A/N: Okay, I'm going to be flipping back and forth between POV's and I'll try to tell when but if I don't, you should understand when I do anyway.
(Chris's POV)
I sighed and checked my watch again. 6:55. Why did these family dinners have to take two freaking hours? I get that the entire family is here, both aunts, the uncle, the cousin, the parents, the brother. But come on, two hours is long enough.
"Are we that boring?" Aunt Paige asked, noticing me check my watch again.
"No, I just have some where to go."
My mother's head shot up and she looked at me, "Go where?"
I shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of nothing, "Just out, with some friends."
Her look softened, "Don't let us stop you. Go." She didn't seem angry, more like supportive. She actually wanted me to go.
"You're sure?" I asked.
She nodded, "Yes, you've been here long enough." I flashed her a smile and ran from the table. "And be back by eleven!" She yelled after me.
"I will!" I called back, shutting the front door behind me. Luckily for me the park was close enough to the manor that I was only ten minutes late. Dusk was setting in and it was hard to see but I could tell that no one was there. Great, just great. I thought. Just what I need to be duped by a bunch of people I don't know.
"Bout time you showed up. Going for the fashionable late approach are we?" Bianca stepped out of the shadows, a faint smile on her lips.
I played along, "Yeah, what of it?"
She shook her head, her smile widening, "Nothing."
I looked around, noticing there was no one else there, "Where is everybody?" A look of mischief flashed through her eyes. It was quick, there one moment, gone the next but nonetheless there. "They had things to do. It's just you and me."
"Should I be afraid?" I asked.
She laughed, "No, Damien and Athena are coming by later. I meant it's just me to welcome you into our little club."
My eyes narrowed, "What do I have to do?"
"It's simple. We all look after each other; you know cover each other's back." An atheme appeared in her hand, and slowly she dragged it across her palm, "A blood oath seals us all to each other. Blood takes care of blood."
A thousand things were screaming in my head. I had just met this girl and her friends and they want me to automatically share blood with them. I knew I shouldn't do it. I knew all the risks. I even knew that it wasn't always the case that blood took care of blood. My parents had made that painfully clear. But for some reason, like that afternoon, I couldn't say no to her. I trusted her. I trusted all of them. I wanted to be a part of their circle and actually be looked after. Silencing that little voice in the back of my head that said this was wrong, I held out my hand.
With a smile of her face, she leaned over and quickly sliced my palm open. It hurt for a split second, before the fresh blood came rising to the surface. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand, holding my open wound to hers.
(A/N: Okay, children, NEVER EVER do this at home. You could get some disease and die. And no, you wouldn't be with Chris if you died because he is not dead. He lives in the magical place called Denial with me. I say it again, DO NOT do this at home. Okay, back to the story)
She smiled again, but this time it seemed like she was a nervous school girl on her first date with the boy she liked. And maybe she was. I mean we were alone in the park, holding hands (in a sense), and I liked her. I assumed by the smile, that she liked me as well.
I was going to say something, but distant voices came to us. I looked at her, thinking maybe it was Damien and Athena. She shook her head. It wasn't them. But then, who was it? "Come on," I whispered, still holding her hand. The blood oath was already complete, but I couldn't bring myself to let go of her hand. She didn't seem to mind. Quietly we made our way over to the voices, staying low. I wasn't prepared for the shock that came when I saw who the voices belonged to.
I group of warlocks, the ones that been attacking the manor for the past three weeks, stood right in open area of the park, surrounding their leader. Their leader was my brother. It was Wyatt. The perfect Wyatt. The one who was supposed to be a great force of good was working with warlocks to destroy his own family.
"Soon, they won't be able to fend off the attacks." Wyatt said, pacing before the group.
"And how many warlocks have to die before that happens?" One warlock asked.
Wyatt stopped, and made a fist with his hand, choking the warlock, "As many as it takes." He hissed, dropping his fist and allowing the warlock breath.
Bianca looked at me, then at Wyatt and then back to me, "You know him?"
"He's my brother." I whispered.
"What the hell are you?" We heard a woman scream. I didn't see much, but I all I could see was Wyatt killing the woman. I don't know how she had wandered upon Wyatt's little gathering but she was not fortunate in doing so.
"Come on," I held her hand tighter and orbed us back to the manor. I didn't know that Wyatt had seen us and beat me back, not until I tried to warn them.
Taking the safer idea, I orbed us into the foyer which was still a mess. "Wait here." I ordered and she listened. I tried to walk away at a calm pace but my heart was racing.
"And then I saw Chris with this. He was killing an innocent," I heard what sounded like Wyatt's voice coming from the kitchen. Walking in there, I realized that it was and he had known and now tried to pass off his sins as mine.
"He's lying," I protested. Five people turned to me, none of them seemed too happy to see me.
"Chris, do you know what Wyatt just told us?" My mother asked.
I shook my head, "I don't care. He's lying." I insisted, "I didn't kill anyone."
"Then explain the blood on your hand," My father said. Grimacing, I looked down at my hand. I had forgotten to clean off the blood and now my hand was practically covered in blood. "I cut myself."
"While you were killing an innocent?" Aunt Phoebe accused. She tried to make it sound like an innocent question but it wasn't. She thought I did whatever Wyatt told them I had done. "With this?" She added, taking the atheme Wyatt held in his hand. She jumped, a premonition hitting her. Seconds later, she opened her eyes, staring at me. "He's lying, huh?"
"What did you see?" Aunt Paige asked, calmly. I could tell she was having a lot of trouble accepting this.
"I saw, Chris killing the innocent just like Wyatt said he did with this atheme." Aunt Phoebe said, holding out the atheme.
"That's crap," I said, "You can have false premonitions. It's happened before."
"Chris's right, you have had premonitions that were wrong before." Aunt Paige said in my defense, "And you have forced premonitions in the past."
"How do Phoebe's past sins make Wyatt a liar?" My father asked. He didn't believe anything I said, as always.
"What makes Chris the liar here?" Aunt Paige snapped, "Huh, Leo. Is it because Chris isn't perfect that makes him the evil force in this? Your precious Wyatt can't possibly do anything wrong?"
"Enough!" My mother snapped. Aunt Paige would've said more if my mother hadn't stopped her. Calmer, she said, "Paige, the evidence is against Chris. Phoebe's premonitions-"
Aunt Paige cut her off, "Have lied to us before and who's to say that they aren't lying now? It is possible to place a false premonition to throw us off the right track."
"Paige, I want to believe what Chris is saying but I can't. Wyatt came to us first and told us what he saw." My mother said, ignoring Aunt Paige's statement.
"What else is new?" I mumbled.
"What was that?"
"I said, what else is new? You never listen to my side of the story. It's always perfect Wyatt that's telling the truth, not the screw-up Chris." I yelled. I know I shouldn't have yelled but I couldn't help it. "For once, I'm telling the truth and you don't believe me because of that." I pointed an accusing finger at Wyatt. "Well then, fine, believe him. I don't care!" I didn't listen to what they had to say to my little outburst. I turned and left them, storming back into the foyer and a very shocked Bianca. I grabbed her hand, ready to orb.
"Chris, don't you dare leave." My father warned.
"Or what? You'll make me clean the classrooms with Aunt Paige some more? Well, I got news for ya, we don't actually clean anything. We spend the entire day at the park." I orbed out of the manor, leaving them to their perfect Wyatt who was trying to kill him. I would make them believe me. I just needed help.
(Paige's POV, overlaps just a little)
"Chris, don't you dare leave." Leo warned, following Chris into the foyer. The rest of us were close behind.
"Or what? You'll make me clean the classrooms with Aunt Paige some more? Well, I got news for ya, we don't actually clean anything. We spend the entire day at the park." And with that, Chris orbed out of the manor, with whoever that girl was.
I grimaced, my dirty little secret out.
"You what?!" Piper yelled.
Putting on a sweet smile, I turned to a very angry Piper and Leo. "We don't actually clean the classrooms. I use magic."
"What?" Piper asked, again. "Do you know that has personal gain written all over it?"
"Do you know that your son hates to clean?" I countered, "Or that his favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate chip cookie dough? Or that he would rather spend the day with me and Katie than spend five minutes with the two of you?"
Piper looked hurt but I couldn't bring myself to take back what I had said because it was the truth. Neither she or Leo said anything as they disappeared up the stairs, probably to talk over the things that had been revealed.
Phoebe turned to look at me, "Do you mean everything that you said?"
I nodded, "Every word. Chris is innocent. I know he is. He would never kill an innocent. He can barely bring himself to vanquish a demon, Phoebe, does that sound like a witch would kill an innocent?"
Phoebe sighed, "I know Paige. I know." She paused before adding, "What do we do?"
I sighed, too, "I have no idea."
A/N: I'm gonna start replying to reviews because I have the time now. Didn't so much before.
Sorry Kata, I can never seem to make a story that doesn't have Wyatt as the evil man. I'll try to make it so it's not completely him the only evil, but it'll be hard.
And cherry7up56, I'm glad you like how I change POV's all the time and yeah, I guess after years of doing the Charmed thing, the warlock vanquishes are just plain normal now. Hehe.
Queen Isa, I know what you mean, stupid Kern. He will pay for killing Chris! How did you know I was going to have Bianca and Chris see Wyatt's evilness? It's like you read my mind or have some wierd access to my computer. Hmmm.
Pink-Chamed-One, don't go insane because of me. I don't want to cause someone I know over the internet's insanity. I hear that if you're in the crazy house, you don't get acess to the internet. And that wouldn't help much would it? I will continue, just don't go insane.
Charmediscool, yep, same here, always liked Paige. I always thought of her as the one to do something like that, just say a quick spell and all your cleaning is done. Man, I wish I was a witch, no more of my mom bugging me to clean my room.
Reviews make me happy. You know what to do. And if you don't the purple button'll start talking to you. It's happened before.