Chapter five

The first time Chris got his wings

Twelve-year-old Chris was sitting playing video games with his older brother when all of a sudden he felt a strong magical tug. It was one of his friends calling him. An old demon named Mika he'd befriended years ago.

"Wyatt I need you to cover."

"Chris what's going on?"

"Mika's calling. Sounds important."

"You can't just go down to the Underworld because a stupid demon's calling you. Mum will have a fit."

"That stupid demon has saved both out asses countless times! I'm going, please just cover for me okay?"

Wyatt nodded, "Okay."

Chris grinned broadly and disappeared in a swirl of blue-green orbs.

Reappearing in Mika's lair he saw his friend sprawled face down on the floor.

"Mika!" Chris cried out dashing across the sand, kneeling beside the demon he rolled him over and saw the wound on his chest.

"Chris," Mika smiled, the demon's black eyes training on the young boy, "You came."

"Of course I did." He smiled, "Hang on and I'll orb you to the manor. We can heal you."

Mika shook his head, his grey hair flicking bits of sand around, "There's only enough time to give you something. Chris the Source sent his assasins after me to collect my powers. I managed to kill them before they could get them but as you can see I'm dying."

"I don't understand." Chris shook his head, brow creased in confusion.

"You will soon enough Angel." He ran a hand from Chris' face down to his chest, "don't cry for me Christopher. Promise."

"I promise."

Mika's fingers went back and talons appeared, while Chris was still looking in his eyes he dug the talons into the young witch's chest.

Chris screamed, "It'll be okay young one." Mika soothed, watching in wonder, as Chris' eyes grew wide not only in fear but understanding.

As they neared the end of the transference Chris screamed in agony, his back arched and two large smoke coloured wings sprouted from his back. Mika removed his hand and the wound began to heal, leaving only five tiny scars on his chest.

He looked down and saw to his horror Mika was no more then a pile of ash, at this stage he hadn't noticed the wings, tears streaming down his cheeks he orbed back to the manor where Piper was currently yelling at her eldest son.

"How could you let him go to the Underworld on his own?"

"He was only going to Mika's."

"I don't care!"

"Mum."


"What is it Wyatt?" The twice blessed pointed behind her and when she turned she saw her youngest son sitting on his haunches, leaning forward with two smoke-coloured wings protruding from his back, "Chris?"

Bloodshot green eyes turned to face her, "They killed him." He whispered softly, "They killed Mika."

He stood up and rushed over to his mother, wrapping his trembling body around his mother, "Chris what happened?"

"Mika gave me everything he was. Said he didn't want the Source to have his powers or his knowledge." Chris whispered, "Did you leave a window open?"

"Honey look behind you."

Chris turned his head and came face to face with the smoke-coloured feathers and smiled, "Well he did call me Angel."

Chris pulled away from his mother, the wings were beating and all of a sudden Chris was taller then his mother, looking down he saw he was at least a foot in the air. Closing his eyes he concentrated on going down and smiled when his bare feet landed on the floorboards.

"Piper I haven't been able to…" Leo's voice trailed off when he came in and saw his youngest son standing beside his mother, "What the hell happened?" he demanded.

"The Source had Mika murdered." Chris said quietly.

"That old demon?" Leo stared at Piper, "You told me you weren't going to let him talk to him anymore."

"Mika was a good being Leo, and a good friend. I only told you what you needed to hear."

"Piper he was a demon. You should have vanquished him years ago."

Through dark bangs angry green eyes looked up at his father, "Mika was the very first of the fallen. A demonic Elder and he still held respect for good beings. He was my friend and he will be avenged." Chris said coldly.

"Chris I don't like your tone." Leo said sharply.

Chris' demeanor shifted, closing his eyes he said, "Sorry Dad. I don't know what came over me."

"Chris why don't you go up to your room." Piper suggested, "You've been through a lot today."


Chris nodded, "Yeah. Sounds good." He turned and walked up the stairs, leaving a few stray feathers on the floor.

"Shit." Piper swore, "Wyatt get up there! Make sure he doesn't go after Mika's killers until we're all together okay?"

Wyatt nodded, "Okay mum. I'll make him sleep for a bit." And with that the Twice-blessed orbed up stairs to their room.

Chris was pacing the floor of their bedroom his wings spread out behind him, "I can't just sit here and do nothing!" Chris hissed, "Wyatt, Mika was murdered! There should be bloodshed!"

The way his younger brother was acting scared Wyatt, he'd never seen the Angel so…bloodthirsty.

He wrapped his arms around his brother's waist, pulling the twelve-year-old in to him, he rested his head on his brother's, "Chris we will kill those responsible but for now you need to sleep."

Almost instantly the Angel's eyes closed, Wyatt moved him to his bed and laid him face-down on the bed, he expected that that position would be much more comfortable with the new feathered appendages on his back. He ran his hand over the soft downy feathers and watched with amusement as little brother shivered.

Walking out the door he could hear his parents talking, "Piper our son is turning! Did you hear the way he was talking?"

"I heard it Leo. One of Chris' best friends was murdered, he wants revenge. It's natural!"


"My son-"

"Since when?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What do you think it means Leo? The way you act anyone would believe that you only had one son. You're never there for Chris!"

"I'm busy. I have half the world to look after."

"That's no excuse. He's your son Leo. Besides, he knows that the wrong thing done for the right reasons is still the wrong thing."

"Chris doesn't need me as much as Wyatt does! Besides, he's got like no significant powers."

Piper scoffed, "Let's see, telekinesis, temporal stasis that can freeze magical beings, empathy, premonitions…"

"Wyatt's the heir to Excalibur! And he's twice-blessed!"

"How do you know Chris isn't?"

"He's just not!" Leo exclaimed, "There can only be one-"

Wyatt heard a voice he wasn't expecting, "Please Leo, this isn't a Highlander movie."

Piper chuckled, "Nice to see you Kit. Chris and Wyatt are upstairs. Quiet though, Chris' sleeping, been a rough day."

"What happened?"

"Mika died."

There was a pause as Kit digested the information, "Oh."

Kit jogged up the stairs and was about to open his mouth when Wyatt's hand clamped down over it, "Shush."

What's going on? Kit asked telepathically.

Mum and Dad are arguing about Chris. He reckons Chris is gonna turn because Mika gave Chris his knowledge and probably his powers.

What-

Ah hmm. A telepathic voice cleared it's throat behind him, some people have a headache. Do you two think you could turn the telepathy down a little bit?

Chris you should be asleep…

I am dumbass. Your spell worked now wake me the fuck up! The angry voice of the Angel reverberated in their minds.