Chapter Nineteen – The Last Stand of the Halliwell's

"ATTACK!" Nora yelled. The Elders scrambled for cover, but they Fallen Angels were too numerous. Jevan, the head elder, and others around, shot their arms forwards and lighting bolts came from their hands and struck the angels. But more and more, it seemed to Jevan and the elders that the Fallen Angels were becoming more numerous.

"Feed my darlings!" Nora yelled, standing the center of the chamber, "Take there power!"

The Chamber of the Elders was nothing less than amazing, it was a large dome shaped room. On the walls behind the council were paints of each of the arch angels, and as she looked up the ten commandments were written in Latin, engraved in the stone ceiling, and a circle in the center were light shown through.

"This realm is ours now!" Nora yelled, "Ours rightfully, ours for the taking." She looked around, Elders laid dead on the stone floor, the Fallen Angels feeding off their bodies. She watched as the young elder who had only joined the Council more recently, after helping the Charmed Ones defeat the Aggressor, a Elder bit into his neck, and orbs seem to orb from his body into the Angel. And then the feeding began. Nora smiled. She then moved her attention away and to Jevan. The elders who were standing with him were now dead, and he was running for a white stone door in the hall. Nora flew into the air, and landed behind Jevan.

"No, no, no, this one is mine!" Nora said.

"Nora, I should have known." Jevan replied. "You were the one who killed Paige weren't you?"

"Well you get the award of the day for being clever." She smiled, and threw him to the ground. And lunged onto his body, moments she got up wiping her mouth with the back of her claws. She then placed her hand on the door, but the door shot open. Nora screamed, a bright light was thrown into the room, all the elders lay dead on the stone floor, and yet something of something of great strength and power was going through the room, knocking Nora to the ground. The being pulled a sword and killed all but three Fallen Angels, Nora, and the others got together and she orbed away. Darkness began to fill the chamber, the sunshine from the ceiling, was being covered by dark clouds.

The kitchen of the Halliwell Manor was silenced by an explosion of a potion in a black cauldron. Chris waved the purple smoke from his face, and looked down.

"Done." He said. He picked up a vial and poured the potion into three vials, the liquid was a dark green. He then corked them all, and pulled his attention to another potion boiling over, and little blue flames appearing in the potion.

"I need some ginger." Chris said, he turned and Wyatt who is writing spells, turned and snapped off a piece of ginger from a root, and threw it to Chris. Chris took the ginger and chopped it up to pieces and placed it into the potion. The potion, then turned into blue fire, Chris stood back. He waited, as the Book of Shadows had directed.
Wait till the fire has burned, all that should be left is sludge, a grey yucky sludge.

Chris smiled, this was one of Paige's first potions, used incase of the Witch Doctors. The fire burned away and Chris looked down and saw a lumpy mud, that looked hot. He took off the heat and put this one in a larger vial.

"One shot for this one." Chris said pouring it into the vial.

"What does that do?"

"I have no idea, it just says, Stand Back¸ in the book." Chris said.

Wyatt gave a face of "Eek" and went down to making spells. Chris then pulled his attention again to one more potion boiling in the back of the stove, this was his mothers first potion, to replicate her exploding powers. He pulled the pot from the stove and put the potion into as many vials as possible. He filled about six vials, before he ran out.

"Okay, I have twelve potions, six to replicate moms exploding power, the sludge, the fire one, the ice one, and some of these which I have no idea for what they do." Chris said to Wyatt. "How are you coming along?"

"I have three defensive spells, and twenty offensive."
"Twenty! Someone is in a rhyming mood today."

"Okay, keep at it, I'll be right back."

Chris ran from the kitchen and up the stairs. He claimed all the way up to the attic, where he opened up and looked at it all. He searched the attic, looking for something in particular, and then he saw the old chest buried under all the stuff of the ages. As he walked towards the back end of the attic, opposite of where the Book of Shadows was, he stood and with his powers he moved the junk away. He then opened up the chest, and it was all of his aunts old battle supplies. He closed it, put his hand on it, and orbed downstairs.

"Did you orb from inside the house?" Wyatt asked as his brother materialized in front of him.

"Um, yeah." Chris replied. "But look what I found?"

"The old battle chest." Wyatt said getting excited, "I haven't seen this since," Wyatt stopped.

"Mom and Phoebe died. I know." Chris said, he shook it off, and opened it once more. Chris pulled out some vampire stakes, "Incase of Vampires?" He asked his brother.

"I don't think likely." Wyatt said. He pulled out a wooden box, he opened it and found nine potions laying in a silk lining.

"Are those what I think those are?" Chris asked.

"The Cursed potions, yeah." Wyatt said, "These will come in handy."

"Look at this one, its green and red." Chris picked it up, and saw like it was a tiny lava lamp of green bubbles swimming in a red liquid.

"That one is our last resort."
"What do you mean?"

"That one, will level everything with in one hundred yards."

"Oh shit." Chris put the potion bottle back in the box and Wyatt closed it. "Do you think we'll survive?"
Wyatt looked at his brother, he didn't know what to say.
"I see." Chris said. "Well, we'll fight with all we got."

Instantly Bianca shimmered in, she was in battle clothes. She had leather pants, black heals, a black sleeve less jacket.
"I got my grimore." She said smiling.

"Great." Wyatt said standing up, "Wow, you look -"

"Great yeah I know…I love demon fighting."

Wyatt laughed, "It sucks that the magical community doesn't have our backs anymore, we're alone in this one." Chris suddenly got up and walked away. Wyatt and Bianca looked in confusion at what just happened.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, let me go find out. Can you start that next potion?" Wyatt said pointing to the book. Wyatt walked into the living room which was vacant, and went up stairs, and looked around, he saw that Chris' bedroom door was closed. Wyatt walked in and saw Chris looking through his text book. He pulled out a paper and began to work.

"A little late for Homework, don't you think?"

"The assignment is due soon." Chris replied, "I have to make sure it's done."

"Chris,"

"Wyatt!" Chris said loudly, "I don't care."

"I know your scared."

"I am not scared, you're crazy."

"Christopher." Wyatt said coming over and closing his book, and sitting on a chair next to Chris'. "I know this is hard, I really do."

"I have never fought demons before." Chris said, "Not like this."

"I know." Wyatt replied.

"I don't want to die."

"Christopher, you're not going to die."

"But you are." Chris said looking up at Wyatt, with a tear going down his face, "You're going to die, and there is nothing I can do about it."

"What do you mean?" Wyatt said very seriously.

Bianca stood outside Chris' bedroom door, and listened.

"A few days ago, I had a premonition, I've only had one before. This one, the three of us were in a Church, it was destroyed, and you were dead. You had been stabbed in the back and through the stomach, Bianca was knocked out on the floor, and I grabbed her and orbed out. I left you there."

Wyatt was at a loss for words, he didn't know what to say. He looked down at the floor, and looked up. "At least you survived."

Bianca was shocked beyond all, she walked away as she cried.

"I can't do it again, I lost everyone Wyatt, if I lose you I won't survive, I can't. I love you too much." Chris then dropped the pencil he had in his hand and cried. Wyatt moved closer and hugged his brother. Wyatt didn't deny it, knowing his made him angry and sad; angry that his brother kept this from him, and sad that Chris had to see it. Wyatt put his face down on his brothers shoulder, and then he kissed his brothers cheek.

"Everything will be alright, I am not going to die."

"Everything happens for a reason," Chris said, "You and I both know that."

In the kitchen, Bianca dried her cheeks and finished the potion she was making, it was easy and yet powerful. She put all the potions together on the table, and saw a saw an athame in the chest. She went and picked it up, it was an unusual athame, with a goats head on the end with a monkey's face, covered in gold and blue jewels and a long silver blade. She put it in the back of her jacket and used her hair to cover the handle. She then picked up the pieces of paper with all the spells on the them and at the potion bottles.

Moments later Wyatt and Chris came down, both had swollen eyes.

"Its now or never guys." Bianca replied.

"Lets do it." Wyatt said. He grabbed the potion bottles and divided them up evenly, among them all, Chris put them all in his pockets, and Bianca hers too. Wyatt took his and kept them in his hands. He did the same for the spells.

Chris sniffled, and took his brothers hand, Bianca took Wyatt's and Chris' as they made a circle.
"Its going to be okay, Christopher." Bianca said.

There was a moment of silence. Then they all chanted.

"We call up the Magic Power, in this day and in this hour, we call upon all holy power, take us to the place where evil dwells, in the holy land of the damned."
Instantly, the three of them were surrounded by white light, and they left the manor.

(Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry for the late update, I've been so busy with school and college coming up this summer. But this story will continue as always, happy reading!)