Hey, thanks again people for all those wonderful reviews. Its always like christmas and birthday together when I get one!

Anyway, no I still don´t own charmed or any of its characters.

And now, enjoy my new chapter. It was really hard to get this one done...but I think it was worth it.

Last Resort

Chris orbed straight into the demons layer. Scradon and two of his minions were standing in front of a stone table with a lot of paper scattered on it. They had their backs towards Chris who observed them with a dark, baneful look on his face. His Eyes showed pure hatred.

Chris had immediately recognized this demon as the one that killed his mother. Back then he had only managed to get a small glimpse of him, but that was enough. His body size, the clothes, the green - blueish skin colour combined with the rather human looking but pretty muscular physique...

That was definitely the bastard that brought his mother to an early grave. That ripped his whole life apart. That was responsible for his aunts death because of him the power of three was broken. Chris felt like killing the demon the moment he saw him. But he knew he had to stay calm. He had to stick to that little bit of a plan he had.

Suddenly Scradon lifted his head and sniffled with his eyes closed, because he had detected a strange scent. "Whightlighter...", he frowned and then a malicious smile crept across his face. "...and Charmed blood."

He turned around and saw Chris, a very pissed off Chris, with his arms crossed before his chest. Scradon just laughed at him, "What do you want little whitelighter? Do you want to orb me to death? Or probably heal my troubled mind and lead me back to the path of good? Well ... sorry to disappoint you little boy, cause A : I can shimmer myself and B: I have never been good. So get your little pacifist ass OUT OF MY CAVE!"

With the way he screamed the last bit even his minions took a step back. But Chris didn´t even flinch. He just shook his head and spoke in a mocking voice, "ts, ts, ts...a little agitated today, aren´t we? You know, I don´t intend to leave just yet, so why don´t you relax a little, have a drink, commit suicide ... something along that line. "

Scradon was getting angry about Chris behaviour, so he barked, " Careful, little whightlighter. I might get the impression that you are threatening me!"

But Chris just smiled at that, "See, some people say I´m full of surprises, so ...surprise!" And with that he flung an arm in Scradons direction and tked the demon straight into the wall behind him. When he made it back to his feet he resumed his former position next to his minions.

He looked a little irritated, "A whightlighter with wiccan powers and charmed blood? Tell me right now, who are you? "

Chris wasn´t very impressed, "Well sorry, but thats none of your business. But if you gotta know, I´m the one that´s gonna vanquish you."

Scradon just laughed. This dammed whightlighter had wiccan powers. So what? So that stupid, rebellious and obviously suicidal kid would have to learn it the hard way. " If you want me, you´ll have to go through them first!"

Then he waved a hand and immediately ten more demons shimmered in between Chris and Scradon.

But Chris wasn´t stupid. He had expected that Scradon would sent his minions first so he was prepared. He had investigated which kind of demons he´d have to face. Most of them where lower level and a simple vanquishing potion would be enough. But a few other demons would be a little harder to kill.

When the first two approached him Chris started telekineticaly choking one and threw the athame he brought straight at the heart of the other. The demon burst into flames and Chris tked the athame back into his hand. Only a few seconds later the other was vanquished, too.

Scradon got angry at how easy Chris managed to kill them and sent all his demons at him at once.

One of them shimmered behind Chris and grabed him while anoher demon atacked him from the front. The whightlighter managed to kick him hard in the chest and throw the other over his shoulders, so that both ended up sprawled on the floor. He had just managed to throw a potion at one when he had to dodge a fireball while tking another into the wall.

Another demon shimmered behind him and produced a fireball while one in front of him did the same. So just the moment Chris had managed to stand up, he threw himself back to the floor. The two demons had already released their fireballs and ended up vanquishing each other.

Chris quickly got back to his feet when another demon aproached him, this time with a sword. He tked the sword out of the hand of the demon right into the back of one standing a few feet away. He choked the former owner of the sword till he exploded.

Then the stabbed demon turned around and laughed at Chris, saying "You can´t kill me like that looser!" But the young man just smiled back." I know. But this combined with that...", nodding in the direction of a potion he held in his hand, "...will certainly do it, don´t you think?" And with that he hurled it at him, smashing it where the sword came out of his chest causing the demon to burts up in flames.

It took Chris another ten minutes to more or less easily finish off the other demons. When he was done he just wanted to turn towards Scradon when a wave of energy pushed him of his feet and threw him towards a wall and pinned him there, his feet dangling above the floor. Suddenly he felt an aweful burning sensation in his chest, like it was on fire.

The pain made it a little difficult to follow Scradons words as he spoke up, " Whats wrong, little wightlighter? Not so confident anymore? I think I´ll have to teach you a little lesson on how to RESPECT ME! You know, You´ve just made yourself the perfect guinea pig for an experiment that I wanted to do anyway."

He went to a table and picked a potion vial out of a box. While moving back towards Chris he explained," I´m very proud of this little thing here. It prevents you from any visible injuries. You may ask yourself why I wouldn´t want to see you bleeding and all but you know, I just don´t want to destroy your little angelic face so that everyone can see how easy killing you was, once your dead body hangs outside my cave for everyone to see! It will teach them not to mess with me!"

With that he threw the potion to the floor underneeth Chris. The explosion produced yellow smoke, which he couldn´t avoid to breath in, because the burning in his chest had left him panting. Chris body glowed yellow for a few seconds and when it finished he was released and crashed on the floor.

He quickly pulled himself back to his feet. But Scradon didn´t give him much time to get his emotions back in control when he threw a fireball at Chris which hit him hard in the chest. He could feel how some of his ribs had cracked but when he looked down he saw no wound and no blood.

Scradon was obviously happy with the result but didn´t have much time to smile as Chris sent him flying into the wall behind him. And then the battle started. There where constantly fireballs flying through the cave only interrupted when Chris used his telekinesis. He had managed to throw a few potions at Scradon which had weakend him a little but Chris knew it wasn´t enough yet. The demon had hit him quite badly in the chest and abdomen and he probably had internal bleedings but he had to supress the pain for now, there would be time to hurt later. All those years of fighting against his brother had trained him how to do that.

Nevertheless, Chris could feel that his energy was fading and it came to the point where there was only one last thing to do. He had hoped it wouldn´t come so far. It was kind of a last resort power he had to use now, but this was kind of a last resort situation. And he had to do it now before he would become too weak.

So he tked the deamon to the floor one last time and got into position. Chris closed his eyes and concentrated on all the anger that was inside him bottled up and released it. It built up to the point, where he almost couldn´t take it anymore and transformed it into one huge wave of power.

Chris only had done it once so far when he had to defend a group of infant witches against some of Wyatts demons. He had wiped out all twenty of them within a few seconds. He probably would have died that day if Bianca hadn´t found them and brought them back to the resistance because Chris was too weak to orb.

Scradon was back on his feet when the wave hit him. It felt like a thousand fists were punching him hard while someone pinched his head with a hundred needles. It didn´t take long untill he was down on his knees screaming.

Chris felt it was time and he hurled a final vial with the vanquishing potion at Scradon who immediately burst up in flames.

And then it was over.

But Chris didn´t feel happy or relieved. He didn´t feel anything exept a vast numbness and exhaustion even twentyfour hours of sleep couldn´t heal.

With the last ounce of power he orbed to the attic of the manor. There he stood for a while, darkness surrounding him, unable to process what had just happened. Images of the last couple of hours rushing through his head while he stared at the floor unmoving.

And then sudddenly all hell broke loose...