Flipping the aged pages of the Book of Shadows, Wyatt posed his pen on the tip of his teeth as his bright blue eyes scanned the page, blinking irritably as the air stung like a fine paper cut. Cursing lightly he leant back into the old sofa and pulled the book onto his lap. Pursing his lips as he slid the pen behind his ear and cocked his head to one side. Lightly running his finger over the familiar writing of his mother. Running his palm heavily over his eyes he almost jumped when Chris orbed in front of him.

"What are you doing here?" he yawned, throwing his head back.

"Filling you in on the extremely little amount of information I got from my so called Underworld contacts."

Wearily lifting his legs onto the makeshift table in front of him, Wyatt reclined slightly to make himself comfortable before looking to his younger brother. Eying him as though annoyed that he hadn't already started his report.

"None of them have heard of any demon called 'Arnon'. Which leads me to think that maybe that wasn't even his name, since when have demons ever come out up to us offering information about themselves?"

Throwing his arms up into the arm, Wyatt shook his head despondently. Laughing loudly as his head fell back to rest on the sofa cushion that had pushed itself up slightly at the back.

"How long since you've slept?" Chris asked innocently. "Or showered? Have you even eaten today?"

Glaring disapprovingly at Chris from the corner of his eyes, Wyatt resumed his former activity of scanning the book for answers.

"You've read it from cover to cover God knows how many times." Chris yelled abruptly. Telekinetically throwing the book off of his brothers lap.

Loudly slapping his thighs, Wyatt cast a warning glance to Chris before stalking loudly over to the book and picking it up tentatively.

"Have you no respect?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Have you lost your mind?" Chris snapped back. "I have been out there for the last two days risking my neck to find out anything I can to help you and your refusing to even help yourself."

"Excuse me Christopher?"

"Excuse yourself you sanctimonious bastard. You have someone who loves you so much it hurts downstairs, a beautiful baby boy, both of whom need you more than I think you realise and all you can do is lock your self up in the attic reading the fucking Book of Shadows from cover to cover wearing yourself out. I would kill to have your life and here you are ready to give it away with both hands because your too God damn scared to do anything that requires balls. You're a fucking pathetic shell of what you once were. You have all this power inside of you and your too scared to use it. What a waste."

Walking towards the attic door he heard a heavy thud behind him, slowly turning he saw Wyatt crumpled on the floor. Holding himself up with one arm as his eyes stared at the weather beaten floorboards beneath him.

"You think to judge me?" he asked softly, slowly looking up to Chris' confused green eyes. "You think you know anything about what's going on up here?" he asked louder pointing to his head. "You don't know anything."

"So you always like to tell me. How about for once, you actually tell me something that can help you?"

"You can't help me Chris. You heard that 'Arnon' character, he already knows how to get to me. He's been in here before which means he can get in here again, which means unless I find someway of getting rid of him, I'm going to lose the two people I love most in the world because for once in my life the powers I posses can't do a God damn thing to stop him."

"Where are you getting this from? You have never had any problems vanquishing demon's before what makes you think that just because some smooth talking creature who thinks he knows you said he knew what your greatest weakness was, can't be defeated by anything less than a vial full of wormwood."

Rolling his eyes at Chris' attempt to lighten the tension in the room Wyatt slowly pushed himself up off the floor and moved towards the window.

"What are you really afraid of Wy?" Chris asked watching him carefully.

Crossing his arms across his chest Wyatt looked out of the window, concentrating on the half moon just over the houses across the road.

"Do you know what it's like to grow up and for your whole life have everyone say 'I would give anything to have even half the powers you have.'? To have it drilled into you by just about every magical creature you come across tell you that 'One day you'll do great things, rid the world of the evil that pollutes it.'? It's not that great little brother. Neither is finding out that because you're born over the Nexus that your more susceptible to being used by the forces of darkness if their will to corrupt you is strong enough."

Moving over to the sofa where he had been he made himself comfortable before looking up to Chris again.

"But that's not what scares me in the slightest. I've had a taste of the darker side of things. I know life isn't just black and white. I've seen the colours seep in and distort the image. It felt so good to kill without repercussion. To have every one in the room afraid of what my next move would be. To know that with a blink of my eye I could have incinerated the entire room and everything in it. I felt that corrupting me and I didn't care. Not until I came back here. Family is the only thing that binds me to this life Chris. I know that. I also know what I could do if I went to them and let loose using the extent of my powers. And I don't even know what half of them are Chris. That is what scares me. How can you think that everyday my life is as simple as I make it look. It is so hard for me to walk through this suffocating existence and not improve it just because I can. None of you know. None of you will ever know. And for that I am grateful. I wouldn't wish this on anyone."

Noting Chris awkwardness with the situation he had walked blindly into Wyatt motioned lethargically towards the door.

"Why don't you go get some rest." he said tiredly, orbing the book back to the dais.

"Why don't you?" Chris challenged. "You look like shit Wy. Get a good nights sleep, have a shower then come back to all this with a fresh mind in the morning."

"Do you know what I find particularly funny about this whole thing?" Wyatt asked. "I didn't even know what my greatest fear was til then."

"Get some sleep Wy." Chris insisted again, running down the attic stairs towards the second floor. Intrigued, Wyatt picked up his pen and held the notebook in front of him, looking down at the barely discernible words he'd scribbled over the past few days. Turning his head as he moved the small book in the opposite direction. Looking up to the door when he heard soft voices downstairs.

Jerking upright, Wyatt covered his sweat covered face with both hands before slowly dragging them down his face. Looking dimly at the clock on the bedside table. The bright red numbers taunting him relentlessly. Falling back onto the bed, he rolled onto his side and watched Bianca's back for a few moments before moving closer and wrapping him arm around her waist, his face nuzzling lovingly into the back of her neck. Feeling something damp he slowly lifted both his hand and his head. Squinting at the sticky substance now covering his hands. Rolling slightly his hand heavily slammed onto the base of the touch lamp. His eyes widening in horror at the dark, thick matter on his palm. Moving back to Bianca he abruptly shook her resting figure. Panic overcoming him when she neither slapped him away nor told him to go away. Slowly turning her towards him, his face quickly drained of colour when he looked down at her. Her body looked like it had been run through several times with a sword. Slowly his hands moved forward to the chest wounds, his eyes filling with tears as he looked down to the pooling blood surrounding her limp body, his healing hands rendered useless.

'You can't heal the dead.' An annoying voice in the back of his mind reminded him. 'It's your fault. You told them how to kill her.'

Tears streaming down his face he picked her body up and held it tight to his chest. His lips pressed tightly to her temple as he cursed himself for falling asleep when he was supposed to be watching over her.

"I'm sorry." he sobbed loudly.

His large hand reaching up to brush the hair off her face. His thumb lightly wiping the small trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth before lightly kissing her lips.

"Dad!" he screamed, his distress vocalised by that one word.

Panicking his head whipped around when there was no answer, his eyes shifting from his lovers body to the bedroom door that now seemed miles away. Whimpering he gently moved her body into the middle of the bed. Ignoring the fact that both he and the white sheets of the bed were now both soaked in the never ending blood seeping from Bianca's wounds. Pushing his hand heavily into the side of the mattress he tried to slip off soundly as if she were only sleeping. Yelping as his foot collided with something sharp on the floor. Looking down he gasped in horror as he picked up Excalibur. It's blade covered in thick, sticky, dark blood. Staring at the handle of the blade in his hand he looked down at Bianca's body then back to the blade in his hand. His mind reeling with the only answer his mind could give him.

'YOU did it." a scratchy voice cackled from the darkened corner. "YOU killed her at his bidding. YOU killed the only person you've ever loved. Who ever loved you. MURDERER!"

Flying to the ground Wyatt heaved heavily onto the floorboards in front of him. Looking up the side of the bed as blood started to pour over the sheets and splatter on the floor. Glancing up he saw that the room was now empty. Only he and the body of his beloved. Blood coming towards him as it spread. His eyes watching terrified as the wounds continued to seep.

"It is the blood of all your victims to come." Bianca's body whispered. "You betrayed us all. Now you have to pay the price. You shall wash yourself in the blood of your victims."

Soundlessly Wyatt screamed as Bianca's corpse then closed her eyes and reassumed her previous state. The blood coming closer and closer until it reached the tips of his toes.

Gasping for air Wyatt's body threw itself forward. An incredible sense of de ja vu coming over him as he stared at the numbers on the LCD screen of his alarm clock. Twisting his body to the opposite side of the bed he shook Bianca persistently, silently pleading with whoever was in charge for her arm to swing around and knock the sense back into him.

"Wyatt." she mumbled into the pillow as she rolled over. "What are you doing it's like 3 in the morning."

Sleepily she rubbed the back of her hand across her eyes, slowly opening them to look into the terrified eyes of her fiancé.

"Wyatt? What's the matter?" she asked cautiously, slowly pushing herself up.

Wyatt's entire being freezing as he watched every movement in slow motion. Unable to speak for fear this was the dream.

"Wyatt your scaring me." she said shakily, her hand reaching out painfully to touch his cheek.

Without speaking Wyatt launched forwards and wrapped both arms tightly around her. Burying his face into the her neck. Thankfully that her hair fell forward and covered his face as burgeoning tears threatened to spill.

"I thought I'd lost you." he whispered hoarsely. "I dreamt that you were dead."

Unsure of what to do Bianca's hand reached up to gently stroke Wyatt's hair. Soothingly hushing him as her other arm snaked it's way around his back starting towards his shoulders before she pulled him closer to her body.

"I'm here." she assured him. "I'm not going anywhere."

Pulling away he looked at her, the sincerity in her eyes reassuring as he swallowed the vicious lump at the back of his throat. Wiping the tears from his cheeks on the backs of his hands before reaching them out to Bianca. Clasping her face in both hands he gently pulled her face towards him. Kissing her sweetly before holding onto her tightly.

"Will you go to the sanctuary for me?" he asked quietly.

Wyatt watched in numbed horror as she pushed him away from her. Slipping off of the bed and staring at him as if he were a mad man.

"You want me to go?" she asked. "After all that we've been through you want me to go?"

"I don't want to put you in danger." he explained calmly. "He knows,"

"He knows what?" Bianca demanded. "We're always in danger Wy, you can't just send me away because you still believe in the man protects the woman regime. It's not how we do things, baby."

Slowly she climbed back onto the bed. Walking on her knees back to him. Looking down at him for a few moments before taking his face in her hands. Noting the fear reflected in his eyes as he stared back at her.

"I can't leave you, baby. I won't." she whispered, lightly running her fingertips along his jaw.

Letting out a low frustrated sigh, Wyatt gripped Bianca's hips with both hands before burying his head into her chest.

"I don't want anything to happen to you." he muttered. "That's why I created the sanctuary. Why no one knows where it is. Why it's magically protected."

"I know." she cooed, her fingertips lightly raking through his mid-length blonde locks. Her mind racing as to why he was suddenly determined to get her as far away from here, from him as possible. "Baby, what happened? Why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" he asked absent-mindedly.

"Wy, if your going to act like a child I'm not playing along." she warned.

"It was nothing, just a bad dream. I just don't want you or Hunter here the next time this 'Arnon' comes for a visit."

"Are you sure that's it? Nothing more to this dream? Your not thinking in that beautiful head of yours that it was in someway prophetic?" she pushed.

"It was nothing Bianca. I don't want to talk about it." he snapped, climbing off the bed and heading towards the shower.

"Wyatt?"

Slamming the door behind him Wyatt leant his back against it. Inhaling sharply as he leant forward, his hands sliding down his thighs towards his knees as he exhaled. Waiting a few moments before pushing himself up and reaching to turn the hot water on. Staring at his haggard appearance in the mirror as steam filled the room. He could hear Bianca in the other room pacing back and forth in front of the door. Stripping down he turned the cold water until the water was of a soothing heat before stepping under it. Allowing the water to fall over his face for what seemed like an eternity before moving so the shower head could alleviate his tense muscles. Slowly moving his neck from side to side he almost jumped when the shower screen slid across, Bianca standing there, arms crossed as she watched him resume what he was doing.

"Wy?"

"Bianca?"

"Don't do this." she pleaded. "Don't make me feel like this because I want to stay with you."

Stopping Wyatt looked over to Bianca, lightly biting the inside of his lip. Reaching out, he gently took Bianca's elbow pulling her into the shower cubicle with him. Kissing her devastatingly before trailing kisses down her neck as an apology.

"Wy," Bianca mumbled, trying not to giggle as she lightly pushed him back. "I'm wearing clothes here."

Overeagerly Wyatt reached down to the hem of his t-shirt she was wearing, pulling the now heavy material over her head and throwing it over the top railing of the shower recess. Turning his attention back to her as she finished stepping out of his boxers.

"Do you have to wear my clothes to bed?" he asked, amused slightly.

Pouting Bianca looked up at him as the water sprayed over her hair. Smirking playfully as she reached around his shoulder and pulled him closer.

"I only wear your clothes when I don't get enough of you." she whispered enticingly.

"My, my, are you trying to seduce me Ms Lawson?" he mused, hovering close to her lips.

Raising a finger to her chin in mock thought she looked up to the ceiling. Wyatt chuckling as his hand slid easily across her wet skin.

"Of course I am." Bianca answered finally.

Grinning Wyatt pulled Bianca's naked body as close to his as he could. Pressing his lips to hers, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Gently, yet forcefully massaging her tongue with his as his hand ran smoothly up her back towards her face to move the wet tendrils off her cheek. Slowly he trailed his lips down her neck again, this time slipping his tongue out slightly as he gently pushed her against the wall.

"Sorry, baby." he apologised sheepishly as she gasped when her skin came into contact with the cold tiles.

Waving her finger as if to scold him momentarily, she pulled him back towards her again. Her arms looping under his to pull him closer. One leg wrapping around his, as her arm moved up to his shoulder. Pulling herself up slightly. Breathing onto Bianca's wet skin, Wyatt pushed one hand into the wall to steady himself. His lips moving across Bianca's jaw line towards her earlobe, nibbling lightly as Bianca tugged on his wet hair. Moving his lips back to hers, he smiled gratefully when Bianca arched her back, her hips locking compliantly with his as he entered into her. Snaking his free hand around Bianca's waist, his fingers gripping her a little tighter than usual to keep her from falling. Bianca's arm gripping his shoulder tighter, her nails sinking delightfully into his skin as they moved gracefully. Burying his head into her damp neck, Bianca moaned lightly as her leg tightened around his. Stopping mid thrust he looked up as he heard orbs behind him.

"Get out!" he roared.

Collapsing onto Bianca, he pushed himself off with one hand before he could crush her. His other hand slipping unceremoniously from around her waist as he raised it and it collided forcefully with the tiles in front of him. Looking past him, she saw Chris embarrassedly slink from the room as she moved to Wyatt's side. Her hand sliding up his back towards his shoulder. Lightly kissing his arm before pushing the screen aside and reaching for a towel.

"It's okay, baby." she said over her shoulder holding out a towel for him as he turned the taps off.

Wrapping the towel around his waist, he brushed Bianca's hair off the back of her neck before leaning down to lightly kiss the newly exposed nape. His hand running longingly across the backs of her shoulders as he walked slowly towards the bedroom.

"Don't you check before you orb into other peoples bathrooms?" Wyatt sneered.

Chris looking down at his feet as he turned towards his brother. His flushed cheeks evident in the shadowed light.

"It wasn't intentional Wy." he blurted out. "They want you Wy."

"Who want me? The Elders? You can tell them to fuck off. I'm not in the mood for their cryptic bullshit."

"Not them. The Blackwood Knights. They want you Wy. That's who Arnon works for. They want you."

"Want me for what? God damn it Chris, I'm not in the bloody mood for this right now. What the hell do they want?"

"You. The end of the world. Chaos. The usual shit. But Wy, they're relentless. They're not going to give up easily."

"I'll make them give up. They're going to regret ever hearing my name."

"Wy?" Bianca called softly from the doorway. One eyebrow arched worriedly. "What's going on."

Shaking his head softly he glared at Chris. His jaw setting in grim determination as Bianca tip-toed hurriedly over towards him. Taking one of his large hands into both of hers before looking over to Chris. Her eyes quickly travelling to Wyatt.

"I'm staying." she said stubbornly. "Your not going to get rid of me."