A/N: Hey I'm sure you guys thought I had forgot about this story, don't worry I haven't, sorry this took me well...forever, there is a long list of reasons as to why this long me so long but I'm sure you don't want to hear them, or read them, you know what I mean. But now since the stress of waiting for my exam results to come is finally over I got some inspiration.
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And on with the story...
Chapter 5 – Angry
Instead of wishing that it would get better, man you're seeing that you just get angrier.
Chris nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot, staring intently at his trainers. He was surprising awake for four o'clock in the morning, this could be due to the fact that he had slept most of the day, or it could because of the amount of alcohol he had consumed earlier, which the effects were now wearing off.
Chris stood on the porch of his grandpa's house in San Francisco, and on his left stood Darryl Morris. The last two hours Darryl had been trying to get Chris out of custody, and as this wasn't the first time Chris had been arrested, the police were getting rather annoyed making the job harder for Darryl.
Darryl leaned forward and once again rang the doorbell, from the other side of the door a muffled "Hold on a sec," could be heard.
A very tired looking Victor in his dressing gown opened the door, and let out a heavy sigh when he saw who was standing in front of him.
"Victor, sorry it's so late." Darryl apologized.
"Its ok, come on in." Victor replied as he stepped to the side to let his late night visitors in.
"I better not, I have to get back, still on duty. It took me a while but I managed to get him off with a warning, and Victor you have to talk some sense in him because he doesn't listen to me."
As if to prove his point Chris pushed past his grandpa and walked into the house without so much as a thank you to Darryl.
"I'm sorry, he's going through a rough patch you know." Victor said.
"I know but if he gets arrested again he gunna end up in juvy and then I won't be able to help him."
"You've done more than enough, don't worry I'll talk to him." Victor said.
"Night." Darryl replied as he turned and headed back to his car.
Chris walked through the hall to the kitchen, Victor's house was fairly small but still Chris knew it like the back of his hand, having spent many years here, when he was younger Piper would send him over to his grandpa's whenever a demon was attacking.
"Chris?" Victor called as he followed Chris into the kitchen.
Chris pulled out a carton of milk from the fridge and took a gulp before addressing his grandfather.
"Darryl already gave me the you-are-a-disappointment speech, so I don't need to hear it again."
"Well I think you do since it hasn't sunken in yet." Victor said, his tone disapproving.
"I'm tired so I'm going to go to sleep." Chris said as he put the milk back in the fridge, and brushed passed Victor and headed up the stairs.
"Chris get back here now!" Victor shouted after him.
Chris stopped dead in his tracks, it was only on rare occasions that Victor lost his temper and Chris knew not to cross him when his grandpa was in this mood.
He slowly turned around and looked at Victor, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"This is the fourteenth time you've been arrested and by god we are going to talk about." Victor said sternly.
Chris slowly sank down and sat on the top stair, placing his head in his hands.
"Darryl can't keep putting his job on the line just to get you out of the trouble..."
"It wasn't my fault!" Chris insisted, but the look Victor was giving he knew that he didn't believe him. "Really!"
"Yeah like the times when you got arrested for drunken and disorderly, or the time you got caught breaking into the docks, or when you broke into the hardware store or..."
"I'm serious, some old lady called the cops because I was disturbing the peace!" Chris cut in.
"But why exactly were you disturbing the peace?" Victor asked, Chris knew he was just assuming he had gotten drunk again and caused a scene.
"Well demons tend to scream when you vanquish them." Chris replied sarcastically.
"God Chris you are too young to go chasing after all these demons."
"I can take care of my self!" Chris retorted. "I'm fifteen!"
"Not for another week." Victor corrected
Chris couldn't argue with that, his birthday was next Tuesday, not that was bringing warm fuzzy feelings, all he cared about was being a year older.
"You are going to get yourself killed, is that what you want?" Victor asked.
"Of course not." Chris sot back, giving Victor a look that of disgust.
"Funny doesn't look that way to me." Victor replied.
"Don't you get why I'm doing this?" Chris shouted. "I'm trying to find the son of bitch that killed them!"
Victor let out a sigh, Chris knew exactly what his grandpa was thinking because ever since the funeral Chris had completely shut himself off from the family, well there wasn't much family left now.
Charlie, Paige's husband was originally from New York but had moved to San Francisco to be with her. They had never had children, as Charlie had been in a car accident when he was younger that had left him sterile, they had always talked about adoption but had never seemed to get round to it. But now she was gone and he had nothing left so he had moved back to the city.
Phoebe had never found love again, she had gone through a string of boyfriends all leaving her feeling empty inside, one day she had declared she had had enough, that she wasn't going to wait around any longer for Mr. Right and had gone to a sperm bank, hence little Prue was born. When she was about three years old she was diagnosed with leukemia, Phoebe had tried everything, magic and medicine but nothing had worked and shortly after her fifth birthday she had died. Phoebe had never gotten over it.
Now with Piper, Phoebe and Paige gone, Charlie back to the city, and well Leo never had been around anyway and Victor didn't think that was about to change anytime soon, all that was left was Victor and his two grandsons Wyatt and Chris.
After the funeral Chris had taken off and gone on some revenge course, the only time Victor got to see him was when he got arrested, and by morning Chris was always gone. He also refused to take the antidote so Wyatt couldn't find him either, he had moved in with Victor as he was his only guardian.
"Chris I'm only saying this because I care, you know that right?" Victor asked as he sat down on the stairs beside Chris.
"Yeah." Chris whispered back, partly ashamed of his outburst, he had been trying to hard to keep his emotions in check.
Chris hadn't been able to go back to the manor since the night they had died, he had found a hostel in the city and stayed there but being young he couldn't get a job and had resulted in stealing to get money to survive on.
"I'm just worried about you, and I just want you to come home." Victor said softly.
"I can't, I just need some time..."
"Chris it's been six months." Victor said cutting Chris off. "And the only time I get to see you is when you are escorted home by the police."
Chris gave Victor the look that said "so", but Victor plodded on since it could be weeks until he saw Chris again.
"I understand you wanting to find their killer, so do I, but you don't have to live...god I don't even know where you're living." Victor said shaking his head. "There a room here Chris, and I know your brother wants to see you, he's been getting worse..."
Chris snapped his gaze over to Victor at the mention of his brother, the last few times he had been talking to his grandpa he kept saying about how Wyatt had changed. How he spent hours in his bedroom or god knows where, how he hardly spoke to Victor and how he got angry and violent so easily without warning and that he had become cold and uncaring. Chris hadn't seen Wyatt in about a month but he couldn't image his grandpa's words being true, Wyatt was always the perfect one never did anything wrong, especially in Leo's eyes. It just didn't sound like Wyatt, but then again he wasn't exactly acting like himself either
Chris jerked out of his thoughts as he realised Victor was still talking.
"...I'm just trying to help, but I could be making it worse and your father won't listen to me, keeps saying Wyatt will get over it soon enough, and every time I mention you he says 'he made his choice, let him deal with it.' But Chris I'm here for you if you need me, you know that don't you?"
Chris nodded, so like his father to ignore the problem, but he wasn't going to get worked up about his non-existent father now, he had enough on his plate at the moment.
"Thanks grandpa, but I think I'm going to crash cause I'm exhausted." Chris said as he faked a yawn, he wasn't in the least bit tired but he just wanted to be alone.
Victor sighed, that sigh that meant he knew he was defeated and also was fairly tired himself. "Ok night Chris." Victor said as he walked into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Chris slowly pushed himself to his feet and headed to his room, once inside he sank onto the bed staring out the window and the bleakness outside, it mirrored how he felt. Even though Chris wasn't tired within minutes he was asleep.
The sun shone bright the next day as Chris wandered around Golden Gate Park, he had woken as soon as dawn had broke, he had grabbed a few clean t-shirts out of the wardrobe and found the usual wade of money on the desk. Victor left money because he preferred that Chris took it from him rather than steal it, Chris didn't care, now he had a good night sleep and a couple hundred buck to tide him over.
The demon he had killed last night had been as useless as the one the night before and brought him no closer to Draken. Over a month ago he had managed to squeeze out of a simple lower-level demon that the demon with eye's like snakes and a regenerating army was know as Draken, but that was as much information as he had got.
Chris refused to step foot in the manor since their deaths, the house now lay empty and although Chris could do with looking at the Book of Shadows he still couldn't bring himself to go to the manor, with all of their things still there, almost as if they had never left.
Chris was determined and still vowed to his word, that if it was the last thing he ever did he would make Draken play for what he had done to his family, and that exactly what he was going to do. He would eventually find some demon that could lead him to Draken then he would kill him in the most painful way imaginable, maybe then he would be able to move on, fill the gaping whole that still resided inside of him. Until that day Chris would keep searching.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chris was now aimlessly wandering around the back streets of San Francisco with a bottle of beer in one hand, alcohol was the only thing that dulled the pain. Chris was well on his way to becoming an alcoholic at the rate he drank the stuff, because when he was drunk he could forget for a few hours, of course when he woke he was always greeted with a hangover and guilt at not thinking about his mother for so long. But for a few hours he was few from the constant ache that still hadn't left even though it had been six months.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" A voice asked behind Chris, the voice twigged something in his brain, and he recognised it immediately but when he turned around he came face to face with someone he could have sworn he had never seen before in his life.
Before Chris stood a girl, well not a girl, a woman, she looked like she was in her late teens, maybe early twenties. She had long golden brown hair and tanned skin, she was wearing a pair of dark jeans and a black jumper and eyeing Chris with curiousity.
"So." Chris replied, his stomach squirmed a little, the woman was very beautiful and she had dark chocolate brown eyes like his mother had.
The woman smirked at his reply, she then walked up to Chris grabbed the bottle out of his hand and took a swig before handing it back.
"Thanks, I really needed that." The voice was so familiar to Chris but he didn't recognise her at all, which confused him further.
"Have we met before?" He asked before he realised what he was saying.
She shot him a questioning glance. "Nope."
"Oh, it's just I swear I have heard your voice before." Chris confessed.
The woman looked at him spectically and then glanced at the bottle. "How many you had?"
Chris had only had two but he knew he wasn't drunk like she was implying.
"Not enough." Chris replied, which made her laugh.
Then she brushed past him and wandered down the alley.
"What's your name?" Chris called after her, he didn't really want her to leave, but at least he could get her name.
She smiled over her shoulder. "Bianca."
Before Chris could ask her anything else she disappeared around the corner.
It was strange, because Chris was left with this strange feeling in his stomach, not a bad feeling but well...Chris thought to himself not sure how to describe it, but he felt slightly better. With a smile on his face he started to walk back to the hostel.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I tried to make it a little longer since it's been so long since I have updated, so hop you liked. Please review, thanks. $