Chapter 38
Silence filled the room as everyone tried to process what just happened. Angie snapped out of her gaze on Chris's eyes and used her free hand to close them while her other hand was still in a tight grip with Chris's hand. It was cold and hard so quickly. Her body shook uncontrollably as she pulled her dead fiancé closer to her and cried in his neck. She didn't care how cold or his blood on her, she just wanted to cry and hold him.
"Chris –no….no!" Wyatt muttered as he punched the wooden floor with all of his strength. His baby brother –dead. He stared at his face and saw the image of their dead mother when he found her in the same position as Chris was. But like Angie, Chris was holding her with his dear life not expecting that she was dead. How could he? Their mother was a Charmed One, she unexpectedly died, and now…a song of Charmed One is dead. "Just like Henry Jr."
"Chris is my son." Piper's voice interrupted everyone's thoughts as they stared at the elder sister. "He is my son. My son is dead."
Wyatt put his hands over his face, "You had to figured it out the hard way, mom."
"Angelica," She lifted her head and couldn't believe her eyes. She saw him: The Angel of Death standing next to Piper in his black clothing.
"No, stay away!" Angie yelled.
"Angie?" Wyatt questioned as he looked at her direction but saw no one expect Piper.
"He's here. The Angel of Death is here." Angie said. "You are not taking him from me!"
"I have to, my dear." He said to her in his accent. "Christopher doesn't belong to this world anymore."
"No!" Angie screamed as she carefully laid Chris on the ground, his head limped to the side. She walked to the Angel of Death, staring at him filled with hatred. "You are not taking him from me."
"I have to."
Angie was about to say something else but she felt something odd going on with her body. She looked down at her hands and saw them slowly fading and reappearing again. Phoebe jumped when the Book of Shadows began flipping its pages rapidly and stopped at one page. Phoebe ran to the book and her eyes widen as she read the passage," If the Angel of Life dies, her soul mate will grieve and discontented like any other person. But if the soul mate dies or is dying, the Angel of Life will follow him as she loses her abilities." Phoebe's eyes flew to Angie to Chris then back at Angie.
"This isn't his destiny!" Angie screamed and ran to her fallen fiancé.
"Christopher was meant to die –everyone is meant to die. Surely, you understand that." Death said to her. Angie stared at him and knew she couldn't fight him. After all, he was Death and she was…life.
"Life," Angie mumbled under her breath and then it hit her like lightening. Quickly, she ran to Chris, pulled his body up into her arms, and cupped his numb cheek under her hand. Piper watched as her lips pressed against Chris's numb lips and whispered, "I love you."
She moved his hair away from his face, "This is not your destiny!" Angie said as she placed her hand over Chris's chest and a bright light surrounded the couple.
The Charmed Ones and Wyatt watched as the white light swirled around, filling the attic with Angie's memories with Chris: meeting for the first time, playing, flirting, Chris showing her the Golden Gate Bridge, saving each other's lives, first kiss, first date, laughing, hugging, making love for the first time…the light swirled around faster and faster as the images came too quickly. Wyatt noticed Angie's eyes quickly changed to a light blue as the light grew stronger.
Finally, the swirling stopped as the light was in a ball and slowly, fell down into Chris's chest. Everyone went silent, daring not to move and waited to see what would happen next. Suddenly, a hand began to twitch and then, his chest began to move up and down. Chris fluttered his jaded eyes and saw the blurry vision of Angelica's face over his. "Angel," He mumbled, thinking he was seeing a magical angel.
"You have no idea what you have done, do you?" The Angel of Death yelled at her.
"Yes, I do." Angie gasped, as she stood up ignoring the pain she felt in her body. "I brought him back. Chris isn't destined to die."
"You just bought him some time." He said to her and grabbed her wrist as she felt a trickle of electric pain. "Everyone is meant to die, even you."
Abruptly, he vanished into thin air and let Angie fell down on her knees. She looked down at her wrist and saw the vines tattoos quickly changed into the symbols of the five elements. Now, she is the Angel of Life. A hand was in front of her face and looked up to see Chris, smiling down at her. She moved his hand away and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Angel," Chris said as he kissed the top of her head. Angie pulled away and gasped noticing the wound on his chest gone. "You healed me."
Angie smiled up at Chris but felt the word spin around her and quickly, Chris caught her as she fell into unconscious. "I think she lost a lot of energy in bringing you back from the dead." Paige said to Chris.
Chris chuckled, "I'll take her to your old room." He said and orbed away.
"Piper, are you alright?" Phoebe asked.
"Chris is my son." Piper repeated. "How could I miss that? You two don't look too surprise?"
"Well, you see…Phoebe do you want to handle this?" Paige asked.
Phoebe sighed, "We overheard their conservations. How do you feel?"
"I…I don't know what I should be feeling right now." Piper admitted. "These few months with Chris, I've accused him –hurt him –oh god! I almost killed him!"
"Piper, you didn't know he was your son."
"All this time, I thought you were overprotective of Chris because he was your best friend. But really, he's your little brother." Piper said to Wyatt. "Which means, Melinda is my daughter and I-"
"She died-"
"Seeing your mom's death-"
"Protecting her child."
"Changes a person –"
"I couldn't heal her."
"I'm dead." Piper said, remembering all the conservations she and her sisters had with Chris and the look on his face when she questioned him about the photo in his room in the future. "I'm the mother that died in front of Chris. Why didn't you tell me?"
Wyatt scoffed, "And you died how many times, mom?"
"We lost count." Paige shrugged.
"My point exactly."
"Still, don't you think I should know about this?"
"And then what? Try and not to get kill the next fourteen years?" Wyatt asked, raising an eyebrow at her that reminded her of her dad whenever he doesn't approve of something. "Good luck with that, mother."
Piper rolled her eyes. "I am going to have a daughter." She smiled a bit, realizing that some things haven't change that last time she was in the future.
"She looks like you." Wyatt said sadly and images of Melinda with anger and pain appeared in his minds. "I have to go."
"Wait a min –"Piper yelled but he already orbed away in his dark orbs. "Minute. Who came up with that infuriating power?"
"So are you going to tell Leo?"
"You mean, he doesn't know?" Piper asked and her sisters shook their heads. "I don't think he should know. He's been…'up there' for a while."
"You know, that's a lame excuse." Paige said.
Piper sighed, "I don't know. I have to think about this. This is getting a little overwhelming right now."
Paige sighed, "It's been a long day. How about we get some sleep? Pheebs, you mind if we share the bed in your room?"
"Yeah, no problem. I'll be down in the minute." Phoebe told her.
Phoebe closed the book and went downstairs to get a mop and a bucket of water. When she came back up, she threw the water on the puddle of blood on the attic floor. As she was moping, she felt a strong magical wind blew in the attic and the book began to flip through the pages. Phoebe dropped the mop as she walked to the Book of Shadows. It was back on "the Angel of Life" page.
"The Angel of Death collects the souls but the Angel of Life tries to save the souls." Phoebe said. "But it will come to a price for one's life for another to balance the cycle of life."
"The cycle of life?" Phoebe echoed and looked up seeing the wet spot where Chris's blood was. "Oh no. Please no."
After Chris orbed down to Paige's old room, he laid Angie on the bed and removed her shoes and socks. Chris removed his shirt and touched his chest, the wound near his heart was gone, and so were the other wounds he received from Lukas. Chris looked down at Angie and couldn't believe that she brought him back from the dead. Chris sat on the edge of the bed and carefully, brushed his finger against her cheek.
"You're so warm." Angie said her eyes still closed.
"Is that a problem?"
"The last time I touched you, you were cold." Angie opened her eyes. "Like death."
"That was because I was dead." Chris reminded her and noticed her look away from him. "What are you thinking about?"
"You…and the baby. You're going to be a great dad."
Chris smiled sadly, "No, I won't."
"What?"
"Angie you died…you were pregnant when you died." Chris said to her. "The difference now is you are actually showing the symptoms and the bump."
"So what?"
"Angie, don't you see? If you and Jamie didn't die that night, you would still be pregnant."
"And how is that a bad thing?"
"Demons kidnap magical infants to train them to be evil. If they found out –I don't want to finish that sentence."
"Chris, my entire life I have been running or fighting high powerful demons that wanted me for my powers –I am the Angel of Life." Angie said. "You also have been living that life because you are the son of a Charmed One. Our child has no choice but to live in that same path. What's the difference?"
"What's the difference?" Chris yelled as he stood off the bed. "The difference is Wyatt will keep you! If you didn't call me, Wyatt would've saved you but keep you and force you to pretend that the child is his own!"
Angie sighed as she wiped the tears escaping from her eyes, "Stop. Just stop. Can we please focus on the positive instead of the negative?"
"Angie –"Chris paused for a moment staring at her under the full moon. She was so beautiful but yet, she was crying because of what he had said to her. Chris moved to the other side of the bed and put her in his arms, feeling his heartache as she continued to cry. He held her closer, whispering her name close to her ear.
She pulled away from him and her free hand brushed against his cheek. She almost lost him to death and he already lost her to death. Chris's hands slowly fell down on her arms; her skin was like silk under his fingers. "Angel," He breathed as passion came up to him, undeniable. She was so soft…and he couldn't fight it anymore.
His lips crashed onto Angie's lips as she felt the demanding passion he was pressing on her. Their kiss was so passionate that she didn't realize that Angie was on the bed and Chris was on top of her. Chris leaned over her and looked at her face. Her long dark hair spread on the pillow like a pool and her beautiful brown eyes. As he was staring at her, Angie was also staring at her. She almost lost him to death and she wanted to memorize everything about him: his lips, his cheeks, his chest, his eyes…she put her arms around his neck and Chris felt his heart beat with joy.
"I love you," She breathed as his kissed led down to her neck.
"You are my only love." Chris said to her as he kissed her again.
The moon watched as Angie nestled against Chris, listening to his heartbeat. He was alive and that was all the matters.