Chapter 2

His cold, unfeeling blue eyes were watching her carefully and intensely causing the hairs on the back of her neck to stand at attention as the couple sat quietly in the meeting room waiting for the man's henchmen to arrive. He was taking in her every movement and monitoring her every breath returning those unsettling feelings to her once again, making her nervous and anxious all at once. She hated these tension filled moments especially when he would give her one of those mischievous grins and stared at her with brightened eyes thinking of new ways to frighten her or make her cry both of which seemed to be the dictators favorite pastimes.

The constant looking over her shoulder was getting to the woman and she was sure he knew it, craved and longed for it even. He loved to play mind games in fact he was the master when it came to manipulation no matter what particular brand it called for. He knew just what to say or do to keep her in line, what threats to make, what parts of her body were the most sensitive to strike and had every since they were young. He would smile as he admired the markings that his rough hands had left on her body after one of his many out burst and would run his finger over them as if to remember each and ever detail of it.

The powerful witch cherished the look she got in her eyes when she was scared, shocked or in pain. He had whispered this information into her ear as he forced himself upon her for the umpteenth time. She could remember his twisted smile and pleasure filled groans as he spoke those painful words to her then topped it off with "I love you". For most people this would seem like an oxymoron crossing love with hate was virtually impossible but Wyatt Halliwell was not your average human being. He was something more.

"Something more?" she heard the man's deep voice call out raping her of privacy. "So tell me my love what am I exactly" he said as he stood up from his chair and sat on the table directly in front of her.

He was intimidating and an overwhelming presence to behold as she took in the broadness of his shoulders, the large muscles in his arms and his unkempt appearance. She silently cursed herself for thinking such thoughts while the telepath was in the room but then again there was never really a time where he allowed her to be alone.

"Answer me woman!" he yelled causing the woman to wince at the sheer force and magnitude of his voice as he raised his hand in the air ready to psychically assault her.

"I didn't mean to…" Autumn trailed off as she felt the weight of her husband's stare resting heavily upon her.

"Speak up!" he demanded as he rose from the table and allowed his full frame of 6'4" to tower over her.

"I said I didn't mean to think such things about you Lord Wyatt" she spoke softly yet loud enough for him to understand.

He smiled in triumph as he ran his hand slowly and gently down the woman's face.

"Good girl" he smiled as he continued to touch her. Then out of nowhere he slapped the woman hard across her left cheek as her long dark hair flew across her face and hid the tears that were forming in her eyes.

The man then brushed the woman's hair out of her face and kneeled down before her moving his hand down to her rounded belly. Shifting his eyes from hers to her growing stomach the man spoke to the child that he could sense was shaken inside. "It's ok my dear boy. Mommy and Daddy were just having grown up words and as long as Mommy remembers her place" he said pausing to look the woman dead in the eye "We won't have to repeat today's events"

The man gave the woman a stern look before pulling her to her feet and taking her place in the chair. He then lowered her onto his lap and forced her to look him in the eye once more.

"Why must you test me?" the man questioned in an annoyed yet hurt tone. He didn't understand why she always felt the need to push him over the edge and make him hurt her. Did she not know how much he loved her even after she had betrayed him?

"I'm sorry Wyatt. It won't happen again" she spoke as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"You know I don't enjoy hurting you" he said as he rubbed the temporary home of his child. "But when you step out of line like that and think hurtful thoughts about me, you leave me no choice. You need to remember your place Autumn. I am your husband as well as your master you need to obey me and respect me at all times even when you don't agree with my behavior. Now I've forgiven you for helping Christopher to escape and have decided to keep you as my wife and Queen but if you cross me or even have one single unflattering thought about me again, I will have to dispose of you like I had intended to months ago only this time there will be no child to protect you. Do you understand me my love?" he questioned as he removed the woman's head from his shoulder so her face and his were only a few inches apart.

"I understand my love" she said hating herself for being so subordinate.

"Good" the man replied as he pressed his lips firmly against hers.

Suddenly the sound of knocking came from the double doors that shielded the meeting room from prying eyes. Knowing that it was his followers he pulled back from the kiss and spoke "Come in" as he helped his wife to her feet and placed her in the chair next to his.

Within minutes several demons had taken seats at the table around them and the sound of Lord Wyatt's voice filled the air.

"Silence!" he commanded as all conversations in the room came to a halt.

"I'm glad you're all here today because the mission at hand is a great one. One that I've been preparing for, for a few months now and am finally ready to execute" he spoke as inquisitive eyes looked his way.

"As you all know my brother was able to escape several months ago into the past and has yet to return. He posing a great threat to us all and all we've built in the name of power, domination and evil" the man continued to a series of nods and hisses from the crowd.

"Well I've finally found a way to put an end to my brother's naughty behavior and to bring him over to our way of thinking and we all know that once he is on our side the prophecy will be fulfilled and darkness with take over the land and all in attendance will receive more power then any of you could ever imagine. Whatever little good magic is left will cease to exist and there will be no more good to stand in our way. No self righteous do gooders killing our brothers and sisters and spoiling our plans and saving those who deserve to die. But in order for this to happen we must find my brother and bring him home. Now he will not come willingly. My sweet little brother is too smart for his own good and has aligned himself with several of your past counter parts but with these formulas" the evil tyrant spoke as two potions appeared at the wave of his hand.

"His will, will break and he will slowly began to see right as wrong and wrong as right. The second potion will shift his memories and thoughts making him believe that everyone in the past hated him and never loved him, making Christopher feel alone and alienated forcing him to contact me and come to me and once this occurs victory will be ours" the man ended with a smile as those around him cheered.

He looked to his wife to read the woman's thoughts and when he found that she was on his side he smiled widely and pulled her into him as the pair stood before the cheering crowd. Wyatt Halliwell was about to get everything he had ever wanted and there was no one around that could stop him.

Past

Christopher Halliwell awoke with a start as sweat poured from his body and his mind flashed images of death, pain and evil. But the worst part about it was that he was the one causing all of the deaths, the pain and destruction for a change and not his brother.

Most frightening of all was the last image that he saw and one that he would never forget. It was of him walking into his brothers chambers as his sister in law lay sleeping on the bed and his brother sat in front of the fire place. He wanted to yell at the version of himself in the dream as he walked boldly up the man that had caused him so much agony and despair. Then a smile formed on his face thinking that this version of himself was going to do the one thing he never had the courage or power to do, end the life of his evil sibling. But what happened next shocked the boy and threw him into a fit of self hatred, shame and confusion.

This version of him put his hand on the man's shoulders then roughly turned him around. He then proceeded to run a loving hand over the man's features as the flames crackled in the background and the darkness ran parallel to it. Next thing he knew dream Chris had pushed his brother up against the wall beside the fire place and began lifting up his shirt before pulling it over the mans head and tossing it to the floor. He then pressed his body up against the stronger male and began kissing him roughly while tangling his fingers in his hair.

The next scene that flashed before him was one where the girl had joined the two brothers and was sandwiched between them as she passionately Wyatt and dream Chris kissed her neck and removed the clothing from her body and that's where the dream ended.

"What the hell?" the boy cried out as tears of fear and revulsion filled his eyes.

Was he some kind of sick freak that actually missed his brother's touch? Or was it some kind of message from the man to him, a warning evening that he was not going to stop until the disgusting images in his head came true? Was Wyatt out there or in the past even ready to strike at any moment and drag him back home to the scene of his assault. He didn't know but the anxiety had a strong hold on him as he sobbed loudly in trepidation of what was to come.

He jumped at the feel of a man's arms wrapped around his body as was about to fight with everything he had until he heard his father's voice.

"It's ok Chris. You're alright son, I'm here, ok. He can't hurt you son, it's alright. Daddy's here" the boy's father spoke as he rocked him back and forth gently in his arms as the boy's eye lids became heavy again.

Chris wanted to find comfort in the man's words but he couldn't. Wyatt was coming from him and he could feel it and this time he knew that there was no escape. He knew that if his brother got his hands on him this time he wouldn't stand a chance. Wyatt would have his way with him again, violate him again, he wanted to fight and prepare for a full on drag out war but there was no use. His brother was way too strong and way too powerful to be stopped and this time he wouldn't involve his parents. No, this time he would face his brother all on his own and spare them the pain of witnessing the acts of incest again.

As he closed his eyes he just hoped that he would have enough time to make the numbing potion again and this time he would need much more then one bottle.

These were the boy's last thoughts before the darkness took over and nightmares or maybe premonitions? Returned

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