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Dealing With Death

Chapter 37: Wyatt To The Rescue

"You know, I'm surprised you never figured all this out," Dralive taunted the youn witch-Elder, "You're the one with the brains in the family, didn't you think I'd have my daughter pretend to fall for you."

Chris was now not sure who to believe. He knew demons lied, but Bianca was also part demon, she could have just as easily have lied too. He tried to use his other memories, to find out what had happened with her father in that timeline, but it was no use, she had not known him in that future.

"What do you want?" Chris asked, looking towards Melinda, who was still unconscious.

"I want power," Dralive stated as he crouched to Chris' level, "And I'm going to use your offspring to get it."

"It'll never work," Chris sneered, "I'll never let my child grow up evil." He felt himself being backhanded by the demon, and spit out the blood running from the side of his cheek.

"I don't need it to be evil, I just need it's powers," Dralive smirked, as one of the demons soaked up Chris' blood that was on the floor and put it into a cauldron, "And I now have your blood to do it. Bring her out."

The two demons that had shimmered Bianca in went to the cage. One waved his arm, to deactivate it's magically bond and opened the door, while the other grabbed the Phoenix with force, and pulled her from the cage. The Phoenix assassin screamed and kicked as she was pulled from the cage towards her father. She could see him conjure an athame, and her hazel eyes grew wide.

"No, let me go, you won't hurt my baby…" Bianca screamed, looking Chris for help, but there was nothing he could do, and nothing he would do to help her at the moment.

"I'm not going to hurt the baby," Dralive smiled, "Yet."

"Correction," a voice called out to the demon, "You're not going to hurt the baby, ever."

Chris looked up, he knew that voice, but they had just said that he was dead. But then, when was he to trust demons? They all lied. He watched as his brother held his hands out, sending a telekinetic blast through the air, vanquishing most of the demons in sight, all except Bianca's father, he was just thrown backwards, along with Bianca.

"Not exactly what I wanted, but it'll do." Wyatt stated as he stepped towards the demon and formed an energy ball.

"I don't like it when demons kidnap my family," Wyatt told the demon, "Especially when that demon sends a darklighter after me with an arrow that can only be healed by an Elder. I've been hit with one of those before, it hurts, and now my whitelighter's laying up with one."

The 19-year-old witch-Elder looked slightly shocked, so that was how Wyatt was here, otherwise he would have been the one in the manor with the poisonous arrow through him.

Wyatt threw the energy ball at the demon, connecting with the demon's chest, but that did not stop Dralive from getting up and throwing an energy ball at the Twice Blessed.

As the battle between the Twice Blessed and Dralive continued, Chris could see Bianca laying on the ground. She had crashed into some crates that were in the warehouse, and now she was not moving. He needed to get out of these chains, but how. He could not orb out of them, they were magically protected from that, he really had to think, were they magically protected from a spell?

'Release me now from the chains that bind,

Let me help my girlfriend and child.'

He felt the chains around him, loosen and fall from his wrists, giving him the chance to get to the body of his girlfriend. That was when he realised why she was not moving. She was laid on the crates with part of a broken one sticking through her back and out of her stomach.

"No, no, no…" Chris called out, as he ran his hands through her hair, taking her hand.

"Haven't we been here before?" The dying Phoenix whispered in pain, while a 22-year-old Chris ran his hand through her hair. The half whitelighter tried to hold back his tears as he spoke to her.

"Maybe we will be again." He nodded, hoping that things would work out for them once he changed the future.

"Maybe." Bianca winced in pain, trying desperately for her eyes not to close. As Chris began to cry, he felt Bianca's hand touch his, he looked down to see him handing her engagement ring back to her fiancé.

"If you can finish what you started…" She tried to look into his sea green eyes, but they were closed with tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. As she heard the evil Wyatt groan, he eyes grew wide, "Hurry. Take the spell so he can't send anyone else. Go."

Her eyes were lifeless now, he had been in the chains too long. He never got to her in time. His lover and his baby were both dead, all at the hands of the Phoenix's father. He turned around, to see Wyatt still battling with him.

"Wyatt, get Melinda and get out of here," Chris shouted, the two that were battling looked at him. Chris looked at his brother, with anger pulsing through his veins, "Get her out of here, NOW!"

"Bianca?" Wyatt asked, but really he knew he did not have to. He could see the tears forming in his baby brother's eyes.

"She's dead. Get Melinda out of here."

The 19-year-old Chris Halliwell turned to the demon and threw him telekinetically into a wall, "I'm going to make your death so painful, you'll be asking me to send you to the Wasteland." He threw Dralive again into another wall and then shot a short Elder-bolt at him, just enough to injure him, weaken him so he could have fun.

Wyatt watched as his baby brother used his fury for Bianca's death to defeat the enemy. He had just managed to get his sister out of the chains that held her unconscious body to the wall, as Dralive was thrown into a wall near them. The Twice Blessed looked at his brother helpless, as he orbed himself and his sister out of there, leaving Chris to his rage.

A strong wind began to blow against the doors of the warehouse, while Chris shot another Elder-bolt at his girlfriend's father. The doors swung open, from the wind, causing Dralive to look in shock, but Chris just stood, watching the demon with a smile on his face. A tornado blew into the warehouse, picking up crates and dust from the ground and then picking up Dralive, but the witch-Elder just watched. He allowed the tornado stop and let the demon's body smash into the ground, but he was still not finished.

"Not only did you kill my child," Chris stated, "But you killed my girlfriend, your daughter! And this is for her."

Chris held his hands out, Elder-beams shot from his hands, lifting Dralive into the air as he was electrocuted. The 19-year-old never letting go until he knew that the demon was vanquishing. He watched as the demon began to set on flames, whilst in the air, starting at his feet and working their way up his body. Dralive was vanquished with a blast of the flames, and Chris stood, letting his hands down, breathing heavily still trying to hold back the tears. He looked to the crates, where his Phoenix's body lay, but it was gone. Up in flames, like all demons, magic's way of covering itself up.

"You ok?" Chris heard his brother ask from behind him, but he could not answer, he could not look at him as tears ran down his face. He turned his head slightly to the side and orbed out.

Wyatt was left in the warehouse, looking at the crates where the body of the Phoenix was laid. Feeling responsible, after sending the telekinetic blast that sent her flying, he decided he needed to let of steam just like his brother had done, and disappeared to the Underworld, to vanquish any unknown demons.

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