Chapter 10

Chris kept himself on high alert as he appeared in a sandy cave. The only sources of light were torches on the walls. He scanned the area with both his eyes and his magic, making sure he was alone. When satisfied, he whispered a summoning spell-

Come to me the one I seek

Demon of dark thoughts and deed

The end to you its bleak

On you may the fires feed

Dust and wind began to circle a few feet in front of him. Then it abruptly died away as a demon appeared. The demon was dressed in fine black attire. He looked wealthy and powerful like most upper-levels.

"Who dares summon me?" spat the creature. Chris forced himself to be brave and step forward. The demon looked at him and then laughed.

"A whitelighter, a runt… how pathetic." The demon laughed more. Chris smiled; the demon was underestimating him, an advantage - surprise. As the demon laughed, he slipped his hand to pull his athame out of its hiding place. Then Chris threw it. It imbedded into the demon's right front shoulder.

Fang stopped laughing and pulling the athame out. He stared at it a second and then looked at his wound. To Chris's surprise and dismay, it healed.

"Sh-"

Fang threw the athame back at him. Chris ducked. The athame embedded itself deep into the wall behind. Then Fang, using his telekinesis, threw Chris into the wall. The demon walked closer to the fallen boy.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here? A fighting runt. How rare. You wouldn't happen to be that new whitelighter brat of the Charmed Ones? The one from the future?"

Chris glared as he tried to get up.

"How delightful, you are him. Tell how are the Charmed Ones of your time? Alive and well?"

Chris released his anger by telekinetically throwing the demon into wall. Slowly standing up, he looked at how the demon faired. Chris smirked; the demon was in shock.

"Who are you, runt? No whitelighter can do that."

"Wouldn't you like to know," Chris threw him again.

Fang growled and threw a large, amped up energy ball at his enemy. Chris sent it back. The demon merely sidestepped, causing it to hit the wall. Then he proceeded to telekinetically slam Chris into the wall.

The boy hissed in pain as a sharp rocks cut into his arm. The smell of blood leaked into the air. The demon sniffed and frowned.

"Blood of a Charmed One and an Elder? My, my, am I being graced with the presents of Wyatt or a brother? Though conceding the facts, you're probably a brother. You're a runt."

Chris growled and threw a blasting potion at the demon, but ducked when Fang sent an energy ball and the potion at him.

The potion explored on a rock formation, blasting it to sharp points pieces everywhere. The energy ball barely missed Chris while the rock pieces didn't.

Just then Sam orbed in and ducked an energy ball.

"Henry Samuel Mitchell, what are heck you doing here?"

"Hey, Chrissy came to help and um… tell ya something um… later."

Chris growled as he tossed Sam some potions to use.

Paige just stared at the spot Sam had once sat.

The word, you, echoed in her mind.

Wow, she thought, never expected that. She felt guilty and shocked. Mindlessly, she picked up the cup and put it in the sink at the bar, then orbed to the manor to spread the news.

Paige formed in the kitchen where Piper was cooking breakfast as Phoebe played with Wyatt and Leo drank coffee, watching both his son and wife.

"He's my son." She stated and she sat down at the table. Everyone's movement besides Wyatt ceased.

"What?"

"Who?"

"Huh?"

Wyatt just giggled.

Paige sighed heavily and explained.

Wyatt giggled as he played with his toy.

Sam cried out in pain as an energy ball hit his side. He cursed as he avoided another. He stood up and channeled the demon's powers. Both he and Chris were tiring quickly and the demon acted like it was all a warm up. Chris could never get close enough to throw the powerful potion and then say the spell. Then Sam got an idea, the zap-zap power. He smirked.

The zap-zap power was Chris's power over electricity. It was nicknamed by their youngest cousin. It was uncontrollable and fueled by strong tangible anger. Sam winced; it was time to anger Chris and save their lives. The power would surely give them the upper hand.

"Hey, Chris."

"What?" He said annoyed.

"Zap-zap."

"What?" He sounded confused. Even the demon looked confused. Sam just grinned.

"She knows I'm her son!"

"What?" growled Chris. Oh, he was defiantly angry.

"Who?" asked the demon. He seemed eager to know what the boys were talking about.

"Huh?" Why would a demon care about what he and Chris were talking about. Demons, they're so weird.

Looking at Chris, Sam smiled at the electrical sparks jumping around his older cousin's hands and arms. Chris was glaring at him, so Sam pointed at his hands and then at the demon.

'Later we will talk.' Older boy said telepathically, now he needed to focus on the Fang if they were to make it out alive. Sam nodded and watched as Chris fired a stream of electricity at the demon. When the demon was down, the potion was thrown, and then both cousins said the spell.

Terrible deeds of death and deconstruction

An ancient evil, powerful in mind

Be gone forever to prevent depression

Hear now the words of the Halliwell kind

The demon exploded and causing a blast that knocked one boy out and the other severely wounded.

"… and then he said 'you' and orbed out."

"Wyatt has siblings." Piper stated unconsciously looking at his ex-husband.

"And cousins," added Phoebe, thoughtfully.

"That's beside the point right now." Paige sighed. Her sisters nodded. Leo looked on and then spoke.

"Why do you think he's here and told you about who he is? I'm sure Chris warned him not to."

"Future consequences and all," Paige said agreeing with her former whitelighter. Sighing, she crossed her arm on the table and continued.

"I wonder how old he is. He doesn't look any like Richard. Sam… like my father." At the last part, Paige smiled softy.

Suddenly there was a crash and a cry sounded in the attic.

"Mom, help!"


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