Title: A Whitelighter's Priority

Author: rachelAbendstern

Summary: Chris and his little family have to face off Wyatt and the sister get a little extra incentive to bring him back...

Spoilers: Season 6 Charmed; I forgot to mention BtVS last chapter, 'The Gift'

Disclaimer: Neither Buffy nor Charmed is mine, and I don't make any money with it. Lily though belongs to me XP; and now, we finally meet her...

14. Mortal Blow

Dort wo die Nacht kein Morgen kennt vermiss ich dich
dort wo mein Herz für immer brennt verlierst du mich
Wenn mein Engel meinen Namen nennt
Ich halt noch immer deine Hand es ist vollbracht
Dein letzter Schwur ist eingebrannt und keine Macht
Holt dich zurück, denn wir sind verdammt
Doch unser Licht zerbricht die Dunkelheit
Weil jedes Wort von dir für ewig bleibt

Spike was pacing restlessly in the living room of the Summers house, waiting for something to happen although even he himself couldn't tell what exactly that something was. The vampire had been feeling off all day long and that feeling had only grown in intensity when Chris hadn't shown up for the research party the boy knew they were going to have.

It was no set rule that the girl's Whitelighter joined them for every one of their little get-togethers but since each of the demons they were trying to vanquish was a possible threat less to his brother, the young witch hadn't missed a single one so far. Not only that, but their friend hadn't even responded when they called for him and, having that nifty Whitelighter ability of his, Chris should have been able to hear them if he had been on the other side of the planet.

After he didn't even show up to take a nap, Spike couldn't deny any longer that he was worried about the boy. The others had called him a worrywart when they had noticed his restlessness – a worrywart, him, could you believe that? – and told him Chris was probably just fine, busy with the sisters or on his own little crusade again, but Spike just knew something was wrong with the half-breed.

He had waited until now, one or two hours before dawn, hoping Chris would show up and prove he had made a fool of himself for nothing but that hadn't happened so far. His patience finally running low, he made a dash for the phone and dialled the number Chris had given them 'just in case'.

It took an eternity for someone to answer the phone and when they did, Spike didn't bother with pleasantries.

"You bloody well better tell me what the hell is going on down there!"

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"A good morning to you, too, Spike!" Piper heard her little sister answer the phone that had grated on all of their nerves with its insistent ringing, the sarcasm dripping from her words telling tales of the rudeness of the person on the other end of the line.

Maybe they should have stayed strong and not answered it, the Charmed One pondered ruefully. If William got wind of what had happened in the last few hours, there would be even more trouble than there already was, as protective as he could be of his odd little ragtag family. But the stunned – and maybe just a little bit guilty – silence after Chris' and Bianca's departure had grown too loud to just ignore the shrill sound.

"You want me to what?" The woman heard Paige squeak into the phone. Uh oh, that didn't bode well. Her sister must have briefed the vampire without her noticing.

"No, Spike, no way I'll orb you here! You wouldn't be of any help anyways." She just knew it didn't bode well!

Letting a distressed vampire loose on them? Piper had seen the demon in his overprotective mode once when Chris had brought his two friends to the club to retrieve something from his backroom and the vamp had thought Dawn had gotten herself into trouble; she really hadn't envied the poor bloke who had just wanted to dance with the girl. Having heard about Paige's little conversation with Chris about vampires and their clans, Piper found herself agreeing with her sister that William seemed to consider Chris family and she'd rather be stuck in a demons' lair than be around this particular demon when one he of his own was in danger.

"You know what the scary thing is?" Paige sighed into the receiver. "I actually believe you would do that!"

That said the youngest Halliwell sister disconnected the line and turned around to them, explaining: "I'll go and get him. Otherwise he'll – and I quote – get the ruddy witches to drive me the hell up to San Francisco and kick your asses so hard your soddin' offsprings will be remembering it – quote end."

Piper heard her other sister choke down what suspiciously sounded like a cackle while she had to fight down a grin of her own despite herself. Only the infamous vampire could pack this many swear words in one mere sentence.

But what the really scary thing was, the current Halliwell matriarch decided when glowing orbs surrounded her youngest sister, was that in the end everything boiled down to protecting the family – Leo, Piper and her sisters, Chris as they now knew, even Spike in his own demony way would fight with teeth and claws to make sure their respective families were safe. And for Spike she knew, the teeth and claws were meant literally.

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Keeping a cautious eye on their welcoming committee, Bianca soothingly stroked her daughter's long soft hair while the little girl still held on tightly to her father. She was beginning to wonder with shaking nerves how long it would take Wyatt to make his entrance. But the moment she thought this, was the moment Wyatt chose to make himself known.

"Welcome home, Chris!"

She heard the familiar haughty voice of the twice-blessed witch, Wyatt Halliwell, her husband's older brother, filling her with resentment and futile rage.

"Hello Wyatt." Chris' defiant voice greeted his older brother, all the while trying to shield their daughter with his arms. When Wyatt began to saunter towards them he put Lily on her own feet, pushing her behind him where the little one hid her face in the fabric of his trousers while reaching for her mother's leg with one hand. Bianca put her own hand on top of Lily's head, trying to reassure their little girl even though she felt no where near sure they would make it through this confrontation all right.

"They are no threat to me."

The six demons immediately obeyed the unspoken command and shimmered out, leaving the four of them alone in the dark attic of Halliwell manor. A happy family reunion...

"Et tu, Chris!" Wyatt's disdainful voice rang again.

What a joke, Bianca thought bitterly. All the things they had gone through, all the people that had died and for what? Wyatt was still as unaffected as ever by any of their attempts. And now it looked like there truly would be no more escaping from his grasp this time.

"Of all the people to betray me..." The older Halliwell began in what Bianca recognized as genuine disappointment. So the bastard still had emotions.

Chris answered him in another vain attempt to make Wyatt listen to him. "If I wanted to betray you, I would already have killed your younger self like they ordered me to. I went back to save you."

That might not have been a wise thing to say, Bianca feared as she watched the Twice-Blessed's eyes burn with sudden anger.

"Save me?" He questioned. "From what?"

"From whatever evil it was that turned you!" The Phoenix heard Chris' voice taking on the harsh, angry note it got when he felt himself being pushed into a corner and feared Wyatt wouldn't take the defiance well; he never did, but once again the half-breed managed to surprise her. Instead of the angry rebuke she expected, Wyatt let out a cruel laugh.

"That's always been your problem, Chris!" He explained to his stubbornly defiant little brother. "Stuck in your old good versus evil morals. I'm so past that!" The older man took a few steps back and raised a strong hand to get his point across. They all could feel the power suddenly crackling through the air as it gathered in his palm. "It's all about power, it's as simple as that!"

She could feel Chris bristling beside her but wisely decided to stay out of the brothers' argument. Thank god Wyatt still had some tolerance left for his little brother; if anyone but Chris had dared to question the Twice-Blessed in such a blatantly obvious manner, they would have been dead by now.

"And whoever has the most power wins, is that it?" Her hand unconsciously closed around Lily's small shoulder as Bianca tried to stay calm, hoping Chris knew what he was doing.

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Chris had a family of his own in the future...

That was the one thought that kept spinning through Leo's mind for the last few minutes. Never mind his wife being an assassin for the moment; what could possibly be bad enough for anyone to leave his family behind and risk their very existence by trying to change a whole timeline? Especially considering what Chris had told them before disappearing. I would sell my soul if it kept my daughter safe. And he meant that, Leo could tell. It was the way the Elder felt about his own son.

So, what was so horrible about the future that someone had decided there was only one way left to deal with it – namely to prevent it all from happening in the first place. And what had his son to do with it all. Even more to the point, what was the Phoenix talking about when she said they had had a part in creating the hell they had to go back to?

Before the man could spin his thoughts any further though, the tingling sound of orbing filled the attic closely followed by a low growl.

Leo all but jumped in surprise and jerked his head around only to be greeted by Chris' vampire friend in full game face. What the hell was Spike doing here? Had he really been that preoccupied not to notice Paige orbing out to get him? Of course, the question was kind of redundant, seeing as the demon stood there before him, amber eyes glistening in agitation.

Just to be sure, the Elder took a cautious step back. He really didn't know what possessed the sisters to even consider trusting the vampire. Even if he did seem civil enough most of the time.

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Seeing Spike still sporting his demon face after materializing in front of a stunned Leo, Paige chided him in exasperation.

"Oh, come off it, Spike! We want to save him, too, you know!"

Hearing Phoebe snort, she turned around to her sister who was walking over to where the Book of Shadows lay open in its usual place. "I don't know if I want to save him or kick his ass!"

Phoebe's remark of course didn't really serve to calm the worried vampire down.

Trusting Spike wouldn't act on his rage though, Paige ignored him for the time being and went to stand beside her sister. The spell that lay open seemed familiar although the witch couldn't place it at the moment.

"So, how do you plan on bringing him back?" Spike growled, struggling to keep his demon in check. The ridges and fangs had thankfully disappeared, but his eyes were still glowing an uncanny amber.

"We were still working on that when you so graciously asked me to get you." Paige answered him ironically, casting him a reproachful glare which he thoroughly ignored. But deep down, she couldn't blame the demon for his behaviour. She wanted Chris back just as badly. Despite his sometimes aggravating behaviour the youngster had somehow grown on her. She still wasn't entirely sure of his motives but if she ever wanted to find out about them, they would have to find a way to get their Whitelighter – or rather witch-Whitelighter as they now knew – back to them.

"Preferably by finding a way to get us into his future!" Phoebe answered his earlier question, already flipping through the pages, searching for something that might help them.

"There's got to be a spell in here somewhere!" She exclaimed in frustration.

"To take us to the future, I don't think so." Over the course of her years as witch, Paige had come across some spells to take a person back in time, but she couldn't remember seeing one that could actually take them to the future.

"Bianca's a witch, she could do it, how could she do it?"

"You're supposed to be the most powerful witches the world has seen until now, or so Chris told me," Spike interrupted them in ill-contained anger. "Why don't you start acting like it! If you can't find a spell in there bloody write one yourself for god's sake! Or send him something useful, like a weapon!"

Paige actually flushed in shame and anger at his accusation. What did this demon know about witchcraft? That damn floorboard was creaking again when Leo stepped on it.

"It's not that simple, Spike..." she started but was interrupted by her older sister.

"Actually, maybe it is!" Phoebe seemed to be talking more to herself than to any of them, staring at the piece of floor the Elder had just crossed in his constant pacing, but everyone watched her with rapt attention now.

Looking up, the empath turned towards her oldest sister, asking: "Do you remember that time when my past life came to haunt me?" Umm, hello? What had that got to do with anything? But before either Paige or Spike could interrupt, the older witch already continued, now addressing both her younger sister and the vampire.

"You two weren't there for that, obviously, and to make a long story short: my past life threatened to kill me and only this talisman could save me, so I kind of relived that life and placed the talisman somewhere in the house where Prue and Piper would find it in the present."

Now things were getting interesting! With dawning understanding, the half-breed mirrored her sister's earlier stare at the spot of wood where that obnoxious floorboard was creaking again due to Leo's nervous energy.

"Leo..." well, Piper had gotten the clue as well.

"Fix the floorboard!" She continued her sister's open sentence. Never let it be said the Charmed Ones didn't know how to handle a challenge. Most of the time...

"Maybe he was trying to tell us something!" Phoebe mused, taking a few steps forward, her gaze lingering on the oblivious piece of wood.

Spike however was looking from one witch to the other, confusion clearly written on his face. "Who? What?"

"Maybe," Piper joined their sister, spinning on their little theory, while Paige leafed through the book again, trying to find the page where Chris had opened it.

"Maybe that's where Bianca's taking him, to the attic in the future!"

"But that would still be there, wouldn't it?" Phoebe's doubtful voice found her ears.

"Yeah. Unless we fixed it," she answered her sister distractedly.

"Or used it to send him something," Piper now quipped in that firm tone that she used when she had figured out a plan of action. "Something that he needed."

"Like what?" Leo asked confused. Oh for goodness sake, were all Elders this naive?

Ha! Finally, she had it! Paige knew the spell seemed familiar but now it really clicked. It was the same one Chris had shown them to get back their powers that time those three bad-dye-job-blondes had tried to take away their identities.

"Like his powers."

She almost jumped in surprise when the deep voice spoke up from behind her. Cut the almost – she did jump. Damn that vamp for moving so soundlessly. Spike looked over her shoulder at the spell, once again clear blue eyes gleaming in anticipation and satisfaction now that they actually had a plan to help the boy.

Alright, so the spell still needed a little bit of adapting, but now that they knew what to do, that was a piece of cake.

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"So, how come no one ever told me about my niece?" Wyatt asked almost amiably.

Chris wasn't fooled by his brother's sudden change of demeanour though. The nicer the Twice-Blessed got, the worse was the backlash; and this time, it would be worse than ever before. The younger Halliwell would have told his wife to take Lily and get her to safety, fast, but he wasn't so naive to think his brother hadn't taken care of any possible escapes. Even though he didn't have his witch- or Whitelighter powers to sense for barriers at the moment, he still could feel the power circling around and above them on a completely different level. Seemed like his elementals were trying to compensate for the loss of his other powers.

Well, the one thing he did know about them was that they were triggered by his emotions and whatever else he could say about his big brother, Wyatt always did manage to send his emotions reeling.

"The truth?" Chris asked the other man challengingly. Pissing Wyatt off which in turn would rile Chris up seemed like his best shot to make sure his elementals were going to manifest themselves in what he hoped would be a helpful manner. The half-breed didn't try to think too much about that shaky logic. "I didn't want to give you any leverage against me or Bianca!"

If only he could get them to work the way they had with his mother when she had those powers bestowed upon her as goddess.

A cruel smile plastered itself on Wyatt's lips now. "Well, you didn't do a very good job then, did you?"

He crossed his arms smugly over his chest, keeping eye-contact with Chris even though he took up pacing the way their father had done so often when he couldn't contain his energy.

"I found out about her anyway. And if you want her to remain unharmed, you better begin to obey me!"

Oh yeah, let it never be said his brother didn't know how to push his buttons. Until now, Chris had managed to keep some kind of control over himself, but with this outright threat his temper flared up in a vengeance.

"I am not some dog you can order around, Wyatt!" Chris hissed furiously.

Something within him coiled in anger at the image. He would not be Wyatt's lapdog!

Then, out of the blue, a bolt of lightning struck just outside the manor. Thunder roared so loud that their ears were ringing, mingling with a high-pitched scream as Lily clung tightly to his leg. Heavy rain was pounding on the roof and windows. Damnit! So much for controlling his elementals... How was he supposed to fight against his brother if those powers were so damn unpredictable?

Pressing Lily against him with his hand, he could see a faint orange glow outside the window out of the corner of his eyes where the lighting had set something on the ground afire. Neither of the two Halliwells had even flinched. Did Wyatt know about his secret?

"Chris!" He heard Bianca call out but the half-breed didn't react, still glowering at his brother.

His wife had been unusually restrained up until now and he was grateful for that. Chris knew without a doubt that, had anyone but him said all the things he had, his brother would have killed them without a second thought. It was only a matter of time until Wyatt's patience with him ran out as well. But after Wyatt's threat, the Phoenix obviously had enough of being silent.

"You will not lay a hand on my daughter, you son of a bitch!"

She strode forward purposefully, a hand raised in order to summon an energy ball. But the Twice-Blessed was faster. With an almost casual wave of his right hand he sent his lover crashing into the wall behind them.

"Mommy!"

Their daughter scrambled out of his hold and flew over to where her mother was lying on the ground, closely followed by Chris. He let out a breath of relief when he realized she was only stunned, already blinking her eyes in confusion for one moment.

A floorboard creaked loudly behind them, effectively warning them about the other man approaching. Chris turned around to see Wyatt standing a few steps away from them, mouth set in a grim line. Shifting his gaze to the ground beneath him for a second, his sudden hopes proved true. It was the same spot...

"Bianca!" Wyatt spoke again. "I can't believe I trusted you. All this time you have been going behind my back, helping my dear little brother with this ridiculous resistance."

Now, another cruel smirk played around his brother's lips. "It doesn't matter though. I will give you one last chance, just like Chris. Either you will join me; or you will meet the same sad fate as that foolish old man who thought he could spite me."

What old man was he talking about?

Bianca who had drawn herself up by now, bristled at this. "That 'foolish old man' was your grandfather, Wyatt! Don't you have a fucking shred of decency left in you?"

For one terrible moment, Chris felt as if the floor beneath him had shifted. It left him light-headed.

"What?"

He almost couldn't hear his own voice through the haze that seemed to have settled over his mind. Reaching out with his hand, he desperately tried to keep himself upright. Bianca was looking at him with wide, shocked eyes, but that didn't even truly register anymore.

"What?" The older half-breed mocked. "She didn't tell you? Dear old Victor tried to defy me the last time!"

White hot rage surged through him as he heard his brother's careless words, ruling over the disbelief that Wyatt had had absolutely no qualms about killing a family member, Grandpa. There really was nothing good left in him.

"Bastard!"

The furious young man made a dive for his brother before he even knew what he was doing, catching the other witch hard around the waist and bringing him down with him, knocking the wind out of both of them. But Wyatt recovered almost immediately from the unexpected attack, lashing out at his brother and throwing his lighter weight off him and into one of cupboards effortlessly.

Wood splintered, glass shattered and he heard outcries from both his girls but Chris didn't care at the moment. Fury kept him going and suddenly he could feel a force forming within him, shaping itself and the next thing he knew, the burly figure in front of him was literally blown off his feet, crashing into yet another cupboard. But just as soon as his powers had taken shape they were once again out of his reach, leaving behind only the howling of the storm that was raging outside.

Breathing hard, Chris struggled to regain a clear head. He didn't have time however. Suddenly it felt like a cold hand grabbed him around the neck, lifting him off the ground, squeezing. Looking at Wyatt he saw his brother kneeling on one leg with his fist outstretched, shaking in obvious anger.

"You've lost your mind!" The older Halliwell hissed, steadily tightening his telekinetic hold on his younger sibling. "I thought your powers had been stripped!"

Desperately trying to breath, Chris suddenly realized something. He would die today. God, he was so stupid! What would happen to Bianca, to Lily, if he died now?

Through a rapidly narrowing vision he could see the blonde warlock lifting his other hand, summoning an energy ball while telling them: "It doesn't matter. I don't need you!"

But just as he was about to hurl the glowing orb towards him there was a loud shout and the scurrying of feet.

"NO!"

He toppled to the ground, hard, as the hold around his neck unexpectedly loosened, leaving him shaky and gasping for breath.

Bianca, who had her hand embedded deep in the struggling Twice-Blessed's back, trying to draw from his powers, addressed him with a tremble in her usually steady voice. "Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast! I cannot hold him for long!"

Chris' mind raced. His elementals were inaccessibly to any kind of conscious control. So what? The floorboard! God, he prayed, scrambling over and scratching at the piece of wood, for once, just once let my family be worried enough to help me!

They were. Had been. Whatever. The only thing that mattered was the yellowed piece of paper he had found beneath the floor, the black ink faded but still readable.

Glancing at his wife's desperate expression, he hurried to read the spell.

"Powers of the witches rise,
Come to me from across the skies.
Return my magic give me back
All that was taken from the attack!"

Chris felt the tingling of his returning powers at the same time Wyatt was finally able to break the dark-haired witch's hold on him, throwing her backwards with a furious kick.

"Mommy!"

"NO!"

Horrified, he watched as the world seemed to have slowed down, unable to do anything as his lover was staked by a stray piece of broken wood; unable to do anything but throw his brother in the ceiling with his returned telekinesis so hard that it left Wyatt knocked out.

Disbelief mingled with growing panic as he hurried over to the fallen woman, his gaze drawn to the bloodied stake against his will.

"Bianca!" His voice caught in his throat as he cautiously placed his hand on her hip. Bringing down his head to her neck he thought he heard himself whimpering.

"Haven't we been here before?"

Bianca's thin voice shook him out of the stupor he had fallen into for a few seconds. Chris raised his head slowly and looked at the woman he would have gladly given his life for, matching her shaky smile with one of his one.

"Maybe we will be again." Lord, he hoped so! How could he ever live without her?

A low keening sound caught his attention and he looked around in a daze. Concern and shame added to his anguish as he saw their little girl sitting near the portal, rocking back and forth with her knees drawn to her chest, watching them with intent, tearing eyes.

Bianca's soft words once again interrupted the silence. "Maybe. If you can finish what we started."

Chris felt a trembling hand touching the one that lay on his lover's hip, pushing a small cool item in his fingers. Looking down, he saw Bianca's wedding ring resting in his palm. It felt as if someone had just ripped a hole in his chest.

"Take good care of our daughter. And tell her I love her!"

The low rustling of clothes alerted them to Wyatt awakening again and despite her rapidly weakening state Bianca managed to make her voice sound urgent as she told him: "Hurry. Take the spells so he can't send anyone else. Go!"

Shaking, he nodded, taking one last look at her, trying to memorize her every feature before he rose and hurried over the Book of Shadows which his brother, for some unknown reason hadn't taken back to wherever he kept it nowadays after he found out about Chris' departure. Deep down, Chris and Bianca both knew that they probably would not meet each other again, but the half-breed ruthlessly pushed that unwelcome knowledge into the corners of his mind where he would not have to face it anytime soon.

„Mommy! Daddy!"

He could hear Lily crying, as he searched frantically for the spell in the book. Avoiding the view to his right.

There, finally! He found it.

"Hear these words, hear my rhyme,
Heed the hope within my mind."

Just in time he caught sight of a now fully restored Wyatt firing an energy ball his way and managed to duck.

"Take me back to where I'll find
What I wish in place and time."

The portal appeared in a swirl of liquid blue. He cast one last anguished look at his brother, ripped the page out of the book, sprinted to Lily, grabbing her in a tight embrace and jumped through the gateway. Chris could hear his brother's furious shout and another sizzling energy ball aimed their way but it was too late to still harm them.

They crashed on the floor on the other side, Chris shielding Lily with his own body and taking the brunt of the impact. Too numb to feel anything at the moment, he just lay there for a few seconds, tightening his grip around his shaking and sobbing daughter. He didn't want to think, didn't want to remember the last few minutes, but the insistent voice in his ears took him back to reality.

„Chris? Are you okay?" Leo. His father. God, he showed more compassion for a stranger than his own son.

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The boy was half mad with grief, Spike knew that the second Chris and the little girl came crashing through the portal. Almost able to feel the powers radiating off the witch, the vampire could tell that Chris was barely holding onto his emotions.

The silence was deafening. Nobody moved while they all watched Chris who was still shielding the child, staring at them with haunted eyes. While Spike watched, something shifted within those bright green orbs as they focused on the back of the room, something dark and vengeful and suddenly, the demon felt another power surge through the air in his back. Turning around, he saw that the witch's little runt had for some reason put up the protective bubble he had had around Spike for quite some time in the beginning.

Directing his attention back to the half-breed, he suddenly understood why Wyatt felt the need to protect himself all of a sudden. Chris' eyes were rapidly darkening into an eerie, bottomless black, his hair was catching in the wind that was building up around him and Spike had the distinct feeling that it would take a bad ending if no one stopped the boy before he lost himself in his pain.

Without thinking, the vampire stepped in front of the agitated witch, right in the line of fire even as he could feel the wind rise in howling fury. There was no way he would let Chris do that. Especially since he knew that the young one wouldn't feel any better afterwards, to the contrary.

"Don't, Chris. That's not what you want. That's not what you came here for. He is not responsible for anything that happened. Not yet." The demon said calmly, not the slightest bit ruffled by the wind pulling at his clothes.

The burning black holes settled on him then. It caused a cold shiver to run down his spine. After living for almost one and a half centuries there were not many things that were able to impress or even frighten the vampire anymore but the uncontrolled, raging wild magic around Chris was definitely one of them.

Right now, the witch looked more intimidating than he had for a long time. And just like that one time before, back in the demon bar, Spike could hear the boy's voice without him ever having spoken a word.

"I hate him!" the incorporeal voice wailed in hurt and denial.

"No, you don't," Spike replied in the most gentle voice he could muster, knowing Chris was hurting, but also knowing that he was right. "You hate what became of him."

For a few moments nothing happened. Chris only sat there, staring at Spike without giving any kind of sign that he had understood. Then, the wind changed and centred around the boy and before anybody could even react, he dissolved into wisps of wind, leaving behind the distressed little girl.

tbc

A/N: ...I'm baack :) ... ducks flying tomatoes

I'm really, really sorry that I kept you waiting for so long. But don't worry. It will get worse. XP

The end of term is nearing and somehow, all the really difficult things have waited until now to show up. I still have several programs to write and I ought to learn for my exams as well, so don't be too mad if updates only once a month become a commonplace thing with me. That doesn't mean I'm abandoning the story however. It will only take longer to finish it.

You have no idea how hard it was to write this particular chapter... Especially since I didn't truly wanted Bianca to die. But it would have thrown over my whole concept of the story if I had kept her alive :( So, to any Bianca-lovers out there: I am so sorry!

And to any others: I hope you liked the chapter nevertheless.

Anyways, the intro is of 'Dying Words' by Nu Pagadi and here's the translation:

Where the night knows no tomorrow I miss you.
Where my heart burns for all eternity you lose me
If my angel calls my name.
I am still holding on to your hand, it is done;
Your last oath is branded and no power
Brings you back because we are lost.
But our light breaks the darkness
Because each of your words is remembered until the end of days.

Okay, so maybe the words don't make much sense, but I still thought it fit the mood of this chapter...

And now's review time.

Wow, every time I take so long I get more reviews :)

BlackNightWolf04: Thank you! So, did you like Spike's part in this?

Issa: Thanks, but sorry, no can do. Really I'm sorry :(

phoebe turner: Thank you so much. Well, he did. Hope you liked it...

Cassi: I am so sorry! Hope you were still curious enough to read that.

redfox88: Umm, well, I didn't update, so that's just fine. That you couldn't review right away I mean. Glad you liked the chapter. I like Bianca too. And I don't think she turned on Chris in the series. She just wanted to know him safe, whatever the cost... I think your question whether or not they are coming to the past has been answered in this chappie ;)

Knives 42: Thank you! I did update. Like I said, updates won't be regular anytime soon, sorry

gabrieldarke: THANK YOU:) Sorry about the long wait :( Where's the timeline off? I try to keep it in mind but well, mistakes happen.

HauntedPast: I'm glad you do :) Thank you. And I will, it just depends whether or not I find the time to do it in a reasonable amount of time .

Thank you all so much and tell me if I forgot one of you, I wouldn't want that.