Chapter Fifteen
Cole's Apartment

Bianca and Athena were resting quietly in the guest room of Cole's penthouse apartment. They were warmed by the double sided fireplace that bridged both the guest room and Cole's room. Athena slept tucked in her mother's arm sucking obliviously on her thumb.

Wyatt closed the door and walked silently down the carpeted hall. The creases in his brow were deep with concern. He entered the great room to find Cole pulling a variety of items out from another hidden cabinet. He deposited them without glancing at Wyatt.

Wyatt rounded the edge of the coffee table and took a seat across from Cole. Laid out on the table was a map, a scrying crystal, some small candles, various crystals and chalk. Cole sat back with his drink and swirled it in contemplation.

"These are your Aunt Phoebe's things from a long time ago. I thought they might be of use to you."

Wyatt sat forward pretending to closer inspect the various items as he digested this information. "You said you were an old friend of my mothers. How did you know my Aunt?"

Cole hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. He decided to evade the question. "We need to summon some serious fire power. Got any ideas kid?"

Wyatt winced at the 'kid' reference, shaking his head negatively. "No, but I'm sure I would have a better idea of what we're up against if you would tell me what you know."

Cole stood and sauntered over to the large expanse of windows. The city was dark save for the twinkling lights of the skyline. "It's not much. About a month ago I started sensing a shift in power. At first I didn't think much about it. But then it started to steadily grow and pulse. I tracked down the source of the shift and it led me to your brother. I waited to see what was up; followed him a bit and checked out the club. I found the alter beneath his office and realized your brother summoned a Kwasaar demon."

Wyatt didn't say anything for a moment; he was too shocked and stunned. "What the hell is a Kwasaar demon?"

Cole turned his back on the windows and faced Wyatt. "How come you don't already know? Doesn't your high and mighty father teach you anything?"

Wyatt stood up ready for a fight. "You lay off my father! You don't know much about my family if you even remotely think to disparage my Dad. You don't know what he's been through! You don't know what he's had to endure! You say you know my family, but that's impossible if you think my Dad has had it easy at all!" Wyatt didn't realize that small electrical pulses were shooting out from him the angrier he became.

"Take it easy kid, I just meant that back in the day when I used to hang out with your Dad he was always so thoroughly versed in demonology." Cole swore under his breath as he tried to calm the kid, "He was irritatingly so." He said to himself as he took a seat.

Wyatt took a deep breath and sat down heavily. 'How could this have happened?' He dropped his head in defeat. "We need the Book of Shadows." He said solemnly as he pulled his fingers through his hair.

"Good luck kid. By now the house is sealed tighter than a drum I'm guessing. There's no way he's going to let you near that book." Cole swigged the last of his drink.

Wyatt stood red faced with anger. "I love my little brother, and even though I haven't had to fight any demons since our mom died, I haven't forgotten my legacy!"

With that Wyatt extended his arms heaven ward, threw back his head in abandon and as Cole watched half in fascination, half in disbelief asWyatt's whole body hummed with blue white energy. Cole fumbled backwards over his chair and back about five feet.

"Jesus kid! What the hell is happening to you!"

Chapter Sixteen
Up There
Piper stood transfixed on the images that flashed before her in the wall of water. Things were happening way too fast down there and she couldn't see anyway for this situation to end well. She turned to Prue and Phoebe.

"If we are going to help them, we have got to hurry. My son is about to use power I never wanted him to tap." She wiped her nose on her sleeve before she turned back to the wall.

"I think we have it. Phoebe, go get Paige." Prue arranged a series of candles on the floor with five points. The small crystal bowl in the middle of the table was still smoking slightly from the concoction Prue brewed.

Paige and Phoebe entered the room, placing crystals on the floor just inside the door to keep it from opening, at least for awhile. The four women gathered in the center of the circle, each holding a small vial of potion.

"Ok, after Phoebe reads the spell, we drink the potion at the same time and if all goes as planned we should become corporeal down there." Prue looked behind her quickly at the wall and then turned back and nodded to her sisters.

The sisters as a whole paid homage to the God and Goddess, then they closed their circle and appealed to the four corners of the elements. Satisfied that all of their spiritual bases were covered, Phoebe read the spell and then they all drank their respective potions at once.

Chapter Seventeen
Halliwell Manor

Leo walked timidly through what was left of the interior of the Victorian Mansion he hadn't entered since the day his beloved wife had died. The memories were almost too overwhelming to bear as he bent down to right the fallen grandfather clock, and then the foyer table.

He ran his hand over the table lovingly, remembering the birth of his first born. Smiling unconsciously as he remembered the fiasco that was the baby gifts and how the Elders had attempted to assist them in the end with the Unicorn. He snorted at that last memory, knowing how they had let them all down when it really counted.

He continued down the hall picking up lamps and straightening furniture. 'Who could have done this? The house never looked like this even with all the demon traffic.'
Leo found himself in the all too familiar kitchen. Little had changed here as he picked up a row of cook books that had been displaced and neatly stacked them back on the built in shelf. He quickly caught what he was doing and laughed because Piper had trained him all to well.

'My little neat freak,' Leo sighed, 'Oh how I miss you, sweetheart. Do you even know what is happening with our son? We were afraid of this. It's exactly why we did what we had to do so long ago and now it seems it was all for not.' He turned at the sound of someone else's approach.

"Daddy? Where are you?" The scared little voice came from the young girl so like her mother.

"I'm right here honey, in the kitchen." Leo turned back to the foyer.

"I know you told me to stand right outside on the steps, but I got a little scared. Something doesn't feel right here, we need to go Daddy and now."

Leo took a quick look around, but still only saw the same devastation he just walked through. Not one to discount any of his daughters 'feelings' he reached a hand out to her and orbed them both away.

"I could have sworn I heard something." Chris walked through the doorway, past the unhinged door. His eyes were black as midnight, with the tiniest pin prick of yellow dead center. The long trench he wore billowed behind him as he swept past the table and clock.

He stopped dead in his tracks, cocked his head to and fro and then turned 180 degrees.

"Someone has been here." He closed his eyes and extended his arms as small pulses of energy left his finger tips and swept the righted clock and table, like sniffing hounds. As the energy finished its sweep, it quickly turned and entered Chris again, assimilating the information.

"Father, father father. How good of you to stop by. Hmmmm. . . what has brought the old man out of hiding I wonder. Little old me?" Chris laughed at this as if it were the funniest thing he had ever heard.

'You know wise one, it might be advantageous to seek out your father and bring him back here.'

"He can't be of any use to us, why bother?" Chris argued with himself.

'It is obvious that your brother and your wife have sought the help of some powerful demon, using her as leverage for the sword could become more difficult, but using your father as leverage might be just the right tactic at this time.'


Chris cocked an eyebrow in thought. He pulled on the days old growth of beard at his chin as he worked this scenario out. Deciding that the book may be of some help, he took the stairs two at a time.