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Chapter 10

This felt so good.

It was amazing and captivating so much so that he could almost lose himself in the moment, which to him wouldn't be a bad thing. After all his life had gone to hell these last few years so there was nothing else left for him to fight for. His parents didn't want his around and were ashamed to call him their son and with his brother waiting for him with open, forgiving arms that would entrap him in unconditional love forever was worth giving up the morality and sense of right and wrong that were vacating his body at this very moment.

The sensations flowing through his body and into his blood and psyche were so strong that it was almost overpowering and he liked it. He loved the way his conscious was taking on a new light and how the feelings of pain, abandonment, shame and isolation were disappearing from his body and giving his soul a fresh start. One where he could live his life the way he felt without having to worry about the people who called themselves family, whom of which no longer gave a damn about him and right now, for once in the life of Christopher Halliwell the feeling was mutual.

A wicked grin formed on his face as the newly acquired darkness within him began to fill his head with evil thoughts that only a few moments ago the boy would never have imagined. One where he would rule over the world along side his brother and having billions and billions of mortals, witches and demons bowing at his feet and exalting his name. There were also more sinful and deviating pictures of a different kind of fun that he, his brother and his sister in law would share, but that would be reserved for a latter date and time.

Is this what he had been fighting all along?

Is this the freedom and supremacy that the older man had been experiencing and had wanted him to partake in?

He silently cursed himself for being so high and mighty before that he couldn't see his brother's way or rather the better way of thinking. It was if he had been wondering through the wilderness all his life, hungry and tired only to make his way into a friendly village filled with food, caring souls and a warm bed. Everything was so clear to him now that he felt damn foolish and pathetic for holding on to the old way of thinking that had been embedded in his brain by a woman and a man who were nothing more then liars and hypocrites themselves, along with his backstabbing aunts.

But these things no longer mattered.

He was free now.

Free from them and all the bullshit that they seemed to be so full of now in days. For now it was just he and his brother and together they could have whatever they wanted and no one held the power to do anything about it.

"It's truly amazing, isn't it?" a deep voice spoke gently into his ear as the man stood behind him running warm round hands over his arms, with his body firmly pressed up against his own. "There's nothing holding you back now. There's no little voice inside your head beckoning to you to do the so called right thing. You're your own man now Chris. You can do what you want and there's no one that can stop you. That can stop us" the man purred to the other as he kissed him softly on the neck and smirk when he heard the soft moans that had escaped the boy's lips.

"Tell me dear brother" the boy spoke as he leaned into his brother's embrace "Why didn't you give this to me sooner? Why did you wait so damn long if you knew what kind of glorious effect your little potion was going to have on me?"

"I had to make sure you were ready Chris. You had to want this in order for that to happen. I just hate that it had to take them hurting you and turning their self righteous backs on you, for you to understand this. For you to accept what I've been trying to give you for years"

"Still, it was time wasted!" the younger witch said spinning around on his heels to face his brother. "We could have been ruling together side by side for years now if you hadn't decided to play nice and fair" the boy said wincing at the last to words as if they left a bad taste in his mouth.

Wyatt couldn't help but smile widely at his brother's new found persona. He loved it and once they were back home and he made the others aware of his brother's new position, he was going to have to test this new Chris out, in more ways then one.

"What the hell is so amusing?"

Deciding not to agitate the younger man even further he simply replied "Look we'll have time for you to take out all of your frustrations" the man said putting emphasis on the last word "Out on me, right now we have to get back home so what do you say we go pay Mommy, Daddy and the Aunties a little visit before heading back home?"

The younger male clenched his jaw tightly at the mere mention of his family members. He didn't want to see those pathetic witches, not now, not ever. "Why the hell would we want to visit those losers? I say we get the hell out of here as soon as possible and get back home before some demon or witch tries to overthrow us and we lose our thrown before I even get to have my first kill!"

"Patience my love, besides we need to be at the manor in order to leave anyway" he said inching closer to the boy. "And if you're a good boy, I'll let you have your first torture session and if you're really" he spoke a little lower as he ran his fingers through the boy's hair "Really good, I'll let Daddy dearest be your first victim"

"I like the sound of that" the younger witch responded before kissing his brother on the lips. He then pulled back to look into the man's eyes as they both smiled with green and blue eyes boring heavily into each other before they both flamed out.

Piper and Leo sat alone in the stillness of the manor's attic as they were forced to deal with their actions of the day while also allowing the words of the woman's younger sister to set in. Paige had made one hell of a point and no matter how they tried to rationalize their actions over and over again in their minds nothing seemed to ease they pain or relieve them of the guilt that they so rightfully deserved. They had jumped to conclusions and blamed their already fragile son for something that wasn't his fault. But whether they knew that or not is now longer an issues. The damage was already done and all they had left to cling to was the hope that he would soon forgive them one day.

But then again why would he when he has already forgiven them on numerous occasions?

And after all he's gone through to heal and to try to rebuild his life and save his older sibling from becoming the worse evil the world had ever seen his family had turned their backs on him again and forced him back into the land of the lost and forgotten or even worse, back into the arms of his older brother.

Wyatt Halliwell. The couple's first born child had grown into a monster that would hurt his little brother in the worse possible way and into had become a man who wouldn't even think twice about killing any of them. This person, this evil, tyrannical being was now the only person their younger son felt he had left and if he has truly decided to allow himself to be loved in that manner just because of their rush to judgment then they would never forgive themselves.

"This is all my fault" the Elder's voice came out in a whisper as if he were talking to himself instead of the woman sitting next to him.

Piper wanted to hold the man close and alleviate him of his guilt, but she couldn't. In fact for the first time in her life she could say with all certainty that is was in fact the man's fault. If he hadn't treated their child like some sick freak instead of the wounded victim that he was then none of this would've happened. But surely she couldn't put the blame solely on her husband. No, she too was to blame for the cause of her son's suffering.

Damn it.

What kind of mother turns her back on her child when he needs her the most?

What kind of monster must it take to ignore the heartache and misery of her son?

The answer was simple. A really, really bad one.

"It isn't just your fault Leo. I had a hand in it to" she filled the tears building in her eyes as she spoke "He liked at me you know"

"What are you talking about Piper? What do you mean he looked at you?"

"When you were yelling at him and Wyatt was putting him on the spot. He was looking right at me practically begging and pleading for my help and I did nothing but watch" she said now shaking her head slightly as if someone just told her she would never see again. "I just watch while my son's heart broke. And all I had to do was say something, anything to let him know that I was on his side and that I was here for him. But I didn't. And when I couldn't take it any more I just looked away"

The woman was now sobbing heavily as her body shook in anger and despair. Leo then took her into his arms and was about to give one of his everything will be fine speeches but the words never came. They were stuck in his throat and although his mind held the words and was forcing him to believe them, his heart and tongue knew better. There are just some things, some moments, and some words that you can never take back no matter how hard you try. What's done is done and the person you attacked with your cruelty will never forgive your or look at you in the same light again thereby changing the shape of your relationship forever.

Leo was so wrapped up in his grief and comforting the mother of his two children that he didn't even notice their presence.

"Aww isn't this sweet?" a familiar voice with a new found coldness rang out.

The mother and father looked up into the cold, hateful eyes of their youngest child now joined by their oldest, who was standing too close to his sibling for their comfort.

"What's the matter, don't I get a hug too?"

"Chris honey" the woman began.

"Shut it bitch. No one wants to hear what you have to say, just like you didn't want to hear what I had to say but that's ok because now you're both getting ready to pay for those actions and I'm starting with you" the younger said as he now fixed his gaze upon his father and took a step in the couple's direction.

Piper just sat there, shocked and hurt by her son's words. Looking into his eyes she gasped at the coldness and odium behind them. It was now obvious that Wyatt had done something to his younger sibling and had turned into nothing more then a replica of him self. Her once sweet, loving and understanding little angel was now evil, threatening and malicious. There was not even a single trace of who he used to be lurking anywhere inside him.

And at that moment she knew that the actions of she and her husband were about to cost them both something precious that they would never get back, the soul, conscious and morality of their baby boy Christopher Perry Halliwell.