Wyatt sat alone in his chambers, still thinking about his most recent conversation with his little brother. He had not expected Chris to embrace him with open arms…but he had still be rather taken aback by the excessively cool reception he had received.

The boy was more stubborn than he thought. More like their idiot of a father.

He had spent far too much time around the whitelighters and he had been brainwashed into believing all of those stupid ideas about 'good' 'evil' and 'morality'.

It made no sense to Wyatt…how could Chris still feel remorse for the death of a boy who had tortured him for years. Robert had made Chris' life hell…so that was where Wyatt had sent him. He had been expecting some thanks for that. He had done Chris a favour after all…and yet, his brother had continued to react with anger.

He had said that he hated him…

Wyatt still refused to believe that that was true.

Chris had just been trying to appear strong…to demonstrate his annoyance. Wyatt still cared for Chris, and he knew that his brother felt the same…even if he didn't realize it at the moment.

He would.

Soon.

Even sooner if he managed to convince Bianca to join his side. The girl was his brother's greatest weakness. He had known that for months. Even if the memories and the 'brotherly chats' didn't manage to sway Chris, she would.

With a sigh, Wyatt orbed from the chamber, eager to move his plan ahead as quickly as possible…

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"Leo? Sir? Are you okay?" A voice asked from the other side of the wooden door.

It was yet another witch, coming to check on the devastated elder.

"Yes." He replied gruffly, his voice suggesting that he did not want to be asked again.

He hadn't left his room in two days…he could understand why the witches were worried…but he didn't care anymore. He wanted to be left alone, to wallow in his self pity until he finally faded away…

Chris was gone…

Katie was dead…

He was a failure. He was a failure as a father…a failure as a leader…and a failure as an elder. He had let everyone down. The hopes of all those who had looked to him for guidance had been shattered along with his own in only an instant.

Nothing mattered now. Everything that had once given meaning to his life had been taken away.

Taken away by Wyatt…

His son.

The thought still brought forth a wave of nausea within him. He had known of Wyatt's turning for quite some time now- he had seen first hand what horrible acts his oldest child had committed- and yet, a part of him still did not want to accept it. Wyatt had been born the most powerful being of good the world had ever seen…how could he have turned so far down the wrong path?

How could he have turned to evil?

It was pointless to ponder this question…he knew that…

He would never find the simple explanation he so desired. A person did not turn as a result of one specific event. It took a life time of pain, confusion and devastation to lead them astray.

The death of his mother…the childhood full of demons…

A father that was never there…

A father that had never shown how much he cared…

Maybe these things could begin to explain why Wyatt had lost all sense of right and wrong. Maybe, it was Leo that was primarily to blame…

Maybe if he had spent time with his son, then none of this would have happened.

But it was no good to deliberate the 'maybes'.

The past was gone…there was nothing that he, or anyone else could do to change it now.

All he could do accept his horrible fate. Accept that Wyatt was evil…accept that Chris was gone…

He didn't want to accept it.

Not yet.

Leo stared down at the picture frame; the only decorative object that remained in his dreary room. Things had been so much simpler when this photo had been taken. His beautiful wife, his innocent children…they stared back at him with hope etched in their faces. If only they had known what a horrible fate awaited them all…

They wouldn't have been smiling…

He lifted a shaking finger and ran slowly it down the side of the picture.

"I love you." He whispered, looking at the perfect family he had lost. "I love you all."

But the words were useless now and they fell to deaf ears.

He should have been there when it mattered…he should have been with his family…

Maybe then, his words would have made a difference.

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The room was dark.

A single candle to her left was the only source of light, and the weak flame provided only minimal illumination.

But Bianca didn't need the light to find her victim.

All she needed, were her instincts.

They had been trained for situations such as these…

The cool metal of the dagger gave her a reassuring sense of familiarity as she slowly circled the room.

She could sense her prey now…the person was coming closer by the second.

Soon, she would plunge her dagger directly into their heart and complete her mission. It would be another job well done. Her coven would be proud of her…her mother would be proud of her…and she would be proud of herself.

She couldn't deny it…nothing was more exhilarating then a successful kill. She could see it now…

The warm blood of her victim pooling slowly on the thick carpet…

The final sparks of life fading from his eyes…

Just the thought of it brought a smile to her lips.

What her mother had told her as a child had been wrong…she did feel something when she killed…

She felt joy.

Pride.

Satisfaction…

This was what she had been born to do.

A slight movement caught her eye, putting her suddenly on high alert. She was close now- very close. Her movements were fluid, her steps were silent. She was like a deadly cat…stalking its prey…ready to pounce…

She could hear the heart beat of her victim now. He was afraid…he knew that she was here…

It was time.

In the blink of an eye she drew back her dagger and drove it into his chest.

Into his beating heart…

He cried out in agony, but she did not relent. She forced him to the floor and stabbed again. And again. She could feel a warm splash of blood trickle down her arm. She could hear his breathing grow ragged and slow.

He was dying…he was in excruciating pain…

She had done her job well.

Standing up, Bianca roughly flung his weak body into the small glow of the candle…

She had always liked to see the expressions of terror she caused…but this time, as she looked down at the dying man, she was the one who was filled with terror…

Her victim…

The one she had stabbed with such brutality…

Was Chris.

Overwhelming grief welled up inside of her as she flung her self down at his side. Even in the dim light she was stuck by his handsome features…his perfection.

He had been the only man she had ever loved…

Bianca gave a cry of agony as she stared down at his blood soaked form.

She had given into her instincts- her desires- and she had paid dearly. He was dying…and she was the cause…

She had done this.

She was to blame.

"Why?" Chris gasped, the life quickly fading from his voice. His eyes were clouded over in confusion and pain "Why, Bianca? All I did was love you…"

She reached down with a shaking hand and touched the side of his face…he was dying…her angel was dying…

It was all her fault.

"I'm so sorry." She sobbed, the tears streaming down her cheeks as she watched his green eyes close for the last time. "I'm so sorry Chris…"

But she could not be forgiven.

Not by him.

Not by her self.

Not by anyone.

She was a monster. A cold blooded killer…

Chris had been right…all he had ever done was love her…despite all that she was…and in the end, it had brought only death.

They had been fools to ever believe that they could ignore their natures…ignore their true selves.

An angel and a demon were not meant to be.

Good and evil were not meant to be.

A love like that, could only end in tragedy…

Her body still shook as the images faded and she was slowly brought back into her prison. It had been so real…so vivid…

She looked down at her hands, expecting to see his blood still covering them…

Her heart beat calmed slightly as she realized that they were clean…that it had not actually happened. But she still felt the fear strong inside of her.

She knew that she was a killer. She knew that that was the reason she had been brought into the world.

She had spent so long trying to convince herself that she was the only one that could determine her own destiny…that no one was born with a predetermined fate…

But she had been a fool.

"That." Barbas' voice whispered suddenly in her ear. "Is your greatest fear. Isn't it Bianca?"

He paused and let his hot breath flow down her neck.

"You fear that one day, you will loose control…let your true nature out…"

She shivered involuntarily.

"And that maybe, Chris, will be the one to receive your wrath." The demon slowly moved forward so that his cool grey eyes could look directly into her brown. "You can't keep your desires locked in forever, Bianca. One day, you will let them out…and if your little whitelighter happens to be unlucky victim, that would be quite sad indeed…wouldn't it?"

His words filled her with a fresh wave of horror. He was right; she couldn't control herself forever…she couldn't deny her nature…

"It doesn't have to be that way, Bianca." Another voice said suddenly from behind her.

Her heart rate quickened.

Wyatt had arrived…

She had known that he would be coming back soon…to tempt her again…

She didn't know if she had the strength to resist him anymore…

"You don't have to live with that fear…" he continued as he slowly stepped into view and signalled for the demon to leave them alone. "I have a way that you could avoid all of that pain."

The two locked eyes and the sound of Barbas' fading footsteps were all that could be heard for several long seconds.

She wanted to know…she had to know…

"How?" Bianca croaked, speaking aloud for the first time in a long while.

With a wide grin, Wyatt took a few steps towards the worn young woman and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He could sense his victory. He had managed to break her…

"It's simple." He replied, his eyes not leaving hers. "It's what I've been saying all along. Join me…and all of your problems will be solved."

Bianca looked down at the cave floor- the thought of giving up filled her with such pain, but she was beginning to believe that there was no other way. Maybe Wyatt was right. Maybe this would be for the best.

It was her only chance to save the baby…

To save her own life…

"Join me, Bianca." Wyatt began again. "And I will make sure that you receive all that you yearn for. You can go on missions for me. Missions that will fill your darkest desires…and avoid your darkest fears…" he paused. "You know that you still long to kill, Bianca. This is the only way that you can put your skills to good use and ensure that you do not harm those you love…ensure that you do not harm Chris…"

He trailed off and allowed her several quiet seconds to think over what he had said.

She had just seen her greatest fear…she had just felt pain like no other…and she knew that she would do anything to avoid it…

Bianca drew a shaky breath. "Do I get to be with Chris?" she asked. "Will you let us stay together…with the child?"

"Of course." He replied, a smile across his lips. "I want my brother to be happy, and you make him happy. I would never keep you apart. But, you will have to help me convince him that joining me really is for the best. I know that you see it now…see that this is the only way. We will need to help him see it too."

She hesitated slightly before nodding. "I…I can try." She replied, her voice barely a whisper. "But I don't know if he ever will."

"He must." Wyatt said, finally lifting his hand off of Bianca's shoulder and taking a few quick steps across the room. He paused, as if in thought, before continuing. "I know that you will convince him Bianca…you have to make him see that this is the only way you can be together. He wants that…more than anything…I know he does…"

"Does he really?" she asked, a lump slowly beginning to form in her throat.

After all that she had seen over the course of her imprisonment, she now found it hard to believe that Chris could love her. How could he? How could anyone?

She found satisfaction in death. She had been born with a destructive purpose…

The self doubt that had always bubbled inside of her had been subdued since that night, many months ago, when he had orbed into her apartment. She had been sure that their love was not meant to be…but he had held her in his arms and convinced her that things would be okay…that they could over come any thing.

She had believed him…she had let herself get carried away with her dreams of the perfect life with the perfect man.

Fantasy had always been easier to believe than reality.

Reality hurt.

Reality was cruel.

Her imprisonment had proven that…

And her doubts had returned, stronger than ever before.

She knew that even if her body recovered from this ordeal, she would never be able to go back to the way she had been. She could never let herself be carried away by her blissful fantasy ever again. She couldn't go back to the imaginary self she had created.

Her only hope for any shred of happiness now was to accept Wyatt's offer. She would have Chris…and she would be able satisfy her predetermined purpose.

Wyatt was right…this was the only way…

"He wants you, Bianca, and you want him." Wyatt said suddenly, breaking her away from her dark thoughts. "I'm willing to let you both have what you want. All you have to do is get him on my side…on our side. If you don't, then he will leave you…he will realize that you are not as reformed as he once thought…he will be lured away by my father…he will abandon you…"

Bianca's head spun with a thousand thoughts.

Wyatt was right. He had won…he would always win…

She needed Chris.

She loved him.

This was her only way to get what she wanted most…

"Take my hand." Wyatt whispered, extending towards her. "Take my hand and all of your pain will end."

Her body shook and her mind filled with the one image that had kept her alive through all of this…Chris…

She would do anything to be with him…

Even this…

She was weak.

Tired.

Sick.

Dying.

This was the way out…

Summoning the last of her strength, Bianca slowly raised her arm and reached out for the hand in front of her. She moved towards it, full of both fear and hope. It felt so right, and so wrong at the same time. But she was too beaten to care anymore. Too beaten to pay attention to her doubts.

All she wanted now, was for this pain to end.

Her hand closed on his and she looked slowly up into his cool dead eyes. He smiled ever so slightly, and the entire world plunged into darkness…

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A/N Sorry guys, but you knew it was gonna happen. Don't judge her…I think most people would to that in that extreme situation. And don't worry; she hasn't necessarily turned for good. And sorry that Leo hasn't taken any action yet. I still think it's a bit early for that...

Sorry about the wait. Major writers block on this one. I started quite a few times before I managed to actually get going. Don't expect an update for a while…I have A LOT of school work to catch up on…but I swear that after I write my three essays, I'll get right back into this ;)

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