Chris felt sleepy. Very sleepy. Like he hadn't slept in days. His head was pounding and his eyelids felt so heavy. He was surrounded with darkness. Nothing but pitch black darkness. He could hear a clock chiming somewhere in the background but that was all. Then he remembered.
Chris tried to open his eyes to find that he couldn't. It was like his eyelids were stuck together with superglue. Trying not to worry he tried lifting his arm instead. He couldn't do that either. It actually felt like he didn't exist.
Suddenly his eyes shot open but it wasn't him that opened them. He could see the ceiling above him but it was really fuzzy. He was confused. He didn't know what was going on. Then he quickly got to his feet. Well…he didn't. It actually felt like he was in his dream again. He had the same feeling of not being able to control of his body. That was twice his body did something that he hadn't purposely made it do. Then a feeling of dread washed over him as words were spoken out of his mouth.
"Hmm not bad… A much better body than I had the last time…"
Oh no. Chris realised immediately what was going on as he felt another presence with him in his mind. He was being possessed. He realised that the demon he had been fighting had obviously jumped into his body and taken full control.
Chris had been possessed before but had never been like it was now. All the other times he had been possessed everything had been a huge blur and he hardly remembered anything. But now he could actually see what was going on even if it was fuzzy.
Chris tried not to panic. His family would help him. They had been able to tell when he was possessed before, especially Wyatt. But he couldn't shake off the feeling that this time was somewhat different somehow and that it was going to be much harder for them to spot.
The demon walked up to the mirror hanging on the wall and Chris could see his own reflection as he peered into it. Apart from a small bruise under his eye he looked healthy enough. The demon walked away from the mirror and out into the foyer.
"Now tell me Christopher, where is the Book of Shadows?" asked the demon.
Chris was startled. The demon was talking to him! It wasn't as if he could speak back, seeing as the demon was using his body at the moment. Then he was struck with an idea. Of course! He just had to think what he wanted to say and the demon would hear it.
"Screw you!" he sneered.
"Don't make this anymore difficult than it has to be. Now where is the book!" the demon snapped impatiently.
Chris had to admit it felt weird talking to, what sounded like, himself. He wished someone would come in already and get the stupid demon out of his body!
"Do you really think I'm going to tell you?" he asked. If he could, he would be smiling. This demon actually thought he was going to tell him where the book was! What an idiot!
"It's not very nice to insult people Christopher! What would your mother say!" the demon smirked.
He walked through to the kitchen looking around briefly before walking back out again.
"Oh well. The book was only an added bonus. A very good one at that I may add!" said the demon shrugging.
"What do you mean it was just a bonus? What are you after in the first place!" asked Chris confused. All the demons ever wanted was the book or the one of the Charmed Ones dead.
"You'll find out soon enough." replied the demon and he smiled.
Suddenly the door opened and the demon turned around to see who it was that had opened it. Chris felt a wave of relief as he saw Wyatt walking in, carrying a gym bag in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Wyatt would twig it wasn't really him if he talked to the demon surely.
"Oh hey Chris!" said Wyatt brightly as he shut the door.
"Hi Wyatt!" said "Chris" just as bright.
Wait, the demon knew who he was! Then Chris thought about it again. It wasn't that big a surprise. Every single demon in the underworld knew who Wyatt was but then again, the demon knew what he looked like! The only way he would have seen Wyatt is if he was about to be vanquished or if he had shimmered away before they could get him but Chris couldn't remember seeing him before. The demon must have done his homework.
Wyatt walked over and paused. He looked around into the living-room and noticed things looking a little dishevelled. The was a broken vase of flowers on the carpet, leaking water everywhere, the coffee table had been moved to the left a little and there was a knife lying in the middle of the floor.
"What happened?" he asked "Chris".
"Umm…a demon attacked!"
"A demon! Did you get him?" Wyatt asked.
"Yeah, I blew him up!" said "Chris" more smiley than what is normal after vanquishing a demon.
Wyatt frowned at the demon disguised as Chris. Chris cheered (not out loud obviously). Wyatt suspected something! Yes! He'd be back to normal in no time! Hopefully in time to pick Keighley up from school.
"Are you okay?" Wyatt asked with a frown on his face. He narrowed his eyes at "Chris"
"I'm fine! Why do you ask?" said "Chris"
"I dunno, you just…he frowned again and shook his head "Never mind. It's probably just me imagining things!"
"Um maybe we should check in the Book of Shadows for the demon? I'm sure there's more of them where he came from!" suggested "Chris"
Wyatt nodded. "Good idea! Come on!" and he orbed upstairs.
"Right Christopher, how do I orb?" asked the demon.
"Nice way of getting to the book! I have to say I'm impressed. Most of the demons only have one brain cell; I guess you're gifted to have two!" Chris replied sarcastically.
The demon sighed and shook his head.
"I'm not in the mood to play around Christopher! Now tell me how I orb!"
"Figure it out yourself! It's only a matter of time before Wyatt finds out about you anyway! Then me and my family will vanquish your sorry ass!" Chris spat.
"That's if they find out in time to save you." muttered the demon.
"What do you mean by that!"
"You'll see soon enough." the demon said again after doing so earlier.
Suddenly orbs filled the room and Wyatt reappeared.
"What's taking you so long?" he asked.
"I think the demon has done something to me! I can't orb!" replied "Chris"
'Ohh the little…' Chris was getting really pissed off now. The demon could think of anything to get out of trouble. Chris had to admit, he was doing better than he had thought he would. Chris knew Wyatt wouldn't find losing his orbing power suspicious. It had happened before.
"You can't orb! That's not good." said Wyatt concerned.
"Chris" nodded his head.
"I know! Will you just orb me up then? It saves me taking the stairs!" he said.
Wyatt smiled at him at put out his hand. "Chris" took it and Wyatt orbed them both to the attic. When they both reformed, Wyatt walked up to the book and started flicking through the pages.
"So what did the demon look like? He asked.
The demon thought quickly.
"It was dressed in a blood red cloak and had blue markings on its face and hands. Oh and it had razor sharp nails and it carried a dagger." he replied, thinking of one of his "allies" Oh well, rather them than him.
"Okay…lets see…blood red cloak, blue markings…" Wyatt flicked through the book looking for a demon that matched the description. "Aha! Found something!"
"Oh yeah? What?" asked "Chris" Without Wyatt noticing he moved behind him.
"They're called Skaenard Demons. They're a cult group that sacrifice magical beings in order to gain power. But it says that the magical beings don't include witches, only things like unicorns and Leprechauns so it doesn't explain why they would attack you…" said Wyatt reading the page.
"What else does it say about them? asked "Chris" as he fingered bottles of potion on a small table. Chris wished that he would slip up already. It was taking way too long and, to be frank, he was getting kinda bored. And even though he tried to deny it, he felt much weaker than he had earlier. It felt like he was fading away. Then he thought, worryingly, than maybe that was what was happening.
Suddenly he felt the block against him weaken and he took the chance. Using all his energy he managed to get back control of his body for a moment and he slammed his hands down on the table.
"Wyatt…help…" he managed to force out before the demon took back control.
Wyatt turned around and looked at him with a look of concern on his face.
"Chris? What's wrong!" he asked walking over to him.
The demon smiled at him and shrugged.
"Nothing! I have a really bad headache, that's all!" he said quickly.
Wyatt looked like he didn't really believe him and peered at him closely. The demon looked at him, slightly nervous now that his cover might had just been blown by that bloody witch! He didn't understand how he had managed to break through. He would have to be more careful in the future.
"You look…different." Wyatt concluded.
"Different?"
"Yeah…are you sure you're okay?" Wyatt couldn't put his finger on it but there was something definitely up with his little brother. His eyes looked different. There was something in them that made him shiver slightly. He had had that look before…
He decided to do a quick test. Just to make sure…
"Chris, when is Keighley's birthday?" he asked.
The demon was taken aback at the sudden question. Did he suspect something? Well obviously. He cursed inwardly. He was always careful when he possessed anybody and he had known that possessing a Halliwell was tricky but it had been too good a chance to pass up.
"What?" he asked, stalling for time. He had researched things about the family thoroughly in case something like this happened but he had missed out birthdays. He knew he shouldn't have since they were key things people would ask but he had been getting impatient.
"When is Keighley's birthday?" Wyatt repeated.
The demon looked around the room for any clue. He could hear the real Chris laughing and sneering at him in the back of his head.
"Why do you ask? Don't you trust me or something?" he asked looking back at Wyatt.
"Just answer the question!" Wyatt demanded his voice rising slightly.
The demon cursed inwardly again. This was not going well. He wondered if he still had his powers. If only he could tap into Chris's…
He concentrated on finding the powers. He knew what some of them were, most demons did. Suddenly he felt something click into place and he realised he had found them.
'That was easy' he thought with a smirk.
Wyatt had narrowed his eyes at him and he no longer looked concerned. The demon looked into his eyes and smiled.
"Oh well done! You found me out! I have to say, I was surprised it took you so long!" he said dropping the fàcade.
A look of deep shock and then anger crept onto Wyatt' face. Then just as he was about to say something, the demon raised his hands quickly, out of them shooting forks of electricity.
Wyatt didn't have enough time to raise his shield and the electricity hit him square in the chest. He flew backwards off of his feet and landed with a hard thump onto the floor. He lifted his head wearily for a second before he became unconscious and it dropped back onto the floor.
The demon walked over to his till form and smirked.
"That wasn't so hard to beat you. All the other demons say you're unstoppable and this is what happens! Hmph, you're not really worth all the fuss, are you?" he said.
Chris was in shock. It was exactly what happened in his dream every night. He shot electricity out of his hands and killed Wyatt.
'But Wyatt isn't dead this time." he reminded himself.
And it was the demon that hurt Wyatt, not him. He hoped Wyatt would be okay until their dad could heal him. He was really scared now. No demon had ever been able to get a one up on Wyatt like that before. He had been hurt in fights obviously but he would always get back up again. Now he lay unconscious in the middle of the attic with a large wound on his chest.
"Well now that he's out of the way, let's have a go at getting the book shall we!" said the demon brightly, stepping over Wyatt.
"I thought you didn't want the book?" said Chris.
"Well like I said, it's a bonus!" answered the demon, standing in front of the pedestal on which the book lay. "And anyway, what member of the underworld passes up the chance to get the Book of Shadows!"
The demon reached out his hands to reach the book but when he was about an inch away from it, the book glowed and shot off the pedestal, landing on the floor.
"Dammit!" he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly the sound of voices came from downstairs. It was the sisters. Chris wonderd why they were all back from their work.
The voices got louder as they came up the stairs. The demon sensing what would happen when they came into the attic, tried to think of something. He thought desperately that he wanted to be anywhere than where he was at that moment.
The sisters were right outside the door now. The demon looked over at Wyatt and saw that he was stirring. He quickly raised his hands which were crackling with electricity and he waited.
The door swung open and at the same moment the electricity shot from his hands…
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