Chapter 4
Wyatt Christopher Halliwell sat happily as his parents stood beside him, along with his brothers sitting to his left and right at the massively sized table. His cousins were seated a little further down from him in between his aunt and uncle. As Wyatt was serenaded by the group of family and friends he couldn't help but pick up on the tension in the air. Although everyone around him seemed happy he knew that something was wrong because his father spent long amounts of time talking to the demons that stood guard over him, his brothers and his cousins. When the man did speak he would stand with all his joints stiffened and his hands held tightly behind his back, which was the usually stance when his father was pissed off about something or if someone got a little too close to his family. That's when it hit him. While his father was giving all the kids a lecture on magic, he stopped abruptly telling him to put up his shield and protect the others. The happy birthday song interrupted the boy's thoughts. Oh well he thought to himself, everything seems to be ok now, so I'll just enjoy the rest of my day. After all it wasn't often that his Dad was able to spend the whole day with him.
"Happy Birthday Dear Wyatt, Happy Birthday to you!" everyone sang in unison. "Ok baby make a wish" his Mom whispered in his ear smiling as his father put an arm around the boy. Closing his eyes he made a wish. "Please let my family be this happy always" he said to himself as he blew out the candles earning him a roaring applause for the crowd. Looking around at all his admires as his parents passed out the cake Wyatt couldn't help but smile. For this was his perfect day with his amazing family and there was nothing that could possible go wrong.
Several hours later he was getting dressed for bed and putting all of his presents away when his parents walked in. "So how's my favorite little boy doing?" the man spoke. "Dad please, I'm practically a man" this made Wyatt Sr. laugh even though he tried hard not to. Sitting down on the bed next to the boy he brought him in to a hug and planted a kiss on the top of his head still chuckling he added "Yeah not even close son. As long as I'm alive you'll always be my little boy, whether you like it or not." "Besides" his mother now spoke "When you're an adult you don't get to have as much fun any more. So enjoy it while you can" "Of course I will Mom I mean you; Dad, Uncle Chris and Aunt Amber rule the world. I'll be able to do whatever I want and no one can stop me." This response worried both parents, especially the boy's mother who could remember hearing her husband say the exact same thing years ago when he was about his son's age. Sensing what his wife was thinking Wyatt Sr. immediately tried to set his son straight.
"Listen Wyatt just because we have control of all things does NOT mean that you can go around hurting people or destroying everything in your path. There are rules that you have to abide by and if you break any of them on my watch you will be punished worst then others because you are my son and I expect more from you. Do you understand me?" The boy looked down at his feet for a while before responding. "But Dad people always tell me how horrible you were and the bad things that you did, why should I be any different?" As angry as Wyatt was with his son for questioning him, he knew that every word that was just spoken to him was true. Pulling his some into an even tighter grip the man said "You know why you're different, because you're a lot stronger than I am. I let your grandmother's death effect me in the wrong way and I used that pain as an excuse to do the bad things that I did. But you won't be like that because not only is nothing ever going to happen to your Mom, but if anything should ever happen to either one of us, you will have the strength and courage to always to the right thing. And when in doubt imagin that you're Mom's watching you and then picture how much trouble you would be in once she got her hands on you. Because you know once she starts in there's no shutting her up…." "Hey I'm right here!" The out burst caused both father and son to violently shake with laughter. "Ok now that the two of you are done having a good laugh at my expense, it's time for you to get to bed young man" she finished as she pulled the covers over her son and kissed his forehead. "Good night sweetheart. We love you" with that the pair closed the door behind them and headed down the hall.
Less then fifteen minutes later the young child was fast asleep. Suddenly a dark figure materialized on the other side of the room. He began to walk over to the boy when his shield went up around him. "No matter" the demon spoke in a whisper. "I don't need to touch you my boy to accomplish my mission. Taking out a piece of paper from his pocket that he had used on the other two boys earlier, the intruder read from it.
Let evil pulse through the veins of the young
Through the body of the this Halliwell son
Breaking all ties with family and friends
Allowing evil to forever flow from within
Anger, hatred, rage and pain will be their delight
None of these feelings will they be able to fight.
Stepping away into the shadows he added "I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings" with that he disappeared and not a moment too soon. Wyatt Sr. could feel that something was wrong but as he walked over to his sleeping son he felt that something was a bit odd. He closed his eyes to see if he could sense anything or anyone, receiving no bad vibes the father kissed his son one more time before returning to his wife.