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"My whole family, friends, the priest. Mark.." she said again only now to the third sister trying not to cry. But she couldn't speak anymore. Instead, her throat closed up on her and she turned her back on them.

"It's okay sweetie. It'll be okay." Phoebe told her soothingly, not moving closer to Victoria since her comfort wasn't wanted, but not leaving her side either.

"How is it ok? Everyone is dead! Everyone I know is dead. This was supposed to be my wedding day and I'm spending it here with all of you. Cursed, none the less." Victoria cried.

She turned back to them for an answer that they couldn't give. Her face was filled with a series of constant emotions that ranged from anger, hatred, sadness, vehemence, and fear. Then, she shook her head at them and started laughing bitterly in hysteria. She shook inside of her own skin.

While she stood sulking in front of them, the power buried inside of her radiating from within her, Wyatt realized she was one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen. Of anytime to fall in love with someone, now was the worst time, but he couldn't help it.

She was beautiful. Even more beautiful and even more complicated then in her last lifetime.

He stared at her dumbfounded as he realized what he was doing, but it was too late. The pain and emotions were drawing over the surface of her wide blue eyes that were looking into him in hatred. He knew she hated him more then life itself. Or else, she hated the past him since she didn't know the new, improved good version of him.

He wished they had met under different circumstances. Maybe, they would have been happy together otherwise.

Wyatt swallowed hard as he tried to brush away his feelings. At least the ones for her. But they were holding onto him tightly. All he wanted to do at the moment was save her. Once he had done so he was waiting for her to fall into his arms, kiss him, and lead him off into a private room where he could show her how much he felt for her.

He knew that would never happen.

There was too much of a past between them that would trifle with the whole thing. She would never look at him with her luminous violet- blue eyes and be happy to be with him. She would always see his past life's self and all the inflictions his past self had put into her life. He'd never be able to run his hands through her silky, reddish-brown hair and hold her in his arms.

Whatever he felt for her now would stay bottled inside of him forever probably. Unless, of course, she changed her mind about him. Which, let's face it, would take a long, long time to do if she ever did.

Knowing this, Wyatt stood in the doorway to the sitting room and kicked at the floor. His eyes burning as he looked at the wood chunks littering the ground from the door she'd blown in to get to him. She'd been pissed. She'd wanted her revenge.

Maybe, he could save her somehow. Maybe, there was a way to change the curse and revert it to someone else. Maybe, he could change her destiny. If he could then he'd prove to her by doing so that he had changed after all.

That he wasn't evil.

His thoughts were broken as he heard the raw sound of glass cracking loudly.

His eyes fell on the picture of his mother and aunts. It had been one of the first pictures they had ever taken together where they all had been getting along and where each had finally come to grips with the destiny that was awaiting them.

Victoria had broken the glass with her emotional outburst.

His eyes came up to look into hers, but she would no longer meet his eyes with her blue ones. Instead, she looked away biting her lip gingerly.

She was beautiful. She was powerful.

She was a walking time bomb.

Wyatt wanted her.

"I can't be here right now," Victoria said to the lingering silence.

She had had enough of being in their strange house. She was sick and tired of pretending that everything would be okay when it would never be. Not now, and not ever in her lifetimes to come would anything be alright for her.

She was screwed.

It didn't matter who she loved, how powerful she was, if she did all good or all bad deeds, or how beautiful she was. She would always be cursed to die young and unhappy.

She had to admit Andrew had done something to her that was ingenious. It was also something she wouldn't even wish on her worst enemies.

"Hey, wait you can't go now. We made a deal, and we don't break our bargains ever. Just stay here and try to control yourself before someone gets hurt. And we'll hopefully figure something out," Paige insisted.

Victoria looked at the woman in front of her and wanted to laugh.

Who did she think she was kidding? There was no cure. They would never be able to create a miracle drug to save her life before it was too late. Why did they even think they should bother?

She just wanted to die already.

Sure, she had unfinished business here one earth, but it wasn't like she could do anything about it. God, it was weird to be alive and breathing now knowing in a few hours everything would stop. She would be dead. She would take her last breath of air, she would see her last sight, and then her heart would merely stop beating.

It was almost kind of funny. Especially when she thought about the mortician who would get to see her body. He would see a perfectly healthy young girl who's heart had merely stopped beating. He'd have a lot of questions on his hands. She wondered if he would panic when he knew that there was nothing at all wrong with her body. Maybe, he would just declare it as some new disease. Maybe, he'd name it after her.

Hey, at least she would be getting famous out of this whole curse thing.

Victoria knew deep down inside she was hysterical.

Every thought that popped into her mind was making her slowly go even more into the pit of craziness that Andrew had lived in in his whole life. She couldn't really take reality anymore. It was hard enough knowing that she was going to die alone. It was another thing to realize that there would be no one left alive that had known her that would even mourn for her. She would just be another name on a gravestone. That was if they even gave her one.

The only bright side to thinking about that was that at least she wouldn't have to witness it.

Wyatt looked around the room to see who would comfort Victoria in her hysteria. She knew death was coming for her and he doubted she was taking it well. He found no help whatsoever.

His mother was leaning against his father. Both were watching Victoria warily and his mother seemed saddened knowing that their soon to be ally would be dead. She also seemed like she was at a loss of words. Phoebe just watched Victoria trying not to cry herself as all the emotions boiling inside of Victoria weaved themselves in and out of Phoebe like a form of deadly radiation. And then there was Paige, she wasn't exactly the best touchy feely person. She had always been funny whenever someone else was emotional that was outside the family. Chris, his semi-neurotic brother, just stared blankly at Victoria.

At that moment, Wyatt wondered just what could Chris possibly be thinking.

For being as close as they could be at times, Wyatt had no idea who Chris was. It was as if Chris could be two people.

One was the person Wyatt had grown up with, protected as baby, and had fought with over stupid toys or who had won a game of hide and seek without cheating. Then there was the other Chris who was kind of dark and secretive. That Chris came out every once in awhile. That was the stranger that was inside of Chris that Wyatt didn't like or even understand.

Sometimes, Chris would just disappear inside himself. Sometimes when he looked at his own younger brother he didn't even recognize him at all.

It was scary knowing someone all their life, but never really knowing them. It almost felt as if they were enemies sometimes.

Wyatt shook off his worry for Chris and turned his attention to the real problem of the moment. Victoria. What could he do to save her?

He knew that he was the only one who could possibly save Victoria. He had put her in this situation and he sure as hell was going to find a way out of it for her. Whether it was the last thing he did for her or not.

It was then after he had made his final resolution that he stopped leaning against the doorframe to the sitting room. He slowly passed through the crowd of his family on his way to her.

He was the only one not still rooted to their place on the floor not knowing how to really handle the situation. He didn't know exactly what she would do to him for coming anywhere near her. Probably blow him to kingdom come, but he was going to try and resolve this lifelong battle of wills.

"Wyatt?" Chris asked as he walked past him.

For once, Chris wasn't silent and reserved inside the pit of his soul. He was worried and he sure didn't want Wyatt to get anywhere near Victoria. Especially, since the deal didn't seem to be very effective between them. Since, of course, they didn't really know how they could save her life let alone stop the curse.

Wyatt ignored Chris as he walked past him and went straight to her. She looked at him uneasily the whole time. He could almost see all the emotions going through her as she backed away from him. Anger, fear, revulsion maybe and even her decision to give up passed over her face as she moved away from him. He was like a freight train that was coming straight towards her telling her that her time was basically almost up and she should be ready for certain death.

Not realizing it, he had his raised his hand slowly out towards her like a person trying to let an abandoned scared wild animal know that they would do them no harm. He wanted to touch her shoulder to calm her down and let her know she wasn't completely alone in all of this. That he was still going to try his hardest to figure something out.

He already had figured something out a bit.

He had realized that she was cursed to die and that was the destiny logged into the book of life for her. However, he remembered a time his mother had told him about a spell that had went awry that had given Phoebe someone else's karma.

Perhaps, he could write a spell like that one. Reword it, of course, but in the end change it so that her curse would fall off her shoulders and lay on his.

Of course, that probably meant certain death for him, but it was the only plan he had figured out so far . His family would be against it. But, of course, it wasn't his family that had destroyed Victoria's life. He had done it to her in his past life and he was going to change it in this life and the next.

His mother had brought him up by teaching him chivalry towards life and women. She had taught him to take the blame and fix his own problems the best way that he could that wouldn't hurt others. She had taught him to be a better person then most of the people he had ever met in his life.

Because of that he was willing to risk his life to right his wrong.

Wyatt came out of his thoughts to see her taking another step away from him. He didn't blame her. He would have done the same thing.

He let his offered hand drop as he stopped a few feet from her. Gazing into her eyes, he saw a fragile quality in them that he had not seen before. The look only made him want to stick with his plan more and more.

I will save you, he promised her quietly.

"Look for what it's worth I am sorry," Wyatt told her, breaking the silence that had formed around them.

Piper stood beside Leo and pressed his hand. She was so proud of her son in that moment. He had overcome everything he knew to try to right his wrong. He was stronger then she would have ever hoped he would be.

"That does nothing to comfort me." Victoria told Wyatt.

She broke the spell enrapturing the room. She tried not to meet his eyes, but it was a hard thing to do.

He was so intense. She could have felt his presence from miles away. She was surprised she had never felt it before. It was so powerful. It wasn't even his powers that gave him such a presence in the room it was the way he carried himself, and valued himself. It was the way he took on his responsibility over her cursed life and soon to come death, and try to repair it.

He wasn't the same man she had met in her last life. He wasn't the insane cripple of a human being that Andrew had been. Whatever he had done in his other lifetimes really seemed to have fixed him. He was sane and he was so perfect almost in so many ways.

He was perfect. He was like a prince in the fairy stories that she'd heard growing up that her mother would tell her at bedtime. Too bad he hadn't been like this when she had met him in her last lifetime. There might have been more to them then her trying to keep her sanity, and her life in this lifetime.

Funny, how life was. The minute you find someone that would be good for you they are your very demise. She wondered if the angels of destiny were sick and twisted in the humor department or if they just went with the flow.

"I know and I'm sorry for that too. You probably won't believe this, but I'm going to do everything in my power to save you. You hear me? Everything. I won't rest till I know you're safe from...me." Wyatt said almost in hesitation.

It was still too much for him to think about the fact that he had been evil in his last life. Let alone that he had enjoyed every moment of it.

Deep down inside, he knew that he would have been evil in this lifetime too if it hadn't been for his mother always influencing him into helping others and himself. Without her, he would have succumbed to evil.

For a moment, he wondered how his life would have changed if he had decided to be evil.

What the world would be like even.

Victoria looked at Wyatt. He was saying everything that she wanted to hear, but she wasn't satisfied. It was too perfect. She didn't believe it would be that way for long. He was Mr. Wonderful and she didn't know how to handle it.

She wanted out of the house. She wanted to be far away from them. She wanted to be at home dancing at her wedding reception and then leaving the next morning for her own honeymoon.

She wanted to have the house with the white picket fence that her father had bought for Mark and her as a wedding present. She wanted to be the same person that she had been the moment she had woken up that morning.

She wanted it all.

The life she had had and the love she would never be able to have from the dead man that was her husband.

"I'm sorry for your fiancé. He was lucky to have you."

Victoria laughed bitterly and shook her head wondering if he could read her thoughts as well as her heart, " Now is not the time to start hitting on me or even start giving me your condolences. I wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you."

How could he just stand there so calm and tell her Mark had been lucky? He didn't know her at all and yet he was acting like he did. How could he just stand there as if nothing in the world had been destroyed that day and offer her his condolences? Condolences that wouldn't have to be given to her if he hadn't cursed her in their last lifetime together.

Her anger dissipated at his next words. His words struck a chord in her that had never been awakened before and confusion spread through her body. She was waiting for him to say 'just kidding' or 'see you next life' , but instead he said the thing she least expected from him.

"I will save you, Victoria. I owe you more then that as it is, but what you want I can't undo." he'd said. He'd looked back at his family for a beat, willing them to understand, and then he looked straight into her eyes making her realize how serious he really was about it. "Even if I have to exchange my life with yours."