Important! Important! This signals the beginning of Spin-Off Part 3: The Children of Darkness. In Chapter 14 (Part of the original storyline) I introduced the concept of the Children of Light (Part 2, Ch 22-41) and the Children of Darkness. This Part, Part 3, is the second, and final, spin-off. This will be approximately 20 chapters. It might seem sort of similar to Part 2 – some characters and concepts will be the same – but it's also different in many ways, as you will see.

As I work on this, I will also be working on the Vision of Utopia Mini Series, which will revolve around Melinda, Wyatt, Chris, and all related characters. I'll be updating other fanfics while I work on the MS, and as it comes along, I will inform you of how well it is going and leak out certain "details."

Don't kill me, but I can't do individual thank you's tonight. I have so much to do, I don't think I'm ever getting to bed. So let me do a quick big thank you to everyone, then get this chapter rockin' and rollin'.

To Swimmer07 and InTheForestsOfTheNights: My newest readers! Glad you guys enjoy it so far, and I hope you continue to enjoy it!

To my reoccurring readers: The thing Chris and Wyatt are hiding from Melinda will be discussed more in the upcoming Mini-Series. More details of the Mini Series will be revealed in time. Finally, Thank you all so much for your constant, tolerate, patient, and much-appreciated dedication to "A Vision of Utopia." It means the world to me!

On to A Vision of Utopia, Part 3: The Children of Darkness

PS: I took the first few pages/chapters from a previous sequel fanfic that I decided not to use. So if there are some inconsistencies, go with them. I'm making them fit in, so don't worry, they have a purpose.

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Melinda Halliwell's eyes scanned the mess that had once been San Francisco. Her expression hardened when she remembered how it had come to be like this. At eighteen, Melinda was the Source of All Evil. Wyatt was more powerful than anyone had ever imagined. Chris was completely good and fighting to save the world he knew and save Wyatt. Wyatt hated Chris's concept of "Good and evil" and wanted to either turn Chris or kill him – whichever came first.

Wyatt had made a deal with Melinda ; He'd let her live and remain the Source as long as she obeyed him in return. He had also promised not to hurt Chris. She had reluctantly agreed, if only to keep Chris alive so she had one true ally on her side.

Once in awhile, behind Wyatt's back, Melinda went to Chris to make sure he was all right. Bianca, his fiancée, had remained with him and was faithful to him. She worked for Wyatt, as well, and acted as a spy for the few Good beings that remained, the ones trying to fix the mess and vanquish Wyatt. However, the past few weeks, Melinda hadn't seen Chris. He seemed to have vanished and Bianca wasn't telling her anything. In fact, loyal, faithful Bianca was now a full time assassin for Wyatt and lived with him in Halliwell Manor, which dubbed as the Halliwell Museum.

Anger coursed through Melinda as she stared out at the city from one of the highest points in San Francisco. Fires raged all over the city; Buildings were abandoned, destroyed, and crumbling; most houses were now occupied by demons and the houses original owners were slaves to those demons. Sickened, Melinda looked towards Golden Gate Bridge. It had suffered many demonic attacks and was reduced to rubble. It was rusty and dirty. The middle had a huge chunk of road missing and what little road there was covered in potholes and debris. No one could come into, or leave, San Francisco via the Bridge. It isolated them and caused more terror and chaos.

"M'lady, you are needed," someone from behind Melinda stated, their voice quivering in fear.

Melinda turned and glared at the low-level demon standing behind her. With one flick of her wrist, she could send the demon flying. And with another, she could form a fireball and kill it in a matter of seconds. But she didn't. She'd see what it had to say and who needed her first.

"Who is summoning me?" she demanded, crossing her arms and glaring daggers at the pathetic creature.

Quivering, the demon managed to say, "W-Wyatt, M'lady. Wyatt is summoning you. He needs to speak with you."

"Tell him to come to me," Melinda replied coldly, turning her back on the demon. She would not go to him like a little puppy being called to its master.

"B-but he said for you to meet him at the Club, M'lady. He said he has urgent business to d-discuss with you and he needs you there," the demon said, cowering.

"Fine," Melinda snapped. "Go back to him and tell him I will be there shortly and if he cannot wait, tell him to come to me."

The demon bowed. "Y-yes, M'lady. I will, M'lady."

"Leave me," she replied angrily.

The demon shimmered out, relieved to be going. Melinda was not one to be crossed when she was angry. She might not be as powerful as Wyatt, the Twice-Blessed Asshole. But she was pretty powerful. Between her Charmed Powers, her powers from her half-demon father, and her Source powers, she was nearly unstoppable. Nearly.

She, too, had her own secrets and weaknesses. And one of those secrets was inside her at that very moment. It was something she had managed to keep hidden even from Wyatt, who seemed to know everything. She hadn't told anyone, not knowing whom she could trust and whom she couldn't. This secret, however, couldn't be kept much longer.

She glanced out at the charred remains of the once beautiful city again. It pained her to see it like this. Just because she was the Source did not mean she didn't care. The good in her from her mother's side was strong and often out-weighed the evil from her father. When she had to make decisions, she would go with the one that would keep her cover and keep others from questioning her motives. If she was forced to kill a witch or any other good being, she did, unless she could come up with a better use of the good being. It was a horrible thing to do, especially since she had witch blood in her own body, very powerful witch blood at that. But if it kept people from questioning her, she did it. It was the only way she could protect her cousin and anyone else in the city that she cared for.

With one last glance at the wrecked city, she shimmered to Wyatt.

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When Melinda arrived at the club, Wyatt was sitting at the bar, drinking some stale spelling vodka. She walked towards him, arms crossed. She sat at the bar, making her look of pure hate quit clear. Wyatt simply passed a beer towards her. She popped the top and sipped.

"You needed to see me?' she asked coldly.

"Summoned you," Wyatt corrected her, not even bothering to look at her.

Melinda narrowed her eyes. "You did not summon me. You sent a filthy low-level demon to tell me you needed to speak with me. I could have declined, but I decided to come. You did not, however, summon me here. I am not your puppy dog who will come to you whenever a bone is dangled in front of her."

Wyatt chuckled. "You never cease to amuse me, dear cousin."

"Would you just tell me why you summoned me?" Melinda demanded, sipping the beer again.

Wyatt was silent for a moment. "Chris has gone back into the past."

Melinda was in mid-sip and nearly choked on the drink as she heard these words. She stared at Wyatt in shock. "What?"

"Bianca informed me of it a few days ago. She told me he plans to try and keep my child-self from being lured to the dark side," Wyatt replied.

"But why? No one even knows what turned you. Well, except for you, maybe," Melinda said, frowning. "And why would he go, knowing that if you found out, you'd send someone to bring him back?"

"My brother is idiotic. That is all I can say," Wyatt answered, sounding calm as could be. "I summoned you here because I have a job for you."

Melinda scowled. "You didn't summon me! But I'm listening."

Wyatt smirked. "I want you to go back to the past and bring Chris back here. Bring him alive. He will pay for his stupidity with his life."

"What? But – no! You said you'd never hurt him. You said if I ruled by your side, you'd leave him alone," Melinda argued, fear gripping at her. The only reason she'd agreed to work with Wyatt was that he had promised to leave Chris alone. If Wyatt killed Chris, he'd be going against his word. But then again, that wouldn't surprise her.

"That was before he decided to play the part of the hero,' Wyatt countered. "I want you to go and get him and bring him back here. Understood? If you must, use your powers on him but don't kill him or you will be the one I murder."

"I won't go!" Melinda snapped. "I won't bring him back here if you're just going to kill him when he arrives."

"Are you betraying me, Melinda?" Wyatt asked, feigning sadness as he finally looked at her. He had four deep gashes on his cheek as if someone had scratched him with their hand. It was still bleeding. "If Chris comes willingly, I might reconsider killing him. But if he fights you, he will die. And if you fail to bring him back, you will die and I will send someone else to get him."

"Send someone else now," Melinda replied. "I'm not going."

"I don't want to argue with you, cousin. Do as you are told," Wyatt snarled, his eyes darkening with anger.

Melinda matched his stare except her eyes became completely black as they often did when a Source was angry. "Try and make me."

"I'll go."

Both Wyatt and Melinda turned to see who had spoken. It was Bianca, dressed in a too-tight black leather outfit with pants too low and too much cleavage showing.

"With your permission Wyatt, I'll go and get Chris," Bianca said, her face void of all emotion.

"Very well. Go. Bring Chris back alive. Strip him off his powers before you bring him to me," Wyatt replied. "And if you fail, you will die. Remember that, Bianca."

Bianca nodded. Wyatt held out a piece of paper for her and she took it.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A spell that will take you to him and one that will bring you back here. Now go," Wyatt replied.

Again, Bianca nodded and she left.

Wyatt smirked at Melinda. "I had wanted you to go. But Bianca is even better. She's an assassin by nature and she knows better than you."

"If you hurt him, I swear I'll vanquish your sorry ass to a hell dimension worse than the one you sent my father too!" Melinda snapped.

Wyatt blinked, looking surprised and caught off guard – not something that happened often. "I did no such thing. You're mother was the one who killed Belthazor." He frowned in confusion.

Melinda gulped. Where had that outburst come from? She had no idea! "Then, I'll just send you to a hell dimension, period."

"Maybe I am working you too hard," Wyatt wondered out loud, frowning. "Or, perhaps, you aren't functioning well, considering recent events."

Melinda frowned at him. "What do you mean?" But she had an odd feeling that he knew. That somehow, he had found out the one secret she had thought she could keep to herself. She had never meant for him to find out. She knew he'd use her to his advantage once he knew. Panic set in and she wondered who had told him or how he had found out.

"You know what I mean, cousin," Wyatt replied, smirking at her. "If you've forgotten, then I suppose it's because you've suffered one too many blows to the head. But I can't imagine how you could have forgotten so easily."

"I don't understand," Melinda replied, playing dumb. But instincts told her she should prepare to defend herself in case Wyatt pulled any stupid tricks. She prepared to defend herself and to get out of there as quickly as possible if need be.

Wyatt smirked. "You know what I mean. It doesn't surprise me that you aren't exactly with it lately and that you've been slacking. After all, being pregnant is a very big deal."