Wyatt after remembering his manner's and closing the door behind him, slowly swaggering down the empty hallway towards the stairs. He was giving Bianca a chance to race after him, even though he knew that she wouldn't. It wasn't her style. Quickly glancing back towards the door he sighed lightly feeling a slight pang of guilt. He hadn't wanted to be so harsh, but they had to learn, all of them. Hopping on to the top stair he quickly jogged down the first four flights, taking the last one slowly. As he descended into the front foyer he walked towards the door, rolling his eyes as he felt his brothers presence in the building. Knowing Chris was probably going to try and track him he raised a mental barrier that would knock him off of is brother, and his father's for that matter, radars. Feeling pleased with himself he swung the front doors open and walked out onto the crowded footpath. Seeing the police had cordoned off the area surrounding the dead man's boy and scene of the crime on the other side of the street, he swung on his heels and changed directions. Absentmindedly he walked through the surrounding streets, weaving his way in and out of the familiar surrounds. Although he didn't live here, he had spent enough time with Bianca over the past few years to come to know these streets as well as his own. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket he slowed down to a very slow walk, watching the people who hurried past them. Occasionally invading their personal thoughts for his own amusement and to feed his own curiosity. He chuckled lightly to himself as he listened to the petite brunette passing him, trying to convince herself that she didn't actually want to eat the packet of cookies she had just purchased at the corner store. Shaking his head he continued, being raised around plenty of women didn't secure knowledge of their wacky ways.
Looking up he tried to work out exactly where he was, spotting the café he and Bianca frequented he turned left and walked in the opposite direction. Breaking into a slow jog as he crossed the street. Enjoying the anonymity. None of the pathetic humans surrounding him knew how powerful he was. For all they knew the tall, curly haired blue eyed, blonde was no more than some poor sap, stuck in a similar monotonous routine as them. He grinned boldly, he knew no one could touch him, he knew that no demon would be foolish enough to attack him, not in broad daylight and not in the middle of a crowded street. His family couldn't find him and that was the one thing in particular that counted. As long as he wanted he could avoid them all. His family and girlfriend who were continually prying, the demons who wanted to end his life. For now, he could avoid them all, he could live his own magic free life. Stopping he looked upwards and smiled impishly, wondering if the peeping elder's knew what was going on. Shaking his head and laughing aloud he kicked up his heels, causing the people around him to stare. He heard utterances of 'crazed fool', 'damn kids', and other various comments, but none the less he continued on his way. Rounding the corner his jaw dropped slightly and he tried quietly to back out of the empty ally way before someone noticed him.
"And here he comes right on time." the tall darkly dressed stranger noted in a long drawn out sentence. "The progeny of a Charmed One and a whitelighter. I guess that would be why were here."
Pointing around him several other dirty fiend like characters stepped out from behind whatever dingy hidey holes they had climbed into. Annoyed Wyatt raised his hands to show he was at the least unarmed and that he wanted nothing to do with the situation.
"That's not going to work 'Prophecy Boy'." the darklighter spat as he raised his bow, an arrow aimed directly at Wyatt's heart. "I'm a crack shot, so don't struggle."
"For Christ sake, you call me 'Prophecy Boy'?" he challenged. "I can only assume that you know who I am then and you seriously think that a stupid ass darklighter arrow is going to kill my ass?"
"I see were proficient with the English language." a husky voice called from the shadows.
"What the hell is going on?" he demanded. "Is this piss off Wyatt day or something because I'm more than ready to kick all your asses."
"Oh I don't think that's going to happen love," the voice said as she stepped out to reveal herself as a tall leggy blonde.
"I should have smelled your stank ass from a mile off." he said unamused as he rolled his eyes. "So Julie, what's up? Why do you have, what is it 6 darklighters holding their weapon of choice at me?"
"What's up?" she repeated, scoffing at the sentiment behind it. "My, my Mr Halliwell, do I detect a slight case of selective amnesia here. Should I be pissed that you never called?" she asked coyly, seductively biting her fingertip.
"You've got to be kidding me? That's why your going to let these idiots who couldn't even handle a pogo stick try to take me out?" This time it was he who scoffed, loudly. "Screw you, I'm out of here."
Julie waited until he had turned, and almost reached the end of the alley. Waiting for the right moment to retaliate to his last comment.
"Been there, done that." she said with a musical lilt. "Don't kill him, just hurt him a little." she told the darklighter who had welcomed Wyatt earlier. Smiling as he snidely grinned at her before running off down the ally towards Wyatt. Simply waving over his shoulder for his company to follow. Julie waited for them to reach the end of the alley before shimmering out, leaving the now empty ally echoing with her twisted cackle.
"'Prophecy Boy'." the dark lighter called as he raised his hand, connecting with the back of Wyatt's skull before he could turn around to defend himself. "Ah king hit." he laughed.
"You bastard." Wyatt cried jumping up. Lowering his shoulder he charged the darklighter that had hit him, sending him flying into a wall. Passers by barely took notice of the scuffle as the other's joined their leader by kicking and punching Wyatt wherever they could.
"Get off me." Wyatt roared as they continued to lay into him. Feeling he had no other choice he orbed out from under them. Hearing them yell out 'Coward' as he trailed through the air. Screw the consequences, he wasn't going to let those animals beat him to death as they had so vehemently told him repeatedly with their thoughts. As he rematerialised on top of one of the buildings a few blocks away he quickly wiped at the blood falling from his nasal passage, for the second time that day looking down into his hand to see tiny rivers of blood forming, interestedly he watched as the liquid spilled along the preset canals that were the more defined lines of his palm.
"So the most powerful creature in the world flees from no more than would be thugs?" Julie asked from behind him.
"Piss off." he snarled, not even turning to see if she was alone, he could tell she was.
"Now come on Wyatt, you weren't saying that the other night now where you?" she asked indignantly.
"Do you have to bring that up? It was a mistake and you know it." he snapped finally turning around to look at her. Taking in her form, watching her as she gracefully walked towards him. Holding up his hand the look in his eyes told her not to come any further.
"This is all because of her, isn't it?" she asked. "That little witch, no matter what you do or say too her, it all comes from some deep knowing sense that you need her." Julie almost choked on the last few words, laughing as she spat them at him.
"Well, well. How the mighty have fallen." she quipped. "Tell me, you could do anything you want. Have anyone you want. But you choose to be whipped? Because that is too much."
Wyatt glared at her, his eyes lashing at her with unspoken words of fury. Unable to literate what he was actually thinking he stared her down. Slowly making his way towards her.
"Your going to rue the day you came after me." he told her in a low growl. Grabbing at her wrist with one hand, pulling her in close he kissed her hard. Secretly conjuring a nine inch blade in his free hand. Pulling back he smiled at her knowingly.
"See that's what I don't get you can kiss me like that, then run back to her. She's weak. She doesn't deserve you." she told him.
"So that's what this is all about?" Wyatt asked. "And here I was thinking it was because I didn't call. Your jealous."
"I am not. She's unworthy of you. Turning her back on her own kind, on her heritage. She's a pathetic excuse for a magical being of any kind." Julie's eyes widened with pain as she looked down. Watching as Wyatt twisted the blade into her abdomen.
"You should have learnt to keep your filthy mouth shut." he told her. Slowly closing his free hand, watching her face as it contorted while she struggled. He felt the life leave her body, throwing it carelessly onto the ground, hearing it dissipate on contact. Angrily he ran his hands through his hair. Helplessly looking around, wondering if the darklighters knew the real reason why she sent them after him. Throwing his hands up he let out a loud bloodcurdling scream.
"Well, well. If it isn't the little bitch who ran away screaming."
Wyatt didn't even bother responding to this one, he knew how many were there and he wasn't in the mood for games. Turning he shook his head, simply raising his hands like his mother did and letting the pent up feelings of frustration and anger blow them all into a million indiscernible pieces. The only lingering remanent of any of them, their piercing screams on the air.
Letting out one long cool breath he knew he needed healing, even being as powerful as he was he couldn't do that. Closing eyes he tried to make a decision, he could go to the woman he loved and let her watch over him, then eventually calling his father. Or he could go straight to his father. Letting out a snort he orbed to the door he so callously closed earlier. Slowly raising his knuckles to the door, he rapped lightly on it. Hearing muffled voices he could sense that Chris was still in there, but that pretty much confirmed it.
"Bianca open the door." he called. Hearing her light footsteps scramble for the door he propped himself against the door jam.
"Wyatt?" she asked surprisedly as she opened the door. "Oh my God, Wyatt. Chris, help me."
Tiredly he fell onto Bianca's shoulder as she tried to help him in, letting Chris help to pull him over to the couch.
"Wyatt what the hell happened?" Bianca asked as she tenderly touched the cuts on his face.
"The usual." he said shrugging as he looked at the material on the chair, slowly letting his fingers trace the corduroy down as far as his hand would allow it. "Darklighter attack."
Bianca looked up at Chris, the worried look on their faces anything but admissible.
"Wy, baby?" Bianca started, stopping as Wyatt raised his hand.
"Don't worry they're all dead." he told her, before looking up at Chris. "What's the problem little brother, worried I'm being seduced by the dark side? This isn't Star Wars you needn't worry."
A/N: Since I'm not quite here right now, I thought I'd leave an ominous type message. Someone who will at some point be reading this may or may not have noticed the use of her name. Yeah I know wasn't I creative? Anyway, seriously in need of critique here, does this chapter even make an ounce of sense? My brain is so scattered at the moment I can't even tell anymore. :(