Chapter Eighteen – Tricks of the Trade

Wyatt put three cups on the kitchen table and a pot of fresh coffee, Bianca had her head on the table, and Chris had his hand on her back trying to comfort her. Wyatt poured coffee into the three cups and sat down, and Chris and him exchanged looks of "No idea," across the table.

"Any word on who those things were?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, they're Fallen Angels. Exactly what you said they were." Wyatt replied drinking from his cup.

"How do you know?"

"I researched it as the coffee was brewing." Wyatt said pointing to the counter, and Chris looked over and saw the book of shadows laying open to a bunch of pages of just printed text. Chris instantly remembered that the book is hundreds of years old, and there was more than just English in there. Bianca moaned, and lifted her head.

"Do I smell coffee?" She asked

"Yep." Wyatt replied drinking from his cup again.

"So what did the book say a Fallen Angel was, that we already don't know?" Chris asked.

"There is a spell in there for them, but it's a-"

"Power of three spell, as always." Chris said rolling his eyes. "You know what about after the Charmed generation, I mean hello!"

"Well I could be three, our little power of three."

"No, I don't think it could work." Chris said drinking from his cup.

"It could work Christopher, just give it a shot." Wyatt said.

"Yeah, but if I die I am haunting your ass." Chris said to the both of them.

"And what a fine ass it will be." Bianca smiled, as she drank.

"Oh yeah – very sexy." Wyatt replied. He poured himself another cup of coffee, and they both sat there, for a long time talking.

"Well, we have a demon boys and girls." Wyatt said, "and I have to go buy some herbs, so play nice and no fighting." Wyatt smiled.

"We'll be fine, we'll just clean up."

Bianca lowered her head as to try and hide herself from them. "It's alright Bianca," Wyatt said, "This stuff happens all the time. Be back later." Wyatt grabbed his keys and jacket and left.. Chris and Bianca finished there coffee and the moved into the living room where they began to clean up. Chris looked at the wall, that once laid from the Solarium to the Living room, as it laid in dust and rabble. Chris sighed.

"There goes my college tuition." He said

"I am really sorry, I still have no idea what the hell happened to me." Bianca replied, "for real like that never happened before."

"Its alright," Chris turned his head in the direction of the kitchen, and a rush through the air was heard coming closer, and around the corner, the Book of Shadows hovered in mid air, and it came zooming his way. Chris put his arms out and took it.

"Whoa, I have never seen you do that before."

"I only do it when Wyatt isn't here…he's so anal about the personal gain issue." Chris opened the book and began flipping through the pages.

"What are you looking for?" Bianca asked.
"A long time ago, my aunt Paige use to use this spell all the time…ah here we go 'the vanishing spell'".

"The vanishing spell, you're going to make all this stuff vanish."
"Hell no, just watch." Chris said, "Let the object of objection become but a dream as I cause the scene to become unseen." Chris looked up and watched as the entire room began to become swallowed in magical lights. The wall was instantly restored, the grandfather clock put itself back together piece by piece, furniture restored itself back their rightful places and condition, the floor was restored to it's polished wood look, and house never looked better.

Chris closed the book and put it on the table behind him, and then looked at Bianca who was looking at him in a seductive manner. Chris raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"Did anyone ever tell you that you are so hot when you cast spells?"

"Well, Wyatt did once, but he was only joking. I think it was because I came up with the spell before he did." Chris implied.

"Well Mr. Spell Caster," Bianca said walking forward. "I think you earned yourself a little reward."
Chris who had his hand on the book was shaking; could Bianca be serious? She walked forward and kissed him on the lips. It was one of Bianca's slow, breath taking, tongue massaging kisses, she backed away and bit his lower lip; but only slightly.

"Got protection?" She whispered, only inches from him.

"Yeah." He replied.
"Well then," She said dragging him by his belt buckle.

Wyatt orbed into the dark, cold, and vacant mausoleum, he looked directly in front of him and saw his mothers name on a brass plate. Piper Marie Halliwell, and he couldn't help but sniffle, he waved his hand as to orb a stone bench his way, but he had forgotten. He put the bags down, and looked at his mothers grave.

"Well," He began, "Its come down to this, but I don't know I have a bad feeling about this one mom, I don't think we're getting get out of this one so easily. I mean Dad is gone, Paige is gone, My powers are gone, you're gone, and all I have is Chris and Bianca." He looked down at the black plastic bag and picked it up and pulled out a long dirt filled root. "I bought worm root, just as you showed me when I was fifteen, fresh from the ground." He smiled, and put the root back in the bag. "I just wanted to tell you something, cause I don't think I am going to get the chance again, if something happens to me during this, I need you and Aunt Paige and Aunt Phoebe to watch over Christopher. I would tell Dad this but he's not here, he hasn't been here for a while. But watch over him okay, cause I love him way too much. He deserves a life better then this one, he wants to become a doctor you know that? He told me that a few nights ago over Pizza. He wants to become a doctor, and me I got in to all these schools and yet I have no idea – that's why I turned them all down. I know what's coming, the book of shadows told me more then what I told Chris. It's a good thing he doesn't read Latin, cause in there was a Declaration of War, not good. Again watch over him." He stepped forward and kissed the brass plate. "I love you." And he picked up the bags and left the mausoleum.

Bianca leaned back on Chris, as the pleasure shot through her body. Chris' breaths were unsteady, Bianca giggled.
"It's alright, I'll go slow."

"Do whatever." He said to her. "I do want to say one thing before though."

"And what is that?" She asked leaning down and kissing his chest.

"You look amazing."
She smiled, and kissed Christopher, and with that they were both silenced by pleasure. The cold cotton cloth of the sheets made everything worth it, Bianca slipped off Chris, and slowly began to kiss him down his stomach.

"I have a present for you." She said, and her head slipped down, and Chris' eyes rolled in the back of his head and he sighed heavily.

Chris laid in his bed, with Bianca at his side, she laid resting on his bare chest and she was sleeping. Chris smiled, he didn't realize what he did until he was done with it. He looked down at Bianca, she was nothing but amazing, and that talk with Wyatt a while backed helped him with a lot of tricks. But Bianca had a few tricks of her own, and it made him go wild. He looked over at the clock, 1 o'clock, he needed to finish cleaning up.

He slowly slid out of bed, and he grabbed a pair of black boxer briefs as he slipped them on, and got up, Bianca called for him.

"I have to finish cleaning." He said, "I'll be right back."

"Okay." She smiled. She kissed him and she feel back to sleep. Chris waked out of his room, to grab clothes from the dryer, but as he opened his bedroom door, he saw to his embarrassment and horror, Wyatt standing on the landing. He had just gotten home.

"Wyatt!" Chris said shocked.

"Chris, dude – um need some clothes?"

"Yeah I am going to get them from the dryer." He said trying to walk passed him.
"Wait." Wyatt said as he put his hand on Chris' chest. Chris stopped, Wyatt leaned in and sniffed the air by Chris' body. "You wearing perfume?" He asked. Wyatt gave him an uneasy look.

"Wyatt wait, I can explain."

Wyatt walked over to Chris' bedroom door, and slightly opened it and saw Bianca sleeping in his bed. Wyatt smiled, and closed the door. He turned around and looked at Chris.

"Umm, I see you cleaned up down stairs." Wyatt began.

"Yeah, Bianca and I finished in a snap." Chris replied, this his hands crossed in front of his underwear.

"I see that, with the help of the book."

"Yeah."

"Personal gain issues?"

"No, it would have taken us days to clean all that up!"

"Okay enough small talk." Wyatt said putting his hand up, "Did you cast a spell so you and Bianca could go have some fun?"

"No, this was completely her idea, not mine I swear!"

"Chris its alright, but the timing – its um off? Maybe is the word."

"I know, but there is no immediate threat, so I didn't think it was that big of a deal."

"You used protection right?"

"Yes."

"Your own or mine?"

"I borrowed one of yours, you said I could."

"Yes, I did." Wyatt smiled and walked forward. "How she like that that one trick? I told you about?"

"She went crazy." Chris nodded as he smiled.

"That's my boy!" He said putting his arm around Chris' shoulders. "He learns from the best!"

"Yeah, can I get some clothes, I don't like standing next to my brother in my underwear."

"Yeah go ahead, I am going to bed."

"Okay, good night."

"Night."

Nora, slammed the altar with her fists. "HOW?" She screamed. She turned and faced the church where now every single Fallen Angel now stood, all fifteen of them.
"We had nineteen Angels! Nineteen!" She screamed, "And now I hear word that we have lost four of them to the sons of the charmed ones?" She looked at them all in the Church. "HUH!" She paced back and forth through out the altar. "That is no matter, we have the power of both sides, and we might still have enough power to take over the Elders and rule both sides of the magical realm! But our lord is now calling for us!"

"He has spoken?" Said a male Fallen Angel, rather young.

"He did not need to speak, his thoughts and emotions are getting stronger, but something is happening that I did not for see. Their power is still growing, and I am not talking about the Phoenix, the younger witch, his powers. I don't know yet, but his powers, they are growing. Our time is now Angels!" She screamed. "Let us go now, into the realm of the Elders, and take back which was rightfully ours in the first place! Heaven is ours!" She screamed. She waved her hands and orbs shot from them, and spread across the church.

Nora and the rest of the Fallen Angels orbed into the council room of the Elders.

"All accounted for I am sure." She smiled. As they orbed, The elders screamed, and ran for the doors, but two Fallen Angels were already at the doors, they were locked.
"Now, now, now, no rush, we can make this easy or easier." She screamed. "ATTACK!"