Chapter six

Leo and the sisters orbed in and saw the book lying on the floor with a huge scorch mark on the cover, whirring around they saw Chris leaning against the pedestal, "What happened?"

Orbs appeared in front of Chris and the book materialized back on the pedestal, running his fingers over it again he watched it glow and heal itself.

"I asked you a question Chris." Leo snapped.

"Temper tantrum." Chris said quietly.

"Whose temper tantrum?" Phoebe asked, not getting a clear read on the whitelighter's emotions.

"Mine." He said softly, his eyes rose and leveled on Phoebe, "I'm not a book Phoebe. I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to read me."

Phoebe got that emotion loud and clear. He wasn't mad. Just hurt.

"I don't understand, how could a whitelighter's temper tantrum do that to the book."

"Because he's not a full whitelighter." Piper replied.

Chris' head shot up, "I didn't-"

"Give me a little credit Chris." She smiled, "But you could have told me yourself."

"Are we missing something here?" Paige asked.

"Chris' part witch." Piper replied.

"And you're cool with that?"

"Well we've gotta be. Don't we Chris?"

They turned to Chris expecting some smart ass answer but what they saw shocked them, the young whitelighter's body was rigid and his eyes were closed, "What's wrong with him?"

Phoebe studied him, "He's having a premonition."

Chris' eyes snapped open and he fell on his ass with a loud thud, "Damnit!"

"What did you see?" Leo asked.

"Kit." Chris whispered, "He's alive."

"Chris you said it yourself, Wyatt killed him."

Chris' green eyes shot up, "I know what I saw Piper!" he snapped.

The portal on the wall opened and a man dressed wholly in black and practically identical to their whitelighter stepped through.

Chris had risen to his feet and stepped past the Charmed ones, "Kit?"

The being turned to him and grinned, "You bet your ass it is!"

A smile graced Chris' lips as his counterpart wrapped his arms around him, "I thought I'd never see you again." Chris whispered.

"Well I'm here." Kit chuckled.

Chris pulled away, "I held you in my arms as you died. How can you be here?"

"God, anybody would think you're not happy to see me."

"I am. But you're dead."

"Try a whitelighter." Kit smirked, "Wyatt's whitelighter. Ain't that a bitch?"

"You've been-"

"Living with Wyatt, yeah."

"What about-"

"No." Kit made a face, "I made it a rule, no touching the whitelighter."

"Why are you here?"

"The Oracle."

"Kiara-"

"Had a vision."

"Do you two always finish each other's sentences?"

"Yeah-"

"It's a twin thing."

"But you said you weren't related."

"Still a twin thing." Chris smirked.

Chris turned away from everyone and began to walk out of the attic, "Where are you going?" Kit called.

"I've got a demon to take care of."

"I'll come with you."

"No." Chris turned to face his twin, "I have to do this on my own." The door closed and Chris disappeared.

"Chris bring your ass back here right now!" Kit shouted and sighed when he heard the crack of lightning.

Kit sat down on the day bed (There's a lot of action on that bed huh?), "So what do you want to ask?"

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Is Chris good or evil?" Leo asked.

"Pure good." Kit replied.

"Why should we believe you?" Paige asked.

"Because I've been living with his older brother for the past three years. And let me tell you, Wyatt is pure evil."

"Wait just a god damn second!" Piper shouted, "He's my son? He told me that you were my son."

Kit's eyes widened, "I'm not your son, Chris is. I'm supposed to be but the Elders separated me and Chris before we were born."

"Why?"

"Because the three of us, if related, would have been stronger then the Elders."

"How?"

"The Twice blessed, the Light and the Devil's Angel. Mix them together as a power of three and you have like… well, we should have collectively the power to overthrow the Elders. Separately, Wyatt's susceptible to good and evil, I'm good and Chris is…"

"Evil?"

Kit shook his head, "No. He is good and evil."

"But that's impossible." Phoebe said, "You can't be both good and evil-"

"That's not true." Leo said quietly, "There are rumors of a demon… that was originally an Elder."

"Yeah, his name was Mika. He rescued Chris from a demon cult when he was seven. He and Chris were close and the day the Source had Mika assassinated Mika called on Chris. Nobody knows what happened down there but Chris came back with a pair of kick ass wings."

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In the Underworld

Twelve piles of ash lay around the shaking whitelighter, twelve piles of ash and the body of a misguided human. Chris had killed a mortal. It was an accident, the idiot had rushed him, weapon raised, Chris summoned it, and slammed it into the being's gut.

Covered in blood and shaking Chris could feel the darkness inside him spreading, he had felt it the first night Wyatt had laid claim, the first night he'd killed in cold blood and the day he held his twin in his arms as he died.

And now Kit was back and he felt a flicker of warmth within his soul and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. It was nice. But it terrified him all the same.

Taking a deep breath he disappeared in yet another crack of lightning and reappeared in the manor, he could hear them all talking in the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen covered in blood. All eyes turned to him, "Chris?"

Kit ran to him, "Are you okay? Do you need healing?"

"I'm fine." Chris shook his head, "It's not my blood." He dropped the athame he still clutched in his hand.

Kit took a step back, "Who's blood is it?"

"He was a mortal." Chris whispered.

"What?" Piper whispered.

"He thought he was a demon. He attacked me. I stopped him." Chris said calmly. The whitelighter went to the sink and washed his hands and all the blood just seemed to disappear as the water washed over his hands.

He turned back to face the others and smiled uber pleasantly, "So did you all have a chance to get aquatinted?"