Chris sat in boredom at the Manor.
Every once in awhile, he would use his telekinesis to push wood chips into a pile and then he'd push some leftover bits of stained glass in another pile. He couldn't believe of all things they had to give for him to do they had made him housesit.
While, Wyatt, his mother, and his aunts dug up Wyatt's old body and recovered the ring from it, and Victoria had to sit in her haunted house alone waiting for death; he had to wait behind at the Manor for his mother to call to him to go and get Victoria. It had been his revelation that the ring probably was on Wyatt's past life's body and yet he was stuck here in the house bored out of his mind.
His mother had given him the responsibility to watch over the house while they were gone. Just in case of any surprise demon attacks or what not had been her reasoning. Of course, he knew it was basically because of the front doors.
Or else what was left of them.
Before they had left Paige had cast a spell to make it look like the doors were still there.
Of course, if anyone went up to them and leaned on one of them they would have the pleasure of falling straight through the illusion of the doors and onto their face since there was only a semblance of the doors attached to the house for now.
As soon as he heard his mother sending him the message that they had successfully found the ring and were on their way he orbed away to find Victoria.
It wasn't hard to find her either.
He found out easily that night that if he'd wanted to find her all he had to do was relax a moment and search for her and he would find her. Her soul came into his minds sight as a dark blackening glow.
It was that black color of her soul that was messing with his emotions now.
He knew that with every innocent he'd ever protected that when their soul glowed black that death was coming. He could only hope that soon her soul would go back to its normal color and that death would lay off its claim over her.
Chris found her instantly. She was in her old home in her bedroom lying on her canopy bed as if nothing were wrong.
She was staring at the ceiling with an old white teddy bear in her grasp that was missing one eye and had seen better days. A large photo album was beside her on the bed and it was stuck on the middle page of all her pictures of her family and beside the album was a large ancient looking Book of Shadows.
He noticed the room was in udder chaos around her. Pictures, books, knickknacks over the years, and toppled over lamps were lying on the floor. It looked like a tornado had went through the room and tried to destroy its very existence. Surprisingly, the bed and furniture looked untouched in the wake of all the chaos.
Chris knew that it had been Victoria who had made the place a disaster area. He knew it had happened before they had even met in this life. It had been the only real thing she could have done constructively that let out her anger and her confusion over what she had just witnessed at her wedding.
For a moment, as he looked over her, he forget where he was. He knew why Shakespeare had started writing so many doomed romances now. It was because everyone had a dark half that could falter and destroy their life.
He wondered if Shakespeare was innately magical and had seen the future of many relationships, or at least had any idea of who Victoria was. If he did, Chris knew the plays may easily have been about her.
He shook the thought of her being the ill-fated lover in Shakespeare's plays and looked around himself instead.
Her room looked like an old Arabian castle and she was its queen. The gold tones of the walls melded in with the white furniture making the room look almost majestic. It almost reminded him of what heaven might be like.
He watched her as she looked at the ceiling deep in thought. The clothes that she had worn that his aunts had given her earlier had been replaced by her own. Obviously, they hadn't been to her liking.
What she wore now made her look even more beautiful and even more like herself.
She had a dark mahogany red frock top that covered her like a short slightly ragged dress and a dark asymmetric black skirt that was down to her knee on the right side, but on the left side where the skirt started its line down to her knee it showed her mid thigh. Her dark reddish-brown hair was piled in curls on top of her head by large black rose clips with a few stray curls abandoning the clips embraces and cascading down her pale back. Her violet-blue eyes were covered with dark makeup that glittered in the light.
She looked like a gothic fairy.
Anger flowed through his veins as he watched her. She had done nothing to deserve to live like this. She didn't deserve to know that she was cursed to never know happiness and to die young. She didn't deserve to have everyone she ever cared about taken away from her.
He hated knowing that death was watching over her for its opportune moment.
He hated having to wait to see if she really could be saved.
"Chris?" she asked, as she sat up on the bed at the sight of him.
He knew that the worried expression on his face wasn't helping matters. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled gently. "We got it."
"You did?" she asked, still confused by why he seemed so worried. Then she realized what he'd said. "You did!"
"Yeah, you're going to live, Victoria. You're going to live," he told her smiling down on her as he took her hands in his and brought her to her feet in front of him.
She was two inches shorter then him. He hadn't realized that before.
She laughed happily and then kissed him. "How's that for a victory kiss?"
"Damn good," he replied. "Now we have to get back to the Manor to meet them."
She nodded and took his hand.
They instantly orbed out of the room. She had to admit she liked orbing better then blinking. Orbing was more like a steady roller coaster ride on the speed of light when you used it. While, blinking could just be boring. Besides that, if you thought of some other destination while you were doing it you were more likely to end up there.
She had learned that the hard way a few times as a child when she'd ended up falling into the middle of the ocean.
They were in the hallway of the Manor in instants. Chris kept a hold of her hand as they walked down the darkened hallway away from the fake front doors.
The house was silent. It was almost eerie this way. He was surprised that no one was there yet.
He rarely ever was in the house when it was empty. It was nice to see that he had the chance to see it without everyone there. Especially since everyone was always there, or coming there, or else just leaving it together to vanquish some new evil after them.
It was nice to be alone there. Especially, when he was alone there with Victoria.
"This place is so much more different in the dark," she told him quietly.
There was just something about dark and quiet houses that made you want to move more stealthy. It also made you barely want to talk above a whisper as if your speaking loudly would destroy the natural calm that descended in it after dark.
They made their way down the hallway to a set of doors that he opened to get into the solarium. There he flicked on the lights to make everything more visible. Of course, they really didn't need the lights. It was very well lit on its own with the moonlight poring into the room in rainbows through the large stained glass windows that paneled around the room.
"Shouldn't they be here?" she asked.
"My mom said they were on their way. They won't be long. Don't worry about it," he told her.
She nodded and looked at the room. It was beautiful here. It was almost romantic or else it would be under different circumstances.
A shiver passed through her body chilling her to the bone. She had a really bad feeling about this. She felt like something was very off and very wrong and she didn't know what.
She chalked it up to nerves because there wasn't anything wrong.
She was going to be saved and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
For once, she was going to see her next birthday and the new year and so on and so on after that.
The Charmed Ones had somehow come through for her and they were going to save her. She could barely believe it.
She rubbed her arms in order to get the chill out of her skin. It barely worked as she looked at the beauty of the room.
Chris stood beside her and stared at the table. It had been awhile since he'd been in there.
It had used to be his old favorite place to hang out in. He'd used to do homework in there with Wyatt. Of course not much work was really done in there. Instead, Wyatt and he had goofed off a lot.
They'd known that no one would bother them while they were in there saying they were doing homework so they had gotten away with a lot.
Of course, that had been during the summer time when they'd been in magic school. Their mother had decided to give them the best of both worlds. So during the regular school year they went to public school and during the summer they went to magic school to learn new magical things to help them survive in the magical world.
Which was cool because he got to learn a lot about magic, his ancestry , and even a few nifty spells, but it had been a lot of homework. It had ended up being more work for magic school then regular school.
Of course, Wyatt had made it fun and worth it so he'd loved every minute of it.
That was before Wyatt had become Mr. Popular valedictorian in regular school and had stopped hanging out with him.
"I can't believe it's almost over," Victoria whispered breaking him away from his thoughts.
Seeing she was cold he rubbed her arms and smiled down at her, "You'd better start believing it."
She laughed and kissed him gratefully for the support he'd given her that she needed at that moment.
Her hands ran through his silky dark brown hair. It had been forever since she had enjoyed a kiss it seemed. It seemed like it had been centuries since she'd had the peace of mind to enjoy it and stop worrying about dying.
Soon she'd be home free. She'd be able to do whatever she wanted. She loved knowing that.
Unbeknownst to them there was someone else in the house. He was leaning against the doorframe to the solarium and he was very angry at what he was seeing develop between Chris and Victoria.
When will you ever learn, brother, to leave my things alone? The stranger asked, angrily silent.
As his anger grew so did the atmosphere around him. A few of the potted plants that had been resting around the door and had been hanging from the ceiling near him quickly withered into a black corpse and died.
He may have had the body and face of Wyatt, but he was none other then Andrew. And he was beyond pissed.
He had come back for his bride and he was going to have her in this life no matter what the cost.
Every once in awhile, he would use his telekinesis to push wood chips into a pile and then he'd push some leftover bits of stained glass in another pile. He couldn't believe of all things they had to give for him to do they had made him housesit.
While, Wyatt, his mother, and his aunts dug up Wyatt's old body and recovered the ring from it, and Victoria had to sit in her haunted house alone waiting for death; he had to wait behind at the Manor for his mother to call to him to go and get Victoria. It had been his revelation that the ring probably was on Wyatt's past life's body and yet he was stuck here in the house bored out of his mind.
His mother had given him the responsibility to watch over the house while they were gone. Just in case of any surprise demon attacks or what not had been her reasoning. Of course, he knew it was basically because of the front doors.
Or else what was left of them.
Before they had left Paige had cast a spell to make it look like the doors were still there.
Of course, if anyone went up to them and leaned on one of them they would have the pleasure of falling straight through the illusion of the doors and onto their face since there was only a semblance of the doors attached to the house for now.
As soon as he heard his mother sending him the message that they had successfully found the ring and were on their way he orbed away to find Victoria.
It wasn't hard to find her either.
He found out easily that night that if he'd wanted to find her all he had to do was relax a moment and search for her and he would find her. Her soul came into his minds sight as a dark blackening glow.
It was that black color of her soul that was messing with his emotions now.
He knew that with every innocent he'd ever protected that when their soul glowed black that death was coming. He could only hope that soon her soul would go back to its normal color and that death would lay off its claim over her.
Chris found her instantly. She was in her old home in her bedroom lying on her canopy bed as if nothing were wrong.
She was staring at the ceiling with an old white teddy bear in her grasp that was missing one eye and had seen better days. A large photo album was beside her on the bed and it was stuck on the middle page of all her pictures of her family and beside the album was a large ancient looking Book of Shadows.
He noticed the room was in udder chaos around her. Pictures, books, knickknacks over the years, and toppled over lamps were lying on the floor. It looked like a tornado had went through the room and tried to destroy its very existence. Surprisingly, the bed and furniture looked untouched in the wake of all the chaos.
Chris knew that it had been Victoria who had made the place a disaster area. He knew it had happened before they had even met in this life. It had been the only real thing she could have done constructively that let out her anger and her confusion over what she had just witnessed at her wedding.
For a moment, as he looked over her, he forget where he was. He knew why Shakespeare had started writing so many doomed romances now. It was because everyone had a dark half that could falter and destroy their life.
He wondered if Shakespeare was innately magical and had seen the future of many relationships, or at least had any idea of who Victoria was. If he did, Chris knew the plays may easily have been about her.
He shook the thought of her being the ill-fated lover in Shakespeare's plays and looked around himself instead.
Her room looked like an old Arabian castle and she was its queen. The gold tones of the walls melded in with the white furniture making the room look almost majestic. It almost reminded him of what heaven might be like.
He watched her as she looked at the ceiling deep in thought. The clothes that she had worn that his aunts had given her earlier had been replaced by her own. Obviously, they hadn't been to her liking.
What she wore now made her look even more beautiful and even more like herself.
She had a dark mahogany red frock top that covered her like a short slightly ragged dress and a dark asymmetric black skirt that was down to her knee on the right side, but on the left side where the skirt started its line down to her knee it showed her mid thigh. Her dark reddish-brown hair was piled in curls on top of her head by large black rose clips with a few stray curls abandoning the clips embraces and cascading down her pale back. Her violet-blue eyes were covered with dark makeup that glittered in the light.
She looked like a gothic fairy.
Anger flowed through his veins as he watched her. She had done nothing to deserve to live like this. She didn't deserve to know that she was cursed to never know happiness and to die young. She didn't deserve to have everyone she ever cared about taken away from her.
He hated knowing that death was watching over her for its opportune moment.
He hated having to wait to see if she really could be saved.
"Chris?" she asked, as she sat up on the bed at the sight of him.
He knew that the worried expression on his face wasn't helping matters. He looked into her blue eyes and smiled gently. "We got it."
"You did?" she asked, still confused by why he seemed so worried. Then she realized what he'd said. "You did!"
"Yeah, you're going to live, Victoria. You're going to live," he told her smiling down on her as he took her hands in his and brought her to her feet in front of him.
She was two inches shorter then him. He hadn't realized that before.
She laughed happily and then kissed him. "How's that for a victory kiss?"
"Damn good," he replied. "Now we have to get back to the Manor to meet them."
She nodded and took his hand.
They instantly orbed out of the room. She had to admit she liked orbing better then blinking. Orbing was more like a steady roller coaster ride on the speed of light when you used it. While, blinking could just be boring. Besides that, if you thought of some other destination while you were doing it you were more likely to end up there.
She had learned that the hard way a few times as a child when she'd ended up falling into the middle of the ocean.
They were in the hallway of the Manor in instants. Chris kept a hold of her hand as they walked down the darkened hallway away from the fake front doors.
The house was silent. It was almost eerie this way. He was surprised that no one was there yet.
He rarely ever was in the house when it was empty. It was nice to see that he had the chance to see it without everyone there. Especially since everyone was always there, or coming there, or else just leaving it together to vanquish some new evil after them.
It was nice to be alone there. Especially, when he was alone there with Victoria.
"This place is so much more different in the dark," she told him quietly.
There was just something about dark and quiet houses that made you want to move more stealthy. It also made you barely want to talk above a whisper as if your speaking loudly would destroy the natural calm that descended in it after dark.
They made their way down the hallway to a set of doors that he opened to get into the solarium. There he flicked on the lights to make everything more visible. Of course, they really didn't need the lights. It was very well lit on its own with the moonlight poring into the room in rainbows through the large stained glass windows that paneled around the room.
"Shouldn't they be here?" she asked.
"My mom said they were on their way. They won't be long. Don't worry about it," he told her.
She nodded and looked at the room. It was beautiful here. It was almost romantic or else it would be under different circumstances.
A shiver passed through her body chilling her to the bone. She had a really bad feeling about this. She felt like something was very off and very wrong and she didn't know what.
She chalked it up to nerves because there wasn't anything wrong.
She was going to be saved and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
For once, she was going to see her next birthday and the new year and so on and so on after that.
The Charmed Ones had somehow come through for her and they were going to save her. She could barely believe it.
She rubbed her arms in order to get the chill out of her skin. It barely worked as she looked at the beauty of the room.
Chris stood beside her and stared at the table. It had been awhile since he'd been in there.
It had used to be his old favorite place to hang out in. He'd used to do homework in there with Wyatt. Of course not much work was really done in there. Instead, Wyatt and he had goofed off a lot.
They'd known that no one would bother them while they were in there saying they were doing homework so they had gotten away with a lot.
Of course, that had been during the summer time when they'd been in magic school. Their mother had decided to give them the best of both worlds. So during the regular school year they went to public school and during the summer they went to magic school to learn new magical things to help them survive in the magical world.
Which was cool because he got to learn a lot about magic, his ancestry , and even a few nifty spells, but it had been a lot of homework. It had ended up being more work for magic school then regular school.
Of course, Wyatt had made it fun and worth it so he'd loved every minute of it.
That was before Wyatt had become Mr. Popular valedictorian in regular school and had stopped hanging out with him.
"I can't believe it's almost over," Victoria whispered breaking him away from his thoughts.
Seeing she was cold he rubbed her arms and smiled down at her, "You'd better start believing it."
She laughed and kissed him gratefully for the support he'd given her that she needed at that moment.
Her hands ran through his silky dark brown hair. It had been forever since she had enjoyed a kiss it seemed. It seemed like it had been centuries since she'd had the peace of mind to enjoy it and stop worrying about dying.
Soon she'd be home free. She'd be able to do whatever she wanted. She loved knowing that.
Unbeknownst to them there was someone else in the house. He was leaning against the doorframe to the solarium and he was very angry at what he was seeing develop between Chris and Victoria.
When will you ever learn, brother, to leave my things alone? The stranger asked, angrily silent.
As his anger grew so did the atmosphere around him. A few of the potted plants that had been resting around the door and had been hanging from the ceiling near him quickly withered into a black corpse and died.
He may have had the body and face of Wyatt, but he was none other then Andrew. And he was beyond pissed.
He had come back for his bride and he was going to have her in this life no matter what the cost.