Next chapter, R&R, thanks!

"What kind of signs are they?", Chris looked at the girl beside him.

"First I'm having those dreams, they started about two years ago. I didn't know about the contract, so I thought it was just some weird thing. I dreamed about caves and tunnels, I saw my Mom and I constantly heard her screaming"

"I know that one...", Chris sighed.

"What?", Milly was out of concept.

"Nothing, go on"

"Er...well, lately, when I dream, I get hurt, I mean really get hurt", she rolled her shirt up to her navel so Chris could see the big bruises under it.

"Oh...Did this happen often?"

"Anytime I dream about the caves. There are some other things. You see, I feel that I'm watched, it's like knowing that someone stares at you when you're dancing in a club, but all the time and a lot less pleasing." -Chris couldn't help but to smile about that.

"Every time I leave the house I feel this cold", she continued, "It is supernatural, like fog. It is all around me and I can not do anything about it. I'm scared and I don't feel savee anymore . Chris, I don't want to die."

"You wont.", Chris said calm.

"Hm...", she said disbelieving.

He took her shoulders and turned her around, forcing her to look into his face: "You won't! Right? I'll do what I can and that will be enough, you won't die!"

Milly remained silent, looked on her knees again and seemed to doubt, that there was anyway she could be saved.

"I'm taking you home now.", Chris set while getting up, "You will collect all information you can get about this clan and the signs and whatever, tomorrow, we are going to have a look at the book of shadows."

Milly's eyes got bigger: "The book of shadows?", she sounded like a hysterical boyband-fanatic once again.

"Yeah...", Chris answered, lifting her up, "New rule! -Stop this tone, please, I can't take it. We are normal people, all of the Halliwells and actually it is not the coolest thing in the world", he imitated her voice, "being part of this family. Actually it sucks pretty bad."

"I'm sorry, Chris.", but she actually sounded a bit offended.

"Just so we understand each other, this is a job for me, so don't be a drama queen, right, I won't do any good. I won't apologize or be all nice and lovely.", the truth was Chris felt terribly sorry just saying this, but he couldn't stand her look. She had looked at him like she was his girlfriend and as if he had commitments to her, like being charming around her, but Chris was so tired of always playing the angel and being happy with what he got. He just wasn't and he was sick of pretending that he was. It wasn't even her fault, that's why he was sorry. But noone else was there that Chris could take his anger out on.

"You are very rude, Chris. So maybe the Halliwells really aren't that special, if they raised a son that behaves this way in front of a girl and charge.", she said, totally changed; confident and loud, straight into his face, "Under normal circumstances I would not wait a second to tell you goodbye for good, but the truth is, I need you, I can't do anything about that. I just hope you think before you talk next time."

Chris closely looked at her for a second, there was temper somewhere inside her...

A bit harsh he took her arm and orbed her back into the alleyway beside her café to leave her there with no goodbye, orbing back to the bridge. Milly had seemed really angry with him, which was absolutely eligible for he really behaved as if he never been told how to treat a girl.

He leaned against a piece of red steel and thought about his ways. He had changed over the years.

When he was about ten he was the typical little brother, always trying to be just like Wyatt.

Everyone was so in love with little Wy that Chris figured he was better in any way than he himself and throughout the years he began to think that this was unfair and unproved.

It wasn't like he didn't get along with his bigger brother, they had good laughs as well as deep conversations, but Chris could smell Wy's arrogance when it came to magic. That wasn't his fault; Piper and Leo always treated him like a treasure , the most important person in he world and spoiled him by that. Chris loved them all, but tat could not take away the pain. Never had he felt equal to his brother, he always felt like a cheap, weaker version of him and that ached. It hurt being Wyatt Halliwell's little brother instead of Chris Halliwell period.

And this made him be mean to people that never harmed hin in any way, like Milly.

"Chris, I'm proud of you", a familiar woman's voice said and when he turned around he saw Tara standing on the other side of the bridge.

"How did you get here?", Chris asked disturbed.

"Magic..."

"What do you want from me?"

"Just tell you, I'm proud that you took your charge."

"I said don't spy on me!"

"I did not spy on you Chris.", she said seriously, "I just noticed, that the screaming disappeared. Your negativity still remains, but at least you are doing your job...and now you won't ...you know."

"Whatever, you said it, now you can leave,"

"No, I can't"

"And why that, Tara?"

"Because the spell I cast only leads me to you but not back home."

Chris knew what she was trying to say and slowly figured, that this had been her whole intention, getting him to take her current home; the Halliwell house. And there would be Mommy and Daddy and golden boy Wyatt telling him what to do and to be nice again.
Every bone and muscle in his body refused to do it, but he couldn't leave Tara up there, so he finally took the tall brown-haired girl by the hands, gave her a disappointed look and orbed them to the old Halliwell house. He hated being a part of this family.

I know it takes me a little long to get to the point, but I'm still firguring out where the story goes, but please reply, will you?