Chapter 6
Bianca sat on a cold stone bench in a corner of the park. She had always come here when she needed to be alone.
It was her spot.
She stared off into the sky, it was getting dark, 'reflecting my mood' she thought bitterly. The darkness within.
Her tears had begun to dry, but the pain of the past half hour was still fresh. Her wonderful, perfect boyfriend- her Chris- was not the innocent mortal she had assumed him to be. No, he was a whitelighter…she had always known he was too perfect. How could she not have noticed? What good were phoenixes enhanced senses, if they couldn't detect something that major?
She still could not believe what had happened. She didn't want to believe it, because it meant that they could never be together.
He was an angel, who protected and healed the innocent. She was a hired assassin, who killed to earn her living.
They could never be.
Good and evil were never meant to be.
Bianca could not, however, suppress a nagging sense of doubt. Something about the entire situation wasn't quite right. He had orbed, said something about the elders…so he was obviously a whitelighter. But why, then, had he led her on for the past three months? Everyone knew that whitelighters were not allowed to have relationships- it had happened only twice before. Surely Chris would have known this.
Had he been setting her up?
Was he just using her?
He had a family. She realized suddenly. She had met his grandfather on many occasions, and she had met his father just the other day…whitelighters weren't supposed to have families, were they? They were supposed to be dead. She shuddered involuntarily.
Chris couldn't be dead, could he?
Her head was spinning as she tried to make sense of it all. She glanced up into the sky again, but this time something in particular caught her eye. Directly above her, she could see a trail of blue, streaking down towards the ground.
"No." she muttered. She wasn't sure if she could face him yet. Even if he actually had loved her, he had seen her shimmer out. He would think she was evil.
Bianca wanted to leave. Her head was screaming at her to get out of there, to avoid him. But she could not make herself actually do it.
She heard the sound of heavenly bells as the blue lights stopped in front of her, and solidified into Chris' earthly form.
"Bianca." He breathed, unsure of how to start.
"How did you find me here?"
"I sensed you."
Bianca stiffened, and took on a defensive stance. "Of course, how stupid of me. You're a whitelighter."
"Please, Bianca, don't be like this. Don't be mad, we need to talk." He pleaded. The girl could see that his eyes were slightly red.
"Ok, fine. Why don't you start by telling me why the hell you've been leading me on for three months? Whitelighters aren't supposed to fall in love." She replied, her eyes narrowed dangerously. Now that he was right in front of her, her worries had somehow turned into aggression.
She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it now.
"I wasn't leading you on, Bianca. I would never do that. I am allowed to fall in love, because, well, I'm not exactly a whitelighter."
Bianca shot him a confused look "You orb Chris. Only whitelighters can orb."
"I know, " he continued "But I'm not a full whitelighter. My Dad is a whitelighter, my mom was a witch."
"You're kidding!?" she gasped, starring at him with complete disbelief. Bianca had never cared much for school, but she had always been fascinated by the magical texts her mother had given her to read. She was well versed in matters of magic, and she had once read that only three witch- whitelighters had ever been born.
Chris had to be lying, it just wasn't possible.
"But how? I mean, there was the youngest charmed one, and then the sons of Piper Halliwell and-"
"Leo Wyatt." Chris interrupted "Yea, those would be my parents."
Bianca's eyes grew even wider. He was hiding even more than she thought. "Your mother was a charmed one?"
"Yes."
"Wow, Chris that's amazing, are…are you the twice-blessed child?"
With a sigh, Chris made his way over to the bench and sat down next to Bianca. "No, just the second born. Wyatt is the special one with all the powers- I'm basically a whitelighter who can cast spells."
There was a long pause after this, as Bianca tried to process all that he had just told her. In general it was good news, he wasn't a full whitelighter, and that wouldn't stand in their way…but there were still other matters to deal with.
"Ok, enough about me. I think I deserve an explanation too." Chris said, his green eyes looking into her brown.
Bianca nodded. He was right, he deserved to know.
"Are you a…a demon?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes cast downwards.
"Not really." The girl replied "I'm a phoenix."
Chris looked up, and stared at her confusion. "A what?"
"A phoenix. I'm from a specialized coven of that rose from the ashes of Salem. Technically I'm a witch, but after the witch trials, phoenixes sought revenge…they became skilled assassins, and eventually gained demonic powers." She paused and looked into his eyes; she needed to see his reaction. "You should also know that we're still expected to kill. We're hired assassins."
Chris did not respond for several seconds.
So she wasn't really a demon, that was a relief. But, she did kill- and had probably been hired by demons on many occasions. He felt conflicted. Of course he still loved her, she meant the world to him…but could he really over look this? What would Wyatt and his father think? They'd be happy that that she wasn't human as he'd had initially thought, but he wasn't sure if this was better or worse.
"Chris, are you okay?" She asked, tenderly placing he hands over top of his. "I never asked to be born into this, I've always hated it. I'm not like the other members of my coven…"
'No, of course she wasn't' he thought to himself. She was perfect, she was his Bianca. Phoebe was right. He loved her, and that was all that mattered. They'd be okay.
Chris had tried so hard to please everyone his entire life. He had sacrificed a normal existence to take charges, so that he could help protect the common good. He had tried to please his mother, and his even his father, who had never seemed to care anyway. And through it all he had lost sight of himself, and what was really important. It was time to do something that he wanted, without thinking about anyone else.
"Shhh, it's alright Bianca." He soothed "We'll have no more secrets, no more lies…I'm fine with this if you are."
"You mean you're not going to leave me?" she whispered, hardly able to believe what she had just heard.
"No, of course not. I love you Bianca."
"I love you too."
They drew together for a deep kiss, both feeling freer than they ever had.
Yes, this was a good thing.
There was nothing to hide now; they could share their lives completely.
"Oh Chris." Bianca whispered as they pulled apart. "Your such and angel."
"Yes, I think we've established that." He laughed. "Interested in seeing what an angel's like in bed?"
"Very." She replied, smiling broadly through her tears of joy.
For now, life was perfect.
Wyatt stared into his reflecting pool, and watched as his younger brother orbed himself and his girlfriend out of the park.
This was all too perfect.
Perfect, pure little Chris had fallen for an assassin.
'Yes,' Wyatt thought triumphantly, a wide grin on his face. 'This can certainly be used to my advantage.'
A/N This will be it for a little while, I have some essays I really need to write. Thanks again to anyone that reviewed!! It makes me so happy to know that people are actually reading this. Suggestions and comments are always appreciated!
Hope this chapter was okay, there is much more to come!!
