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"You ready to talk, Chris?" asked Phoebe as everyone headed up to bed. She could tell that her nephew was antsy about something. He seemed...well, she couldn't really tell. It was a whole mix of emotion, from happiness to betrayal.
"Actually, I'm kinda tired, Aunt Phoebe."
"They know?" Bianca gasped in the next room. Nobody heard her, of course. She made sure not to blow her cover and risk getting the pesky Charmed Ones on her tail before she completed her mission Wyatt sent her on.
Kill Chris. Make sure that he never gets a chance to claim the baby that would rightfully be her own.
"Those stupid messengers," she thought to herself. "Prue, trying to meddle like that. I'm lucky that I was able to stop her in time, before she could warn Chris I was coming...The bad part is that now he knows about the baby. He knows about our daughter." Bianca grinned slyly, however, remembering how she so cunningly stopped Prue and shape-shifted into her with the baby's powers. Chris didn't see...after all, it was dark from the power outage.
"Chris, you can't put this off forever," said Phoebe.
"I know...just not tonight."
"Chris..."
"Phoebe, I really don't want to talk about it."
"Okay...try to get some rest. Tomorrow night for sure!" she cried indignantly, headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Tomorrow," Chris mumbled, curling up on the couch. He fell asleep instantly.
Bianca's grin widened. Yes, this wasn't the first time that Wyatt had sent her to kill Chris, but this time it was different. Last time she was fifteen, barely a woman, and scared beyond her wildest dreams. Her conscience—Ha! How worthless it was!—had stopped her from murdering him, along with her petty love for the weakling. And after all that, the fool Gideon had gotten to him first.
This time she wouldn't fail. There was no conscience. No love. Only love and devotion to Wyatt, and all they could fight for to bring the world under their control...
So why the hell was she still standing over his bed? Why couldn't she stab?
Just nervous, she thought. Normally killing came so naturally—demon attack, the rage bubbling in her veins—she'd attack right back.
But Chris was so defenseless. He wouldn't even see it coming. What kind of triumph was it to kill an unsuspecting man that never had a chance to put up a fight?
"I trust you, Bianca." Wyatt's voice lingered in her mind. "Don't screw it up this time. Do it for our family."
"For our family," she whispered, repeating his words as if they justified her crime. She couldn't help but add, "I'm sorry, Chris."
She held up the dagger, so engaged in her task that she didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs. She swung, and—froze.
"Chris!" Piper screamed.
Chris jolted up in surprise, face inches away from the blade. He gasped when Piper turned on the lights. "Bianca! How could she?"
"I thought she was dead!" Piper exclaimed in anger. "PHOEBE! PAIGE! GET DOWN HERE!" She looked at Bianca in disgust. "Why is she frozen?"
"Because Wyatt brought her back to life as a filthy demon like himself," he snarled in hatred. "Prue told me in a dream."
"What—?" Phoebe and Paige gawked at the scene and finally Phoebe held her head in her hands.
"Chris, why the hell are you so angry?!"
"She's evil," Piper explained, "Wyatt brought her back and made her evil. She was trying to kill Chris, if you didn't notice the athame!"
Phoebe leaned sideways and saw the weapon. "Oh my god, she tried to kill you again? She's supposed to be dead..." They saw Bianca's baby just starting to show.
"It's my baby," Chris said softly. "But Wyatt thinks it's his." His face turned to one of anger. "I can't believe her! She knows it's not his baby, she knows what we fought for, something inside of her has to know that she's wrong!" He leapt off the couch, narrowly avoiding the knife in his carelessness. "I'll kill him when I get back there!"
"You're not going back," said Piper firmly. "We're going to vanquish Bianca."
"No we're not!" Phoebe cried, "That's Chris' baby! We can't vanquish an innocent!"
"Oh yes we can—" Piper cut in.
"Piper, do you really—"
"STOP IT!" Chris interrupted them. "I don't care about Bianca. I do care about the baby, though. And we can't vanquish her...maybe we can turn her back."
"It won't be as easy as it was last time—she's not as young as she was then!" Paige couldn't help but snap. She instantly regretted her words when Chris winced in pain, remembering the last time she'd turned.
"Unfreeze her," he ordered.
"What?!"
"Just do it!"
Piper obeyed and flicked her wrist, ready to attack if she had to.
"Don't do it, Bianca," said Chris.
Bianca gasped in shock. Suddenly the lights had turned on and all three sisters swarmed around her, including Chris. "How'd you? Oh, never mind!"
"Why were you trying to kill me?" Chris demanded, refusing to look down at her stomach.
"You can't have her!" Bianca screamed. "I can't let you have our daughter, she's mine—mine and Wyatt's!"
"That baby isn't Wyatt's and you know it," Chris growled, infuriated. "He's poisoned your mind, Bianca! He's turned you back to the dark side again and again...I don't trust you anymore! I hate you!"
All three sisters plus Bianca were silenced in shock at these words.
"You're destroying the future piece by piece, everything we ever fought for! I don't damn care if you're stubborn enough to believe that that baby is Wyatt's, I don't care if I never get to see the baby, but I do care about this: that that baby gets a future and a father she deserves. Wyatt will make sure that she never gets that!"
Bianca didn't say anything, but a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Leave," said Chris, cold and uncaring. Everybody was surprised to see him so bitter. "Go to the damn future of hell, raise our daughter how ever you like—just don't interfere with what I'm doing. For all of our sakes, including all the innocents and family that he killed! Or have you forgotten?! Maybe you just didn't care about the people that loved you unconditionally and accepted you in the Halliwell family, hm? Is that it?!"
"Shut up!" Bianca cried. "Just shut up!"
"I won't 'shut up' until I see you leave through that portal and SWEAR to me that you'll never come back."
"I'm not leaving," said Bianca through her tears. "I'm not leaving until I kill you."
"Then go ahead, kill me," Chris challenged. "You kill me, and there is no future. You kill me and our daughter won't have a father she can look up to. You kill me...and there will be no one to stop you from destroying yourself."
Bianca gulped at those last words. "If you change our future, the baby will be gone," she choked. "She will have never existed because we wouldn't have met. It wasn't Piper that killed my mother—it was Wyatt. If Wyatt turns good, the baby won't..."
"If you really did love me, that baby would exist, future changed or not. Soul mates always find each other again if they're truly in love. If you so fear that the baby will disappear, then you're doubting all that helped that baby be created." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "So, what'll it be? Walk through that portal and never come back, or wait for us to vanquish you?"
Bianca shimmered away.
"Don't look for me. If you love me you'll stay away," said Chris menacingly, orbing out of the living room.
"You ready to talk, Chris?" asked Phoebe as everyone headed up to bed. She could tell that her nephew was antsy about something. He seemed...well, she couldn't really tell. It was a whole mix of emotion, from happiness to betrayal.
"Actually, I'm kinda tired, Aunt Phoebe."
"They know?" Bianca gasped in the next room. Nobody heard her, of course. She made sure not to blow her cover and risk getting the pesky Charmed Ones on her tail before she completed her mission Wyatt sent her on.
Kill Chris. Make sure that he never gets a chance to claim the baby that would rightfully be her own.
"Those stupid messengers," she thought to herself. "Prue, trying to meddle like that. I'm lucky that I was able to stop her in time, before she could warn Chris I was coming...The bad part is that now he knows about the baby. He knows about our daughter." Bianca grinned slyly, however, remembering how she so cunningly stopped Prue and shape-shifted into her with the baby's powers. Chris didn't see...after all, it was dark from the power outage.
"Chris, you can't put this off forever," said Phoebe.
"I know...just not tonight."
"Chris..."
"Phoebe, I really don't want to talk about it."
"Okay...try to get some rest. Tomorrow night for sure!" she cried indignantly, headed up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Tomorrow," Chris mumbled, curling up on the couch. He fell asleep instantly.
Bianca's grin widened. Yes, this wasn't the first time that Wyatt had sent her to kill Chris, but this time it was different. Last time she was fifteen, barely a woman, and scared beyond her wildest dreams. Her conscience—Ha! How worthless it was!—had stopped her from murdering him, along with her petty love for the weakling. And after all that, the fool Gideon had gotten to him first.
This time she wouldn't fail. There was no conscience. No love. Only love and devotion to Wyatt, and all they could fight for to bring the world under their control...
So why the hell was she still standing over his bed? Why couldn't she stab?
Just nervous, she thought. Normally killing came so naturally—demon attack, the rage bubbling in her veins—she'd attack right back.
But Chris was so defenseless. He wouldn't even see it coming. What kind of triumph was it to kill an unsuspecting man that never had a chance to put up a fight?
"I trust you, Bianca." Wyatt's voice lingered in her mind. "Don't screw it up this time. Do it for our family."
"For our family," she whispered, repeating his words as if they justified her crime. She couldn't help but add, "I'm sorry, Chris."
She held up the dagger, so engaged in her task that she didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs. She swung, and—froze.
"Chris!" Piper screamed.
Chris jolted up in surprise, face inches away from the blade. He gasped when Piper turned on the lights. "Bianca! How could she?"
"I thought she was dead!" Piper exclaimed in anger. "PHOEBE! PAIGE! GET DOWN HERE!" She looked at Bianca in disgust. "Why is she frozen?"
"Because Wyatt brought her back to life as a filthy demon like himself," he snarled in hatred. "Prue told me in a dream."
"What—?" Phoebe and Paige gawked at the scene and finally Phoebe held her head in her hands.
"Chris, why the hell are you so angry?!"
"She's evil," Piper explained, "Wyatt brought her back and made her evil. She was trying to kill Chris, if you didn't notice the athame!"
Phoebe leaned sideways and saw the weapon. "Oh my god, she tried to kill you again? She's supposed to be dead..." They saw Bianca's baby just starting to show.
"It's my baby," Chris said softly. "But Wyatt thinks it's his." His face turned to one of anger. "I can't believe her! She knows it's not his baby, she knows what we fought for, something inside of her has to know that she's wrong!" He leapt off the couch, narrowly avoiding the knife in his carelessness. "I'll kill him when I get back there!"
"You're not going back," said Piper firmly. "We're going to vanquish Bianca."
"No we're not!" Phoebe cried, "That's Chris' baby! We can't vanquish an innocent!"
"Oh yes we can—" Piper cut in.
"Piper, do you really—"
"STOP IT!" Chris interrupted them. "I don't care about Bianca. I do care about the baby, though. And we can't vanquish her...maybe we can turn her back."
"It won't be as easy as it was last time—she's not as young as she was then!" Paige couldn't help but snap. She instantly regretted her words when Chris winced in pain, remembering the last time she'd turned.
"Unfreeze her," he ordered.
"What?!"
"Just do it!"
Piper obeyed and flicked her wrist, ready to attack if she had to.
"Don't do it, Bianca," said Chris.
Bianca gasped in shock. Suddenly the lights had turned on and all three sisters swarmed around her, including Chris. "How'd you? Oh, never mind!"
"Why were you trying to kill me?" Chris demanded, refusing to look down at her stomach.
"You can't have her!" Bianca screamed. "I can't let you have our daughter, she's mine—mine and Wyatt's!"
"That baby isn't Wyatt's and you know it," Chris growled, infuriated. "He's poisoned your mind, Bianca! He's turned you back to the dark side again and again...I don't trust you anymore! I hate you!"
All three sisters plus Bianca were silenced in shock at these words.
"You're destroying the future piece by piece, everything we ever fought for! I don't damn care if you're stubborn enough to believe that that baby is Wyatt's, I don't care if I never get to see the baby, but I do care about this: that that baby gets a future and a father she deserves. Wyatt will make sure that she never gets that!"
Bianca didn't say anything, but a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Leave," said Chris, cold and uncaring. Everybody was surprised to see him so bitter. "Go to the damn future of hell, raise our daughter how ever you like—just don't interfere with what I'm doing. For all of our sakes, including all the innocents and family that he killed! Or have you forgotten?! Maybe you just didn't care about the people that loved you unconditionally and accepted you in the Halliwell family, hm? Is that it?!"
"Shut up!" Bianca cried. "Just shut up!"
"I won't 'shut up' until I see you leave through that portal and SWEAR to me that you'll never come back."
"I'm not leaving," said Bianca through her tears. "I'm not leaving until I kill you."
"Then go ahead, kill me," Chris challenged. "You kill me, and there is no future. You kill me and our daughter won't have a father she can look up to. You kill me...and there will be no one to stop you from destroying yourself."
Bianca gulped at those last words. "If you change our future, the baby will be gone," she choked. "She will have never existed because we wouldn't have met. It wasn't Piper that killed my mother—it was Wyatt. If Wyatt turns good, the baby won't..."
"If you really did love me, that baby would exist, future changed or not. Soul mates always find each other again if they're truly in love. If you so fear that the baby will disappear, then you're doubting all that helped that baby be created." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "So, what'll it be? Walk through that portal and never come back, or wait for us to vanquish you?"
Bianca shimmered away.
"Don't look for me. If you love me you'll stay away," said Chris menacingly, orbing out of the living room.