the pages. It was another attempt to try and spark more memories of his 'good life'. He looked up when he heard a shuffle of chair legs on the floor to see Joe squirming around in his chair opposite him trying to get comfortable. "You don't have to watch me, you can go." He said to Joe as well as to Wyatt who sat of the couch next to him, Laura who was sitting in the other chair and the four other guards that stood towards the edges of the room.
"Yeah right, if two can get that close, there is a chance that other might be sent, where not taking any chances." Chris couldn't help let out the frustrated groan that had been building up. Since the attack he had been constantly surrounded by guards, there was at least six guards around him at any time, at least two of his best friends and of course Wyatt. They had taken it to the point that for the last three days Wyatt had slept beside him on his huge bed and Ant had slept on the couch, not to mention the six other guards that had stood watch within his bedroom all night. He had felt like a lab rat with the six pairs of eyes staring at him until he realised he could draw the curtains of the four poster bed closed to give him a little privacy. At first he thought they were going to protest to that simple action but once they realised Wyatt was in there too they let it happen.
Chris flipped through the book but he wasn't taking any of it in. His mind was somewhere else, down in the dungeons where Bianca was. God he wished he could see her, hold her, kiss her. He tried to hold onto the feeling of her soft skin, her lips against his but the recent memory was already starting to fade. He had tried to go down and see her but he had always been stopped. Seriously these people were planning on making him king and they wouldn't even let him go down to the dungeons to see her, but then he guessed that he should be grateful that she was alive at least. It had come close to Wyatt killing her on the spot, if it hadn't been for Coop of all people she would probably already be dead, but then he was a Cupid, he probably knew. Little did he know that Coop had been looking for a way to set the brother's up with their soul mates for years, but had found it virtually impossible.
Flashback
Chris couldn't help but to gasp and he entered the throne room and stare round it in awe. He had never seen anything more majestic in his life. The massive gold throne seemed to have grown out of the dais and as they drew closer he realised it was incrusted with jewels. It was only when he noticed that Wyatt was turning him round that he realised he expected him to sit there. He met his brother's gaze with a look of horror. If he sat on the throne, it would all be true, only kings sat on thrones. He gazed around at the others gathering in the room and they all seemed to expect him to sit on the throne. Wyatt seemed to realise that Chris was not going to sit down and gave him a rather forceful shove with his telekinesis causing Chris to fall back into the golden oversized seat. Chris tried to stand back up but felt his brother's telekinesis holding him down, all he could do was glare at his brother who gave him a smirk as he took a seat in a large chair that had been brought up on the dais for him. His father sat down in a similar chair on his other side, his mother standing next to his father. Everyone else was standing in a circle around the two prisoners who were on their knees at the bottom of the dais. He could see the fear in both the woman's eyes, it was not right, Bianca had never feared him.
"What shall we do with them, my lord?" the head guard asked Wyatt.
"They tried to kill our soon to be king, the punishment for that is death." Wyatt stated simply.
Chris looked at his brother horrified, he couldn't possibly be considering killing his soul mate, granted he didn't know, but still, "No Wyatt, you can't..."
"Why can't I Chris? It's the law, plus you are in no position to be making decisions until you are better."
Chris looked to his mother and father for support, they knew the truth, they met Bianca in the past and knew she was his soul mate. He would admit she didn't make the best of impressions, but still... Neither of his parents could meet his eye, yes they knew, but he could see that deep down they had hoped that in this life time that his soul mate would be someone else someone more acceptable, some one good. Bianca could be good, they just hadn't seen that side of her.
Wyatt's POV
Wyatt watched his brother turn toward his parents for support he watched the glances go back and forth and the ashamed look that came over his parents faces, there was something going on here that he did know about. As his brother turned back to him he saw the desperation in his eyes and he knew there was only one thing left for him to do, he respected his brother privacy but there was an important decision that he had to make and clearly something was being kept from him. He opened up the bond and looked into his brother's mind. With the connection open he could hear his brother shouting at him, begging him in his mind, "Please, Wyatt, don't kill my soul mate, if you kill her you will kill me, please Wyatt please don't kill her."
Oh my goddess, soul mate? How was this possible, Chris had to be wrong, confused because of all the stuff he had in his brain at the moment. There was one way to know for sure, soul mates souls started to bond together from the moment they first touched. These two had touched, kissed even (well that would explain the kiss) and therefore their souls should have started merging, all he needed to do was view their auras, but he was a little hesitant, he didn't know how the big brother in him would react to the idea that his little brother's soul was bonding with an evil assassin's. He took a deep breath and let his eyes adjust, and looked at the auras of everyone in the room. He turned to his brother he saw the familiar swirling bright, shining gold of his brother's aura, but it was changing, swirls of purple were whizzing around in the sea of gold. He turned to the woman on the floor and saw the opposite; her purple aura had flecks of his brother soul happily surfing around. What also shocked him was that the woman's aura was not the dark muddy colour of an evil being, but neither was bright and full of light like a being of good. This woman was a grey being, a person who was yet to choose a side. Wyatt had heard stories of the 'grey people', beings that lived there lives without choosing a side but he never thought it was possible, surely a person couldn't reach adulthood without choosing to be either good or evil? Apparently you could. He also noticed that the parts of his brother soul were affecting that of the woman's. The purple around the gold was starting to brighten, it looked like his brother was choosing this woman's side for her.
Wyatt briefly turned to her companion curious to see if she too lived in the grey and got the shock of his life. Her aura was a deep red and like her companion was neither bright nor dark, but what shocked him the most was the wisps of silver that flew around in her aura. Like Chris was the only one he knew who had a gold aura, he only knew of one person who had a silver aura and that was himself. He stretched out his hand in front of his face, 'oh goddess' was all he could think as he watched the wisps of red race around his hand surfing in his aura, 'my soul is merging.' The image of his physical connection with this woman, his soul mate, came to the front of his mind and he couldn't help but wince, he had punched her in the nose, at least Chris had kissed his soul mate, he was never going to live this one down, but for now he needed to get back to reality.
Oh Goddess what was he to do? He couldn't kill them now, but it was the law. What did people not think of these things when they wrote laws? Wyatt was torn. He too turned to his parents, they knew, he could see it in their eyes, why weren't they doing anything? Perhaps they hoped that Chris's feeling for this woman was just a crush, nothing serious. He knew that they had no way of telling if they were soul mates or not. Aura viewing was a rare power and in the Halliwell family only he and Chris could do it, a twice blessed thing, though of course Chris could do it as his powers were essentially infinite.
It was Coop who came to the rescue, he was smiling from ear to ear, of course he knew being a Cupid. "Like Lord Wyatt said, Prince Christopher is not well enough to make this decision. These women are 'grey people'," there was a gasp form the audience at that statement. "I can see it in their aura's, they are undecided and as such taking their lives is a huge decision, one that we should not make without the prince's input. It is my advisement that they should be taken and locked in the dungeon until the prince is well enough to make the decision." As one of the leading cupids, Coop's advice was always taken very seriously.
Strangely it was his father who had just a minute ago been unwilling to help who seconded the motion, quickly followed with a third, fourth and fifth from the charmed ones.
Joshua gave a small nod, though he clearly wasn't very pleased (Wyatt loved to watch Joshua and Coop go head to head, one a leader of the Elders and the other a leader of the Cupids. One with the interests of a charge in mind, the other a nephew.) Wyatt gave a nod to the head guard "Let it be done." And the two women were pulled off the floor and dragged away. He looked across to his brother who was now slumped in the throne no longer needing Wyatt's telekinetic hold to keep him there.
Back to the present
Wyatt lay on his side watching his brother try and sleep beside him. They hadn't talked about what had happened in the throne room and Wyatt knew Chris was still angry at him for almost killing his soul mate. Now as he viewed his brother's aura he could see that the merging was complete. About a third of his brother's aura was now purple and he notices that most of this purple was gathered around his brother's heart. He wondered what he looked like, he guessed fairly similar except with red and silver, his soul was now bound to a woman he had barely met, goddess how were they going to deal with this.
It was clear that Chris could feel his brother's gaze as he opened his eyes to glare back at him. "I'm so sorry Chris." He finally managed to get out, "I didn't mean to almost kill your soul mate, if it is any conciliation I almost killed mine as well." Chris's eyes were confused by this statement but before he could say anything the curtains were drawn apart to show a very shocked looking Laura and Jess, clearly having overheard them through the curtain.
"What!" they all but yelled at the two men, "They're your soul mates!" Jess then promptly fainted, luckily landing on the bed, and Laura stood there with a look of disbelief on her face. "No, it's not possible."
Wyatt knew that Laura would not believe it unless she had proof so he reached out and took her hand, "Use my eyes," he said.
Laura's POV
Laura had used her telepathy to tap into Chris's powers before and viewed auras. It had been a favourite game of hers when she was a child, she had loved all the pretty colours but she had never done it with Wyatt. She could only do it with physical contact, a method of protecting their power she guessed and even then they had to willingly let her channel it. Wyatt's magic felt a little different to Chris's, a little less potent but she soon found the magical strand of his power that let him view auras and with a deep breath she opened her eyes. The was no denying what she saw, the purple in Chris's gold and the red in Wyatt's silver, Ant's orange in her own pale blue (they were married as soon as they were legal, the first marriage to ever take place in Camelot). She let go of Wyatt's hand severing the connection and sank down onto the bed. No wonder Chris had been sulking these last three days, his heart was locked down in the dungeon with that woman, Bianca she thought her name was. And Wyatt, she had caught him lingering at the top of the stairs to the dungeons yesterday obviously drawn to his soul mate but fighting the urge to see her. What were they going to do? Soon the distance was going to turn from sadness to pain. Soul mates aren't ment to be separated, especially when their souls are newly merge. "Oh Chris, what are we going to do with you, you're always making the simplest thing complicated."
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