Just let me die

Chapter 4 – The adorable tyrant

A/N Well I'm currently not able to go online, but I am able to write so I'm doing just that. Nothing to say because everything's already been said in the last chapter, that is still unposted but already written.

Disclaimer: Seriously, do the people even read them? Well it's not like I mind, because I have no problem with writing it, so here it comes: I don't own Charmed or any related Trademark. I do not have an official permission by anyone who does and I'm only writing this for fun. So I's really appreciate it, if you wouldn't sue me. (Hell it's really hard to hit the button for apostrophe on a German keyboard, did you notice?)

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Piper glared at the guy. Whoever it was she already hated him. He was wearing a disapproving look on his face and seemed to be thoroughly annoyed by their presence in this room. In this time.

"Who are you?", she asked him and before he could answer she continued, "and what do you mean 'white magic doesn't work here?'"

"Isn't it obvious what I mean?", he shot back with a cool and controlled voice. "White magic doesn't work in here", he repeated, pronouncing every word extremely carefully, as if she was a moron.

"And why not?", Paige asked as her defense mechanism kicked in. She had the strong feeling this was whoever had done these things to Chris.

"Because I cast a spell on it not to", he said and gave her a bored look.

"And why would you do that?", Phoebe asked, while she was trying to get a read of him.

"Because I didn't want it to work. And I still don't", he replied coolly. "By the way, your trying to read my feelings wouldn't work either in normal surroundings. I'm too strong for you" He had a smile on his lips during the last part of the sentence.

"How did you know?", Phoebe asked confused, not even noticing how arrogant the guy was. But still she tried again to read him. As she didn't succeed in that she tried to read someone else's feelings. She didn't get a read of her sisters and not of Chris but those were the people she never could read. What worried her was that she didn't pick up anything from Leo either and he hadn't taking any blocking.

"You're not the only telepath on the world, did you notice?", the blonde man asked her in an annoyed tone as he stepped closer.

"Care to tell us who you are?", Leo said in an angry voice while he still held his hands over the young whitelighter. He refused to believe that white magic didn't work here. Not because it was implausible but because he didn't like the attitude of that guy.

"Oh so you don't know?", he asked and raised one of his eyebrows in slight surprise. Then he looked around the room with a concentrated look on his face that looked very fake. "Must be the lighting in here. Should really improve that", he said rather to himself than to the others in the room, though it was quite clear that this was just show.

With a wave of his hand three huge bulbs of light appeared in the air. They were somehow like energy balls, but not exactly, because they didn't seem to be something offensive in any way. They did however lighten up the room considerably.

The four past people looked curiously at the man who was now a lot easier to see. He had quite long curly blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was very tall, even taller than Chris and that actually meant a lot. He looked at them as if he expected them to know now who he was. But neither the Charmed Ones nor Leo had any idea who this might be.

"Still no idea?", the man asked and seemed a little disappointed.

"Should we have one?", Paige asked him with a frown. She had no clue who this could possibly be.

"Of course you should! Well, ok, the last time you saw me I was probably a little younger, but still, a mother should recognize her child when she sees it" During the last part his eyes stayed fixed at Piper and an evil smirk crossed his face as her eyes widened in realization and shock.

"Bummer, huh?", he asked and seemed to be very pleased with himself at startling her.

"Wyatt?", she asked him in a voice that was barely audible.

"Yeah", he simply said and grinned as the others' eyes became even bigger than those of his mother.

Piper couldn't say a word. She looked in his cold blue eyes. It was true, she knew that immediately, the eyes were the same as her little boy had. But in her time the blue seemed to be warm and loving. In this man's eyes she could see nothing but evil, a cold and emotionless stare had replaced her little son's loving gaze.

"Surprised?", He asked and was obviously enjoying to shock his family. He stepped closer and kicked Chris in the side as he did so. He hit the huge infected wound on his side and the whitelighter let out a little groan. Actually it was the first sound he had made since their arrival, Paige noticed. But she still stared at the evil and mean man that her cute baby nephew was about to become.

Still no one answered him. Piper felt herself on the verge of tears. Was she such a horrible mother? Could she have failed so miserably? What had happened to make her baby boy become this… this… monster?

"But… but… but…", Leo stuttered, as he was unsure what to say or do now. This was just unbelievable.

"you know what? Let's go to a nicer environment, somewhere without that little piece of scum and a rotten head lying on the floor, then we can have a nice little family reunion talk", Wyatt asked with a sarcastic smile on his face. No one answered him. They were still too busy staring at him in disbelief.

He didn't care and seemed to be lost in thoughts for a moment. Then he waved dismissively and said, "ah what the hell. When we're here anyway we can good as hell take him up and fix him a little, so my demons can have a little fun with him again" During the last part of the sentence he grinned evilly again and looked at Chris' lower half.

The others were shocked as they realized what he meant, but before they could say anything or in Phoebe's case punch him in the face he waved his hands and shimmered them out of the cave.

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The place were they shimmered back into was far more agreeable than the room they just came from. This one was a huge hall with wood clad walls and a Persian carpet that looked all very expensive. In the middle of the room there was a huge wooden table with chairs that had very high backs, with the one at the head of the table having the highest one. All the others had the same size.

The room was lit by candles, that illuminated a warm and comfortable light, that made Phoebe loose a little of her tension, even though she didn't want to loose it. But she immediately noticed the, from her point of view most significant change in her environment. She could read the other's feelings again. Piper and Paige were still blocked and from the guy who claimed to be Wyatt (although she didn't believe this monster could have anything to go with her cute little nephew) she picked up nothing but blackness. She imagined it had to be his shield against attempts to read what he was really feeling. From Leo she picked up shock and denial and from Chris… hopelessness. The feeling was so intense and so absolute, that she almost started crying. She tried her best to conceal it, but no one was looking at her anyway, so it made no difference.

Paige's eyes were fixed on Wyatt, who held his left hand up an a weird way, but then she noticed Chris was not lying on the floor, he was hovering above it. She realized that Wyatt held him up by magic. "Why are you doing that?", Paige asked puzzled.

"Wouldn't want him to stain my carpet", he replied with a cocky smile on his face. He didn't wait for a reaction but turned to a demon who was standing next to the huge door of the room. "Take him to Jes and have him fixed a little. Not too much though, just to make him usable again. And tell her to report back to me, when she's finished", he ordered.

The demon nodded and said, "Yes my lord" before he used his own magic to push Chris out of the door and into the hallway.

As soon as they were out of sight Wyatt nodded to his past family and said, "Sit down"

None of them moved, because they were not going to take orders from him, but then he made a quick gesture with his hands and all of them were going to the chairs without wanting to do so. They sat down, and some strange magical force held them down, so they weren't able to stand up again.

Wyatt grinned and went to the biggest chair and sat down slowly.

"So you're from the past", he stated and looked in their faces one after the other, all of which were afraid of what he was planning to do now.

"What year?", he asked when none of them answered him. Still they showed no reaction and he began to get annoyed.

"I asked 'what year?", he said in a very cool and low voice that scared something in Paige so she answered hesitantly, "2004"

"I see", He said and seemed to drift away in his thoughts. "I shoulda known, though I mean it's obvious from aunt Phoebe's crappy hair", he said and looked at her. "Been giving me nightmares that stuff on your head", he continued and looked disgustedly at the hairdo that Phoebe loved so much for it was easy to handle and looked good. At least she had thought so until now.

But he didn't notice the hurt look on her face or rather didn't care and kept on talking. "That's the time Chris went to, isn't it?", he asked and the others nodded warily.

He seemed to think about that new piece of information and looked at the table deep in thought until he looked up again and asked, "So you're probably here to help him"

Again they just nodded. Piper didn't even know why she did that, but it she had the strong feeling not being able to lie to that man. He probably forced them to tell the truth by some sort of magic, but she had no idea, what that might be.

"You don't do time travel very often, do you?", he asked and looked at them curiously.

"Why?", Leo asked cautiously. In fact it was the first time he felt able to speak again after that man had told him he was Wyatt.

"Because, if you wanted to follow him right where Bianca took him, you're seven years late", Wyatt replied with an amused look on his face.

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A/N Sorry this chapter is kind of short too, but it's longer than the last one. At first I was planning to make it longer, but when I typed this last sentence it seemed like the perfect cut, because otherwise it would have become way too long.

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