Chapter Twenty Five

Chris's Demons

Chris flitted in and out of his sleep; he kept seeing his greatest fear brought to life. A fear he had to conquer before he returned to the past, to save Wyatt; from himself. He was evil. He knew he wasn't; was he? What had Wyatt said, there was no good or evil? So why was his greatest fear turning evil and committing atrocities toward the ones he would die to protect? Again he saw himself torturing and killing his cousins. "Penny," he muttered in his sleep. "Get away from him. Patty," he muttered only to find himself shaken awake by the arms of his girlfriend.

"Chris, no games. Tell me what's wrong."

Chris sighed and pulled his fingers through his dark hair. "It doesn't matter," he murmured, rubbing at his eyes.

"Bullshit, Chris Perry. You told me the truth about who you are. I have something to tell you as well; Wyatt sent me here to bring you to him. I couldn't do it, because….I love you, Chris. I don't care who you are. Now if we are going to have a relationship, you have to be honest and trust me."

"I was put in his torture chambers because they thought I was an Elder."



"Why didn't you tell them who you were?"

"You know why."

"Chris, tell me."

"Barbas was there."

"He showed you."

"Yeah. I was evil, I was torturing you, Penny, everyone. If that ever happens I want you to vanquish my ass."

"Chris," she said cupping his face and looking into his eyes.

"No, I mean it. I want you to kill me. I don't want to live the way Wyatt is. If he gets me in two years, I want you to find me and vanquish me. Promise me, Bianca."

"Chris…."

"Promise me," he repeated lowering his lips a fraction of the way away from hers, making her hunger for the taste of him. "Promise me," he repeated.

Not on her own will, she found herself saying the words, "I promise," as he kissed her. He tasted her and let her kiss him, as his fingers quickly moved to her tee-shirt.

Two hours later, Bianca sat back watching Chris cooked for every one. "You are manipulative, you know that, Chris?"

"Yeah, I do," he replied adding salt and stirring the food he was cooking. "Whatever works right," he stirred the food again searching 

through the herbs and spices. "I'll be back," he said after breakfast was done and he was through. He bent down to kiss her and slowly orbed away.

"I hate it when he does that," she muttered.

"We know," Patty replied. "You know who he is, don't you?" she asked softly. "And you love him," Patty grabbed her arm and orbed away. "That makes you very dangerous to us," she told her as they rematerialized.

"Do you know how odd it feels for me to orb?"

"Yeah, I do. I'm an empath."

"Great."

"I've gotten a premonition from you too."

"Even better. I'm leaving."

"Are you going to hurt Chris?"

"No, I won't hurt him, Patricia. His pains go a lot deeper than me, Empath."

"I know. It's just ever since my parents died. Chris was all I had. I don't want anything to happen to him. I'm not a kid anymore, Bianca."

Bianca looked at her, "No you aren't. We've all come along way. I'm not evil anymore. I won't hurt him. I won't tell anyone that he's a Halliwell." With that, Bianca shimmered back home.

Chris orbed home two hours later looking clearly upset. "Come on, baby," she said leading him to their room.



"I lost an innocent," he replied, and as she looked at him, she saw long scratches on his arms and legs.

"Chris," she replied, taking his arms into her hands and turning them over. "You've been hurt."

"I'll be fine," Chris replied. "I'm tired, Bianca. Have Melanie conjure some dinner."

She kissed his forehead. "Okay baby."

Seven hours later, Bianca went to check on him, and he was missing.