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Chapter nine

A tired Chris climbed out of bed and realised that once again he wasn't wearing what he usually was when he changed forms, sighing he ran his hand down the dark green silk wrap that fell from his hips to the floor.

"Again with the costume changes." Chris muttered.

The young witchlighter could sense the entire family including his brothers downstairs when a thought entered his brain, it was Halloween, the party at P3. That was a much better alternative then staying here with Wyatt, Kit, the sisters and Leo all arguing over him like he was a piece of furniture.

Shimmering into his room at P3 he walked out to the dance floor grinning as he surveyed the costumed dancers, letting the music wash over him he melted into the crowd and danced.

His head snapped up at one stage, sensing his twin by the bar, untangling himself from the throng of people he walked toward the bar, "Hi Christian."

"What are you doing here Chris. Piper said you were asleep."

"Key word in that sentence is was, as you can see I'm awake now." He pulled Kit onto the dance floor, "So what does Wyatt want?" he asked, his left hand playfully snaking its way down 'Kit's chest to his belt.

"Chris what are you doing?"

Dark green eyes leveled on the other man, "You glamoured into the wrong twin big brother."

Kit faded and Wyatt appeared, "How'd you know?"

Chris grinned, "Kit doesn't have a freckle on his nose dummy."

"Are you drunk?" Wyatt asked."

"Oh wouldn't you like to know?" Chris said as he turned away from his brother.

"Chris don't walk away from me."

Chris looked over his shoulder, his now black eyes glinting under the lights, "How about you follow me?" he asked suggestively.

Flashback

"Christopher Peregrine Halliwell don't turn your back on me!" Wyatt shouted.

Sixteen-year-old Chris whirred around and glared at his brother, "Why the hell not? You're not my brother anymore!"

Wyatt shimmered over to him and grabbed his wrist, yanking the younger witch into him then shimmering the two of them out.

When they landed in Wyatt's compound Chris fell heavily on the bed, Wyatt forced Chris' mouth open and poured a potion down his throat.

"Wyatt what are you doing?" Chris spluttered.

"Powers of the witches rise

Course unseen across the skies

Magic black and magic white,

Join together this very night,

Bind Chris Halliwell to his other form."

Chris cried out in pain as his wings sprouted from his back, his back arched and he screamed at the ceiling.

Panting heavily once the wings had appeared on his back the young witch tried to pull away from his brother when Wyatt snapped a metal collar around his neck, "Welcome home little brother." Wyatt said as he walked out the door locking him in a room with just a four poster bed.

End Flashback

Chris' black eyes looked up at his brother, "What's the matter Wyatt? Don't you like me anymore?"

"Of course I like you Angel."

"Wyatt let go of me!" Chris screamed over top the music.

"What are you doing?" Wyatt hissed.

"You're hurting me!" Chris' eyes had changed back to green and there were tears falling down his cheeks.

"Hey, let him go!" He saw Leo come up behind Wyatt and pull him away from Chris, Chris wrapped his arms around his father and loud sobs wracked his body.

"Daddy, he hurt me daddy" Chris whimpered.

"I never!"

Leo led Chris back into the office with Wyatt close on their heels, "take it back you little bastard." Wyatt snarled.

Chris lowered his head just enough so Wyatt would still be able to see the smirk on his face. The three of them orbed back to the lounge at the manor.

"Oh finally! I was so worried," Piper wrapped her arms around Chris, pulling him into a hug, "don't you ever scare me like that again!"

"Sorry mum." He whispered.

Piper saw his eyes, "You've been crying."

Chris wiped his eyes furiously, "I'm okay."

She saw the bruise on his wrist, then glared at Wyatt, "How could you do this to him."

Wyatt glared at her then flopped down on the couch, "I barely touched him."

"He used his telekinesis." Chris whimpered.

Piper's eyes widened, "My god Wyatt he's your brother."

"That's not all he is." Wyatt said, eyeing his younger brother.

"That's enough!"

Chris sat down on the stool Phoebe brought out for him and crossed his left leg over his right and let his wings fan out behind him as he surveyed the family. He closed his eyes, letting a tear fall down his cheek.

Phoebe tried to get a read on her nephews, Wyatt she could feel lust, anger and hurt, Kit she could feel fear, love and hope. From Chris…there was nothing.

Now nothing is a rather disturbing thing to feel from someone who's older brother is the Source of all Evil, his twin was dead and is now his older brother's whitelighter, and now Chris had two wings on his back.

Something is very wrong here…