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Windows: bullet proof ……..check!

Walls: Double spell and potion proof……check!

Floor: No one's gona dig through a 5 inch steel plate!...check!

+smiles evilly+

This will be the first time, ill do the disclaimer shortly and in total peace.

So, they don't….

Chris: …Hey dragons, long time no see, dude!

How the hell did you get in here!

Chris: Through the door, why? Dude you are getting weirder from day to day!

AGGGGGGGRRRR! How stupid,stupid,stupid can I be?

Chris (+takes in a deep breath to answer+)

Don't you dare!

Chris: So what's the matter?

I just wanted to do the first serious disclaimer in the whole history of this story.

Chris: If that's all! WYATT!

Wyatt: Hey there!

Chris: There was a request of the author for a serious disclaimer.

Wyatt: Let me, me ,me! (+jumps up and down+)

All right, I surrender!

Wyatt (+with deathly serious face+): Ladies and gentlemen…

Chris:+ hums the intro of the evening news+

Wyatt: …Welcome to the evening disclaimer, my names Wyatt Mathew Halliwell.

As the press agency Reuters confirms, does the famous worldwide loved cast of the recently cancelled popular TV show Charmed not belong to a person sufficiently known as "dragonsflyfree".

The author annotated to this case, that a copyright-violation was not intended. Lately arisen rumours about some of the main characters held captive by said famous writer are a plain right lie.

"We are all," to quote the author "a happy flat-share!"

Chris: Wow Wy, you're a freakin dictionary!

AHHHHH Someone come and take these two loonies out of my house!

Chapter ten / part six (DON'T beat me it'll end soon!)

All Chris wanted was to lay down his battered body and sleep away all of his pains.

But Wyatt forced him to have dinner with him. The young whitelighter hung more in his chair then he sat. His eyes were smote of a heaviness that made it hard to follow the endless speeches and indoctrinations that came out of his brother's mouth like a never ending stream.

AWAY!

He wanted to be far, far away!

His tiredness didn't stop Chris from sending angry glances towards his brother.

…

Angry glances, that's all Wyatt got from his brother throughout the whole dinner. At some point he simply gave up the attempt to chatter the dark moods that hung heavy in the room away.

So the rest of the evening went by in icy silence.

Chris waited with frayed nerves for further punishment, as the sound of a harshly jotted fork made him jump slightly.

"I think tonight we're getting nowhere with our "conversation", so now its time to show you your room."

Chris swayed slightly as he stood up to follow his brother out of the room. He would have given a lot to simply orb his tired body to whatever damp cell his brother had allocated for him.

It was a surprise. The room was no cell at all, but maybe the best guarded room in the whole headquarter, as Chris guessed. Something on the room was strange to the young whitelighter; he just couldn't grasp it right now.

It was a windowless but nice little chamber, on which someone had spent an amount of time to make it some kind of comfortable.

Wyatt yet again smiled that smile that made ice-cold shivers run down his little brother's spine.

How could someone enjoy such a false performance?

Chris let his eyes wander through the room. As they fell upon the bed, he suddenly knew what it was, that was strangely familiar to him.

This was his own bed.

The one he had slept in half of his life. – The happy half!

How could Wyatt dare! Chris got angrier by every second ticking by.

"How could you…!"

Wyatt shrugged and furrowed his face in perplexity.

"Just some reveling of the good old days, little bro! Surprised?"

"Seriously pissed of would be more fitting! How could you bring it here! Did you honestly think I could still sleep in it after all the changes, after everything you have done to the world we grew up in?"

Painful memories of his lost family, his lost chance for a happier life overwhelmed the boy.

He couldn't talk on further.

There were so many things that he'd like to say to his brother, he'd like to smash the words right into his smiling face, but out of his pain-strangled throat came once again nothing.

Was this Wyatt's intention? A sick little mind game? Warming up some cosy childhood memories, being nice to his little brothers pained and tortured soul and he would gladly join him?

Dream on Wyatt!

Chris only kept up with the thought that he would soon hopefully see the complete headquarter. So he kept a stiff upper lip and tried to focus on his task.

"So if you don't like it, don't sleep in it!" Wyatt shrugged once more. Most of the times his brothers reactions seemed really strange to him. But he would change that soon enough.

"Bianca!" The source called.

After Wyatt had dismissed the young Phoenix to rest as they had returned from the orphanage, she now shimmered back in instantly.

"What is she supposed to do here?" Chris growled with an angry glance at the girl.

"She will take care that you don't try more stupid things while I try to get some rest. You know what brother? You are more arduous then a whole bunch of demons."

"You can't be serious. She is going to baby-sit my sleep!"

"If I could only be sure of you sleeping!"

Chris mumbled unintelligible courses while he started to take a closer look at the room. No windows, just one door beneath which Bianca started to settle down unceremoniously. Wyatt stud there glaring at his brother and Chris knew that he was burning for a nice long chat with him. But he would not give him that.

The youth was still in some dangerous mood that would bring him into only more troubles if he would start to pronounce his thoughts.

And he would do it; he knew his temper all too well.

So he remained fuming but silent.

"Come on Chris, talk to me, I know that you want it as much as I do. I can literally see your comments burning on your tongue.

Come on, be cheeky, be angry now we are almost alone, but be something!"

Still Wyatt got no reaction.

After a while of awkward silence, Wyatt shrugged for the last time this night and simply shimmered away.

Chris settled down in front of the bed, watching it like some precious treasure.

It looked simple. A wooden bedstead that was decorated with different patterns and some small gemstones. The ornaments were in some places artfully painted while other seemed to be made in a naïve childlike manner.

Carefully and fondly he traced a finger over the old at some places spalled colorful ornaments...

...He had always been in trouble with sleeping.

For the best he was a light sleeper with occasional nightmares, but when things got worse he woke up every night screaming or wasn't able to sleep at all.

Piper was at some point through with her knowledge.

She had tried to help her youngest with all sorts of sleeping teas. The sisters had sat at the bed of the boy for endless nights. Phoebe had even tried it with some sort of counselling sessions for him. All to no effort. Till Paige had the idea with the bed.

They had adorned Chris´ bed together. He could tell from every part who had done it. Even his dad had done his part of work. His tiny blue stars seemed like a shower of blue orbs.

At least they had blessed the bed with all sorts of spells – some real and some beautifully faked as for to comfort the little ones troubled soul.

Chris could say justly that he had the safest bed in the whole country – even comparable to his brother's force field.

And it worked: The sleeping problems subsided.

His bed was his fortress.

And now it was here – right in the middle of hell.

The contrast between the good magic it emitted and its cruel environment was almost physically painful for the young whitelighter.

Wyatt knew what he would trigger with the simple gesture of bringing it out of the manor/museum to this place.

He initiated emotional torments through this and he got them immediately.

But he would not get to him so easily.

Chris placed a blanket and a small cushion in the corner the farthest away from Bianca and settled in for the night.

Bianca glared at him as if he'd lost his mind completely now.

He thought about offering her to take the bed for the night, but he did not believe that the magic it still inherited would let her even near it. At least she was a demon!

But it would bring her far away from the door – his only way to get out of here.

He wouldn't do that. To poor, to easy to be seen through.

+Any ideas to remove the band yet+

Serena! He had totally forgotten about her.

+No, nothing at all. I think you can go to sleep now, Serena. Get some rest!"+

+But…+

+No buts Serena, nothing special will happen till tomorrow morning. I see no way to sneak out tonight+

OK, then let's call it a night, but call if you need me+

+Will do+Chris felt the connection was cut +…NOT+ He added.

There were some things Serena didn't need to know – his dreams were part of that. His life was no damn picture show for the resistance.

For now the question was how he would get the bloody assassin away from the door. He shifted to look into her direction. The resulting pain remembered him to be careful with the movements of his still injured back. This limited his possibilities to get into action substantial.

Some kind of distraction would be nice.

What did his brother say…?

She should protect him from his demons? So what about giving her some demons to protect him from…?

Thinking of this, exhaustion overwhelmed the young whitelighter and he fell in a deep restless sleep.

……

"Chris!" Someone was shaking him.

"Chris!" Who was so annoyingly loud screaming?

"CHRISTOPHER!" He felt a hand lightly slapping his face.

He awoke trembling and bathed in cold sweat. Opening his eyes brought not much of a change. The room was almost pitch black.

After a while his breathing evened out a bit and his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

He could loom the outlines of Bianca sitting besides him.

"You were screaming like hell! What did you dream of?" She asked really worried.

Chris did not know himself, why he was answering her question, but he did.

"My mom!" He said quietly.

"You've got nightmares about your mom?" She asked curious.

"About her death…!"

"Was she murdered?"

"When I was fourteen.

I can't really remember. They say it was planned by some demons, but I have really no concrete memories. Even if I was the only one who was actually there as it happened."

Why was he telling her all that intimate stuff? She was an assassin. Wyatt's assassin. The enemy!

Chris didn't know himself anymore but heard himself continue…

"In my dreams I see, I live through the event every time. I perceive every little detail. But every time its some ways different."

"So you think your mind blocks what really happened?"

"Don't know, maybe it's like this. Sometimes I think I was unconscious when it happened."

Chris was glad that they sat in darkness so that Bianca could not see the lonesome tear that had managed to escape the struggles not to cry.

There was a long silence before Bianca suddenly spoke again.

"You know, my mom was murdered too!"

She really didn't know why she was so confidently to the trembling boy besides her. There was something…a feeling that she could tell him everything – no matter what.

This was so against all the training she ever had!

It didn't matter – This felt so right!

"Was your mom an assassin too?" A small voice besides her asked wary.

"Yeah, she was the best the Phoenix coven ever spawned.

She was till she met my father, I think.

They were so unbelievable in love! He was a common human, you know."

"Sounds like you had a real nice and normal childhood then?"

"Should have been that way, but you don't know the rules of the coven. No Phoenix is allowed to love a mortal human being, respectively have a child with one. It's something unforgivable to the coven."

"But why? I mean they have children. They must reproduce or the coven would die out."

"It's a bit complicated...

All Phoenixes are born without a conscience. It's essential for them to be so. They need it so they can do their job, follow their destination.

That's why the Phoenixes are not allowed to love in anyway. They only reproduce with demons. So the coven keeps the bloodline clean from any abnormalities like consciousness.

The head of the coven was furious as they found out that my mother lived with a man, a common human.

Not long after the coven found out my father died in a mysterious car accident and my mom went into hiding with me.

She was convinced that the coven did not know about my existence. So we lived modest but happy in a small apartment far away from assassinations and the coven.

I was totally oblivious of the whole Phoenix-thing till my 12´th birthday.

With twelve the Phoenixes start their training. They leave their families and get some sort of teacher – the mentor. They stay with their mentor till they did their first kill, which ranges between sixteen and eighteen.

My mom was shocked but not as much as I was, as suddenly two strange women stud in front of our door. They held an extraordinary present for me – an athame neatly packed into transparent wrapping foil.

I couldn't believe what these women told me. My god I became twelve that day!

My mother had a long heated argument with the women which at some point turned into a full grown fight. This was the first time I saw my mother as something else then the calm and friendly part time secretary and loving mom, that I knew my whole life.

And it was the last time although.

She fought hard and she lost everything she ever lived for that day.

And me, I was taken into the coven.

So don't you dare to think that I like it to be that way! I can kill, for sure. I'm very well trained for it now, but don't you ever think that I like it!"

Bianca felt a hot tear running down her cheek and slowly ever so slowly the heads of the teenagers met in the still of the night.

They sat there; heads leaned on one another all through the night, silently crying for the other ones lost life.

In this night there was sealed a bond, that neither hell nor heaven would be able to split.

A bond of deep true friendship.

TBC…