As soon as Leo heard the call, he orbed the witches back to magic school. Even before they arrived, he could tell that they had not freed the others…it would have taken more effort to orb the group if they had.

He knew that they had failed.

Something must have gone seriously wrong.

When the finial orbs dissipated, revealing the group, he instantly began to look around for Chris. He needed to see his son right now- he needed to know what had happened. His eyes scanned the crowd…Chris. Where was Chris?

A cold fear rushed over him as he was struck by a sudden realization…

Chris was no where in sight…

He couldn't sense him…

Or Katie.

Shaking, he turned to one of the witches closest to him. "What…what happened?" He asked, his voice weak. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.

He had planned it so well…how could this have happened?

There was a slight pause as many in the room gave the elder sympathetic glances. "Wyatt came." The witch answered, glancing down at the floor. "Just as we were about to open the prison door. He knew about the plan…"

"No." Leo breathed, steadying himself on the nearest table. "No…"

"He orbed in." the witch continued quietly. "And then Chris told us all to run…"

Leo's head began to spin.

Chris.

Chris was still down there- facing off with Wyatt- willing to sacrifice himself for the good of everyone else.

Chris was gone.

Leo tried to hold back the tears burning in his eyes. "How did Wyatt know?" he asked, summoning enough strength to look back up at the crowd.

There was another pause.

"Robert." Another witch a few feet away stated sadly. "One of our witches…he told Wyatt…I heard some of the conversation as I left…he hit Chris with a potion and Wyatt told him that he had done a good job."

They had been betrayed…

That was how Wyatt had known exactly where they would be…and when.

He should not have been so trusting…he should have forced every witch to take a truth potion to prove their dedication to the cause…

But he hadn't

And now Chris was gone…

This was his fault. He had sent his son down to the underworld- insisted that he lead the mission. Chris hadn't wanted to do it…he had been reluctant…but Leo had forced him. What kind of father did that to their own son? What kind of father would send his baby boy into danger…?

"We're sorry, Leo." Another witch said quietly, hanging his head in sadness. Many had learned to like Chris as he helped them prepare for the mission. They admired his strength and courage…all felt sad for the loss.

"Katie…" The elder choked, not caring about the tears that had begun to stream down his face. "What about Katie?"

There was another pause and several people exchanged nervous glances. No one wanted to break it to him…

"She stayed down there too." Someone answered finally. "She wouldn't leave him."

Leo brought a hand to his aching head. He was shaking in a combination of grief and rage- overcome with emotion.

"No." He muttered again, not noticing the blue energy cracking in his hands. Chris was gone…Katie was gone…they had all lost. "NO!"

The energy in his hands exploded, blasting a huge hole in the nearest wall. Several witches jumped back in shock; none had ever seen the peacefully natured elder in such an enraged state. But it was understandable…he had just sacrificed so much…for nothing.

Silence hung heavy in the air as no one knew what to say next.

Unable to stand it any longer, Leo turned and tore down the hallway, closing the door to his room with an echoing slam.

Sobs racked his tired body and his eyes stung with hot tears.

He did not want to believe it…

But he knew that it was true.

He had lost them.

Chris was gone…

Suffering at the hands of Wyatt…the son he had lost long ago.

He would never see his son again…never look into the green eyes that mirrored his own…

Leo had known the risks when he had under taken the mission, but he had never really let himself think about the possibility of loosing so much. But it had happened. The worst had come.

The future was lost, and so were the last two people he had cared about.

"I'm so sorry, Piper." He choked, looking up towards the ceiling. He knew that she could hear him, and he knew that she was sharing in his tears. He had let her down once again…she could never forgive him now…he could never forgive himself. "I'm so sorry that I lost our little boy."

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Katie awoke on the hard stone floor, the coppery taste of blood still in her mouth. For a few blissful seconds she did not know where she was- but then, it hit her.

She was in the underworld.

The mission had failed.

Wyatt had come…Wyatt had won.

"Ah, finally awake I see." Wyatt's cool voice drawled from behind her.

Katie abruptly tried to stand up, only to realize that her legs had been chained down to the floor. There would be no escape.

She was trapped.

"It was noble- what you did for my brother." Wyatt continued, slowing walking towards her, a confidant swagger in his step. "You could have run, but you didn't. You stayed. You care about him…"

Katie narrowed her eyes and turned her head to face the young man who had been the cause of so much grief. This was the first time that she had been able to take a good long look at him and she could see the strong resemblance he had to Leo…the thought still brought conflicting feelings into her mind. How could this monster possibly be related to the elder she had come to admire?

It must have taken a significant about of trauma to lead the young man so far astray…

"Yes." Katie replied, her voice confidant to match Wyatt's. "I do care about him. Unlike you…"

Wyatt scowled and with a lazy flick of his hand sent her back a few inches into the cave wall. She hit with a painful crunch.

"It is not your place to decide where my interests lie, witch." He said coolly, looking down at her with disgust. "I care for my brother more than anyone."

Forcing her self to ignore the pain, Katie gave a loud scoff. "Sure…you care about him so much that you have one of your lackey's hit him with poison."

She knew that it was stupid to aggravate him, but she also knew that there was no chance that she would be saved…making Wyatt angry hardly made a difference now. She knew that she would die either way.

"I did what was necessary to bring Christopher to my side." Wyatt snapped, his patience already wearing thin. "Soon he will see how foolish he has been. I simply needed him unconscious so that I could bring him to his room…I had no intention of letting him die. He is healed now, and resting comfortably."

"You're the fool Wyatt!" the young witch shot back defiantly. "Chris isn't like you…you can never have him on your side!"

"Enough!" Wyatt roared, flinging her back into the wall several times.

She could tell from his violent reaction that she had hit a sore spot…he too had doubts about turning Chris…he too knew that it was nearly impossible.

The pain was so over whelming now that her body soon grew numb. Katie knew that she had broken several bones and she could feel the blood seeping through her shirt. After this, death would be a relief.

She didn't want to live on in pain.

She didn't want to live on in a world that Wyatt controlled.

She had tired all that she could to put an end to it, but last night it had become clear that no one could stop Wyatt now. It was too late. He was too powerful. She knew that this was the end for her…she would finally see her family again. She missed them so much…they would be united at last.

The only thing she regretted was leaving Chris and Leo behind to bear the burden alone. She could only hope that somehow, Chris was freed…that somehow, he and Bianca would find at least some happiness in this terrible new world.

"This is the end, witch." Wyatt hissed and he swooped down and grabbed a hold of her bruised shoulder.

As soon as the young man touched her skin, she felt a familiar tug…she was having a premonition…the last she would ever have…

She saw herself, tied roughly to a wooden steak. Tears ran down her face and crimson blood covered her ragged clothes. People crowded the streets below…watching…waiting.

She could see the fire slowly build at her feet…the heat over coming her…her screams echoing in the clear winter air.

The flames enveloped her body.

She burned…

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Wyatt's smirking face just inches from her own.

Yes.

This was it.

This was how it ended.

"Come." Wyatt said, his dead blue eyes starring straight into hers. "It's time to burn the first witch of the new year…the humans will be very pleased to see you die."

And with that, he orbed them away…

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"What does it feel like, mommy?" Little Bianca asked worriedly, looking up into her mothers blue eyes.

The woman sighed and took her daughters hand in her own. The girl was only ten, but the coven had decided that it was time…

Time for Bianca to receive her fist mission…time for her to kill…

"Nothing." She replied quietly, looking down at the ground. "You don't feel a thing…"

The vision faded and Bianca snapped back to the cave….back to her dismal prison.

"She lied…didn't she?" Barbas said with a smirk as he slowly circled her chair. "She didn't want you to know the truth…maybe…she didn't care about you enough to tell you."

The young woman turned her head towards the floor. It had been so long since she had been taken down there. She hardly responded anymore…she was tired…worn…

The hope she had once had was almost entirely lost.

"You do feel something, don't you Bianca? When you kill…" The sound of the demons steps echoed off the walls, pounding in her head.

She was weak; she could feel the baby fading inside of her. If she wasn't rescued soon, then he wouldn't survive…and neither would she.

Shouldn't Chris have come by now?

"You feel good." Barbas continued, leaning down towards her ear. "You feel good when you kill, don't you? It's in your nature…"

She tried to block out his words, but she couldn't.

He was right; her mother had lied to her that day…

"Not good." She croaked her throat dry from lack of water. "I'm not a killer."

Barbas gave several slow nods, and continued to circle her like a vulture circling his prey. "Oh Bianca…" he said with mock exasperation. "You're ever so stubborn. Most witches would have cracked by now…but not you. I'm not worried though…your time will come…" He paused. "You can't deny that deep down, you've always liked the feel of warm blood as it runs down your arm…it's satisfying, isn't it? You like it when your victim draws his last breath…you can't deny it…"

She said nothing.

"See…" the demon whispered. "You know that I'm right. I'm always right…"

"Barbas." A third voice said suddenly, breaking the demon away from his work. "You are dismissed for the remainder of the morning…I wish to have a few words with her."

Wyatt entered the cave and gestured for the demon to leave.

Barbas left, a slight frown on his face. He had been on a roll, and Wyatt had broken it…but it was not his place to question the new leader of the underworld.

"Happy New Year, Bianca." Wyatt said with a fake smile as he stepped in front of the young woman. "I hope that you're having as wonderful a day as I am…I've already killed one witch. The screams were so satisfying…"

As he spoke, Bianca could tell that what she had been dreading had indeed come true. Wyatt had managed to stop Chris' attack…there truly was no more hope.

She had suspected it last night…she had heard it last night…but she hadn't let herself believe it….not until now.

Regularly, she would have allowed herself to shed tears in a situation like this, but she was too weak even for that.

"I just thought I should let you know that I have captured my brother." Wyatt continued, his cold eyes dancing with twisted joy. "With your help, he will soon be at my side."

Bianca felt sick.

"I won't help you." She whispered, not bothering to look up. But there was no conviction behind her words. Was there any point resisting anymore? I seemed like Wyatt had already won…

Wyatt merely shrugged. "Oh, You will." He said confidently. "You're getting weaker everyday."

With a wave of his hand, Wyatt summoned a pitcher of crystal clear water and placed it on the cave floor several feet away from her.

"Looks good doesn't it?" he asked, raising a light eyebrow. "You can have it, Bianca. And all the food you can eat." He paused and took a few steps towards her. "I may even let my little nephew live…if you agree to join my side."

It was tempting…she was hungry, thirsty, exhausted…she wanted her freedom back…but, joining Wyatt was too high of a price to pay. She knew that she couldn't trust him…he would never spare the child…she knew that.

She had to keep fighting. For Chris…

Even if she died, at least she could go out knowing that she had not betrayed the man she loved.

"Think about it." Wyatt added with another shrug as he turned to leave the room. "I have other matters to attend to…I'll be back later…"

And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving Bianca in the silent cave with nothing but her own dark thoughts…

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Chris stared ahead into the darkness, feeling disoriented and afraid. He had woken up here a few minutes ago…but he had no idea where 'here' was. It was safe to assume that he was still in the underworld- Wyatt would want to keep him near.

He was on a surprisingly comfortable surface at the moment- if he didn't know better then he would have thought that it was a bed. His body was still weakened from the poison that had hit him yesterday, but he could tell that he had been healed soon after his collapse. Wyatt never had any intention to let him die- no, that would be too easy- in a way, that was what Chris had wanted. Wyatt just wanted him imprisoned…so that he could spend endless hours torturing him until agreed to turn.

But Chris would never agree to that. He wasn't like Wyatt…he could never be evil.

A million thoughts raced through his mind as he continued to look into the darkness.

What had happened to Katie?

Had the other's escaped?

Was Bianca still all right?

He could answer none of these questions. He was trapped. Alone. He had no way of finding out if those he cared about were okay.

Groaning in frustration, he forced himself to roll over and he waved his hand through the darkness, hoping to find something that would help him escape or at least tell him where he was. He had already tried his powers but they were of no use.

His hand hit a metal object and as he felt it he realized that it was a lamp. Suddenly excited, he searched for the switch. Being able to see was defiantly a good start.

He flicked it on, and, after adjusting to the sudden brightness his eyes widened in confusion.

The room was familiar.

Very familiar.

It was his room…the room he had had for years at the manor…or, at least, a copy of it.

This must have been one of Wyatt's twisted jokes. He knew that this wasn't his actual room; it may have appeared the same, but the feeling of it was much different.

It was an illusion.

Why was Wyatt doing this? It didn't make sense. He had been expecting torture, not this. Was his brother trying to bring about certain feelings…certain memories?

Everything was there.

Every detail had been copied.

A family portrait hung on the left wall next to photographs of old friends. His bed, his books, his old toys…all just as he remembered them.

Everything was in its exact place…

And the only thing missing, was the door.

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A/N. Phew. That was a hard one. But I'm so proud of myself; I updated both of my stories in one day! In case it wasn't too clear (and so you don't ask) Yes, Wyatt has killed Katie. I'm not actually describing it; the premonition was my round about way of showing it. The next couple chapters are going to be pretty Chris- Bianca centered and rather intense if I do them correctly. A few of the things I have mentioned earlier are going to become very important…Chapter 22 is particularly important. I warn you that my updates may be even slower, I have to do a few essay's I've been putting off and I want to make sure that the next chapters are good…please don't hate me!

(In chapter 24, I thought that I made the Robert betrayal thing a bit too clear…but people seemed to forget, lol. I totally understand, it's been awhile since then. I recommend reading the last bit of Chapter 22 just to remind yourself of something else I haven't mentioned in a while… )

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Darkness Amber – Well, Wyatt has sort of won…but this is NOT the last chapter. I have more…

And the sequel will be about Chris and Bianca in the alternate future with some similar challenges and some new ones, not a direct continuation of this story ;)

phoebe turner - Thanks again.

Alyssa T- More Bianca this time! Sorry she was left out for a bit. Glad you liked it!

charmedchick4eva- thanks. Yep, Wyatt does want Chris alive, obviously, it may have looked like he was dying, but Wyatt would not allow it, lol.

Angry Girl- it's hard to know exactly what Chris' powers are…I have my versions for this fic but I could very well be wrong. I haven't even seen all of season 6 tear

Patricia L. Bryans- hahaha, Your review was so amusing. Don't worry, I do like Star Wars…your comment was not an insult:) Thanks for reviewing!

Hmm, I seem to have about 6 or 7 readers left, but that's okay, I do it all for you guys! (I WILL finish this one day…I assure you:) )