Chapter twenty-two:

Over the next week or so Prue and the others began setting up an alternate location for them to stay. They had decided on a gymnasium in an old abandoned high school on the southwest side of the city. The new space was even more run down than the Halliwell's old nightclub, but what they needed was a hiding place, not a luxury hotel. The elders had temporarily been using their magic to conceal the new location from Wyatt while the group of witches got the place set up.

In the meantime, Prue, Brian, Bridget and Danielle were remaining at P3 guarding the senator as they were the most powerful of the group, and Wyatt knew specifically to sense for them. They could not risk being at the school until they cast a more permanent cloaking spell, which could not be done yet because of all the magic it required to keep there location at the club hidden. As for the elders protection, they could not rely on that as if Wyatt found a way to weaken the elders just a little bit the shield over the school would fail.

It made Prue nervous just waiting around like a sitting duck, knowing Wyatt could locate them at any time. She herself could not receive any premonitions about what Wyatt was up to so all they had to go on was the vague sense of doom the elders were perceiving. What's more is there was no way to know if what they were assuming about Wyatt finding them was really even what the elders were sensing. That is why Prue was so set on getting a premonition. Her powers were well advanced and she could usually get premonitions on command, but her emotions were all out of whack with everything that had happened. Everyday Chris was missing she got more frustrated and more upset and that certainly wasn't helping her powers.

Having arrived back at the club, and seeing his girlfriends frustration, Sean tried to go over and calm her down. "Relax Prue." He told her. "The gym is almost ready, we will be able to permanently relocate soon and Wyatt will have to start his search from scratch." She looked up at him and nodded. "Good." she said although she did not sound all that positive. Not knowing what else to tell her he simply took her in his arms and held her as if he was never going to let go.

Down in the underworld Chris was getting more and more tense. He simply had a bad feeling, like he knew something terrible was going to happen and soon. He also had not seen Bianca since she informed him that Wyatt was stepping up the search for Prue and the others, and this worried him. He found himself not only concerned for his family and friends but also for Bianca. He was beginning to realize that she meant a lot to him even if he tried to fight it.

To his relief however Bianca shimmered into his "living room." As soon as he saw the look on her face however, that relief was quickly swept away. "There is a rumor circulating," she started clearly out of breath, "That Wyatt has finally located your friends. He plans on attacking them later today at your mom's old nightclub." From the look on Chris face Bianca could tell that Wyatt had indeed discovered the witches true location.

For a moment Chris was strangely silent, pacing back an forth as if he had no direction when he suddenly, lunged his fist at the wall, punching through a huge whole. "Dammit." he muttered under his breath, not even acknowledging the fact that he was bleeding. Bianca rushed over to him and tried to tend to his hand, but he yanked it away. "Your hurt." she insisted, but Chris was determined. "It doesn't matter. I have to try and fight my way out of here or die trying."

The idea sent a wave of terror though Bianca's body, and she simply froze. Never had she felt so afraid of anything, and she had put her life in danger countless times on the job. But the idea of Chris dying, well that was too terrible for her to imagine. And she knew there was no way that Chris would be able to fend off all of Wyatt's demon guards. They were not any lowly servants they were ten of Wyatt's most powerful upper level demons, and there was no way of vanquishing them without a specific potion containing a piece of their flesh. "No." She screamed stopping Chris in his tracks. "There is another way." He turned back and gave her a puzzled look.

Meanwhile Wyatt was back at the manor preparing for his upcoming attack. In his arrogance he had made the decision to take care of the problem himself. He single handedly wanted to wipe out those that were left resisting him. He particularly wanted to make sure that the senator was killed and Prue was taken care of for good. His cousin was becoming too much a nuisance. He simply smiled devilishly in the mirror not anticipating any problems. After all the only witch that could even remotely challenge the twice blessed source was his little brother and well Chris was safely captive in the underworld. Wyatt was truly pleased with himself sure that this loss would finally break Chris' faith in "good," and then he and his brother could rule the world together. Off that thought Wyatt orbed out set on his murderous task.