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"Chris!" Chris had been taught long ago that if someone called you in a certain tone of voice, as long as no one was watching you, you came right away. It was so ingrained in his mind that that Chris did not even realize that he had no idea who was calling him. He orbed in to hear someone yell.
"Kris!" His eyes were immediately brought to a horrible gruesome unfamiliar scene before him. There was a big man in front of him kneeling in front of a girl on the ground she was losing a lot of blood. But the man wasn't giving up, he was doing the best he could to put pressure on the wound. It was clear that this wasn't the first time he had done something like this. Around him there were several girls of various ages, most looked under 18 who were starring at the scene anxiously.
On the other side of them was a dead something that looked sort like a demon, only more grotesque then usual since it was still there instead of doing what demons usually did and burn themselves to bits. His attention was brought to the girl when the man screamed in anguish.
"No! No! No! Kris don't die on me don't die on me!" That's when it occurred to Chris that the man he had never meet before probably wasn't calling him. But Chris couldn't think of that right now, not when there was an innocent in danger. The man had a dead demon besides him and some of the strange colored blood on his clothes, more then the others, so it was reasonable to assume the man had fought and killed the demon.
No one else seemed to be shocked about the existence of the demons, so it was probably safe to heal her if he could. His healing ability was about 50 -50 on healing strangers but Chris knew he had to try. He rushed over to the woman and saw that in order to get close enough to heal her he would have to get the man out of the way, which didn't really look like such an easy thing to do.
"I think I can help." Chris said as somewhat apprehensively, the man turned to look at him, which is when Chris noticed that he had only had one eye. He also eyed him in a way only an experienced fighter could.
"I can help her." Chris said more authoritatively this time. The man moved back reluctantly, Chris knelt over her and put his hands over her wound. Surprisingly before he even started his start up process his hands were healing. He heard a sharp gasp from behind, indicating the man had never seen anyone being healed before. He also healed her quickly in about half the time it usually took him to heal somebody.
When he was done the girl shot up and the man forced his way between them.
"Are you okay Kris?" This was the first time he really got to really look at everything. There was in a city where he had absolutely no clue but they were in a dark alley. Chris turned his focus onto the demon it was leaking bright blue blood, he tried to come up with what it could possibly be but come up with nothing. Which was unusual, since Chris had gone over the book many times and thought he know pretty much any demon that had ever existed.
"I thought I was dead." Chris looked back at the two the man was clutching her tightly, obviously they were pretty close. The man glanced at Chris.
"So did I. This man saved you." She looked past the man to Chris.
"You saved me?" Chris nodded shortly "How?"
"He healed you at least that what I think he did, did you? "Chris nodded seeing no point in denying it. The girl stood up shakily and then gave Chris a big hug.
"Thank you." she whispered in his ear and started walking away. The man however stayed there starring at him. Chris was about point out how impolite he was being when he said.
"Hey don't take this the wrong way but what are you?" Chris should have felt offended, he often did when even his closest friends had asked the same question, but for reason he didn't maybe because the man only had one eye and he felt pity for him.
"Whitelighter. You?"
"Human? Slayerette? Hunter? One of those or a mix I'm not sure. I've got to make sure Kris gets home okay, but I've want to thank you for saving Kris's life... I'm Xander Harris." Xander said extending his hand. Chris accepted the hand shake was about to say his name when he noticed that he definitely wasn't in San Francisco anymore.
"Where are we?" Xander raised his eyebrows.
"Africa more specifically Namibia more specifically Paxis."
"Yet you speak English?"
"That's because I was born in the good ole US of A. California to be specific Bolca de inferno to be specific. "At Chris's blank stare.
"Hellmouth, Sunnydale slash Cleveland." Hellmouth now why did that sound familiar? Yet he couldn't think of what it meant. He heard his mother voice in his head just then.
Christopher Perry Halliwell you get your ass here now!" Chris winced, he had no idea what he did, despite the fact he was 23 and most of the time lived away from his family he still couldn't say no when his mother sounded like that. Besides he had saved the girl's life even though he had no clue who she was.
"Anyways I got to go. Can I trust you to keep this a secret?"
"Look anyone I would tell is not going to tell anyone else, we know what people do when they heard or witness things they don't understand and we're not particularly anxious to witness it again." The man did seem to understand the need to keep certain things secret, and he trusted him for some reason, Chris nodded his head at him and orbed off to orb in front of his mother who looked very pissed off at him for a reason Chris couldn't think of.
"Okay what did I do?" Even though Chris was an adult, whenever his mother fixed his mother with that glare he felt like he was 7 old again and his mother had caught him with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.
"Wyatt told me what you did." Chris groaned inwardly Wyatt could never keep a secret, he was worse as Phoebe which was he hadn't told him in the first place.
"Mom it's not that big of a deal."
"Oh yes it is Chris, what were doing in the underworld without anyone else there."
"Mom I don't need anyone else's help, besides I was only down there long enough to find out who was going after my charge and then I left."
"Chris the underworld is dangerous."
"I know that mom, I was careful and look at me I'm fine not a scratch on me." Chris said softly. His mom face softened.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you you're my baby." Chris found himself enveloped in his mom arms. Chris wisely choose to let her hug him for as long as she wanted then continue the argument. She eventually released him.
"Promise me that if you go the underworld you won't go alone." Chris wasn't sure he could that promise so said.
"I'll try."
"No promise me."
"I'll promise I'll try."
"Sometimes you remind of your other self." his other self that had come from the future to save Wyatt from turning evil, Chris frowned.
"Is that a good of bad thing."
"Bad."
"Oh." Chris decided to compromise "I promise I'm not trying to get you worried I was just trying to help my charge, if I had waited till someone could have come I might have lost her that's why I went alone." Chris decided to change the topic.
"So what are you making for dinner."
"Why are you staying?" she said hopefully he knew she missed them immensely now that they were gone.
"That entirely depends on what your making."
"I'm making lasagna."
"Then I'm staying."
"That's great, I gotta go make some food." Chris knew it was hard on their mother that they left the same day, she had lost both of her sons on the same day and now had an empty nest. She still told them they could move back anytime and their rooms still looked the same. But at them same time she understood the need to leave home and live on their own. Chris knew it would be a little while before dinner would be ready and since he already said he was staying he would just have to wait till it was ready.
But there was something in the house that he could do to pass the time. Chris made his way up to the attic he got there quickly and found himself in the attic. He stood in front of the book of shadows. He had gone over this book many times in his life but for some reason no matter how many times he had gone through it, he still couldn't remember everything. He still knew the pages enough that he could pretty easily find whatever he was looking for. He flipped through the pages until he came upon the page he was looking for.
Hellmouth: Mouth to Hell center of mystical convergence similar to a nexus but draws a different sort of creatures then a nexus. A hell mouth is usually protected by a slayer.
He then flipped the pages again looking for what a slayer was
Slayer: one girl in all the world she fights demons and vampires who come from hellmouths.
That was interesting to know. But was he really wanted to know and was disappointed that neither or the entries had told him was how he had heard Xander's call for help in the first place, since he had never met him before.
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