Chris appeared outside the main chamber where he had met with the elders only a few days earlier. Many whitelighters had already gathered, and the loud buzz of hundreds of conversations filled the air. This was only the second meeting that Chris had been asked to attend since taking up whitelighter duties last year, but if the last one was anything to judge by, he knew that he was in for a long, boring day of pointless debate.

With a sigh, he glanced nervously around; seeing this many whitelighters in one place made him feel slightly nervous. He knew that there were still those who were angered by the elder's choice to allow him to assume whitelighter duties- traditionalists believed that such things should be left only to those who had died to become guardians. Chris wasn't dead, nor had he committed any great deeds; he had merely been born a whitelighter. Some argued that this simple fact was not enough to warrant him joining their ranks.

But in the end, it had come down to the elder's decision, and, probably after much tedious debate; they had decided to allow him full whitelighter status. Many had believed that his father being a member of the council had had something to do with it, but Chris knew that this likely was not the case; Leo had never really cared about his youngest son.

In his opinion, the elders had allowed him to join out of desperation. The past three years had witnessed more whitelighter casualties than the last two decades combined- numbers were in a continual state of decline, and since Chris was able to perform all of the necessary duties, they had needed his assistance.

Suddenly remembering his run in with Sam, Chris began to survey the room in hopes of spotting the older man somewhere in the crowd. He caught sight of him several meters away, and began to head in that direction, happy for the opportunity to catch up with his old mentor. Chris had not taken more than five steps, however, when he felt a firm hand clap down on his shoulder.

Turning abruptly, he instantly felt his happiness dissipate.

It was Leo.

"Christopher, I'm glad I found you," Leo began, his voice full of its typical formality.

Chris frowned, and crossed his arms across his chest. "Don't call me Christopher." he muttered with annoyance, before adding "What do you want?"

The older man had apparently missed his son's coldness, and continued to speak with a serene smile plastered across his face. "I want to apologize, for the fight we had the other day. It was wrong of me to loose my temper. I am sorry if I upset you. That was not my intent."

"Okay, sure." Chris scoffed his position still defensive. "I have to go meet someone, goodbye Leo."

And with that he turned away from his father and continued towards Sam. He knew that Leo had meant well by apologizing, but somehow Chris did not feel any better about the situation. One sorry didn't make up for what he had said about Bianca, nor did it compensate for years of neglect.

His father had always used words to deal with every thing…it was part of being an elder he supposed… but in Chris' opinion letters and conversations meant nothing. It was action that counted; and Leo had never been one for action.

"Hello Chris!" Sam exclaimed warmly as he caught sight of the boy. "I'm glad you found me, I was getting worried."

Chris smiled. Sam was always genuinely happy to see him; he had always been more of a father to Chris than Leo.

He was a man of both words, and action.

"Yea, I just got here a few minutes ago, I was at Bianca's. Slept in." Chris replied sheepishly.

Sam raised an eye brow, and fought back the smile forming on his lips. "So, how is Bianca?"

"Good." The boy gave a nervous glance around. "I really need to tell you what happened the other day, but this is not a good place…I'll tell you after the meeting."

"Okay…" Sam responded, shooting Chris an inquisitive look. "So, shall we head inside then, and get some seats?"

"Yea, sure." Chris sighed, unhappily reminded of why he was there. After his eventful week, he really wasn't in the mood to listen to the inane chatter of the oh so mighty elders.

The two headed for the large white doors, and entered the main chamber where Chris had been summoned only a few days ago. The room now looked much different. Instead of simply having one long table at the end, it was filled with white marble bleachers that almost reached the ceiling and enough tables in the centre for all of the elders.

Several whitelighters had already seated them selves throughout, and Chris began to head for one of the highest rows, Sam following close behind. According to whitelighter protocol, the lower your rank, the higher up you were expected to sit at the meetings- that meant that Chris was supposed to sit almost at the top. "You don't have to come all the way up here if you don't want to." He said, turning around to face Sam. "You've earned the right to sit near the front." It was true, Sam was among the oldest whitelighters, and had more than a century of good deeds behind him.

The older man chuckled quietly. "Hey, I'd rather sit with you. It is a shame that we hardly get to see each other anymore."

Nodding, Chris continued his trek, an insuppressible grin on his face.

It was nice to know that someone, besides his grandfather and Bianca, actually enjoyed his company.

"At last." Chris muttered, as he reached the second last row. Both men took a seat, slightly winded from the steep climb.

"So, do you have any idea what this meeting is about?" Chris inquired, turning to his companion.

Sam shook his head. "Not really, but I'm guessing that it has something to do with this new force of evil. The elders have sensed power in the underworld, but it has somehow prevented them for discovering exactly what it is. Maybe they've found something out. Did your father say anything about it?"

"No" Chris replied quietly. "The only thing my father ever tells me is how much he disapproves of every thing I do."

"Still no improvement, huh?"

"No, no improvement at all."


It was exactly 9:00.

The chamber was filled to the brim with almost every whitelighter in existence; all sitting in silence, waiting for the meeting to be called to order.

A quiet buzz filled the room as the elders entered, dressed in white robes, their expressions somber. Chris could see his father standing near the back, looking up into the crowd.

'Maybe he's looking for me' a small voice in Chris head said hopefully. 'Of course he's not' a darker voice said bitterly. 'He has never cared, and he never will.'

Chris was broken away from his thoughts as the head elder stepped forth, causing all present to direct their attention towards him.

"Friends" he called into the crowd, his voice grim, and his wrinkled blue eyes full of sorrow. "We have come across dark times."

Chris and Sam exchanged a tense look.

This did not sound good.

"We have sensed a dark power rising, and we fear that even our collective strength will not be enough to suppress it, and we-"

The elder's sentence cut off suddenly, and even from his high vantage point, Chris could see a look of pain cross the old mans face.

"You're right." Another, darker voice bellowed, filling the chamber and giving a chill to all present. "I can not be stopped."

The head elder crumpled lifelessly on to the floor- two poisonous arrows were lodged in his back.

A stunned silence filled the room, and even the elders were too much in shock to react.

The body less voice laughed.

Chris froze…there was something familiar about that laugh…he just couldn't quite figure out what it was.

"This is the end." The voice bellowed his tone triumphant.

As if on cue, more than three hundred darklighters appeared at the threshold to the chamber- all armed with deadly arrows- ready to kill.

Chris felt a sickening panic over take him; the chamber was made so that none could orb from it- and that meant that they were all trapped. His mind instantly jumped to the thought of Bianca, he could almost see her beautiful face- the face he was sure that he would never see again.

It wasn't fair- he was finally happy, something had finally gone right- and now it was all going to end.

The darklighters stormed into the room, arrows flying from their bows into the crowed bleachers.

Death was all around.

Whitelighters were falling.

'Dad.' A voice in his head screamed.

Chris looked down at the elders on the ground floor- he could see flashes of blue lightening- some darklighters were struck down- but not enough.

Not nearly enough.

They were horribly out numbered, and only the elders had enough power to even fight back.

He had to help.

"I'm going down there." Chris stated, turning toward Sam- I need to do what I can.

"Chris-" Sam began his voice full of worry as he looked at the boy who he had come to think of as a son. He wanted to tell him not to go-to say as far away as possible- to hide and hope that he would be spared. But he knew that the boy would never listen. "Be careful."

Chris nodded. "You too." he fought back tears and began to make his way down to the bottom, going against the crowd that was now pushing up. He turned back and gave Sam one final glance.

"It will be okay." Chris muttered to himself as he continued his decent. "It has to be okay."

Arrows continued to fly, a female whitelighter to Chris's left was struck in the shoulder, and the boy could only watch as she crumpled to the ground. He wanted to stop…to try and help…but there was not time.

Chris finally arrived on the ground floor.

He focused his power, and drew upon all of his strength. A particularly large darklighter was coming towards him, its bow ready to shoot. Chris flung out his left hand- blue lightening flung from it and struck the brute square on the chest- causing him to disintegrate into a pile of ash.

The boy frantically surveyed the scene.

He could see Leo, a few meters away- still standing and fighting. Other elders were crumpled around his feet, and pools of blood stained the white marble floors. More than half of the whitelighters were already slain- lying lifelessly throughout the chamber- and the darklighters had not stopped pouring through the door.

The voice had been right- this was the end.


A/N So this is sort of part one of the big massacre- I should have the second part up really soon…I had originally planned to post them together, but I think it's better if I divide it up a bit.

Hope this was ok, PLEASE REVIEW!

Thanks to:

-John- Hahaha, glad it's a compliment! (And such a nice one too!! Thanks!)

-zoned-out- sorry if that wasn't clear- Wyatt did not expect Chris to vanquish the demon, and he was assuming that he is safely trapped in the underworld…he did not anticipate that Bianca would be there to help him:) Hopefully this chapter cleared that all up.

-phoebe turner-thanks for all three reviews! (Kill Chris? Muhahahaha, you'll have to see…but keep in mind that there is still quite a bit of this story left, and Chris is my all time favourite character (closely followed by Piper))

-And anyone else who gave me some feed back, you all rock!

P.S. I got the whole whitelighter meeting thing out of one of the Charmed books…not sure if there has ever been one on the show, I haven't seen every episode :(