Separated

With this chapter, I'd like to whish everyone a Happy and Charmed Fanfiction filled New Year!

And I would like to say thank you to Jane Mays, without her comment this chapter wouldn't have been posted today!

"Wy?" Chris asked and he looked back and forth between his brother's pale face and the window. He himself couldn't see a damn thing, but something had frightened Wyatt so much that he seemed to be ready to run to their parents immediately.

"Talk to me!" Chris stressed the words, but Wyatt didn't want to speak. He grabbed his younger brother's left wrist and pulled him away from the window, straight to the bed, where their younger selves were sleeping obliviously. With his free hand the Twice Blessed reached for the three years old version of his little brother, while Chris, still puzzled did the same with the other small kid. He barely touched the skin of little Wyatt when he felt himself start to orb away by Wyatt's magic. To his ultimate shock they arrived into their parents' bedroom.

Little Wyatt who was barely awaken by the orbing was placed onto the floor gently, while little Chris was handed to his older self. Big Wyatt turned the lights on and walked up to the bed and not so gently shook the adults awake.

"Mom! Dad! Wake up!" he repeated again and again until Piper and Leo sat up with confused and tired expressions.

"Wyatt? What happened, Sweety?" Piper asked as she rubbed her eyes. Her gaze fell upon the three others standing near the door. "Chris?"

Chris moved from one foot to the other not sure what to do or what to say. It rarely happened with him. However, this time it seemed like that Wyatt was ready to take the lead.

"Mom! The demons followed us back here!" he said loudly.

The two parents froze, their wide eyes slowly rounded on the blond teenager.

"Demons? What?" Piper stammered out and she stood without thinking, her white nightgown waving around her body. With her paled cheek and dark hair, she looked just like a ghost.

"What did you say?"

Wyatt took a deep breath ready to explain himself. It was uncommon. Usually Chris was the one doing the explaining. It fitted him better.

"The demons or rather souls which were after us in our own time, now they are here," he took another shaky breath, "I'm afraid that they are already in the house."

"What?" This time it wasn't just Piper who asked the question, but Chris too.

"Wy, I couldn't see anything!" the younger of the two brothers spoke again with his eyes narrowed in worry and confusion.

Wyatt couldn't resist the temptation and he rounded onto his brother stress clear on his face. "They are playing their damn games, Chris! Just like what they did with the mirrors! They want to confuse us, drive us crazy so we wouldn't be ready when they attack! So, please believe me, they are already in the house!"

His last words barely left his lips when suddenly the lights went out and in no time the whole house turned deadly still and cold. Wyatt threw a bunch of orb lights in the air which eliminated the confused and scared looks of the room's occupants.

"Told you so!" he muttered in the same time.

"When I refuse to say 'I told you so' maybe I'm expecting the same too!" Chris hissed back and tightened his hold on his little self and on little Wyatt's hand.

Suddenly the lamp on the bedside table blew up ending Wyatt's apologetic 'Sorry' and Piper nearly roared, "What's going on!"

Luckily Leo decided that it was finally time to step into action. "First, Chris, get away from the door!" he said calmly.

His younger son obeyed and guided little Wyatt to the bed and helped him climb onto it. He placed little Chris down next to him as he was kicking out with his little legs restlessly. The two little kids huddled together and their big baby eyes scanned the room fearfully.

"Now," Leo continued still surprisingly calmly, "tell us everything about these demons you know!"

Wyatt shot a look towards his little brother signalling that it was finally time for Chris to do the explaining. The brunette got the massage and immediately the facts very rolling off his tongue easily.

"We've found out that they aren't really demons, but souls of those who ended up in Hell. They've made a deal with a demon, the one who is after us, so for their freedom they have to follow him and do as he wishes. No magical powers work against them," as he said that he gave his young mother a meaningful look as she was flexing her fingers nervously, "there is only two way of defeating them, killing them with Excalibur and salt-burning their corpses. Though there are lot of them and we don't exactly know who they were before and all, so our only option is Excalibur."

"No other way?" Piper asked and her voice made it clear that she didn't like the situation, not at all!

Leo seemed to be deep in thought and indeed he caught onto something.

"What about the demon. Does magic work against him?" he asked.

"It does," Chris replied.

"Wait!" Wyatt spoke up again. "Is it me, or it really is getting colder and colder? I'm already freezing!"

They all moved closer to each other, their eyes scanning the room, but mostly the door.

"They are coming!" Wyatt whispered.

"We are getting out of here! Now!" Piper ordered. "Orb us to Magic School!"

Wyatt nodded and grabbed Piper's shoulder who already wrapped her arms around the little kids. Chris reached for his father and with a nod towards his older brother they orbed in the same time, their destination the Magic School.

But nothing went according to the plan.

The world barely turned completely blue for Chris when a sharp and overwhelming pain shot through his body. It felt like his orbs exploded and he let go of his father. Chris felt to the ground which was hard and cold under him and he gasped for air as the pain came in new waves again and again. His eyes were shut tightly, but despite that a pair of tears of pain slipped out somehow and made their way down his cheeks.

Someone was calling out for him, repeating his name again and again. He tried to concentrate on the voice and the pain slowly started to weaken. Strong arms pulled him off the ground and he was held against a warm chest. It somehow became easier to breath. He leaned against the other human being, who he felt without a mistake that was his father and concentrated only on breathing.

"You okay! Everything will be okay!" his brain finally caught up with his father words and he felt himself relax even more. He waited a little and when he felt somewhat composed again, he whipped the two tears which represented his pain into his father's shirt in a way which could have been considered playful if the situation was different. He gently pushed himself away from his father and grinned half-heartedly.

"Damn! I cried!" He joked.

"Yeah, and you screamed too!" His father replied back with the same forced lightness.

Leo was sitting next to him on as it turned out after a glance, the attic floor. His face was pale and eyes extremely worried or even scared. Like the whole situation was reminding him of something which he wanted to forget desperately. Though, he did seem to try to compose himself.

"You okay?" he asked his younger son in the end.

"I think so," Chris replied and he worriedly looked around, "we didn't get really far!"

Suddenly his eyes grew wide and he jumped to his feet not caring at all that if his father's reflexes weren't good enough, he would have ended up back on the floor as his body wasn't quite ready for the move.

"Hey! Easy buddy!" Leo called and held the boy's arms tightly.

"No, no time for easy! We have to find the others!" Chris pulled his arm free and ran for the attic door. He pushed it open and froze to the spot. One of the souls, moreover that soul, the dripping one stood there. He started raising his not missing arm. Controlled by pure reflexes, Chris shut the door into the face of the attacker and moved some boxes into the way of the door.

"Damn!" he forced out slowly and at the edge of panicking. "We are screwed!"


Wyatt curled around himself his hands covering his head and fingers grabbing his blond curls in pain. There was screaming and crying around him, but he only could think about one thing that time. Orbing. Out. Of. Question!

Someone grabbed his arms and tried to pull them away from his head. At least the touch was familiar and not just that. It was comforting. As his body tried to ride through the new waves of pain, he forced himself to open his eyes. When he finally managed to do that, the comforting hands were already on his face turning his head slightly.

It was his mother.

She was leaning over him with tear filled brown eyes, but her lips formed an encouraging smile when he finally seemed to respond to her begging.

"No orbing," Wyatt forced out in the end.

She nodded quickly. "No orbing."

When the pain finally stopped, he let her pull him up to sitting position. He looked around with unease noting despite the lack of light that they were still in the Manor, in the living-room to be exact. The two little kids were seated close to him still crying loudly. Big Wyatt bit down on his lower lip.

"Where are Chris and Dad?" he asked looking around.

"I don't know. They didn't respond when I called for them," Piper said as she pulled the two little kids close to herself, but still staying close to her teenage son.

Suddenly they heard a door shut forcefully. Wyatt and Piper turned their heads towards each other.

"The attic!" Wyatt said urgently and stood as quickly as he could. He bent down to help her mother up, but when little puff of cold air touched his face, he froze. He tried to straighten himself in time to be ready for the attack, but he was too late. Something crashed into his body sending him onto the floor again. He only could twist himself enough so he ended up on his back immediately grabbing for the arm which shot towards his neck. He couldn't make out his attacker's face clearly, but what he had seen was enough. It was the ugliest woman he ever seen. Really Samara from the Ring would have been a beautiful little girl next to her!

Wyatt collected as much of his physical strength as he could and pushed the woman away. She lost her balance for a second which was enough for him to pull his legs up and kick her in the chest. With an inhuman grunt, she flew backwards, against a chest of drawers.

However, Wyatt didn't have time to give her another glance, because with her gone from his face, he got a clear view of the ceiling. There, in the dark several dark outlines of bodies were crawling on it, hanging upside down.

"Where is Excalibur?" Wyatt breathed. He jumped to his feet, preparing himself to stand his ground.

And where is Chris?

To Be Continued…


TrixieTheEvilPixie: Hope you liked this chapter too. Though, I have to admit, not my best work :/

lizardmomma: Evil souls and nope, Chris didn't see them :D Sorry for the delay!

DementedLunatic: I always found the idea of zombies and things like that disturbing. Maybe that's why I'm using them so much :D

Chris's Adorer: So, do you think Wyatt made the right decision? I think he did!

darciebiffo: Sorry for the delay, really

Veradjna: Thank you! I hope you still like it

JJxWillxProtectxYou: Thank you! I'm really sorry for being so late!

Yuki082: I'm going and it's going :D

Crystalzap: What a good idea! Though, I don't know if it's occur to him in that situation :D Zombies, scary right?