Chapter four

Christopher Halliwell walked into the spare bathroom and let the hot water wash over his body. He felt a sting on his stomach frowning, he looked down and saw blood on his stomach. Had he been hit? Chris couldn't recall, but the wound hurt.

He turned off the tap, dried off and got dressed again, before he buttoned his shirt again he looked at his stomach, the wound was gone.

Melinda walked out of the bathroom drying her wet hair with a towel, "Prue, I really think we should…" She looked up and saw the demon advancing on her.

She screamed for her cousins, "CHRIS WYATT ORB YOUR ASSES HERE NOW!"

The brothers appeared, Chris threw his hands out to freeze the demon but it wouldn't work, Wyatt tried every power he had but nothing worked.

"I'm immune to your powers little witchlings, your powers are mine."

"Wha…" Chris stepped in front of Melinda, grabbing Wyatt's arm he pulled them into the bathroom.

"Did it touch you?" Chris asked, looking over his cousin. He knew this demon was trouble, he could sense something about it…he knew how to destroy it. But he needed to be alone, he had to take control of it, harness it's powers

"No, what is it?"

"Look we haven't got time for explanations, Wyatt go downstairs get the triplets and see how they're doing. Bring them to the manor, we'll see you there, just avoid the damn demon."

Wyatt bought the triplets to the manor where Melinda was waiting pacing frantically upon hearing the orbs she said, "Kit?"

"He's not back yet?"

"No, he said he was right behind me."

"I'll go get him."

"Wyatt, Chris put a ward on the house, I can't get in."

Seconds later Chris appeared gasping for breath, "Damn…" The power it had taken to destroy it was taxing, Chris couldn't believe that he was the one who'd done it. Wyatt was the strongest and Chris was well…Chris.

Things were changing…

The plan was coming along quite nicely, the Halliwell boy was receiving his powers a little ahead of time and soon although he had these powers he would be weak enough for him to turn.

Wyatt raced to Chris' side as he fell to the ground, "Chris what happened?"

"It touched me." He gasped, "The bastard touched me."

Wyatt held his hands over his brother to heal him but Chris pushed them away, "It won't work. Trust me."

"Listen let me try."

"Wyatt look the damn demon up! You heal me, you lose your powers. We can't afford that. Not with them coming."

"Who?" Mel asked as she flipped through the book of shadows looking for the demon that she had seen, "Ha! Found it!"

They all got up and crowded around the book, Chris making sure he didn't touch any of the others.

"Faégrat, theif of magic

Faégrat doesn't actually have a body of his own, it was destroyed by witches in the seventeenth century.

He shifts from witch to witch using their bodies to collect more powers and become stronger before he can once again using the collected magic, have his own body.

He usually tries for witches of a strong magical heritage and are coming into new powers. The infected witch is unable to control the power he posses thanks to the demon and can strip another witch's power by touch.

There is no known vanquishing spell for Faégrat, mostly because if you were to vanquish Faégrat there is a high possibility that the infected witch could be vanquished ."

Everybody took a step back away from Chris who stood there hugging himself, "He's going to kill me isn't he?" he asked in a quiet voice.

"Who?"

Chris looked up and saw his mother, aunts and father standing at the door. Piper rushed over to him, she was about to hug him but he stepped back, "Don't."

"Chris what's going on."

Wyatt stepped forward, "There was a demon attack at the mansion, Chris managed to get the rest of us out but it touched him before the demon died."

"What demon?"

"The demon's name was Shahagra. But the demon that was inhabiting him, he was Faégrat, he shifts from magical creature to creatue. Draining their powers and using them to drain other's magic by their touch."

Piper looked at Chris and the other children, "So we'll vanquish him."

"Mum, we can't! If we vanquish Faégrat there is a huge possibility we could vanquish Chris."

"We'll just have to find a way!" Phoebe shouted.

They others got into an argument about how to go about vanquishing the demon, Chris simply got up and walked out. 'The answer lies in the basement Christopher."

It was Wyatt's voice inside his head, but he knew deep down that it wasn't Wyatt. It was his nightmare; the Source, but involuntarily his body began to walk towards the basement.

It was as though he'd lost all control, he twisted open the basement door and without switching on the light he walked down into the darkened room.

'That's it, just a little closer.'

Terror grew inside Chris as he inched closer to the center of the room. The ground began to shake the floor cracked open. He desperately wanted to run back up into his mother's arms but that itself would destroy the Charmed ones and throw off the balance.

'I've been waiting for you Christopher. A long, long time.'

The black mist of the Woogey man rose up and swallowed Chris whole, taking a deep breath he walked up the stairs and smiled cockily. This was going to be fun.

The dark haired boy walked up to the attic again, "It's going to be okay mother." He smiled, "It's all going to be okay