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Chapter One | Family

Family.

The only thing more important than the coven was kin. It was whole covens started. Kins branched out through marriage and friendship, and soon, witches could link their ties from one coast to another.

To betray them was downright blasphemy.

Turmoil twisted and turned in Wyatt's gut as he lay with Chris, their legs intertwined, his fingers woven deeply in thick, brown hair, on his bed. Below him, he could hear his mother's and father's voice discussing mundane things while she cooked dinner. He could hear his sister's television as she watched and did her homework in the room beside him.

And he lay, in his room, holding his demonic boyfriend in his arms.

Licking his lips, Wyatt continued the motion of combing through Chris's hair, the action comforting to both of them.

"These thoughts are going to kill you one day,"

Wyatt couldn't help but chuckle mirthlessly, "They won't understand."

"Most wouldn't; but, your family will probably listen better than mine," was the soft retort.

Wyatt swallowed as he felt Chris nuzzle deeper into his chest, the younger man getting more comfortable, "The expectations we are expected to follow are binds that we can't get out of. We should just...cherish the time we have."

"You speak as if you know that I'm going to leave you," Wyatt whispered.

Wyatt grunted as Chris shifted, the demon's hands pressed to each of his shoulders and dark green eyes looked sadly into his blue ones. "We both know what your decision will be, love, and we both know how this will end."

Wyatt slowly lifted a hand and cupped the side of Chris's face. His other hand carefully caressed over the bruised skin on Chris's torso. "I refuse to let that become reality."

Chris leaned into the hand, melancholy deep in his expression, "Just make it quick when it does."

Dinner was always tense. Wyatt was always too fearful that his family would find out about Chris's dual heritage and vanquish him right there at the table. Chris always threw off the vibe of not being 100 percent human or witch. Even when Wyatt was thirteen, at Freshmen Orientation into the high school, Wyatt could pick up the soft vibe that Chris gave off subconsciously. It wasn't damning, far from it. Many people harbored that bemusing vibe that Wiccans and other people just picked up on.

He just hoped that his family never gave thought into it.

Piper was always polite, offering second helpings and inquired about Chris's day and life. Leo was quiet, not one-hundred percent comfortable with his son dating another man; but, wasn't going to say anything to preserve his son's happiness. Melinda, only younger than him by a year and half, was just like how she would be when her older brother was in a serious relationship : embarrassing. Sharing tales of their childhood that made him blush but made Chris chuckle and ask them terrifying questions that his little sister shouldn't be asking.

When night came, Wyatt was never happy to let him go. It was usually thirty minutes after dinner, Chris would gather his things and both of them would head to the front door. Wyatt didn't want Chris to leave. His hand would always settle on Chris's side, right on top of the bruises that he knew were there, and uselessly hope that he wouldn't come back with anymore. But it was only a fool's wish.

With a soft kiss goodbye, Wyatt gently closed the door and watched as Chris began walking down the street, only to sigh mournfully once he couldn't see him any longer.

"Honey, is everything okay?"

Wyatt peered up and looked at his mother, her worried brown eyes slightly narrowing as she saw the dullness in his own. "Honey?"

"Chris wasn't at school today." Wyatt answered.

"Oh." Piper's brows furrowed, "Maybe he's just sick or something. I'm sure everything is fine."

Wyatt held back the snort that was desperate to come out. How could he explain to her that he knew that something bad happened to his boyfriend. How he snuck out during the night to meet him only to basically be told goodbye? He knew something was wrong, he just, couldn't go down to the Underworld and search it for the Prince of it to simply demand answers.

"Yeah. I'm sure, he's okay."

Piper smiled and patted the thick text that was in her son's hands. "Make sure you know this stuff, Maria Di Rege is a tough lady."

Wyatt managed a smile, "So I've heard."

The italian words blurred. He only hoped he would have some answers before he departed for Europe. It was a three month long trip in the hopes of strengthening the Italian and American Wiccan ties by getting the heirs of high-ranking covens to mingle. And if a few marriages came out of it, well, it was beneficial for both sides. A united Wiccan nation is every witches' dream and this is how the covens hope to achieve it.

Closing his book, Wyatt headed up the stairs. He eased his door shut and closed his eyes. He would give his family a few hours then he was heading back to the baseball field. He had to see Chris once more before leaving, and that was his best chance.

-BREAK-

He wait until the sun began peeking over the horizon before he headed home. He hoped that his lover would magically reappear, telling him that it was all a joke. His father was still alive and he wasn't the Source of all Evil. Kneading his eyes, Wyatt willed away the tears. He looked both ways before dissolving in a cloud of blue lights to reappear in his bedroom. He fell onto his bed, a few tears leaking through.

How could Chris do this?

Logically, he knew that Chris had no choice. If he didn't take the title after his father's assassination, the Underworld would fight for power and that fight would spill out to both the Wiccan world and the mortal one. He ran a hand over his short blond hair. Where did this put them?

Was it over?

Was he supposed to go on as if Chris was dead?

His lips curled inward as a broken sob left him.

Now he knew how his mother felt when his father left.

Completely broken.