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The Ties That Bind
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt strode confidently through the pot-holed, run-down streets; Kalister walking a pace behind to his left and barely spared a second for the huddled mortals that ran from his path. If they were witches he might have given them a few seconds notice, but they weren't. If they were witches they lived in the compound, unless they were part of the Resistance and the people that gazed at him did so with fear, not hate, and not even the stupidest member of the underground would be caught out when Kalister was around. The once good now thoroughly evil witch could feel deception like a sixth sense, and wouldn't stop to destroy the one from whom the deception came.
In the past three weeks since the 'battle', and Wyatt used the term in its loosest sense, he had planned and planned, thought out and accounted for as much as he could think of in order to ensure that, this time, the mission was a success. They were walking to the Manor Museum because he found that fresh air, such that it was, was always refreshing before a kill.
"You understand your mission?"
"Yes, my Lord."
When no further answer was forthcoming Wyatt asked for him to extrapolate.
"Slay the witches."
"Which ones? And the back-up plan? What is that?"
"Take out Christopher and Piper Halliwell. If possible, kill Phoebe Halliwell, Paige Matthews and Leo Wyatt. Caden Halliwell will disappear when Leo Wyatt or Piper Halliwell are killed. Back up if I am unable to kill Christopher and Piper I am to turn Caden and bring her back."
"Correct. Once you get to the past, close the portal and blink out. Do not engage right away."
"Let them fall into a false sense of security, yes, my Lord."
"Good, go. And do not fail me."
-
Chris levitated a blue block on top of the red, green and yellow ones already stacked and placed it down carefully.
"Take it away Wyatt!"
The nearly three-year-old toddler giggled, clapped his hands twice and kicked them down with a gleeful cry. "Agen! Agen!"
"I see you're teaching your brother very useful things there." Phoebe observed, smiling down at the scene. This would certainly be something to remember: a little brother twenty years older than his big brother, setting up square blocks for the sole purpose of amusing the toddler.
"It's very useful, Aunt Phoebe. It's uh, teaching him… very important block-building skills."
"Oh stop lying yourself blind you just want to play with the blocks too!"
Chris put a hand over his heart, a mock expression of horror playing across his face, "You caught me out! Please, please don't tell anyone!"
Phoebe laughed at that, and then harder at the indignant face he pulled next. "Where are your mom and sister?"
"Mom went to P3… and Cadey was munching on cookies in the kitchen."
Phoebe shook her head, completely bewildered, "I can't believe she like those cookies!"
"Hey! She won't be the only one!" said Chris, setting up the blocks all over again.
She raised her eyebrows in a manner reminiscent of Piper, "And who else will?"
"Fat chance, Aunt Phoebe." Chris picked up Wyatt and handed him to Phoebe, "Mom'll be back by eight."
"And where are you going?"
He shrugged, "To follow a lead."
"Hey! Get your orbed butt back here!" The orbs paid her no notice and carried on up and out of the Manor, leaving Phoebe to bounce Wyatt on her hip murmuring, "And what am I supposed to tell his mommy?"
"Don't?"
"I thought you were in the kitchen?"
"I moved."
-
Chris crept from shadow to shadow like a wraith, the slimy blood of the last demon to call his bluff splattered on his shirt. Sneaking around the city, dodging Wyatt's magic-detectors and cronies, meant he was actually quite good at it if he thought so himself and if need be it didn't matter anyway. He could make himself invisible at will again; the one power he definitely appreciated down here.
Just as his last informant said, before he so unfortunately bought the farm, his next (unwitting) ones were gossiping like schoolgirls.
Schoolgirls with very wrinkled mauve skin, no hair and armed with a variety of interesting weapons Chris had no intention of being on the wrong end of.
Edging closer he listened intently,
"…has been asking details on the Charmed Ones of late."
"Why? No one can do anything with that baby in the way. If it gets hurt we all get killed by its psycho mother."
Chris flexed a fist at the reference to Piper.
A third continued, "Oh but did you hear his plans? He's not after the twice-blessed child! He's after the mother Charmed One and their wretched whitelighter -"
Why thank you.
"I don't see how this is interesting, Lutier!"
"You couldn't know interesting if it bought six strangled puppies to your feet!"
The fourth one, dressed in splendid leather and spandex number, pushed the interrupting pierced female to the floor and told the two storytellers to continue.
"Anyway," said the second haughtily, "His theory is that without his precious mommy and with the work of the Charmed Ones he'll practically turn on his own and evil will flourish!"
"Two birds with one stone!" said the first pleasantly in a high-pitched singsong voice, "And they can't take retribution us since we never did anything to the child!"
All four demons clapped happily, their knives and whips and various other weapons swinging as they bounced and squealed high-pitched ear stinging squeals.
Chris turned away frowning, fear for his mother colouring his thoughts first and foremost. When was this attack going to come? Who was this demon they spoke of? An even worse (was that possible?) with Piper gone, Leo would go off the deep end again, the Power of Three would be broken and he wouldn't exist to care for Wyatt.
Whoever planned this was organized.
Too organized…pre-thought though, as if whoever this demon was knew each and every consequence.
Chris stalked off on silent feet and orbed back to the attic.
He would ready the sisters with as much knowledge, as many spells, potions, and whatever else he could think of -it was the only way he could think to prepare them for a demon who must have the power of premonitions. Stolen from a Seer, perhaps? There were none in his future who'd done that though… meaning there were none now.
Just what was going on exactly?
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Author's Note:
Review Thank You's and Replies To:
kk241289:
DarkAngel06: Thank you :) Here's the next bit!
Queen of the Elven City: I'm getting the idea you like the ironic lines best?
Sparkling Cherries: :LMAO:! Yes, it was a bit of change... from assassins to shopping, heehee, but they don't know that someone's after them. Hehe you made me blush with all yoru compliments!
ChArMeDcRaZiChIcK: Take it you're a baseball fan then? I've never understood baseball, but then again, the closest thing we have in the UK is Rounders and that's kinda pathetic. So when does the season finish? Just think.... loooong hours of sleep!
The Ties That Bind
Chapter Fourteen
Wyatt strode confidently through the pot-holed, run-down streets; Kalister walking a pace behind to his left and barely spared a second for the huddled mortals that ran from his path. If they were witches he might have given them a few seconds notice, but they weren't. If they were witches they lived in the compound, unless they were part of the Resistance and the people that gazed at him did so with fear, not hate, and not even the stupidest member of the underground would be caught out when Kalister was around. The once good now thoroughly evil witch could feel deception like a sixth sense, and wouldn't stop to destroy the one from whom the deception came.
In the past three weeks since the 'battle', and Wyatt used the term in its loosest sense, he had planned and planned, thought out and accounted for as much as he could think of in order to ensure that, this time, the mission was a success. They were walking to the Manor Museum because he found that fresh air, such that it was, was always refreshing before a kill.
"You understand your mission?"
"Yes, my Lord."
When no further answer was forthcoming Wyatt asked for him to extrapolate.
"Slay the witches."
"Which ones? And the back-up plan? What is that?"
"Take out Christopher and Piper Halliwell. If possible, kill Phoebe Halliwell, Paige Matthews and Leo Wyatt. Caden Halliwell will disappear when Leo Wyatt or Piper Halliwell are killed. Back up if I am unable to kill Christopher and Piper I am to turn Caden and bring her back."
"Correct. Once you get to the past, close the portal and blink out. Do not engage right away."
"Let them fall into a false sense of security, yes, my Lord."
"Good, go. And do not fail me."
-
Chris levitated a blue block on top of the red, green and yellow ones already stacked and placed it down carefully.
"Take it away Wyatt!"
The nearly three-year-old toddler giggled, clapped his hands twice and kicked them down with a gleeful cry. "Agen! Agen!"
"I see you're teaching your brother very useful things there." Phoebe observed, smiling down at the scene. This would certainly be something to remember: a little brother twenty years older than his big brother, setting up square blocks for the sole purpose of amusing the toddler.
"It's very useful, Aunt Phoebe. It's uh, teaching him… very important block-building skills."
"Oh stop lying yourself blind you just want to play with the blocks too!"
Chris put a hand over his heart, a mock expression of horror playing across his face, "You caught me out! Please, please don't tell anyone!"
Phoebe laughed at that, and then harder at the indignant face he pulled next. "Where are your mom and sister?"
"Mom went to P3… and Cadey was munching on cookies in the kitchen."
Phoebe shook her head, completely bewildered, "I can't believe she like those cookies!"
"Hey! She won't be the only one!" said Chris, setting up the blocks all over again.
She raised her eyebrows in a manner reminiscent of Piper, "And who else will?"
"Fat chance, Aunt Phoebe." Chris picked up Wyatt and handed him to Phoebe, "Mom'll be back by eight."
"And where are you going?"
He shrugged, "To follow a lead."
"Hey! Get your orbed butt back here!" The orbs paid her no notice and carried on up and out of the Manor, leaving Phoebe to bounce Wyatt on her hip murmuring, "And what am I supposed to tell his mommy?"
"Don't?"
"I thought you were in the kitchen?"
"I moved."
-
Chris crept from shadow to shadow like a wraith, the slimy blood of the last demon to call his bluff splattered on his shirt. Sneaking around the city, dodging Wyatt's magic-detectors and cronies, meant he was actually quite good at it if he thought so himself and if need be it didn't matter anyway. He could make himself invisible at will again; the one power he definitely appreciated down here.
Just as his last informant said, before he so unfortunately bought the farm, his next (unwitting) ones were gossiping like schoolgirls.
Schoolgirls with very wrinkled mauve skin, no hair and armed with a variety of interesting weapons Chris had no intention of being on the wrong end of.
Edging closer he listened intently,
"…has been asking details on the Charmed Ones of late."
"Why? No one can do anything with that baby in the way. If it gets hurt we all get killed by its psycho mother."
Chris flexed a fist at the reference to Piper.
A third continued, "Oh but did you hear his plans? He's not after the twice-blessed child! He's after the mother Charmed One and their wretched whitelighter -"
Why thank you.
"I don't see how this is interesting, Lutier!"
"You couldn't know interesting if it bought six strangled puppies to your feet!"
The fourth one, dressed in splendid leather and spandex number, pushed the interrupting pierced female to the floor and told the two storytellers to continue.
"Anyway," said the second haughtily, "His theory is that without his precious mommy and with the work of the Charmed Ones he'll practically turn on his own and evil will flourish!"
"Two birds with one stone!" said the first pleasantly in a high-pitched singsong voice, "And they can't take retribution us since we never did anything to the child!"
All four demons clapped happily, their knives and whips and various other weapons swinging as they bounced and squealed high-pitched ear stinging squeals.
Chris turned away frowning, fear for his mother colouring his thoughts first and foremost. When was this attack going to come? Who was this demon they spoke of? An even worse (was that possible?) with Piper gone, Leo would go off the deep end again, the Power of Three would be broken and he wouldn't exist to care for Wyatt.
Whoever planned this was organized.
Too organized…pre-thought though, as if whoever this demon was knew each and every consequence.
Chris stalked off on silent feet and orbed back to the attic.
He would ready the sisters with as much knowledge, as many spells, potions, and whatever else he could think of -it was the only way he could think to prepare them for a demon who must have the power of premonitions. Stolen from a Seer, perhaps? There were none in his future who'd done that though… meaning there were none now.
Just what was going on exactly?
-----------------------
Author's Note:
Review Thank You's and Replies To:
kk241289:
DarkAngel06: Thank you :) Here's the next bit!
Queen of the Elven City: I'm getting the idea you like the ironic lines best?
Sparkling Cherries: :LMAO:! Yes, it was a bit of change... from assassins to shopping, heehee, but they don't know that someone's after them. Hehe you made me blush with all yoru compliments!
ChArMeDcRaZiChIcK: Take it you're a baseball fan then? I've never understood baseball, but then again, the closest thing we have in the UK is Rounders and that's kinda pathetic. So when does the season finish? Just think.... loooong hours of sleep!
