Chapter 5

Chris orbed back to the manor, numb with shock. He went over the events past few minutes in his head- it was all too unbelievable. He had orbed into Bianca's apartment, she discovered what he was- and she had shimmered out.

She had shimmered.

And that meant that love of his life- his beautiful Bianca- was a demon.

Chris drew a few deep breaths and sat down heavily on the couch. His head was spinning. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. How could he not have noticed before? He should have been able so sense that something was different about her, but in four months he had picked up nothing strange. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." He muttered, delivering a hard punch into a near by pillow. What use were his whitelighter senses if they couldn't even detect something that major?

Chris stared down at the floor, his eyes so intense that they almost burnt a hole through the wood. He felt a lump forming in his throat, and he desperately fought back tears. Did she even love him? Had she ever? Or had she known all along who and what he was, intending to build up his trust and then eliminate him when he least expected it.

No, he thought, that didn't make sense.

She had the opportunity to kill him countless times in the past few months. They had been alone at some point almost every day; she could have done it easily with out anyone ever knowing.

And she had seemed shocked when he orbed in.

Maybe it wasn't a lie; maybe she did actually love him.

Then again, he had always thought that demons weren't capable of human feelings.

He let out a frustrated yell, and several breakable objects in the room exploded into tiny pieces. Chris paid them no notice. He knew that he needed some one to talk too; he could not handle this alone. He could sense that his Grandfather was out. Leo would be of no use, Wyatt had not responded to his calls recently...and the rest of his family was dead...

Bang.

His mother's favorite vase shattered.

And at that exact moment, Chris was struck by a brilliant idea. Without another moment's hesitation, he orbed up to the attic and began to gather what he needed.


...cross now the great divide."

Chris finished the spell, hoping that for once it had actually worked. He didn't know why, but most of his past attempts to speak with deceased family members had been unsuccessful. Maybe it was it somewhat questionable spell casting abilities- or some sick joke being played on him by 'the powers that be'. It sometimes seemed that the entire universe was against him sometimes.

The boy's heart jumped, as a swirl of white lights suddenly began to form in the middle of his crystal circle. "Mom?" he asked, his voice hopeful. He needed her so badly right now.

"I'm sorry Chris." A woman's voice replied.

Seconds later, the lights solidified into the form of his Aunt Phoebe. "They wouldn't let Piper come. They said you needed to talk to me this time."

"Oh." Chris whispered, trying to fight back his disappointment. It wasn't that he didn't love and miss his aunt; it was just that he had hoping to see his mother instead. "That's alright. I'm happy to see you."

Phoebe nodded knowingly, and stepped out of the circle, her form becoming completely solid. She gave her nephew a hug, and led him over to the attics couch, where they both sat down. "So what's wrong Chris?" she asked "Why did you summon me.?"

Chris sighed, and avoided his aunt's gaze. "I needed someone to talk to. I just don't know what to do next."

"What happened?"

Drawing a deep breath, Chris slowly began to explain the day's events, while Phoebe listened intently.

"...and I was really happy, because it was obvious that she was more then she was letting on too, but then she began to cry, she kissed me, and shimmered out. She's a demon Aunt Phoebe. I just can't believe I didn't realize it sooner..."

"Do you love her, Chris?" Phoebe asked, placing a comforting hand on his.

Chris hesitated. "Well, I certainly did. But she's a demon...I don't know what to think anymore."

"But if she hadn't shimmered, than you would still love her."

"Yes."

His aunt nodded and paused for a moment as she formulated a response. "Well, in that case it seems to me that what she is doesn't really matter. She's earned your love. You love her for who she is-everything else doesn't matter."

"But demons don't have feelings. How can I love her, if she doesn't love me back?"

"If she's been with you this long, then I'd say that it's pretty clear that she does have feelings for you. Trust me on this one Chris, I speak from experience." She paused. "I think I know why I was sent here instead of Piper."

"What do you mean?"

Phoebe sighed. "I mean that I loved a demon once too. Before you were born. And he loved me back; I know that...It's possible for them to love Chris"

"Cole?" He asked quietly.

"Yes, Cole." She glanced off in to the distance, as if recalling a distant memory before turning back to Chris. "I think you should talk to her, find out more about her before you decide too much. You two are so great together; I'd hate to see it all go to waste."

Chris gave his aunt an odd look. "How would you know that?"

"We've been watching you Chris, when we can. We were so happy that you had found such a wonderful girl."

"Oh." Chris replied, not sure how he felt about his families celestial spying.

Phoebe glanced up wards and sighed "I have to go Chris, I'm being called back. I really wish I could tell you more..." She trailed off and looked at him sympathetically. "Remember, you can't always judge someone based on their background. Demons aren't always evil, and angels aren't always good... please remember that."

Chris nodded, slightly confused by her cryptic remark, and watched sadly as Phoebe's form was slowly surrounded by the white lights. "Be careful Chris. We love you. Piper misses you so much, she's so proud of you ..."

"Tell Mom I love her." He whispered

"I will, but she already knows. Take care, and never give up."

Chris fought back more tears as his aunt disappeared from sight in a beautiful flash of light.

It had been a short, but useful talk. He knew what he had to do.

With a quick glance around the attic, he orbed out.

A/N hope that was ok, it was sort of a filler chapter. More to come! Please review!

-Tata