Disclaimer:

Thanks to all who reviewed! And I'm really sorry it's taken so long for me to update, I've been hitting a bit of a dry spot in my creativity, so forgive me if this chapter isn't exactly well compared to the first two. 

Chapter 3

Melinda had decided to call Mindy and let her know that she was ok and that she wouldn't be able to make it to their little "get together". She slammed the phone back onto the receiver and sighed in frustration. Before Chris had a chance to explain what was bothering her, she began one of her oh so famous rambles.

"Ugh! I am so sick of this! Ever since this whole screwed up mess, I've barely been able to keep a social life! I'm constantly canceling plans with my friends due to demon crap, I can't seem to get from point A to point B without getting held up by some demon or miscellaneous evil. And lately I've been having to deal with that bitch Layla, who seems to take sport in pissing me off! And don't even get me started on the whole "my big brother is the ruler of all evil" issue!" she said angrily, and in one breath. Chris was about to talk but his sister cut him off again,

"I mean, what do I have to do to get a normal life again?" she asked, rhetorically of course, but she turned on her heel to look at Chris

"Don't even suggest that we're going to have to kill Wyatt, because that is just not an option!" at this point, Chris expected her to burst into tears, which usually happened after one of her speeches on this particular topic, but no such thing happened. But she just stood there with her eyes narrowed, teeth clenched, and hands balled into fists. Chris was actually worried that she was going to hit something.

"Mel, calm down" he said.

"I am calm" she spat back at him. Her arms dropped to her sides and her shoulders slumped.

"This sucks" was all she said. Chris just nodded. They stayed together in the room for a minute or two, completely silent.

"I'm going to go out for some air" Chris stated bluntly as he walked out the door.

He walked along the street, past houses and small shops until he was across the street from 1329 Prescott Street. He did not dare move closer to it, knowing who was inside. Knowing who was probably pacing the attic floor either yelling at one of his minions, or plotting on how to kill him and Mel. Inside that house was Wyatt.

Wyatt Halliwell stood in the attic of the manor flipping furiously through the Book of Shadows, which had turned evil when it became his possession. As he went through the pages, Layla shimmered in looking like a complete mess.

"What happened to you?" he asked without looking up.

"It was that brat sister of yours, I injured her, but barely. She kept attacking me and with more power than I had expected." She informed him. He grunted in frustration, slammed the book closed, and stared at his assassin intently.

"They said you were one of the best. But no demon is foolish enough to underestimate the child of a Charmed One, my sister!" he yelled at her. She jumped back a little bit,

"I…I'm sorry. It won't happen again" she said weakly.

"Damn right it won't! Because if it does, you're ass will be vanquished faster than you could possibly imagine." He snarled. He walked over to the window. He wasn't surprised to find Chris across from the house, staring at it, his face was formed into a deep frown. Wyatt felt bad for what he was doing to them, but the feeling was quickly shaken away.

"Now, leave my sight. I have work to do" he said blankly. Layla nodded and shimmered away, leaving Wyatt to plot.