Sorry for the update. Rough time.

R.I.P. J. L. Jewel.

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Victoria felt the hard plastered white wall beneath her back. The skin around her throat was slowly burning where Wyatt's fingers were piercing it. She felt the coldness of the wall filter into her body as he held her tighter between himself and the wall in his anger. She felt the world around her vibrating like a madhouse as she tried to stifle it all away, but she could find no solace in fainting now. Instead, she was still trapped in the living room. Phoebe's confusion, Piper's temper mixed with worry, and Wyatt's fierce distrust towards her grew overwhelming as Victoria.

Their feelings flooded her like a tidal wave. Her body jerked beneath Wyatt's hardened touch. She felt the conscious wall break apart as she went under.

Wyatt's touch... it linked them together whether he knew it or not. Unable to control it, she felt her mind get pulled under the riptide and enter his. She fell into a sea of red.

She saw herself through his eyes. Beautiful but dangerous. She felt the lust thickly decaying on the edges of his new distrust of her as he held her close to him. She could feel his body reacting to hers as she moved into his mind closer. She felt the madness he had been going over for the past month wrestle into her system like a plague.

He felt things for her he didn't want to. He had felt them since the first moment he had seen her unconscious before him. When she had first came into their lives it had started his obsession with her all over again. He had known now that he had no chance with her since she was with Chris.

He had tried everything to get her taste to go away. He had tried to stop feeling by other girls, but that had never worked because even then he couldn't stop seeing her face. So, he had tried to distract himself with demons that tried to kill his family off daily but that hadn't worked either since he could take them all so easily without a challenge. It was the challenge that he was looking for. He wanted to have someone or something that challenged him enough to give an inkling of his time to.

She had been the only one who had provided him with that challenege. He didn't want it to be only her that did that for him. He didn't want her when she was with his brother. He didn't want Chris to get hurt. Too bad since they all were going to get hurt in the end whether they liked it or not.

He had never stopped feeling towards her though.

The longer she was nearby the harder it got for him to resist his urges. She could feel this unseen bond between them pulling her ever closer into his chaotic mind as she let it. At least here inside his mind she could be free of people's emotions pulling her in every which way. Here she could also do a little bit of spying on him and that was exactly what she was looking forward to doing.

He had been trying to let her go. He had been trying to disguise how he felt. He hadn't wanted his family to know that he felt anything for her. He didn't want them to know but the aunts as well as his mother had saw it. Chris had seen it too, but Chris was trying to play dumb to the situation. So was Wyatt. He didn't know how to explain to his own little brother why he felt the things he did towards her especially when she wasn't reciprocating his feelings in the least.

She felt all these things from him. She saw them as well in tiny patches of light and shadow. Inside his mind she had a shrine dedicated to her. Here she saw the way he saw her and weirdly enough she liked it.

She saw herself through his eyes. He saw her as beautiful. Strange and beautiful. She was like his equal power wise. She was the one he always looked for in the crowd whenever he was out anywhere. Even if she wasn't supposed to be there or she wasn't expected he still searched for her as if he would find her among the strangers he was around daily. To him she was the illusive treasure that he never got.

She saw herself there hidden inside of him. Not the way she saw herself every day, but in his ways he saw herself. She saw small patches of her from glimpses out of the side of his eye, she saw him there when she didn't even think he was there, and she saw him there when she was alone. She had expected him to have this image of evil of her, but he didn't. He saw her as beautiful.

It was the strangest thing for her to even know. Above all, the very picture of her at her most beautiful to him was when she had woken up that very morning. She saw herself through his eyes with her disheveled reddish-brown hair framing her sleeping face and pale skin gleaming in the pale sunlight.

He had watched her while she had slept. He had been there while Chris had slept beside her and she had been asleep next to him. He had stayed quiet and in the corner so that he wouldn't be caught. It wasn't a game to him to sneak these rare images of her it was more like the only time he could be at peace. It was times like this where he was the closest to her without her fighting him.

It was the closest he was to her seeing her look peaceful.

Victoria tried to breathe as she wrestled with the fact that Wyatt didn't truly hate her.

Instead, he hated himself for feeling the way he did about her. He was betraying his own brother. She could feel that. He felt like he was betraying Chris by being in love with her but he had never been able to quit.

She saw something else hidden beneath the images of her forming a collage inside of his mind. She feel into a sea of bright green light and woke to a place she remembered too well.

A place of murder.

There she saw what he had been hiding from everyone.

She saw herself. She was there in the alley with her slim body braced over this scared little mans. His dark eyes were darting everywhere for some form of comfort or even a savior but none came. Instead, he was there with her and she was hungry.

Victoria watched herself from behind the dumpster. Right beside her was Wyatt. He was holding onto the dumpster for support. He was in shock of what he was seeing. He didn't recognize her. He didn't understand why she was doing what she was doing. As she watched Wyatt she saw the guilt pass over his paling face.

It was right then that he had decided to just sit there and watch it happen. He hadn't known what else there was that he could do. He hadn't wanted to hurt her at all. He'd wanted to know what she was up to and he was willing to let this one person demon thing be tortured just to finally know what she had been keeping a secret from everyone.

It was right then and there that she had destroyed his code of ethics, of morals, and whatever else Wyatt based his every move he made on.

She watched with a sick feeling broiling in his stoamch of what she had hoped was only a nightmare. It wasn't now that she saw it through his eyes. She saw the demon she had been playing with flinch as he tried to break away from her strong hold, but she didn't budge an inch.

"Wait," he whispered it was the loudest word spoken in that alley that night.

She looked over at Wyatt's drawn face as he watched with insinutatin eyes. It was here that she had become a monster to him. Victoira bit her lip and looked back at herself and saw herself pull away from the demon.

"For what?" she'd asked.

"What's his name?"

"Is that all you want?"

"I want everything. Doesn't mean I will be getting it anytime soon."

She'd nodded with a distant smile that had made Wyatt tremble. "She will name him after you."

The demon had nodded. She'd given him a moment to comprehend her words. And then she had took the last of his life energy from him as he collapsed into her arms. Victoria watched herself in the cold moonlight as she held onto the demon tightly and sucked its life away faster. Even from where she was she could still see the bright blood thirsty smile she gave as she bite harder into the last of his life energy.

After she'd had killed him all she could do was laugh. She'd laughed leaning against the wall feeling like a drunken fool. Her wrist was turned in towards her body and her back was half tilted on the wall. Her side was leaning against the wall and her back was shaking in the undercurrents of laughter as she thought about it in her moment of drunken insanity.

She laughed harder feeling empty as she looked up at the clear black sky above her with its twinkling stars

Victoria stared at Wyatt not able to see the monster she had been in front of him minutes before. He just stood there. His face was completely devoid of emotions and she had no way of knowing what exactly was going on in there. Whatever it was it was big because he looked like he had shut down.

She knew from experience that soon he would come into the club after her. Then, he hadn't acted at all like he had just seen her go stark raving mad. He had only been the usual annoying rude self that he had become towards her since the moment he had come back from Andrew's whole take over of his body.

Now, she knew what he knew. She had no idea what to do with the information though. She was a monster. She had become something she didn't even understand and here she was now stuck knowing someone else had witnessed her being a murderer. As if it weren't bad enough he was also in love with.

He knew her secret. He didn't know what to do though. He loved her still somehow even after witnessing her kill a demon. Sure, they killed demons everyday, but this was different. She had relished in it which was a behavoir bordering on the evil side of things. So, since he hadn't gone and told anyone her secret she knew what he was going to try to do now. He was going to try to save her. He thought that by saving her then he woud be able to save himself.

Boy was he wrong.

"Wyatt, please, let me go." she whispered as she came out of his mind and was blanketing now with the overwhelming need to breathe.

"You hurt my brother." he growled back.

"no, I didn't.. mean to. He just.."

"Chris tried to get to her, Wyatt. He tried to get through her shield because he thought that she was hurt because she started convulsing. Her shield threw him back not Victoria. It wasn't all entirely her fault," Piper tried to convince her oldest son as she stayed kneeled beside Chris.

"It is though. Can't you see that? It's all her fault." he replied as he pressed harder into her throat.

She coughed harder. Her sight dimming to pinpoints of black spots. "Wyatt, don't. make. Me. Hurt. you."

"Like you haven't before?" he asked her as he leaned his head towards hers and lightly spoke in her ear. "Like you haven't killed others before?"

It was then that Victoria realized that Wyatt wasn't playing this game with a full deck.

"What's.. want to know?" she tried to gasp out with a cough ridden smile as she giggled crazily at the whole situation she was now in.

Wyatt kept his mouth next to her ear and she felt the warm breath blow over her chilling skin. "I want you to confess your sins my child." he gurgled out in laughter.