Hey guys, thanks for the reviews. This is just a little filleresque chapter, enjoy.
Chapter Four
Mind still reeling, the eldest Halliwell sister walked down to the kitchen where she knew Leo and her sisters were waiting.
"Piper, what's wrong?" Leo asked.
"Nothing." She replied briskly, "Chris' asleep."
"Okay then."
"Piper, seriously. What's wrong with you?" Phoebe asked.
"Wyatt." She whispered so quietly that no one heard, "Kills his brother."
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Chris' eyes opened slowly, angry at the rays of sunshine seeping through the window his eyes were suddenly covered in darkness, reaching his hands up he felt the soft feathers he couldn't help but feel comforted.
Chris rose to his feet and let his wings spread out behind him, he couldn't believe how something that used to annoy him to no end when he was a little younger could be so different now.
He walked to the window with his wings spread and realised that he was actually still dressed in yesterday's clothes. First time for everything I guess.
Looking down he saw Mrs. Noble staring up at him from the street in wide eyed wonder, he opened the window, letting the wings fold back, "Something wrong Mrs. Noble?"
She shook her head and flounced down the street, in a pink velour tracksuit that only she thought she looked good in, on her morning walk.
Chris smiled then stood up, he could feel a warm breath ghost over the back of his neck, making all the little hairs stand on end.
Hello little one. A husky voice whispered in his ear.
"You're not real." He whispered, his wings folding back behind him, "You're not here."
Maybe so; but do you really know how hot these wings are? Chris felt a hand ghost over the sensitive feathers.
"Stop it." Chris pleaded as he pulled the wings back in, arching his back they disappeared. He turned around half expecting to see Wyatt.
Closing his eyes once more he tried to orb only to remember why he'd lost control of his temper last night. His 'wings' (Thankfully metaphorically) had been clipped.
The young witch walked over to the book running his fingers over the triquetra and jumped when it began to glow, he felt a head resting on his shoulder.
Hey, I guess that the book agrees with me Chris.
"Shut up."
You can't deny this little one, you are the book.
"Yeah, I'm 400 years old, made of leather with paper insides."
Not what I meant. The voice chuckled.
"Shut up!" Chris shouted, telekinetically throwing the book across the room and hurling an energy ball at it mid flight.
He turned around only discover the source of the voice wasn't there, again.
"Damn tease." Chris hissed.
