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THIS IS CHRIS-CROSSED THE EPISODE FROM SEASON 6 OF CHARMED. I DON'T OWN CHARMED, ETC.
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I remembered it all too well. The moment he had disappeared through that portal and out of my life. I had had enough time to kill the demon harassing me and then turn to see the light silvery-blue light coming from the closing portal fade. I had never really been able to give him a proper goodbye. I had been interrupted.
I had shimmered out then. Chris had been right about one thing. Wyatt would send his minions out to find out what had happened and where the Book of Shadows had ended up. He would know who had betrayed him. The two respected, powerful people in the world that had once stood beside him.
I had ran for my life the rest of the time I had been alone in the future. The Resistance had not been able to offer me much. They didn't want to be found by Wyatt and I didn't want to lead him to them so I had ran. I had went from one place to the next always trying to be two steps in front of the most lethal man to my existence.
I knew every step I took that he was only one step behind me. I had always known he was closing in on me. I had never let the idea of imprisonment, torture and death allude me. It had kept me going every day I had no food and had to kill Wyatt's demonic minions that did happen to find me.
I hated killing more then anything in the world and yet here I was doing it very chance I had.
Kill or be killed. My mother had told me that was the way of the world and she had made me never forget that. She had showed me the worst demons at work or for them it would be called play. She had shown me how Barbas, a fear demon, came about and used his power at his own relish. She had told me that the weaker a victim was the better the enjoyment and the easier it would be to kill them.
My mother had relished the kill more then I ever would. She was the one that had the blood thirsty nature. I had been born with too much of my father in me. She had told me that once as a child when I had had a temper tantrum since I hadn't wanted to kill a newborn baby that she had been ordered to kill.
My father had been human and she had ended up killing him like a black widow spider once he had impregnated her. All she had needed from him was the next heir of the power of the Phoenix. Once she had gotten what she had wanted she had killed him.
Sometimes she seemed sad about it. When I wasn't looking she was sad. When I did look and she knew I was trying to find the weakness in her that she oh so well wanted me to find in others she would draw away from me.
In the end, she had made me kill her. She had made her own flesh in blood stop her life in order to give me the future I was destined for.
I had told her I never wanted to kill again. Then, she had done the last thing ever imaginable. She had went to a Seer who had told her that the best way to get me to kill others like my true calling called for was for her to be killed by me.
I had resisted the thoughts that she had provoked when she had told me I was to be her murderer. In the end, I had been. She had eventually figured out what would set me off and she had used it to her advantage.
She had known I had a human friend named Karen. She had been a nice human girl. She had been everything I wasn't and everything I wished I was. My mother had let her come over for a spend the night party. At the time, I had thought she was letting me have friends and she was letting me off of the curse.
She hadn't though.
Instead, she had made me watch as she poured a deadly poison into the drink that she was to give Karen. Karen trusted my mommy and she wouldn't believe me if I told her it was poison. To her my mother was a saint. How I didn't know, but she trusted her.
My mother had come close to giving her the poison. She had told me that if I really wanted to save poor Karen I would have to stop her first because she would always kill the things I loved.
So, right before she had been able to hand the cup to Karen I had did it. Karen hadn't listened to me. I had to stop my mother. So, I had called for the athame that I knew would kill my mother the instant it went through her heart.
I had had a moment to stop her. I had had the chance to back down and to let her poison my friend and tell her that she would never turn me. I was a child. I didn't know what I could do otherwise. So, I had stabbed her in the heart with my athame.
I will never forget her face. It had had pain in it but then a strong smile had spread over her paling face as she had fallen onto the couch. Her heartbeat had riddled over my small chest as she feel bloodily over me. I had caught her and Karen had screamed bloody murder and jumped off the couch.
Karen had screamed as my mother had died in my arms.
I had cried. Blood from my hands and my tears mixed together as I cradled my mother in my arms. I loved her and I didn't want to do what she had made me do. I couldn't let her hurt people, but here she was giving her life to get me to understand that this "gift" was mine and mine alone.
"Mommy?" I cried out softly.
"Hush, Bianca. I needed you to understand and now you do. Now, you will face the fortune you were handed.." my mother told me.
She touched my long dark brown hair and spoke so softly that I could barely hear her over the screams of Karen, "You look so like your father."
She died in my arms. The tears faded as her heart stopped. I looked at her and closed her blue eyes.
I was insanely calm then. I knew what I needed to do. I knew she had given me my future. I had looked up at Karen who was so scared, so surprised, and so unfortunate. I got up off the couch then with my athame in my hand as she cried.
"Bianca, why?" she asked in a whisper as she looked at my mommy.
I looked back at my mommy knowing that Karen wouldn't be going anywhere. Then, I turned back to her with hard glittering eyes. She was the reason my mother was dead. I had preserved her unnecessary life to kill my own mother who had given birth to me.
I took the athame and shoved it as hard as I could into Karen's stomach. Karen's baby blue eyes bulged in their sockets as she gaped at me. I let her drop away from the knife. She dropped to the floor like a dying fly. I stood over her looking at the whole scene as if it were only a play I was playing in.
My mother had only lied to me about one thing in my whole life. It did hurt when you murdered someone. No matter what you always felt something horrible.
I had been seven years old and a murderer. Not many kids could have that resume. Most kids had a few grades of school in, a few thousand finger paintings, and a swing set in their backyard. I had two murders, the training for a natural born killer, and one drawing of my mommy.
I deserved death. I knew this. I didn't want to receive it from Wyatt though. He was a man I could respect for power and hate because of my own fear of extinction. Chris was no longer there to combine strength with. I had been alone. I had been alone in a world that Wyatt controlled.
In three months, I had been to nearly 70 different homes, I had killed 50 of Wyatt's men and I had survived on my own.
It wasn't an easy feet either. It had been winter and because of all the weird power bouts from Wyatt the whole region had weird weather problems. Winter, instead of being chilly, now held the blizzards that struck at a moments notice. Winter was a hard time to be on the run from a deadly tyrant. Not only were you watching your back, killing assassins sent to bring you home or destroy you, but you had to deal with the weather.
It wasn't easy. Especially, when half of the places I survived living in had been old abandoned run down heater less homes.
On the anniversary of the day that Chris and I had betrayed Wyatt, I had woken up to a probe in front of my face.
I had instantly thrown it against the wall. I didn't know if it had time to transmit or not I had been so groggy and sick feeling that morning. Then, I had went and packed the small amount of food and clothing I had brought with me.
I had sensed him the minute he had arrived.
I had went through the alley of the building I had been hiding in and then I had hit the street. Abandoned cars were there that had been abandoned since forever ago when Wyatt had decided they weren't needed. I had seen three probes on the way to the street and had broken each one. I had then hid in a car so I could have a moments peace.
Wyatt had been there though. He had blinked right into the car with me. Somehow he had found me. When I had seen him coming I had tried to get out of the car. The handle had frozen though and so I had tried to climb through the window, but he had grabbed my leg and thrust me back inside. Incidentally I had banged my head hard on the window as I came flying back into the cars imprisonment with him.
There I had felt blood coming from a gash. There I had been so dizzy I had barely known what to do.
Wyatt had come close to me. He had wrapped an arm around my shoulders to bring me close to him and the other hand he used to touch the bloody gash.
"You should have stayed where you were, Bianca." he told me.
I only looked at him. "How did you find me?"
"It wasn't hard. I have probes and spies everywhere. I have only been watching you for the past week to see if I could find the Resistance. Tell me, Bianca, you wouldn't happen to know personally where they are?"
"Why would I tell you even if I knew."
"To save your life." he informed me raising his eyebrows and smiling at me, "Unless, of course, you want to show me a few of those tricks you used to get Chris to fall in love with you. I wouldn't mind a few of those around now. How about it, Bianca? I already pay you for your services you might as well be my whore"
I pushed at him to get his vile self away from me but he crushed my hands in his in return to my feeble attempts. "I have a need for you or otherwise you would be dead."
"Oh, really. And what would that be?" I'd asked angrily through my teeth.
"I think you know as well as I do why you are still alive." he said to me as he crunched my hands harder in his. "I won't kill you even though you deserve far worse then death after betraying me. I think my brother poisoned your mind against me by making you believe his old morality morass. I won't kill you now if you choose to join me again."
"I won't help you."
"Pity. Because if you don't then I will send someone else after him and that person will bring him back. And we both know that some bounty hunters don't understand the whole principle of dead or alive as long as they have their target with them."
I had known what Wyatt meant. I knew what would happen if someone else went in my place it would mean Chris's death. So I had agreed. I hadn't known then that he would make sure I would bring Chris back. I hadn't known then that he had had torture in mind for me while he planned the mission I would undertake to come to the past.
"You belong to me Bianca. You always have and you always will." Wyatt told me softly as I stared ahead into the distance of my own personal hell.
I hadn't known the worst then. Wyatt had known and he had taken full advantage of his position of power over me.
The sounds of orbs came into my earshot as I looked up from where I had been hiding behind the statue. I saw Chris slowly come into sight through the white and blue orbs.
He was here now. He was sick looking. Death looked like it was paying him a visit.
He was gasping for air and clutching the white stone bench for dear life as I came out from behind the statue to show him I was where he had expected me to be. I wasn't about to mess around and play games now. I had a time limit and it was getting cut a bit short right now.
I placed my hands on my hips. Otherwise, I might have used them to hold onto him while I tried to explain to him the reason he had to come with me to the future to his very brother without any of his active powers. While, I tried to let him know I loved him and that I hadn't really betrayed him I just had had no other choice.
"You really shouldn't try to orb anymore, you know. It could kill you." I warned him as I found strength that I had barely thought I had left.
"Is that what you want?" he asked looking at me.
The comment stung but I wouldn't let him see it. So I circled him as I spoke, "If that's what I wanted you'd already be dead. All I want is to bring you back."
"How'd you know I'd be here?"
I circled him again, "Same reason you'd know I'd be waiting. This is still our spot, isn't it?" I asked as I ended my circling of him to see his pained face.
"No" Chris replied. "This is what we had hoped it would be. This is what we were trying to preserve for our future. Do you remember?"
Of course I remember. I remember a lot of things, Chris.
I remember the first time I met you and the last glimpse I had of you when you left me in the future. I remember the way your eyes turn a soft bluish color when you tell me you love me and when your angry they turn emerald. I remember what we wanted for our own family as well as the world and now I can only think that we were mere fools to believe it would come true.
Nothing had changed and nothing ever would. We might as well accept it now and try to save our own lives in the future.
"We were naïve to think we could do anything to stop him."
Chris shook his head in denial, "You don't believe that. Or at least you didn't."
"Well, I do now." I informed him firmly.
"What happened to you, Bianca? How did he turn you?"
How do you think Chris?
Did you ever think about me while you were gone?
Did you ever wonder how I would get by in that hell that he ran?
I was there all alone in that hell and the whole time I was running for my life. I didn't get to live with the family I lost and try to redeveloped my nice cozy little relationship with them or see the beautiful, peaceful world of today. I had to run for my life. I had no allies. Wyatt was after me the whole time. I had been alone and afraid and paralyzed because I hadn't known what to do.
You got to come here into this luxury and I had stayed behind. I knew it was the only way to get you here safely and have the plan work, but when you left I was stuck there. I knew it would be hard but I hadn't expected it to end like this.
You don't even realize it all. You don't even know how it was to be there knowing and seeing the things I did. You don't know how it was for me to wait to see you again hoping to see you again. I didn't even know if I ever would see you again. After awhile, after the time it took that you never came back to me I started to lose hope. I expected this to take awhile, but you took nearly forever.
I am strong. You know that but running for your life in a world completely devoid of goodness run by your brother. You knew he would be after me. You knew he would hound me and you let me stay there. I could understand that because I didn't go with you. You could have hurried though.
You were gone for over two years.
You knew whether you want to admit it or not that he would find me sooner or later. So, why didn't you do something about it?
I was...
He tortured me . He threatened your life. He threatened mine if I didn't do what he wanted.
But it's not important. Right now, I need to save you and take you back before someone else comes that won't be as nice to you as I am. Someone else will come and then all that will be left to go back to the future will be a dead body.
Why can't you see that?
I placed my knee on the bench and leaned on it resting my elbows on it as I said to Chris, "That's not important. What is important is I was interrupted in stripping you of your powers. And if I don't finish what I started you'll die soon. Think of it as an infection, and I'm the only one with the antidote."
"Here or there I am dead anyways." Chris told me.
Did he actually think I would come here after him if I hadn't already have been assured of his protection? Did he not realize that I did care about him and I didn't want him dead? I hadn't killed him when I had come before if Wyatt had wanted him dead Chris would be dead by now. Wyatt only wanted him back in the future so he couldn't harm anymore of the past then he already had.
I stood back up and placed my hands on my hips as I informed him, "No. He gave me his word he wouldn't hurt you. Please, Chris. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
Even to my own ears at the time I had thought Wyatt's promise had been a hollow set of words. Chris hated me for what I was doing to him. I had sent him here to save the future and he was probably so close to doing it and that's why Wyatt was being so persistent now to get him. So, I knew that he had to be so angry with me for changing sides so late in the game.
I was here on Wyatt's side telling him to let it all go and come back to the hellhole that was the future. I was telling him everything would be A okay when it wouldn't and he and I both knew that. I just had faith that Wyatt would keep his promise.
I knew that sooner or later I would win this battle. I knew that Chris would come with me because I was more specialized in this field of getting what I wanted because I was powerful enough to do it.
Once I finished stripping his powers he wouldn't even have a choice. He would be useless to this world and baby Wyatt without his powers. He and I both knew that.
I was the end of Chris's hope.
I was death to his hope. But I had to take him back to the future. With me he had the chance of life. With any other bounty hunter death was implied. I knew that once I took his powers he would be defenseless to Wyatt. It had been what Wyatt wanted. So, I had to do this as part of the plan. I didn't want to take his powers but there was no other way.
Maybe, without his powers Wyatt wouldn't hurt him. Maybe, he would think of him as being weak and he would just let him go. I knew this probably wouldn't happen the way I wanted it to. I had to have some kind of hope this could be resolved without anyone dying.
Chris looked in front of himself at the beautiful park around us. He never looked at me or answered me. He took in a deep breath as he looked in front of us. Tears were evident in his eyes. I had hurt him. Well, in my defense, the future had destroyed me so we were even.
I waited for him to do something. I wanted him to say something. I wanted to tell him what had happened and why he had to come with me but I couldn't speak. I could only look at him and see the person I loved so much who was sitting right there in front of me that felt so far away.
I had betrayed him. Wyatt had control of me and Chris hated me for that.
There was nothing I could do. There were other circumstances Chris didn't know about. Others that could be hurt by this.
I stared at him and wished he understood but he didn't. Instead, he gave me one last glance and then orbed away. I had known in that glance what he was about to do. I had warned him it would kill him and he had still done it. I had thrown myself forward with my hand reaching for him to end his suffering but he was gone too quickly.
I was left behind there in the park alone grasping nothing but air.