Bianca awoke bright and early the next morning. For one short moment she felt totally peaceful. That was until the reality of the world came back to her, knocking her out of the careless thoughts of slumber. She laid there for a moment before sighing deeply and pulling the covers off of herself and getting out of her extremely comfortable queen sized bed. At least Wyatt had given her a great place to live, but that thought made her feel guilty. How could she think about such trivial things like that?

Grabbing a hairtie off of her bedside table, she put her hair up, and then walked into the kitchen where she opened up the refridgerator and contemplated what to have for breakfast. The orange juice looked appealing to her, so she grabbed it and filled up a small glass she had taken out of the cupboard beside the fridge. As she looked through the cupboards in search of some cereal, her thoughts drifted back to the events of the previous night.

After Chris and her had left the House of Beer they had taken a nice walk in the moonlight. Bianca felt extremely odd about the whole situation. Although she was being forced to attract Chris, she felt like she wasn't. They had talked on the walk, and Bianca had enjoyed the nice small talk. Bianca hadn't had a boyfriend in ages, and didn't plan on having another one. She couldn't get attached to Chris, or it would make her job impossible. This was something that she had to do and nothing else could get in the way of that.

It was then that Wyatt orbed into the kitchen and stood across from her on the other side of the bar in the center of the room. He smiled at her, as evil as ever, and leaned on the sideboard.

"How'd it go last night?" he asked her curiously.

Bianca shifted uncomfortably before turning to face him. "Fine, he was drowning his sorrow just like you said. I danced with him and then he walked me home."

"Good, my brother doesn't like girls who give it up easy. He's a proper man, so remember that." said Wyatt looking pleased with her.

"Is there anything else you wanted? Because if you don't mind I'd like to take a shower." Bianca said forcefully.

"Now now, no need to be pushy. I could always join you." replied Wyatt with a suggesting grin. He knew that would never happen, but it was fun to tease her. "I'm planning an attack today, on the homeless center on 48th. I want you to go and stop my demons. Chris will be there and see you...and think you're a good witch."

"I am a good witch." shot Bianca angrily.

"Right, sorry I forgot." Wyatt said sarcastically. "After that he'll probably want to spend more time with you. I think that would be a very wise idea."

"Okay, now can leave bastard." Bianca snapped with anger.

Wyatt backhanded her, splitting her lip. "Watch your mouth." he said before orbing out.

(Homeless Center)

The door to the homeless center flew off the hinges as it was kicked down by a tall man. Elaine Wellings was the director at the center, and was started by what was happening. She watched as a man that was new to the center ran over to the group of men now barging into the building from the doorway. Then one of the strangers stabbed him with a double sided knife.

"No!" shouted Elaine as she saw the guy crumple to the floor in a bloody mess.

Screams could be heard throughout the building as the men ran in various directions. They started slaughtering people left and right. Frantically, Elaine hid under her desk in fear, not knowing how these people could do such a thing. She knew that the city was getting worse by the day, but why here? Why hurt all these innocent people who were just trying to find their place in the world. And here she was, cowering underneath her desk, praying to god that she would make it through the attack.

Then out of nowhere a man appeared out of thin air right in front of her. An evil smile adorned his face as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her out from underneath the desk.

"You must be Elaine." cooed the demon revealing his rotted yellow teeth.

"Oh my god, how did you know?" screamed Elaine as she felt her scalp starting to bleed under the man's tight grip.

The demon laughed before taking the tip of his athame and placing it against the name tag on her pink cardigan. "I thought someone like you would be a little bit smarter."

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do anything...I swear!" Elaine cried in fear as tears slid down her face.

"Sorry, but Wyatt told me to be especially rough with you my sweet." he replied with a sickening laugh.

Bianca appeared behind the demon and grabbed him by his trenchcoat. She lifted him up into the air and threw him over the desk. When he stood up she just glared at him, before hurling an energy ball. He burst into flames and disintegrated.

"And I'll be extra rough with you." she said as he was vanquished.

"Oh lord...thank you!" said Elaine with wide eyes as she placed a tissue on her bleeding head. "You have to help the others...they're back there!"

"Of course...there's always more." sighed Bianca before turning on her heel and hurrying into the next room of the large homeless center.

(Different part of the building)

Chris orbed into the center seeing many bodies on the floor. He felt a pang of guilt inside of him as he blamed himself, wishing he could've gotten here sooner. So many were dead already, and he could still hear the demons having their fun somewhere in the building. Their sick laughter rang through the halls, but with it came the screams of pain of their victims. As he walked toward the sound he was lead down a long narrow hallway. Walking by a door, he heard a thud, almost like a knocking sound.

Prepared for what he might find on the other side of the door, he turned the doorknob and opened it up. Chris saw a pair of large eyes gaze at him before the bloody corpse of a young girl, teenager most likely, fell into his arms. Blood seeped from various stab wounds. Chris jumped, and she fell to the floor, her green eyes gazing at him. He could see the lifelessness in her. Tears welled in his eyes as her body reminded him of the day, all those years ago, when he had held his mother's body.

"No...I'm sorry." cried Chris deliriously, bringing himself back to the night it had happened. The night his mother had been taken away from him.

Its all your fault...whispered a distant voice in his mind, barely audible above the screaming and laughter.

"Why didn't I save you? Oh god, what have I done?" yelled Chris as he grabbed onto the walls for support. His arms and legs started to tremble, his temples throbbing with pain. The room started to spin in front of him and the screams became louder, the sounds ringing in his head.

"NO!" shouted Chris as he started to fall. Then, someone caught him.

"Chris!" said Kyle as he supported his nephew. This was the first time Chris had reacted like this to a dead body. Granted, it did fall on him and all, but still it had startled Kyle to see him like this.

"What's happening...to me?" asked Chris as he put his hand against the wall and tried to support himself.

"I don't know, but we have to hurry. I know you're not okay right now, but there's a girl in there fighting them off by herself." said Kyle not wanting to bring Chris into battle at that point, but he had no choice in the matter.

His head was still searing with pain, but Chris wasn't prepared to let anyone else die. He had to save her, no matter what it took. "Lead the way." he said to his uncle.

Kyle wasted no time, as he broke into a sprint, leading him into the room at the end of the long hallway. They ran into the large recreation room where a young woman stood, fending off a group of demons by herself.

"I'm surprised she lasted this long." said Kyle as he strted in her direction, looking for someone to heal.

"Oh my god...Bianca?" said Chris as he ran in toward her, immerging into the rang of fire.

A fireball was shot at him, but his easily deflected it back at the demon, vanquishing it. Bianca was turned to face a demon in front of her, and a demon to her right was about to throw an energy ball at her. Chris quickly flung out both of his hands, blowing up the demon. Bianca turned around, not knowing who had defended her. She pretended to act shocked when she saw Chris standing behind her.

"Chris?" she asked him.

Chris flicked his hands, freezing the room. "Bianca, I had no idea you were a witch." he said shocked.

"Yeah, well we can talk later. What're we going to do about these guys?" questioned Bianca indicating the frozen fiends.

He grabbed her hand and started to chant, "Your destruction we wish to refrain, may your death be full of pain!"

The demons all writhed in pain before they bursted into flames and were sent to oblivion.

"Lets talk."