Disclaimer: Yeah…so I don't own Charmed. Whatever…
I was also told through reviews that people said the chapters were too short. So, maybe this one is longer. But if it's not…too bad; it was a good place to end it.
En route to "The Bay Mirror"…
Phoebe Haliwell looked out the window of her car, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. Her thoughts drifted back to the events that happened several minutes ago. What puzzled her the most, however, was the girl.
The blue orbs and the tulip, though unnoticed by her sisters, who were concerned with the threat of the darklighters, did not escape her. It reminded her of something…
As the traffic light went to green, and the stream of cars began to surge toward the intersection, Phoebe slammed down on the breaks.
"Oh my God…"
Quickly, she pulled a U-turn, and sped of into the opposite direction, and soon landed on the roadway that would take her to P3. Cries of annoyance and anger came from the surrounding drivers, but she was oblivious to it all, as the amazement of her epiphany washed over her.
Future, the Underworld…
"My liege…" the armored demon knelt down on the dirty and bloodstained ground, paying homage to a young man. He was blonde, about twenty-five, with his curly hair pulled back in a heavily gelled ponytail. His black, tight shirt showed off his lean muscles, and around his waist lay a jewel-studded belt from which hung a mighty sword.
"Well, obviously, since you are showing me the utmost respect, I take it your squadron failed to capture her," the man remarked curtly, and his eyes shone with a curious mix of annoyance and glee. The kneeling figure trembled as he tried to avoid his master's gaze.
"Sire, they were vanquished by Christopher."
"All the more reason to be ashamed, Tityus," the man fumed. "He is a powerless little twerp whose only goal in life, it seems, is to screw with my plans!"
"My Lord, his power, it was…"
"Exactly, and that is why I want him on my side. Think of my power then!" he bellowed, raising his arms up as lightning shot through them and into the walls.
"However," he continued, the shocks of lightning lessening to a random few, "you have propelled me farther from that goal. But what to do with you…"
He raised his hands, and aimed them at the demon. Tityus conjured a fireball, but it was in vain. He screamed with pain, and erupted into a fiery explosion, which dissipated within a few seconds.
"Drawton?" He called out calmly. A thin demon stepped out of the shadows, and stared blankly at the man.
"Yes, Master?"
"Find me another," he asked with mock politeness. "And Drawton?"
The demon, who had moved to leave, turned once again to face him.
"I want Chris and Bianca dead before that spawn of theirs is born. Understand?"
"Of course, Lord Wyatt."
At P3...
"Bianca?"
Chris looked intently at Bianca. He watched in horror as her brown eyes filled with tears so rarely present here. He found himself wiping away some of his own.
"Please, Bianca…I need to know," he asked again, although now he was dreading the response. Please, he thought to himself, not the cousins.
"Chris," she began, hesitantly relaying each word. "Chris, Leo betrayed us to Wyatt. You were right; we never should have trusted him." She paused for a moment, and then continued.
"He told Wyatt where The Home was. He came in with about a thousand demons, and they just started…to slaughter everybody. He just killed almost all of us. I survived only because the baby's force field came up. Victor was with me in the library, so he's safe in one of the dimension cracks. Mel and Jonas are also safe, since they were conferring with the leprechauns and faeries. But everybody else was…" Her voice cracked, and she trailed off.
"Ella?" he asked, referring to Mel's younger sister, Phoebe's youngest daughter. She was ten, and Chris' goddaughter. His tears were now flowing freely.
Bianca looked down at her hands, and a small teardrop fell.
"Dennis? Prue? Mikey? Tara?…" He stopped naming off his cousins and close friends as he caught Bianca's facial expression. They were all gone.
"The only Haliwells left are you, Mel, Jonas, and…"
"Wyatt," he finished.
Back at the Manor…
The phone rang, echoing through the house. Piper, who was in the kitchen stirring a pot of soup, answered it.
"Hello?"
"Piper? It's me," Phoebe replied, and her voice crackled with the static of her cell phone.
"Pheebes," she said, relieved, "Look, I'm sorry about blowing up at you, but we're all just a little tense right now."
"Piper, never mind that!" she said, excited, "I just realized something!"
"About…" she waited.
Piper could hear her younger sister's sigh over the phone.
"Bianca!" cried Phoebe, exasperated. "She's pregnant with Chris' child!"