The Sinner and the Saint

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer- I own nada. Nothing. Nope… absolutely nothing.

Summery- When a chance to escape his family and their constant arrival of magic pops up in the form of Victor, Chris jumps at it and grasps it with all his mite. Wyatt and his sister have their destinies in San Francisco, but what possible destiny could be awaiting Chris is Forks, Washington? Why one that revolves around the Cullen's and our favorite super vampire Edward, of course.

WARNING(S): Slash, language, sexual situations, slight bashing towards some characters (cough Bella cough) and AU (with some others probably thrown in here and there)…disregard to the Twilight series and probably to Charmed too. Um… this chapter has some angst.

A: N- Okay… so here goes chapter 9. For once I do not really know what to put here… 94 reviews… wow… just WOW! You people truly are the BEST! This is the most reviews I have ever gotten. I have a question… do any one of you care to make me a trailer for this story? I would make one myself, but whenever I do people tend NOT to view them. It makes me very sad. So yeah, if anyone wants to just PM me or something and I'll be more then happy to let you in on classified information… if you want some in order to make the video. –winks-

Chapter 9

"…We run on fumes,
Your life and mine,
Like the sands of time,
Slippin' right on through,
And our love's the only truth,
That's why I run to you…"

~Run To You- Lady Antebellum~

"Oh my…!" Frantic.

"What the hell?!" Scared.

"Chris?!" Worried.

"What's wrong with him?" Concerned.

"Go get Carlisle, Alice!" Commanding.

"Chris?" Sweet and soft. I woke up to that one. A headache pounded at my head as my green eyes blinked up at the roof. Or what I thought was a roof. It could not really be blamed on me for thinking that they were a roof… I mean, they were so pale. They are so pale. The only thing that stopped me from thinking that the roof had gotten frightfully close was the fact that I was staring into unblinking topaz eyes. With a gasp, I shot up and was forcefully pushed back down. The hand I did not recognize. I did not really recognize anything. When did I get in here? Where was here? Where was Edward? "E-" My voice was a little frantic and shaky.

"Shh." A hand brushed my hair back gently and he suddenly appeared in my eye line. "I'm here." He reached for my hand and that is when I realized that I was surrounded by everyone in the Cullen family. I swallowed thickly before blushing and looking down at my free hand. Carlisle reached forward and took it into his own. And God was it cold. I suppressed a gasp at the coldness of it before realizing that they were vampires. I blushed again at my stupidity.

"Your pulse is back to normal." He said in a slow and confused voice. He raised his golden eyes to mine. Mine were just as confused as his were. "You barely had a pulse back there." He whispered.

"Uh…" And then it clicked. Fuck.

Again? I willed his voice away. I did not want to hear his voice. Not now, not ever again. Because he was dead… but didn't I say that, he was not? I had seen him… I had seen him and he had healed me.

Yes. I whispered in my head. I was not expecting an answer.

I hate what these vampires are doing to you. He muttered angrily in thought-speak.

Stop it, Wy. They are not doing anything.

Whatever you say, bro. And then he was gone. Just like that… gone. I swallowed and glanced around at them. Should I explain? Edward looked worried, scared. Downright terrified. But I did not know what to do or say to console him. I bit my lip. Just tell them then. I could practically picture his stubborn eyes full of resentment. Just do not tell them too much. I did not want his presence to leave. His comforting voice… but it did. I looked Edward straight in the eye.

"It's not your fault." I explained in a calm voice. His eyes almost melted as they searched mine. The whole Cullen family was quiet as I tried to gather my thoughts to explain it. "I guess you could say that it's my fault."

"How is it your fault- if you don't mind me asking?" Jasper asked, his voice rushing out the last part. I picked at the thread on the satin sheets that covered my lower half.

"When- I- well everyone, really- has a past life. These past lives define a person and make them who they are today. Everyone remembers something from their past lives. Like, my Aunt Paige remembered hers in a fairy tale. Me… I guess I'm a special case." A half smile formed on my face as my eyes clouded over. "I don't really know how to explain this so if it makes no sense…" I trailed off glancing up at the family. "A few months after my brother, Wyatt, was born my family received a visitor from the future. His name was Chris Perry, or that's what he said his name was at the beginning."

"That was you?" Alice asked her voice eager. She was sitting at the edge of my bed Jasper's hand resting comfortably on her shoulder. A small smile was the only answer to her question but she had to have known the answer.

"He banished my father, Leo, to an island called Valhalla." I carried on.

"Why'd he do that?" Emmett asked from the doorway where he stood with his arms crossed. Rosalie threw him a dirty look from my side and he shut up immediately.

"My father was furious, and to make it worse Chris Perry had no remorse for what he had done. He actually seemed proud of himself. The only thing he seemed sorry about was for hurting my mother, Piper. But the thing is, it was all his plan. My father had to become an Elder, a supreme being of sorts, in order for him to become my mom and aunts whitelighter, who's kinda like a Guardian Angel but not as much as Guardians." I let them process the information with a calm face. Inside my heart was pounding on overdrive.

"However, my mother, father and aunts soon began to suspect him of wanting to kill or hurt Wyatt. Chris Perry never wanted anything more than to help the Charmed Ones and their only child. About a half year into his stay in the past, a bounty hunter of sorts came after him. Her name was Bianca. Bianca was portrayed as his fiancé… when she really wasn't." I closed my eyes as the images flashed in front of my eyes. "She immobilized him and brought him back to the future where he came face to face with Wyatt."

"Wyatt was evil. He was the Source of all Evil and he wanted Chris Perry back on his side. Chris Perry refused and Bianca died because of it. However, he made it back to the past safely and only part of his story was exposed. He was part witch and part whitelighter. He was beginning to gain the Charmed Ones trust back. However, he lost it when he brought a demon in the house to scan Wyatt for evil. That is when he revealed to my family that he was actually in the past to stop Wyatt from turning evil. None of them believed him."

"A few weeks later my Aunt Phoebe went on a vision quest where she saw Wyatt and his younger brother. Suddenly everything clicked in her mind and she began to realize that Chris Perry was actually her nephew who came from the future to save his brother… his family." I took a deep breath. The Cullens were absolutely silent as I carried on with my story.

"She managed to keep it a secret, but Chris Perry was running out of time and he had to get himself conceived one way or another. Therefore, in the mist of chaos where my Aunt Paige was accusing him of being a sex offender he let slip that he was my mother and father's second child. Aunt Paige joined the boat of getting him to be conceived. On his conception date he nearly disappeared from both time lines when my parents finally conceived him." I had a horribly hard time explaining this, trying to stop myself from imagining things that I did not want to.

Edward chuckled from beside me, obviously hearing my thoughts; I glared at him before continuing. "My Aunt Phoebe and Paige had no choice but to tell my mother that I was her son. When she found out, she felt guilty and I revealed to Grandpa, later on, that she died when I turned 14. On my birthday." I had started referring to Chris Perry as I and it threw some of them off. I swallowed and picked up where I left off. "My father found out from the same people as my mom, Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige. However, I nearly killed him when he tried to fix me from my spider incident, which I really do not want to go into. A few hours after that I explained that, he was never there for me and we did not really have a good relationship."

"He tried to fix it and we managed to mend it… or most of it. On the day, I was born an Elder, Gideon, who we all trusted betrayed everyone. He sent my father and I to an alternate universe and after we were returned to our world took my aunts, not counting the one I did not know was alive, under his spell. My father left to retrieve them and make them come to their senses and check on my mother who was in labor when Gideon attacked. He stabbed me when I tried to help Wyatt and kidnapped him. Gideon was working with the Demon of Fear, Barbas, and with his help managed to get both, my father and me, to be paralyzed when he took Wyatt. My father orbed in by my side as Gideon took Wyatt. He tried to heal me but it did not work. Eventually I died and my father killed Gideon and stopped Wyatt from turning evil." I stopped waiting for questions.

"What does this have to do with what happened?" A new female vampire asked. I did not recognize her. Esme. Edward whispered in my head, I nodded.

"That's where my death comes into play. You see, it was impossible for two people who were the same to live in a world together, so the Angel of Destiny didn't really have a choice on whether I died or not. The point was that my destiny is too big for them to just forget about my past life. I need to know something's from there in order to live this life. This is where it gets complicated to explain." My throat was beginning to hurt from all of my talking. Alice handed me a cup of water and I drank it greedily not even pausing to think where she had gotten it from. "There are two people living in one body when it comes to me. However, we are the same person… if that makes sense. It is like, when I turn 18, I will get the memories of my 18-year-old self. The problem with that is that I have already gotten all of my memories. That's what it used to be like."

I thought about how to explain it as Edward squeezed my hand in encouragement. "The first time I had a blackout I was on my sixth birthday. Wyatt and I concluded that the blackouts were things that did not happen in my past life or things that happened in my past life but not my current one. It is hard to explain. But I just sort of… blackout in order for one part of me to go to my past life to live it there. It is like an extreme case of déjà vu." I looked at them hoping they were not too confused. They did not look like it so I continued. "I never really knew what happened to me when I blackout, just that I do. Mom and dad never told me what happened. You're the first one to tell me, Dr. Cullen, that you can barely get a pulse from me when it happens."

We sat in silence as I picked at the sheets. They were a deep red, as red as blood. However, they were soft and I wanted to just curl up under them and sleep.

"The non-pulse thing could also be a side affect of James' bite." Rosalie supplied in a quiet voice. My gaze snapped to her. "What? You told me that when your brother healed you that he said that the venom had been too far into your body for him to heal it all." The rest of the Cullens seemed very surprised, including Edward. Alice looked surprised at first but then her eyes faded and in a few seconds gained life again. She looked more eager and I was not sure if it was a good thing or not.

"What do you mean, you're not fully healed?" Edward's voice had a rough edge and I winced. "Have you ever heard of that, Carlisle?" His voice was even harder then. And his eyes were glazed over with anger.

Carlisle was not the one who answered. "It's possible." Jasper's voice was quiet. "It happened a lot in wars. People would be bitten in the crossfire and they would not turn. The problem was that they would have to be turned during a time span, before the venom reached the heart or else they'd die." Alice reached for his hand and squeezed it. Love and comfort radiated off her.

"How long were these spans, usually?" Rosalie asked with fear in her voice. Her golden eyes were wide.

"Three or four years if the person was lucky." I sat back in the bed and blinked. What? I would have to be turned? But- but I did not want that… did I? I was so shocked I didn't even notice when the family left my side and I was left alone with Edward. He sat still in his chair… still as a statue.

"I-I am…" I shut my eyes tight trying to form coherent thoughts. "I am so sorry." I whispered at last.

"Why are you sorry?" His voice was still hard with anger, but it had a slightly defeated edge to it. He fell forward and pulled my to him. I was pulled into his tight embrace as if I was a porcelain doll. He cradled me in his arms and buried his face in my neck. "If anyone should be sorry I should be." He whispered against the skin there. I shivered slightly before feeling a lump form in my throat. Why was I going to cry? I had nothing to cry about. And yet I still cried. I let out a quiet sob and he gently laid me on my back on the bed and crawled into the bed next to me. I rolled around and buried my head in his shoulder. He would have cried too if he could. Somewhere in the mist of all of it, I fell asleep.

"I'm going to die one way or another." I pointed out raising an eyebrow at him. He glared at me, his topaz eyes narrowing.

"No… I'm not going to turn you Chris." It was my turn to glare.

I took an angry step towards him. Edward stood his ground. "So you'd rather I die at 21 years old?" My voice was venomous. His eyes flashed in pain before they hardened.

"I'd rather we tried to fix it." His voice was calm. I turned around angrily on my heal.

"There is nothing to fix, Edward! I am going to die! One way or another I am going to die! I'd rather have the promise of being with you before that happened!"

His eyes softened and he took my hands in his. "I will never let you die. I will do everything in my power to keep you alive."

"And if you have to turn me in the process…?"

He was defeated… I could tell. "Then I will."

I woke up slowly and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. It was night… I could tell by the darkness of the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, looking around the room. I did not have the chance to observe it before now. A long row of CD's was placed beside a large silver radio. A large shelf of books was across from me. The bed I was in was not the one I was originally in. Come to think of it, this was not even a bed. It was a couch of sorts. Windows lined the walls and there was an open doorway in the back of the room. I blinked and mused my hair. "Good afternoon." A soft voice whispered from the doorway. I turned my attention there, suppressing a shudder when I realized how fast he must have gotten there.

His brown hair was a mess, standing up at odd angles. He sighed and walked toward me. He leaned down and looked at me. I felt a hand push me backward and back to lying on the bed slowly. He was on top of me and I swallowed as his eyes devoured me. I felt hands begin to shake and I tried to will them to stop. His hands found my wrist and placed it above my head as he leaned down with his head and his lips found mine. It was a slow kiss, but it was passionate. My free hand reached up and kept his head pinned near mine. He pulled away so that we were less than an inch apart. "You scared me." He whispered. I smiled slightly.

"I'm so-"

"Stop saying that." He ordered me. I did not feel compelled to argue. He kissed me again and this time it was more forceful. He needed comfort, and he was seeking it from me. I needed it too, but my sleep-fuzzed mind could not really think straight. His tongue slipped into my mouth and his hand left my wrist that he had pinned down. He flipped over so that I was on top as his hand slid up my shirt. He was trying desperately to push down my jeans and I found myself trying so hard not to moan but it came out anyway. He laughed as I did that before flipping me onto my back and pulling my shirt over my head. He leaned above me, taking me in. He leaned down and kissed my neck. He drew it out before pressing is body against mine as I slid his shirt off his muscled shoulders. His lips found mine once more and I vaguely remembered my split lip from Aunt Phoebe before his hand got finished fumbling with my belt and he unbuttoned my pants and slipped his hand inside. Every thought that I had for stopping this was erased as passion enveloped me.

We did not sleep together but we had gotten close. Of course, my lovely split lip had to ruin the moment by beginning to bleed again when Edward accidentally bit into it. It was rather embarrassing. However, we got over it and went down stairs to do nothing as we awaited his family to arrive back home.

One of the first things to come to mind was that I should call Grandpa and let him know where I was. But then the thought occurred to me that my parents may still be there and I did not want to face them. I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder as he played lightly with my hair. Some random TV show was on as we sat on the couch. My shoes were off and my legs were pulled up to my side. He sat regularly but he had a content smile of his face. It occurred to me then and there that if I was going to die this is where I wanted to spend my last moments.

"Alice has gone to your house to gather some clothes for your stay here." He spoke quietly when I began to doze. I hated myself so much at that moment. All I had done was sleep lately. And nothing really qualified as sleep since I would be seeing some memory. Everything in my head was out of order. The memories from the blackouts could come before the blackout or after it. I never knew. It took a lot out of me. "But I doubt she's going to keep most of them. She'll probably just buy you new ones."

"She doesn't have to." I murmured, my eyes falling closed as he twisted a lock of my hair around his finger gently.

"Why did you come here, Chris?" He asked quietly. I did not want to tell him, but then again I wanted to. It made no sense, and I was too tired to lie.

"My parents and aunts visited." I answered.

"Isn't that a good thing?" His voice asked with curiosity.

Maybe, if it was someone other than me speaking. "… Not really."

"What do you mean by that?" I did not know which one he was referring to, my thought or what I said.

I was silent for a while. "Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" He sounded confused again.

"Read my mind." I answered simply.

He tensed. "Do you not want me to?"

"I-I don't really know…" I said slowly narrowing my green eyes in thought. "It's just- I never really had anyone else- other than demons- invade my mind. And I thought I had it guarded pretty well."

"Anyone else?" He asked. Damn, he caught that did he? "Referring to whom?"

I swallowed. For some reason I was wide-awake now. "It's nothing." I assured him.

He let go of me and stared down at me with topaz eyes. "Other than whom, Chris?"

I looked down at my hands. "Other than… Wyatt." I said quietly. He lifted my chin up with his chin greatly.

"Why is that so… bad?" He asked just as softly.

"It's not bad… per say."

His topaz eyes narrowed. "Per say?"

I opened my mouth to answer and then closed it a few seconds later. I avoided looking him in the eye. "He's not dead you know." I said after a few moments of silence. I heard him stifle a sigh.

"Chris-"

"Look, I know you don't believe me, but could you explain to me why I'm alive now?"

"Because…"

"Because what? Because I am special? That is not it, Edward. That was never it." I pulled out of his embrace.

"Chris… it could have been anything. And if you think about it-"

"What, Edward? If I think about it, I am not really dead? That's crap and you know it."

"Listen, alright. I don't want to fight with you."

"Then don't." I hissed out leaning my face towards his. "Whether you believe me or not, believe this. Someone saved me that day, because I was meant to be turned by you, and if you have a problem with it than so be it. I will die one way or another at 21 and everything will happen all over again until you get it right. I hope you make the right decision this time around."

Edward sat back in his seat shocked. And my own mouth fell open in shock. My green eyes were wide. "I-I-I'm sorry! I-I-I-" I was cut off from saying anything when he fluidly stood up from his seat and looked down at me. He looked ready to kill. I bit my lip and leaned further into my seat.

He leaned down over me like an animal stalking its prey before he drew his face very close to mine. My breathing quickened and for once, I was truly afraid of him. His arms kept me locked into the couch. "Don't ever ask me to turn you again."

"I- I can't promise that." I stuttered out in gasps.

His eyes hardened even more before he ripped himself up from the couch and disappeared in a blur.

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