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"You haven't gone crazy or schizophrenic in here, have you?" Wyatt asked. He ducked his thick head of dirty blond curls down and pulled his hands into his pockets. Then, he came into the room fully instead of just leaning against the doorway like he had been doing.

The room instantly filled with the aura of power. Victoria watched him through shaded and foggy violet blue eyes as she took a step back into the stillness. Wyatt turned the small touch light old fashioned green and blue flower designed lamp on the desk beside her. Then, he regarded her through restrained blue icy eyes.

He didn't know what to do here. He had never been in the same room with a known murderer that he could just not vanquish. That was the problem. He couldn't vanquish her.

As much as he hated to admit it she was beautiful and he liked her. He would never let her know really how he felt if he could help it but he would try to keep it a secret. There also was the main reason that she was dating his little brother. His brother who trusted this girl and had instantly fallen hard for unlike he had ever done in his life.

Wyatt had never seen Chris so happy before. He had never seen his brother in love before either. Chris, for some reason, had always guarded his heart against bringing anyone into their families secret. Wyatt knew why; any mortal inside the family was just immediately sanctioned for death. It was just that simple.

So, when Chris had fallen for her he had let his brother be happy. He had watched from the sidelines when the couple was together and kissing and enjoying being together. He had watched all the small tedious stolen glances that they had exchanged whenever they could and he had seen how good the were together.

Of course, that could spark jealousy in anyone. He just hoped he never did anything about it like his past self had by cursing her to a life without love and an untimely life at that.

He also hoped that he had just been seeing things a few minutes earlier when he had seen his own little brother's girl kill someone. Sure, he could tell it was a demon but it had never been any of their ways to trap the demon, torture him, and then suck the life at of them. The first two had been done before the whole sucking the life out of them he was still a bit shaky on.

"No!" she cried in annoyment at him even suggesting her insanity.

What else could it be? He had heard voices in here when he had finally found his feet nad walked after her. Sure, he had witnessed her murder someone nd sure he believed it was demonic activity, but then he still didn't know.

Ere she was standing before him perfectly fine. They were back into the roles of annoyed acquaintances and she was fine. It was hard after everything he had seen from her to see her murder someone.

He still thought maybe he had seen it in a dream. Maybe, he had just been daydreaming or maybe he was just going crazy. Maybe, his subconscious was trying to make her the enemy in the simplest way by making her a killer so that he wouldn't feel anything for her.

Or maybe she was a murderer and his family was at risk.

Hell, he didn't know what to do about it. He didn't know if he was obviously in love with her still or not. He didn't want to just say 'hey everyone guess what I just say' and blow her cover. Hell, he didn't know if they would believe him. Hell, he didn't want his brother to hate him for telling on her. He knew that would happen.

His brother would accuse him of being jealous or else never really liking Victoria. So then he would just ignore his warning and then Victoria would end up killing him and then where would his little brother be?

She wouldn't hurt nay of them right?

She liked them. She had to. She was on good terms with all of them.

Maybe that was her cover. Many a time evil demons and whatnot had become close to the family in order to destroy it. Why not her?

But the she had the who gratitude of saving her life lives if you counted destroying the little curse from her last lifetime. Heck, she was forever in their service for what they did for her.

She wouldn't hurt Chris either. There was no way. She loved him and he loved her. There was no way she was faking that. They were inseparable.

Or maybe she was getting everyone on her side till she killed everyone slowly. Or maybe she was taking Chris over and possessing him to join her evil side of the force.

Or he was just overreacting.

Either way this sucked ass. He had no idea what to do. Morally, he had to say something. Mentally, he wanted to prove to himself he had say what he had saw but it had been a demon she killed and he no longer was on earth bodily. So, how could he prove to himself he wasn't going crazy?

"Yeah, still not feeling safe." he told her as he looked around the brightly lit room closer and found no one.

Moment took a beat by as he regarded the room and she regarded him. She stuffed her arms over her chest and leaned back slightly in her full blown annoyed to be bothered state of mind. He had seen that pose a million times over whenever he was around.

"Aren't you supposed to be sick or something?" he asked her annoyed profile.

"No, I'm fine now. You all are so overly paranoid in your overreacting over minor health issues." she told him with her head tilted to the side as her pale skin glowed in the bright light.

"That wasn't overreacting that was more like probable cause." he informed her as he looked at a few letters laying unopened on top of the table beside her.

"I was just tired."

"Tired? When you are tired you sleep you don't faint in the middle of a dance club."

"Look, Chris already got on my case, you little minion. What do you want?" she asked as her eyes slit into a glare in front of him. For a second, he could swear that when her voice turned cold and steely edged that her violet eyes had disappeared and her whole eye ad turned black.

"What the hell? I am here to make sure you are okay not to get bitched at. What are you pmsing or something?" he asked as he raised his hands in a 'hey don't hurt me' way.

"Oh, right. Men! Why do you always pull out the whole pmsing thing whenever we get angry as if we as women don't have what it takes to get angry. Ehh. By the way, I am not pmsing. So, never mind that. Where's Chris?" Victoria asked rolling her eyes.

"He's with my mom." Wyatt told her as he looked up from the letters on the desk and then he leaned on the desk. He knew this was going to be awhile.

"What? Why? What's wrong with Piper?" she asked as instant worry spread over her face.

Wyatt hadn't known how exactly it had happened but somehow Piper and Victoria had gotten on good terms. Hell, he could almost consider them friends of sorts. So, it was just weird when Victoria showed so much worry over Piper as if she had known her forever and had the right to.

"She passed out, too. Hence the pattern that is coming to pass between you two which could be demonic. Chris is taking care of her and healing Aunt Phoebe. I, unfortunately, got stuck with you."

"Wow, I feel so loved. Whatever did I do to receive this compassion from the twice- blessed Mr. Wonder boy of the family?"

Wyatt instantly saw his lead way in. He had to take it to see if he could find anything out from it.

"I dunno. Murder anyone lately?" he asked, smugly.

A moment passed between them. Confusion and a recoiling motion came form Victoria's direction as she stared at him speechless for a moment. He didn't how she took it. He didn't know if she knew he knew what she had done, or else she thought he was just being weird and cocky.

"Do demons count?" she finally replied.

As Wyatt watched her regard him and the empty room around them the feelings of uneasiness vapored through the stunned air around them. Just then he got the frazzled message from Chris.

He felt Chris enter his mind for a brief moment and then he herd his brothers words wash over his brain.

"Wyatt, get home quick. We have a problem!" Chris's words echoed through his mind and then he felt his brother let go of their connection.

"Looks like we're being beeped. So let's cut this little verbal abuse short for just this once." he told her after Chris's message evaporated from his mind.

"Ah, yet I was growing so fond of our little chitchat."

"Deal. We have a bigger problem now." he informed her as he got up off of the desk in the backroom.

"Like what?" she asked as she took a step away from him as he took a step towards her.

He took another step towards her and reached out for her hand to hold in his. "Like the innocent we seem to have collected along the way."

"Innocent? Who?"

"I dunno who it is really. It's just the girl who was singing that the demon twins were after."

"Demons? Twins?" she asked as her eyebrow raised. "I missed out on a lot."

"Yeah, you did."

"Lucky me." she replied with a small smirk over her pale lips as she again moved away from him. He gave her an annoyed look as his constant efforts failed to work.

"Will you stop it!" he finally ordered her.

"Stop what?" she asked as she swooped away from his hands again. "What are you trying to do? Don't touch me." she cried as she missed his hand by a few inches.

"Look, I'm not in the mood to play games with you"

"Yeah, well me neither. What's Chris going think when he finds out you're here trying to cop a feel?"

"That's not what I am trying to do here."

"Oh, really. Then, why are you grabbing for me?" she asked as she stopped for a second with her hands on her hips firmly. It was the same stance he had seen his mother take a million times before while she had been in her stubborn state of mind.

"Because we need to orb back to the manor right now, aright?"

He didn't understand why she was being so weird. He just kept trying to get out of his grip like that would do anything. It was like she didn't want to be touched for some reason. Of course, touch was needed if he was going to orb her back to the Manor with him.

"Oh," she said as she stopped for second. "I can blink there. You can orb. We'll get there at the same time. No touching required."

"No, we'll go there together." he disagreed as he tried to grab a hold of her shoulder now.

"Why?"

He's annoyed. Wyatt ran his strong hands through hair dirty blond curled mop of hair and just stared at her with stormy gray blue eyes. He couldn't believe her. If she would just stay in one place for one second that would make this so much easier.

"Chris, huh?" she said as she realized why he was going to orb her to the Manor. "You were sent to baby-sit."

"Look at it however you want to. We still need to get back to the Manor." he told her and tried again.

This time he actually caught her.

As he did, she cried out as if he had just cause her the worst pain and torture for her to ever go through. He couldn't believe what a baby she was acting like..

"Stop being a baby. I didn't even hurt you." he told her.

He said the words, but before his eyes she disappeared into a smoky air. She was gone and the only thing that was left there was the thick air surrounding the area her wrist had once been. He sighed angrily and then orbed back to the Manor.

He couldn't believe she was making this so hard. It would have only been one trip and one orb for them to get where they were going. He wasn't that bad of a guy and he had had orbing down pat since he was a baby. He didn't get why she was just overacting

He still didn't know why as her violet-blue eyes haunted him in the few second it took to orb back. They had been tortured. When she had looked at him he had seen pain and fear and something else he couldn't quite describe.

He orbed into the living room instantly. His family came into focus as he looked around them. Everyone was there and they were staring at him like he was evil. Then, he saw Victoria and she was slightly bent over a few feet in front of him.

A tear a ran down her face as she coughed a bit.

Damn, what got into her he wondered as he shrugged at his family and Chris's questioning looks.