Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed, so I don't think we'll get to see the real actors do my story.
Thanks to all my reviewers and readers; it means a lot to have feedback. I love the feature that allows me to see how many times someone goes to a story. It makes me so proud. Anyways, here's chapter 6!
Phaith's Report
The faint sunlight on Chris's face woke him from an easy sleep. Sitting up, he cleared the sleep from his eyes and thoughts. Looking around the room a panic struck him; he wasn't in his room. He turned back to the bed and saw Phaith still sleeping soundly.
"Oh my God," Chris said. He put on his pants and then sat in thought on the edge of the bed.
Awoken by Chris talking and moving about, Phaith sat up. "What's wrong Christopher?" she asked, putting her hands on his shoulders and massaging them.
"I'm screwed," Chris said, getting up and putting on his shirt. "It's morning and I'm not home. Mom's gonna burn me at the stake for this."
Phaith put her own clothes on and walked over to Chris who had sat back down and buried his head in his hands. "Now you listen to me Christopher Halliwell," Phaith said. She kneeled in front of him and made him look her in the eyes. "Do you regret what you and I shared last night?" she asked, looking intently in his eyes.
Chris's eyes teared slightly. "No," he said.
"Then don't worry," Phaith responded, holding his face in her cupped hands.
Chris wiped the tears from his eyes and smiled. "Thanks Phaith."
"Anytime Christopher," Phaith said, moving to the mirror.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Chris asked, putting on his socks and shoes.
"You said it heightened your pleasure to hear me say Christopher so I did. Do you want me to go back to calling you Chris?" Phaith asked, washing her face.
"No, that's perfectly alright," Chris said. He watched her begin fixing her hair, and whispered softly, "I love you."
Phaith abruptly stopped what she was doing and turned to stare at Chris. "What did you say?" she stammered.
"I love you." Chris got up and moved to her, looking deeply into her eyes. Phaith stared back into his and felt only truth behind what he said. He really did love her. That potion in his drink last night must have really knocked his emotions for a loop. Phaith thought. That and my powers of empathy must really be strong.
"I've got to go," Chris said, brushing her lips with his gently. "I'll call you as soon as I can."
Phaith nodded, raptured in the kiss he just gave her. After she heard her front door close she sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. He loves me? Yeah, he loves me. But, do I love him back? No, don't do this to yourself Phaith. You've got a job to do. You're a demon and you're going to have to turn Chris evil or kill him. But, he won't turn evil; will he? And what about Wyatt? How does he feel about me? And how do I feel about him?
Phaith was so lost in her thoughts she didn't see four demons shimmer into her room. "Phaith?" one demon asked.
She looked up. "What Jack?" she asked, naming the demon who was the drummer in Triad. Zarlena had insisted that all the members of Triad be demons; for Phaith's protection.
"You know my true name is Jackor," Jackor said, his form changing into the stocky pure red demon he truly was. The other demons did the same. "Just as you know Luke is Lukon, and those of us you had as guitarists are Tyzer and Annilio; not Tyler and Neal."
"What's your point Jackor?" Phaith asked, her face and voice cold.
"Mistress Zarlena wants to see you; now," Jackor said.
"When I'm ready," Phaith responded. She got up and began fixing her hair again.
"Mistress Zarlena said now." Jackor was rigid with alertness.
"What for?" Phaith asked, stalling for time. In truth she knew what Zarlena wanted. Zarlena wanted Phaith to tell her which of the two brothers they could turn evil.
"She's beginning to question the amount of time you spend with the brothers; as am I," Jackor said, folding his arms across his chest.
"Are you challenging me?" Phaith asked, not turning from the mirror.
Jackor looked at her for a second, obviously thinking. "Yes."
"Fool!" Phaith hissed. She threw an energy ball at him, vanquishing him. Tyzer and Annilio, each on opposite sides of the room, each threw an energy ball at her. Phaith rolled out of the way and the two attacks vanquished the other. Lukon waited until she stood up and then cast his energy ball at her. Phaith shimmered out, narrowly missed by Lukon's attack. Shimmering behind Lukon Phaith plunged an athame into his heart, vanquishing him in flames and screams. Phaith went back to the mirror and sighed before finishing dressing and then shimmered out.
Chris opened the door and stepped into the manor. "I'm home," he said, quiet, but still loud enough for them to hear.
"About damn time Christopher!" Piper yelled, coming into the living room. "Where have you been?"
"It was late and I didn't want to get in an accident so I crashed at a friend's house," Chris said. He'd spent the cab ride over coming up with an excuse that didn't say what or who he done that what with.
"Why are you lying to your mother?" Piper asked.
"I'm not lying," Chris said.
Piper sighed and snapped her fingers, changing into Chris's Aunt Phoebe. Piper, the real Piper, walked into the room to stand next to Phoebe, crying the whole way.
Chris was stunned. "You don't trust your own son?" he demanded, hurt that Piper didn't trust him.
"How can I Chris, when you lie?" Piper asked him in return. "Now, what really happened?" Chris remained silent. "I was hoping I didn't have to do this Chris," Piper said. She pulled a small piece of paper from her pocket and read, "In me my son will not confide; Show to me what he wants to hide."
Piper closed her eyes as she watched everything that Chris did, from a third person perspective, from the moment Phaith came to find him in the park. She wastched as he rehearsed and performed with Triad, and fought to keep control of herself as she watched Chris and Phaith having sex and their conversation that morning.
Finally, Piper opened her eyes and looked at Chris. "Phoebe," Piper whispered.
"No problem," Phoebe said. She knew that Piper knew that Phoebe had been able to feel Piper's emotions and had been able to figure out what Chris had done for the most part. "Leo," she called. "Chris is home."
After Leo orbed in, he, Piper and Chris went up to his room.
Phaith shimmered into Zarlena's chambers.
"You're late," Zarlena said, not looking up from an aged book. "Where are the others?"
"I vanquished them," Phaith said, her anger returning.
"Why?" Zarlena asked, setting the book aside and turning to face Phaith.
"Jackor challenged my integrity. And the others tried to vanquish me, so I vanquished them before they could me."
"I see. Now, report." Zarlena's command pierced Phaith's heart. But, Phaith had to obey.
"The older brother seems stronger both physically and magically. But the younger's feelings are more chaotic at the moment," Phaith said, choosing her words carefully.
"And? Which can we turn evil?" Zarlena pressed.
"Neither of them," Phaith bluffed.
"What?" Zarlena shrieked.
"Neither. I don't know if the older can be turned evil. His emotions toward me are purely my fault."
"And the younger?" Zarlena asked, unwilling to be swayed from her will.
"I don't know about Chris," Phaith said, turning to stare at the floor.
Zarlena's eyebrow shot upward in a quizzative expression. Resetting her expression, she dismissed Phaith.
"So it's Chris now?" Zarlena asked her empty chamber. "I think it's time to make my own moves on the brothers, with or without Phaith."
Zarlena lit several candles in a pentagram symbol formation. Stepping back a few paces she closed her eyes and cast this spell, "Fire and shadow before my sight; Combine to form demons who fight the light. Make them strong and loyal only to me, And immune to all powers from the Halliwell tree.
As she watched, the flames leapt into the air and formed ten demon minions. "Our lady," they said, kneeling before her. Zarlena smiled. "Now, I just need to set up the proper circumstances," she said.
A/N: Let me know what ya think. The plot thickens.