Sorry about the long wait. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I want everything to happen.
Uh, if you were confused by the last chapter I'm sorry. Quick summary of it as well as what happened: Victoria is a vampire. She had an attack and Wyatt saved her by giving her his life energy. Chris came along and saw them cuddling now he's pissed. Death came for Victoria and now she is with him. Paige has green hair. Phoebe is in the attic trying to get anew power because she was infected by the innocents demonic power. Piper was also infected by it and was completely oblivious to being a witch until Death took Victoria out of the kitchen. Wyatt and Chris both saw Victoria go and now are confused and angry with one another over her.
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She was only a few inches away from him and she looked so torn. Her dark eyes were like the colors of violets after the rain. They were looking at Chris with surprise as well as sadness as their eyes met. His breath caught in his throat as her pale mauve lips parted at the sight of him and tears framed her dark eyelashes.
It wasn't her look that stopped him dead halt, but the person who was with her. It wasn't Wyatt for sure. There beside her stood a man fully dressed in black. He had dark black hair that curled under and hung down to his shoulders. His dark eyes glimmered over Chris's souls as a cold chill passed through his body the instant their eyes met. A smile placed itself over the pale face of the man as Chris realized the man was none other then the Death himself. As he realized this, Wyatt also did to as he realized the danger of the situation.
Death was there in his very kitchen. Right beside him was Victoria looking so torn and holding his hand in her own.
As Victoria took Death's hand in hers, Wyatt's cerulean blue eyes met hers as she swallowed hard not knowing what she could do to save herself.
His mouth opened in surprise as his eyes met her tortured eyes and then his gaze drifted down to her hand that was resting inside of Death's. He could tell that she didn't know what to do.
"Wyatt," she whispered as if he were her only hope in the world.
"No!" he cried out as he flew straight at them as if he could do something to stop what was already happening.
His dirty blond curls flung into his face as his blue eyes glinted in determination over trying to save her as he did. His long graceful fingers reached for hers as he tried to find purchase. His mother stayed in her spot as she and Leo finally saw Victoria there and realized why their son was acting so weirdly.
From the opposite side of the room, Chris appeared out of no where. He ran into the kitchen as if he was being chased by some unseen evil. His dark hair flew away from his face as he stopped in mid run. His emerald eyes met hers as he did and he swallowed hard at the sight of her with Death.
Just as he did, Wyatt's hand found hers. Hope filled him for one short moment as he felt the briefest touch from her warm hand and then it all feel away into a bright flash of white light. The frazzled white lights that blinded everyone in the kitchen brought with them a sharp pain filled screamed that he knew belonged to Victoria.
She had slipped right through his fingers. Wyatt couldn't believe it. He had had a hold of her and then she hadn't been there anymore. It was almost as if she didn't exist anymore, but he knew too well that she did.
Wyatt stared at his tanned fingers. Before them was the spot she had once been standing in with Death. He had stupidly waved his hand through it a moment ago to see if he wasn't hallucinating. He had half hoped that it would be like some sick magic trick that would bring her back like saying 'abra cadabra'. He didn't get her back though.
Instead, the spot stayed completely barren of her presence. Victoria had disappeared again and there was nothing he could think of doing to find her. He was still in shock of everything that had happened that day.
He had woken up and tried to kill her. Then, when he had gotten her alone he had finally found out what was going on with her and he had helped her. Even if it had only lasted a few minutes, he had felt a happiness as well as some form of peace that his life up till that moment had been lacking. He had had her to himself and she had kissed him. She had cared about him. She had finally realized that he loved her.
Then, Chris had come out of no where to find them. He had went crazy and now here they were. He had brought her home to see if he could do something to help her in her weakening state. If only Chris hadn't let his emotions take over for him and thrown her back against the bridges steel beam. She would still be okay if he hadn't done that, but he had.
Anything that her body had been living off of had been destroyed when he had done that.
When his mother and father had came into the kitchen he had known they would figure out what was happening to her. He had been so afraid of her getting vanquished from them that he had never thought that she might have been dying.
If she had wouldn't there have been a body? Her body wasn't lying on the table like she had been before any of this had happened. She had went with Death and now he had no idea what to do to help her.
He didn't get how she could have just disappeared from his sight either just to show up again while being pulled away from him by Death. He knew the angel of Death. He had seen him in a few of his own close calls and he had seen him before when he had taken his friend Abe. It was not right that he would be here now after everything.
He couldn't stand around and figure out why he had come in the first place. He had to do something before it was too late for her. He had to save her.
Wyatt had had a plan before this had all happened. It had been a stupid plan, but still it had been a plan never the less. He had planned to save Victoria. Once he had got his parents away from her, he had planned on trying to heal her or else maybe seeing if Chris would help her. Then Chris would know what was wrong with her and could possibly understand what he had come into.
But that plan had went to hell now!
Damn it! Everything had went crazy. He couldn't believe what was happening. This was too much to deal with at any given moment. First the premonition about mom dying and then Victoria. Then, the innocent that was with them at that very moment that they had to protect.
Victoria? Where are you? Where would he take you? Wyatt fumed silently as questions flew his mind. Why did he want you?
She had a destiny. She had to fulfill it. The Elders has said she was supposed to help them in the future with many innocents. She had to be with them for that. Death just couldn't take her away from them like that.
Of curse, the Elders had foreseen that before she had become a psychic vampire. They had never foreseen that, had they? They had been wrong before. Why did they have to be wrong about her?
"What just happened?" Piper asked in a high pitched voice on the verge of panic as she looked back and forth from her son to the spot he had just waved his hand through.
"Mom, calm down." Chris instantly told her. Good old, Chris. Chris was always trying to make everyone feel better even though he had to be going through hell at the moment.
All because of me, Wyatt knew as he let his apathetic gaze reflect off of Chris as he looked back at the spot on the floor that Victoria had been standing in. She hadn't wanted to go. She hadn't known what else to do. Everyone knew you couldn't go against death without coming up against the consequences. She hadn't wanted to put them in danger.
"No, no no. I am not going to calm down when I just saw Death in my kitchen. That was him, wasn't it? I wasn't just seeing things. Why did he have Victoria? What haven't you two been telling me?" Piper cried.
"Mom, a lot of things have happened in the last few hours that you don't know about." Wyatt told her.
"Hell of an understatement wouldn't you say, brother?" Chris asked him with guarded dark jade green eyes and an angry curve of his mouth.
Piper looked back and forth from the two as the tension filled the room like daggers ready to be thrown at the victim. Wyatt stood pensively taller in his spot near the kitchen table that Victoria had been lying on only moments before. His blue green eyes sparked at Chris's words and his mouth curved wryly as his eyes slit. Chris opposite of him stood with his hands bunched into fists that the tension in the air was willing to release into a storm of fighting. His dark brown hair cut into his eyes sharply as he glared at his brother in the silence that consumed the kitchen.
He hadn't meant for it to happen. He couldn't help the way he felt for her. It had always been there. Even when she had fist arrived to kill him, he had felt it. It was timeless and he couldn't just forget about it when every time she was in the same room as he was he was instantly pulled towards her.
He hadn't started the kiss either. It had been her. He had wanted it and he had kissed her back. He admitted it, but he hadn't started it.
"What is wrong with you two?" she asked them being the voice of reason. "Victoria was just kidnapped and you two are fighting like a bunch of kids. If anything you two need each other to figure out how to get her back!"
"Oh, I am sure Wyatt can figure out how to get her on his own." Chris retorted as his words cut into Wyatt like a double edged sword.
"What?" Piper asked as her hand came up to her head. She rubbed her temples as her vision blurred slightly into grotesque shadows of gray light. She knew something was wrong as she did so, but she had to keep her children together if anything were going to get accomplished. "Boys!"
"Listen to your mother on this one. She's right about this. You two can't be at odds with each other if we have to go up against the Angel of Death." Leo piped in.
"Maybe you could have told that to Wyatt before he did what he did!" Chris told his father angrily.
"What? Wyatt, what did you do?" Leo asked his son as he turned to focus his calm green eyes on Wyatt.
"Before he tried to kill her, then orb her to my bridge. Before he kissed her." Chris listed angrily. "Maybe, we wouldn't be here right now if he had kept his hands off my girl in the first place."
"Boys!" Piper tried again as her other hand wrestled for a grip on the island in the center of the kitchen.
"No, mom. You always side with him. Why is that? Why him over me all the time? Why am I always in the wrong and he is right?" Chris asked spiting out the last few words. "Your perfect little angel."
"Chris, shut up." Wyatt threatened him as anger started to take over his gut instinct to let Chris go.
"Why, Wyatt? So I can watch in the corner while you steal everything else I ever cared about away from me? I think not!" Chris yelled at him.
Wyatt hadn't meant to do it. It had just happened. There had been too much going on that day that had fried his nerves and then when Chris's anger had started to come out more towards him he hadn't been able to keep it in.
Lightning crackled from his bare hands as it burst out of his sweating palms and into Chris. The lightning collided with Chris's shoulder. Wyatt realized what he had done as soon as he had felt the lightning fly out of the palms of his hands and he backed up. Instantly, he cut the contact off of the lightning so that the blast would not go any more then skin deep.
He hadn't been thinking. He hadn't meant to hurt his brother. He hadn't even felt the power erupt from him till it was too late. He had just been so angry.
He loved her more then Chris did. He didn't care what Chris said. He would have never hurt her on purpose like Chris had.
Chris fell back on white and blue wallpapered wall. His hand on his shoulder as he stared down at his wound in complete surprise. He looked up with stormy green eyes as something inside of his sides shut off and he angrily used his telekinesis to throw Wyatt back against he wall.
Leo quickly went in between them as he yelled. "No more! Not now."
Wyatt stared at his brother from his spot sitting on the ground. Then, he plied himself off of the hardwood floor as he slowly got up rubbing his head. He saw blood on the back of his hand as he did, but he didn't do anything about it. He glared at Chris instead as Chris glared back at him.
He knew better then his father that this hadn't ended yet. It would never end until they found out who she had chosen for good, or else until one of them had beaten the other up beyond reproach.
Leo saw the blood on his oldest sons hand and went to heal his son, but Wyatt shook him off and ran up the stairs to the attic. Wyatt knew there was only one thing he could do to save Victoria. Since no one else wanted to help then he was on his own and he would need as much power as possible to do it. Then, he and Chris could solve this once and for all.
"Chris?" asked Leo as he turned to his younger son who was leaning against the wall.
"Don't even, dad. You made it perfectly clear just now who you care more about." Chris told him orbing out of the house without getting healed.
Leo looked at the spot Chris had been standing in with a hurt expression passing over his features. Millions of thoughts pushed their way through his mind as he swallowed hard on bile. He had done it again. He had picked sides and he had chosen Wyatt first to heal. Chris was hurt worse, but he had seen the blood on Wyatt's hand and instinct had taken over. No matter what he had done to avoid it, he had become a bad father.
He couldn't take being in the kitchen anymore. He couldn't stand to be there. He looked over at Piper as she stared at him sadly. Her hand reaching out to him in his hurt state of mind. He wanted her comfort but he couldn't take it at that moment. So, he orbed out of the Manor also.
"Boys," Piper whispered yet again in the empty kitchen and then she fell to the floor in a dead faint.
Just as she did an explosion coming from the attic raked the house.
