Chris orbed in to the living room of Bianca's apartment, a small bunch of white roses in his hand. It was Monday evening, and he was here to pick her up for the date they had arranged; dinner at a nice romantic restaurant, and perhaps something after…if he was lucky.

"Ah, right on time, as usual." Bianca said with a smile as she came out of her room, putting in her second earring. She gave him a quick kiss, and he handed her the flowers sheepishly. There were only seven, that was all he could afford to buy, and he wished that he could have given her more.

She deserved all of the roses in the world.

"Thanks Chris, they're lovely." She gushed, acting unusually girly, as she set them in a pick vase on her table. "Shall we?"

"We shall."

Bianca linked her arm in his and smiled. "You drive."

He gave her one of his gorgeous smiles, and orbed them out of the room and into the alley way behind the restaurant.

"Sorry" he muttered as he surveyed the dismal surroundings, "This is the only safe place I could think of to orb…I'm sure that the ambiance inside will be much nicer."

Bianca laughed and grabbed hold of his hand as they headed for the entrance of the very trendy new San Franciscan restaurant. Many other young couples were standing out side waiting to get in, and she could hear the faint music coming from the inside.

"Um, Chris? This place is busy, how are you planning to get us in."

He merely grinned and dragged her inside.

"May I help you?" the rather snooty manager asked as they pushed their way to the front of the crowd.

"Yes, actually." Chris replied, still smiling. "My name is Christopher Halliwell, I'm Victor Bennett's grandson, I believe that he talked to you earlier today."

The manager's face instantly lit up at the mention of Victor's name. "Ah yes, of course. It's wonderful to meet you Chris; he's told me so much about you. You and your lovely lady can follow me right this way; I had a table set special for you."

Bianca stared at Chris in shock as the two began to follow the older man across the restaurant. "Does he know your grandfather?"

"Yea, he and Grandpa were old friends, and he even pitched in some money to get this place going…so I asked him to pull a few favors, I want this to be perfect."

The girl beamed.

It was already a perfect evening. Time spent with Chris was always perfect.

"You're amazing." She whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek as they continued to walk.

"Here you go." The manager said suddenly, directing Bianca's attention away from Chris. They had stopped in front of a gauzy white curtain, and she could see a soft glow on the other side.

With a sweep of his hand, the manager drew back the material to reveal a small room, with only one table for two. Candles lined the walls and the same white material was draped gracefully across the table; it was absolutely beautiful, and Bianca found herself at a loss for words.

"Our most requested private room." The man informed him as he stepped aside, allowing the couple to enter. "Please enjoy, someone will be by soon to take your orders."

"Thank you very much." Chris said politely as the manager walked off. He than pulled out one of the chairs for Bianca, before taking the other for himself.

"Oh Chris, this is too much." She breathed, still trying to absorb her surroundings.

He tenderly took her delicate hand in his and smiled. "Nothing is too much for you." He replied softly. "I love you Bianca, and I want this to be special. This week had been so hectic, and I want us to start fresh, we have nothing to hide anymore, and I love you even more than I ever have-"

Bianca stared at him for several seconds, as she went over what he had just said.

He loved her.

Despite everything that she had done, every thing that she was, this wonderful, perfect angel loved her. She could hardly believe it. She didn't deserve this.

"I love you too." She whispered back. "So much."

She could hardly resist the urge to push him against the wall and kiss him madly, but she knew that such things could wait for later. Reaching for the menu as a distraction from her unholy thoughts, she began to read the options.

This was truly shaping up to be the perfect evening.


Litronious had been a demon for almost two hundred years, and he had not failed a mission yet. But for some reason, he still felt a nagging fear as he collected the supplies he needed to capture tonight's target.

This was going to be a particularly tricky mission. The target was not just any boy; he was after Christopher Halliwell, brother of Lord Wyatt, and a very powerful witch-whitelighter.

Litronious knew that he had to be careful.

He had to not only avoid his own death, but also the death of Christopher; if the boy died, Lord Wyatt would come after him with a vengeance.

Grabbing the vaporized poison he had been given for the task, and strapping a dagger to his leg, the demon shimmered out of the cave, hoping that this day was not his last.


Chris and Bianca left the restaurant several hours after their arrival, both feeling extremely elated. The dinner had exceeded even Bianca's highest expectations, and she now found herself feeling more desire than she could ever remember.

She had met the most perfect guy in the entire world, and he was all hers.

"So, what do you say we head to the alley way and get back to my place?" she giggled, gripping her boyfriends hand tightly. "As fast as humanly possible."

"I think you mean as fast as supernaturally possibly." He joked as the two rounded the dark corner, away from prying eyes.

Much to his relief the alley appeared deserted. He smiled at Bianca and was just about to begin his orb, when a loud crashing noise caused him to freeze. Bianca tensed at his side, and both looked frantically around the alley.

"Any one there?" Chris called into the darkness, hoping that the noise had been caused by a human or animal, rather than by something else.

There was no reply.

The couple exchanged a nervous glance, and continued to squint into the darkness, looking for any sign of movement.

Chris quickly tapped into his whitelighter senses, and a feeling of dread over took him as he realized that they did indeed have an un welcomed visitor.

"Show yourself coward." He demanded, his voice portraying more confidence than he felt.

An eerie silence enveloped them, and his comment again revived no reply.

Un willing to take any more of this nonsense, Chris growled with frustration and shot out his left hand towards the wall. A stream of bight blue lightening shot from it, illuminating the area.

He could see it now.

A big ugly demon, heading in their direction.

Allowing the lightening to stop, Chris used his other hand to fling the creature into the brick wall with a sickening thud. "I'll give you one second to shimmer out of here before I fry your sorry ass." The boy threatened, hoping that he sounded imposing; as he had said on many occasions, vanquishes were not his strength.

Bianca gave a small groan, and quickly moved to Chris' side. She knew that he was trying, but she also knew from his weak threat that he was too much of a pacifist to cause any serous damage; he needed her.

An athame flashed into her out stretched hand, and without hesitation, she appeared next to the demon, holding it up threateningly.

"Tell us what you want." She demanded, her eyes flashing with rage at the demon that has ruined their wonderful night.

To her surprise the creature merely laughed. "Step aside girl. I'm here for him." And before she had time to react, it hurled a potion bottle at Chris.

"Orb." She yelled, turning worriedly toward him, her attention now off the creature.

Chris, luckily did as he was told, and appeared seconds later, safely away from what ever grey mist that erupted from the bottle. Relieved, she turned back to the demon, only to see him draw a knife and hurl his massive body at Chris.

Fully engulfed by her rage, Bianca shimmered between the two and brutally stabbed her own knife into its gut. Its eyes bulged out with surprise and pain.

She smirked as she watched it suffer. "That'll teach you to mess with my whitelighter."

The creature let out a cry of agony and erupted into flames, leaving behind a small pile of ash.

"Well, that sucked." The girl muttered, vanishing the knife and turning back to Chris. He had pushed himself up against a far corner of the alley, his eyes wide. "Chris? What's wrong?" she asked, as she walked over to him.

"The potion," he whispered weakly, "Darkligher poison."

Bianca stared at him with confusion until the significance of what he had said hit her. The bottle the demon had thrown had contained darkligher poison, obviously intended for him. In a panic, she grabbed his wrist, and shimmered him out of the alley way and into her apartment.


Chris moaned with pain and collapsed on to the couch. His head was throbbing even worse than it had been in the alley way, and a burning sensation tore across his entire body.

"Chris!" Bianca cried, knelling at his side. "Did you breathe the poison in? What can I do?"

He shook his head slowly. "No. there wasn't enough to harm me, I just felt weak form the contamination in the air." His head was slowly returning to normal as he drew in several deep breaths. As he looked over at the worried Bianca, a thought suddenly struck him. He hesitated.

"You shimmered me back." Chris stated quietly, avoiding her gaze.

"Yes, so?"

The boy drew in another deep breath. "I can't shimmer." He muttered, hoping the news wouldn't upset her. "It hurts me. Whitelighters don't respond well to demonic powers."

Bianca looked down at the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine, you didn't know…neither did I really. I just knew that it was forbidden; now I know why."

Bianca could not help but feel angry at herself; she had tried to help, and in doing so had caused him even more pain. She was just as bad as the monster that had attacked him.

"Bianca, please don't be upset." He whispered, forcing himself up into a seated position. "You saved me. You're amazing; I never could have killed that thing alone."

"But Chris, I'm-"

She had barely begun her sentence when he cut her off with a feverish kiss. "Amazing." He whispered as he pulled away. She smiled sadly back at him, feeling lost in his beautiful green eyes.

She really did not deserve him.

The two drew together again, this time for an even deeper kiss, and Bianca soon found herself positioned on top oh him on the tiny couch.

"How about we continue this elsewhere." He muttered his voice thick with desire. And as they kissed once again, he orbed them both to Bianca's spacious bed.

She pushed him down roughly and began to unbutton her shirt, discarding it as quickly as she could. She wanted to be close to him, and the clothing suddenly seemed like a hostile barrier, keeping them apart. He too discarded with his and soon they were kissing passionately, the feeling of skin on skin exciting them both.

"Bianca." He moaned as he cupped her beautiful face in his hands.

The girl smiled, and they kissed again, every second growing more intense than the last.

She knew that this was perfection.

That this was meant to be.


It was Bianca that awoke first this time.

The pervious night, despite the slight demon hitch, had been better than any she had experienced before, and the pure excitement of it all made any further sleep seem impossible.

She was filled with such warmth and satisfaction, and she realized suddenly that after Chris, no other would do. He was exactly who she needed, and she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life in his arms.

"Muuumph." Chris groaned, his green eyes fluttering open.

"Good morning sleepy head." She said playfully, amused by his groggy state. "I think I tired you out this time."

He tried to laugh. "Hardly. What time is it?"

Bianca glanced at the clock. "8:45. Why?"

"Shit." Chris gasped, instantly springing to life. "I have a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"A meeting?" she inquired "You don't work."

Rolling his eyes, he frantically began to gather up his clothes. "I have a whitelighter meeting. And I do have a job; I just don't get paid for it."

She chucked slightly as she watched him get dressed. "Okay, sorry." She smirked. "So, can I come with you? I don't want to be left alone again."

Chris shot her a sympathetic look as he did up the final button of his white shirt. "I wish you could, but its whitelighters only. No one else is even allowed 'up there'."

"Up there?" she asked. "You mean, you have meetings in heaven?"

"Something like that…listen, I'll be back later, don't worry." He gave her a good bye kiss and a reassuring smile before orbing out.

Bianca sighed; it saddened her to think there was an entire part of Chris' life with which she could have no involvement. Even though they now knew each others secret, they were yet to overcome all of the barriers between them.


Wyatt orbed into the darklighters' chamber.

Almost three hundred had gathered, all eager to take part in this phase of his plan; to eliminate whitelighters once and for all. He would finally rid the world of those nuisances that claimed to protect the greater good, and could then continue with his ultimate quest.

He glanced at his watch; it was 9:00 exactly.

Raising his hands above his head, he focused all of his power towards his task. He created a connection to the neutral plane and reached out form there to the heavenly one. Exerting great effort, he managed to create a rift, big enough for all to travel through.

"Now." He cried, closing his eyes from the pain that was beginning to build.

On his command, all present dark orbed from the chamber, their arrows dripping in poison, ready to do what their kind had dreamt of for centuries.

A/N Phew, I'm tired, but I felt so inspired today that I just had to write this. Thanks to anyone that reviewed, I really do appreciate it!!

(To John…thanks for the complement…I think …)