Hey Guys,
I wanted to say thank you for all the reviews I've gotten. Me likey very much(Sorry...took my silly pills couple of minutes ago. LOL)
Shyeye: Wow, what can I say, two words, same two words in caps and then two sentences! I feel so happy! You always give me an ego boost. It's nice to know people are reading my stuff. (Your question's answered this chappie)
Joralie: It's nice to know that you're so enthusiastic about it, hope you like this installment.
There are more people I want to thank but I gotta get off the computer and do so homework.
Hey I was wondering if anybody would be interested in helping me out with 'i know he didn't mean it'? Normally I wouldn't ask but it's getting really...touchy... and I don't know how to handle it.
Chapter seven
Phoebe was dreaming again.
She was back in the room with the angel, it's wings folded back as he turned around. Phoebe gasped in surprise it was Chris. Or was it Kit? Damn this twin thing was confusing.
She looked around and saw a few books scattered on the floor but other then that there was nothing in the room besides the four poster bed. He stood up and stretched his arms over his head and yawned, Phoebe couldn't help thinking he looked like a kitten.
Chris, or Kit, started to crawl over his bed climbing off the other side he started to walk toward the door stopping when he felt pressure on his neck. Stretching his hand out his fingers came tantalizingly close to the door handle.
The door opened and as Chris took a step back Wyatt walked through, a cruel smirk played across his face.
"What do you want Wyatt?"
"Just relax Chris. I only came to talk."
"How many times do I have to tell you I don't want to talk to you?" he asked, sitting back down on the bed.
Wyatt knelt down beside his brother and placed a hand on his knee, "Angel…don't make this any harder then it has to be. Join with me."
"No Wyatt. You know I can't."
Wyatt pulled Chris into him, he ran his fingers down the side of Chris' neck, tracing his way down his chest to the black material covering his groin, "What can I do to convince you that I won't hurt you Angel?"
"How about taking this collar off?" Chris asked softly.
Wyatt nuzzled Chris' neck again, this time using his lips to mark the young angel as his own. Chris struggled, unable to pull away from his brother's vice like grip.
"You're hurting me!" Chris cried and to his surprise Wyatt let go. He flinched as Wyatt rose his hands to his neck and then frowned when he felt a sudden release of pressure from around his neck. He looked down at Wyatt's hands and saw the metal collar that had been around his neck for way to long.
Unsure green eyes rose to meet Wyatt's blue. Wyatt smiled, "I think it's high time you got a taste of the real world."
"What?"
Wyatt handed Chris a potion. "Dull the effects of the potion, you know," Wyatt waved his hands to indicate Chris' wings, "make you look like a normal person."
Chris smiled gently and while regarding the blue liquid in the vial, "Thank you Wyatt."
"You'll still be able to change willingly. But after three years-"
"Shut up Wyatt."
Chris uncorked the vial, tilted his head back and gulped down the potion, he doubled over as a sharp pain hit him in the back.
He rolled slightly so he was straddling his brother, his long slender fingers dug into Wyatt's for arms; he cried out in agony as his wings contracted, binding themselves back into his body. Wyatt pulled Chris in tighter.
"It's okay Angel. Chris just breathe."
The Angel's fingers dug in harder, he rested his head against Wyatt's chest just below his chin.
"Make it stop." Chris growled through clenched teeth.
"It's almost over." Wyatt promised as he looked down the angel's back. It shouldn't be this painful. Wyatt thought to himself, the wings were an actual physical appendage for his brother but maybe the potion held them outside to long.
He watched in wonder as Chris' skin knitted itself back over the wings, "You're going to be okay." Wyatt whispered.
Suddenly it was over and the boy passed out in his arms, now wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt. Wyatt held the sleeping angel in his arms as he stood up, telekinetically pulling back the sheets he laid the child down and tucked him in. Waving a hand he watched as most of Chris' things from the manor appeared in the room.
Phoebe woke up enveloped in darkness, crying out three orb clouds immediately lit up the room. The light snapped on and revealed three figures, Paige, Leo and Chris…or was it Kit? And Piper came running in.
"Are you okay?" Piper asked.
"Fine." She reassured.
Phoebe looked at the boy and asked, "Chris?"
"No I'm Kit." The boy replied.
"How the hell does someone tell the difference between the two of you?"
"He's got a freckle on his nose. I don't." he replied.
"Someone wanna tell us what got you screamin?" Paige asked.
"Dream. About Chris."
"What about him?"
"Wyatt had him in this room, he was attached to the wall by a chain. He had those wings. Wyatt gave him a potion, and his wings started to recede, he was in so much pain."
"How old did he look?"
"Umm…he looked in his late teens. Wyatt said something about being there for three years."
"That's impossible."
"No it's not." A voice said from behind them. They turned and saw Chris leaning in the doorway, "It happened."
"But when?" Kit asked.
Chris smiled wistfully, "You know when I left you…I was about sixteen… you didn't see me again 'til our nineteenth birthday. Well…I was with him."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Chris straightened, "I figured it was none of your business." He looked at Leo, "Have you seen about my orbs yet?"
Leo shook his head and the room temperature seemed to plummet, Leo was unnerved by the look the young whitelighter was giving him.
"Well…" Chris paused, "See that you do." Leo nodded and Chris walked off.
"Did you feel that?" Paige asked, "It just got so cold."
They all heard the jingling, "Looks like someone wants to talk to you Leo." Kit smirked. Leo glared and orbed out.
"Why do you and Chris act like that toward him?" Piper asked, "He's your father isn't he?"
"Let's just say there are abandonment issues where Chris is concerned and I feel that. So does Wyatt."
"But Leo's not the kind of man to abandon his children."
"When one of his sons looks like his dead wife he is."
