Chapter seven: The vanquishing potion

Wyatt looked at the map while Chris finished lifting the spells.

"Are these all of them?"

"Yes. You said all of them so I've marked them all, can I have my cookie now? I think I've been a good boy" Chris said looking at Wyatt angrily.

"Later." Wyatt smiled at Chris annoyance at his answer. "I'd never meant for it to come to this, Chris. You should have joined me at one of the many opportunities I gave you".

"May be you should have killed me", Chris said standing up after finishing the spells. He wanted to leave but he knew Wyatt wouldn't let him so he just started pacing up and down the room. "You said you didn't need me" he added sadly.

Wyatt sat on a chair.

"You had said you would forget you were my brother. Even after you left me I'd never said that. And you made a potion to vanquish me. That's what I want to talk about. Sit again Chris. Right in front of me. "

Chris obeyed angrily.

"So this is an interrogation...that's why you are so happy to have me here? So that you could interrogate me?" Chris looked directly in his brother's eyes.

"Call it whatever you want but answer. And with the truth. And don't move from that chair and don't attack me if you don't like my questions. "

"Coward. And I said that about forgetting you were my brother because you'd killed my best friend. And you know what I meant. And you made me take it back."

"You said it wasn't necessary. You said you didn't mean you weren't my brother."

"Yes. I didn't mean it in that sense. You know what it meant. I made it perfectly clear.."

"That then you would kill me if you had a chance and that I could do the same. And you made that potion. With a spell from the Book of Shadows. You used our family magic to tell strangers how to kill me. Now tell me everything about the potion you've made, Christopher"

Chris looked down. Then he looked around and he stopped his eyes at the closed door. He turned to Wyatt afterwards.

"Is anyone listening to this?"

"I thought I've ordered you to answer immediately"

"And I've answered. With a question. I think that's legitimate, "master" jerk. And I really need to know that this will remain between you and me."

"My demons would only tell me. So, what do you fear?"

"I don't want anyone to know what I'm about to tell you. Good or evil. I'm really not proud of this"

"Of course you are not proud. You made a potion to vanquish your own brother. So is this going to be a brother's heart to heart? I don't see how it could be, when we are talking about how you tried to kill me"

"I didn't try to kill you. YOU tried to killed ME . And call it whatever you want but answer me. Are you sure no one else can listen to this? " Chris imitated Wyatt's imperative tone so well that Wyatt even smiled.

"I have spells around the whole room. If someone tries to listen he gets fried. How do you think I keep those demons with their heads so low? Now stop stalling and tell me everything I need to know about that potion you've made. "

Chris looked around, still scared and he even lowered his voice when he answered softly.

"I didn't make the potion, Wyatt"

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Brittany was tired after spending the whole night escaping and helping other people to escape. Her dad had decided to stop for a while. All the resistance had been warned. It was a good thing Chris had been absent for almost a year so they didn't have to leave all the shelters. Still, she and her father had feared for a long time that Wyatt had spies between them and that they could tell Wyatt about the other shelters.

Ashcroft could orb, but Brittany hadn't inherited that power from him. Ashcroft had spent the whole time orbing witches and people out.

The problem was to find some protective spell that would keep both Wyatt and Chris away and couldn't be lifted by them. Keeping Chris away would be hard as most protective spells were specifically against evil, and that wasn't Chris' case.

After making a spell with other witches, Brittany lied down in the grass for a while She doubted the spell could be effective But they had to try. If they felt safe they would conjure small invisible houses that were their shelters basically. They lived in those and some caves and other natural hidings. They tried to be careful and never run in big groups and no one knew where all the other groups were. When a member was captured, Wyatt's tortures and spells were too effective and everyone that was captured told Wyatt anything he wanted to know. So, the resistance kept changing places, they never did it together, and there was no one that knew the locations of all the groups.

Ashcroft was the most careful of them because he had the vanquishing potion. He protected himself with several ways and he tried to stay at the safest places.

The shelter he had been with Brittany the other night had been protected by Chris. Chris hadn't lifted the protection yet by the time they left but they had to think he could do it soon. That was a pity. Chris' spells were the best, because it made the shelter disappear and move when someone mentioned it. So, if there was a spy or someone talked about it in torture, it just changed. Besides, not Wyatt or any of his minions had ever been able to lift any of them.

Brittany closed her eyes. Chris was their only hope. They all knew that without Chris, Wyatt would catch all of them. It was just a matter of time. Wyatt had Brittany's sister Laura held captive and Brittany didn't want to imagine what he had done to her. Her father was really powerful but no one could compare in power to Wyatt. And if Chris had joined him any one that opposed them would be simply lost. Besides, many magical beings and humans had realized Wyatt's powers and joined him. The resistance was disappearing. The ones left were good witches, some humans and people that used to be related to the elders. There were no elders or white-lighters any more. But the remaining resistance wouldn't let Wyatt win.

"What's wrong?" her father asked sitting by her side.

"I'm worried about Chris"

"Well...if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have to be running".

She felt angry. Her relationship with her dad had never been really over what she called "the Chris issue". She had loved Chris; sometimes she thought she still did. And she had let him leave for her dad and his fear of other's powers. And Ashcroft never recognized anything good Chris did.

"Come on, dad. He did a lot for us. And he was risking his life warning us"

"He wasn't risking his life. We both know that he's alive because Wyatt doesn't really want to kill him. He's sure he'll turn. "

"He won't turn. But if you keep pushing him, he'll join Wyatt. He still loves him and Wyatt supports him when all you and your friends do is tell him how he shouldn't have been born"

"Well, he shouldn't have. And all I say is he should have killed the baby. Now we are in big trouble, not to mention the potion thing."

"Well...even if he tells Wyatt..."

"We have to think of something else. If he tells Wyatt how we did it Wyatt will find a way to make it ineffective. The only power Wyatt can't fight is the power of three"

"I don't think there is a way to have it now"

"We'll have to think of something or we'll be really lost" Ashcroft had never run out of ideas. And he wouldn't give up now. He had to fight Wyatt, for the memory of his brother and his friends, the elders.

"Why did you lie to the others about Chris?" sometimes Brittany didn't get her dad at all.

"It was the only way. Don't you think?"

Brittany shuddered. She wasn't sure.

"Try to get some rest, you'll need it" Ashcroft got up and he went to talk to other people.

Brittany lied down again. She was a telepath but she wouldn't dare try that power with someone that was inside's Wyatt's manor. Wyatt had too many mental powers and locating spells. The only thing that made her feel hope was the fact that Chris had seemed to be all right. And she knew he still loved Wyatt and it was possible that Wyatt still loved him. She remembered how lost Chris was and how much he had resisted believing his brother was evil.

"I hope you are all right, Chris" she thought "and I really hope I can help you. I'll try to find a way, I promise".

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"Do you know what happened last night? Why do we have to leave?"

"I'm not very sure. Apparently there is a great threat but we'll be safe for now in our new location and we'll be able to rest. Ashcroft will tell us exactly what happened in a meeting soon." the girl that was speaking didn't care about the reason. Living the way they did, always hiding and escaping was bad enough. They had to worry about one thing a time. She looked at the man that had asked the question and added.

"I'm just happy knowing Lord Wyatt won't find us. Are you all right, Mike, You seem a little pale. May be you should try to rest. There's a nice bed in that house. Try to get some sleep. "

"I'm fine, but maybe you are right. I'll try to sleep for a while."

Mike disappeared inside one of the houses.

"He's so weird" the witch's husband said.

"I think he's depressed. He's been like this since Lucy died"

"Well, one of the few deaths that wasn't Wyatt's faults"

"No, it was worse" her husband answered.

The girl just nodded and she went to see if she could help someone else.

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Michael entered his house, closed it carefully and lied on the bed. He sighed sadly, thinking of his wife wondering if she would forgive him for this.

He looked at an amulet his wife had given him years ago. He touched it and closed his eyes. He immediately shimmered out of the room.

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Wyatt opened his eyes with surprised and then with anger. He stood up and went right to Chris's chair. Chris couldn't leave it so he just watched while Wyatt stood imperially by his side and he lifted his chair with his power, looking at Chris, towering over him. Wyatt shook Chris' chair with his power, violently.

"I've said no lies. Tell me the truth about the potion, Christopher. That's an order"

"You've already ordered me to do just that and that is the truth, I didn't make it. Jerk." Chris had spoken angrily and remarking every word.

Surprised, Wyatt looked at his brother while he put the chair slowly back in its place. Chris sighed with some relief. Then, he threw Wyatt telekinetically and violently against the door. Still not happy, he made him fly again making him hit the wall this time.

"What the hell are you doing? I told you not to attack me!" Wyatt stood up, too surprised to answer the attack back..

"You said not to attack you if I didn't like your questions. And I attacked you because I didn't like your attitude. Who do you think you are to treat me like that? I'm not your little dog that misbehaved or something. I'd already told the truth your spell forces me to and if you don't trust your own magic that's your problem." Chris knew it was a mistake to show Wyatt that he could avoid his orders if he wasn't careful enough with his words but he was just too angry and scared to let Wyatt go on.

The room shook, as Chris got angry again. He sighed trying to calm down.

Wyatt stood up slowly without attacking back. He knew when his brother was pissed and there was no need for that. He just threw Chris from his chair and then flew him back to the chair again..

"Fine. Calm down, Chris. But remember I'm in charge here. That's who I am. I'm your big brother, the source and ruler of almost everything. Not to mention you are under my power in more than one sense. You can't really defy me now. Don't try anything like that again."

"It's ok, I just got angry. I won't do it again if you do the same" Chris chose to ignore that the spell would make him do whatever Wyatt wanted no matter what.

Wyatt sat on his chair again. He spoke calmly now.

"All right. Let's go back to the potion. It's just not possible. My spies, all of them told me you'd made the potion. And I saw it. And you admitted it yourself. I didn't want to believe it but all my sources of information said that. Even tortured prisoners said that."

Chris shook his head with disgust at theses last words.

"Spies? Who were your spies? "

"None of your business"

Wyatt blocked his thoughts quickly but not soon enough. Chris could read one of the names from his brother's mind.

"I can't believe Tom is working for you. But you killed his brother". Again Wyatt couldn't block him soon enough and he read his brother's next thought. "Oh you used a potion. You are a real jerk. You don't care about anything"

"You've never liked Tom anyway and you were the only one that never trusted him. And don't read my thoughts again"

"I don't control that. That's your own fault. Since you made the stupid spell when we are together your thoughts just come to me if you don't block them out. I don't have to read them. They are just there. So, that order is useless brother, just block them better." Chris was really bitter at that. But he had to admit that was an advantage. Even if he knew for Wyatt that worked better cause Chris was unable to block him.

Wyatt sighed, controlling his thoughts and blocking Chris completely out now. He knew it was a risk to enhance a bond that had been strong enough without enhancing. But it had to be done.

"Fine, it doesn't matter. Yes, I used a potion with Tom. No one would suspect him, as I've killed his brother. Well, you suspected him. Maybe, you didn't think killing a brother was such a bad thing because you didn't mind trying to kill ME…"

"I wasn't..."

Wyatt stopped the protest with a dismissing gesture.

"Just tell me why everyone believed you've made a potion and now you say you didn't make it. And how could that be when I saw the potion myself."

"I told you I'm not proud of it. I couldn't make it. So, I lied. Ashcroft made it."

Wyatt looked surprised.

"What do you mean you couldn't make it?

"I just couldn't. I tried. I wanted to, but I couldn't" Chris moved uncomfortably on the chair wanting to stand up but Wyatt didn't seem to or didn't want to notice. He just looked at him confused.

"I still don't understand. I know you didn't have the book but you and I knew that potion by heart. We loved the story of Aunt Phoebe becoming the source's consort and then vanquishing Cole. It's not that hard to make. And that's what you were telling me when you said you would forget I was your brother and remember I'm the source. I think you meant that you planned to make the potion and say the spell. The potion won't work unless you make it and the spell won't work unless you say it. Of course, that's impossible now because I'll never let you do it, but everyone knows the power of three is the only thing that can vanquish the source. Tell me if that wasn't what you meant, Chris. And why Ashcroft made it when he knew it wouldn't work."

Chris fixed his eyes on the table. Wyatt slowly moved Chris' chair telepathically.

"Now, Chris" he added firmly.

Chris looked up, nervous.

"I'll tell you everything, but it's long. I'm just thinking on how to put it. I just need some time...don't be so annoying. This is hard to say and I wouldn't be telling you this without the spell, so just be patient, jerk." Chris sounded desperate as he thought how to tell the story, still a little afraid someone else would listen.

Wyatt just looked at him, waiting. But Chris could read some regret from him. After thinking for a moment, Chris went on.

"When I left your jail I was really pissed, I was determined to make the potion and help them with the spell. I had never thought of sharing those things with anyone because as you said it was our magic and I didn't think it was right to use it against you. But then you killed Daniel and I understood that nothing would stop you. I was the only one that could and that was the only way. I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't. Daniel had done nothing to you. You didn't have to kill him or the others White-lighters. "

Chris waited for Wyatt to protest but Wyatt was just listening.

"Go on, Chris"

Chris made an authentic effort to continue.

"I'd searched for Ashcroft and I found him easily. He's never trusted me and he never will and I was angry he had made Brittany and I break up. But he knew I was his only hope. Still, everyone knows that my power is not complete without yours. Our cousins died when they were babies so the power of three now means you and me and you wouldn't say the spell to vanquish yourself."

"No…that's not very probable. If I ever feel depress I'll choose an easier way of committing suicide" Wyatt answered almost with a smile.

"But Ashcroft had thought and I agree...that if I made the potion and I said the spell with him, his whole family and the most powerful witches that weren't evil...well it had to work. Ashcroft had always thought that and he wanted me to make the potion and tell him the spell since the day you became the source but I had said no. Till then"

"You were sharing our family magic with strangers...to kill me" Wyatt didn't hide his disgust but he didn't show it in other way other than his tone of voice.

"I didn't want to tell him the potion, I only told him the spell and said I would make the potion. And I started but I just couldn't"

"Explain that better, Chris. What do you mean with couldn't? You just had to mix things and you are great at that. There's no potion in the world you can't make."

Chris didn't answer. He was just looking down and Wyatt could read he really didn't want to think of those days. He could feel desperation coming from his brother. He really wanted to stop pushing but he couldn't. He really needed to know. It was a matter of life and death for him.

"Explain how you couldn't, Chris. Now""

Chris lifted a hurt look.

"What do you want me to say? I just couldn't. I spent two weeks of hell trying and every time I was about to finish I just thought of you and how we'd grown up together and something broke or got spilled or exploded or whatever. I tried and tried but then I realized I just couldn't make something to kill you. I thought that I was furious enough and completely sure that you weren't my brother anymore but guess it wasn't really that way...right? So...I quit. I told Ashcroft I couldn't make it but I didn't want to think all these people would be defenseless just because of me. By then, you killed a complete family of good witches, just because they didn't think like you and I knew I had to do something. So, I finally told Ashcroft how to make the potion"

Wyatt didn't know what to say. He could read the conflict and desperation coming from his brother as he recalled those days and he felt touched. Daniel had to die. He wished Chris could understand it. And he had been so angry when he had learnt Chris had made that potion. He was still pissed Chris was capable of doing something that could kill him. And now he learnt it wasn't true. Chris was pissed at Daniel's death but he still thought of him as his brother.

Chris was just looking down and shutting up every time he could, as pleading with Wyatt to stop asking. Impulsive, Wyatt stood up and went by Chris side. He played tenderly with his brother's hair.

"So…you love me...I knew it...my little brother still loves me. Say that you still love me, Chris"

"I still love you" Chris said deliberately giving his words the inexpressive tone of voice he had when the spell made him say things.

The hurt and disappointed look in his brother's eyes got to him.

He couldn't help adding more firmly with a weak smile while he pushed Wyatt away almost playfully. "Of course I still love you, jerk. That's the whole point. I spent two weeks of hell and I didn't make that potion and you had no problem in choking me when I was powerless in just one second...I would be dead if mom hadn't left me the unbinding spell on the floor"

Wyatt blinked.

"I've always wondered how you'd pulled that one. So...mom and our Aunts "

"Yep. "Chris looked away.

They remained in silence for a while. Finally, Wyatt spoke, surprising Chris a little.

"I wouldn't have finished, Chris"

"We both know you are lying."

"Well I actually don't know what would have happened. But first of all, I thought you had made that potion, and when you left my jail you'd made clear you'd try to kill me and I thought I had to do the same. Besides no one would respect me if I let the only person that can vanquish me and that attempted to destroy everything I've built just walk away."

"We don't want people to stop respecting you. So why don't you choke me and finish with this?"

"I don't want to. And I didn't want to. Why can't you understand that? Unfortunately you are my only real threat. And where does that leave us?"

Wyatt stood up, standing over Chris chair. He put his hands on Chris' shoulders in a gesture Chris couldn't decide if was comforting or threatening. It was probably both. Chris answered sadly and softly.

"Dead"

"What do you mean?" Wyatt sat by Chris' side, looking in his brother's eyes.

"I mean you have to kill me, I have to kill you or we will both die…whatever happens first. There is no other way of ending this. Going to the past was the only one I could think of and you stopped me."

Wyatt looked at him annoyed.

"You would have killed us both, nothing else. And of course there is another way and I've found it. No one has to die now. I know you are pissed over the spell but that solves the problem"

"No, it doesn't" Chris spoke firmly. "I won't stay like this forever. I'll find a way; I don't want to be your obedient dog until the day I die".

"With time you'll understand that this is the best and once you accept to join me I'll lift the spell. Besides with your help there will be no one else to say the spell with you. I plan to end with the rebellious witches. With all of them."

Chris looked at Wyatt, not knowing what to say. He finally spoke.

"Why, brother? Just tell me why"

"Because they are a threat,."

"No, why did you have to become the source and act like that. If you were only the source, I would join you. I don't care you use black magic or use the wrong books or even align with demons. I would join you in a second if it was only that. I wouldn't like it by I would stand it just to be with you. You are my only family. But you keep killing innocents. You are betraying everything mom and dad taught us"

"No one is innocent, Chris. Not really. And that belief is what killed mom and dad."

Chris looked at Wyatt and he tried to search him, looking for a deeper explanation but Wyatt blocked him out.

"Soon there will be no threat to me. To us" Wyatt smirked.

"I'll always be a threat to you as long I live." Chris looked down.

Wyatt looked at him and he touched his arm affectingly.

"My only real threat" he added sadly.

"You knew that since you became the source"

"No, I didn't. I was sure you'd join me then."

"I don't know how you thought I would stand to watch you killing people. "

"Because you know I never lied to you. And I've told you that's what I have to do."

"Explain that better then"

"No, not now. Maybe when you are ready."

"I'll never be ready. And there will be a point where keeping the power of three won't be a reason enough to keep me alive. Or will reach a point where I'll finally be able to make that potion. There's no other possible end." Chris thought sadly that if he couldn't do it after Daniel's death he would probably never be able to. And now Bianca was gone too and he still didn't think he was capable of making that potion.

Wyatt read that thought and he felt sad but his attention was caught by Chris' previous words.

"What do you mean with keeping the power three of together?"

"That's what you are doing, right? Now you can use it all for your own purposes. Without me you are the most powerful warlock in the world. But with me you are unbeatable."

"Do you honestly think that's the only reason why you are still alive?"

Chris shrugged.

"You tried to kill me before. And you said that you needed me to vanquish the demon that killed mom. Yes, I really think that's what's keeping me alive"

Wyatt looked angry.

"So you think that after we vanquish that demon I'll kill you?"

"No. The spell makes me do whatever you want and that makes my powers and the complete power of three working for you. And we both know you are a power-freak"

The anger Chris could read coming from Wyatt honestly surprised him.

"I shouldn't bother with you. I could have tortured you and just left you in my jail until I needed you...having you so much around is a risk for me. And you still think I don't feel anything for you at all? I've never failed you, Chris. Whenever you needed me, I was there. I've promised to protect you and I did."

"I think you do feel something for me . But you just don't feel enough. And who will protect me from you? You like people to fear you including myself. And I fear you a lot. We can't be brothers like this. "

Chris just looked down, waiting for Wyatt's rage. But surprisingly Wyatt just hugged him tightly and with a sad expression on his face. After his initial shock wore off, Chris hugged him back. After a minute Wyatt pulled apart and spoke looking directly at his brother's eyes.

"Of course I love you Chris, and I've never meant things to come to this. And I would hate myself if I have to kill you but some things..."

"Have to be done" Chris completed sadly. "That's your favorite phrase since you've turned". Still Chris felt really happy over Wyatt's statement. He couldn't believe Wyatt had hugged him. His brother wasn't a very affectionate person, even before turning. But with Chris he had been always different and closer. The only other person Wyatt had shown affection was Eve, a human girl Wyatt was dating when he turned. Chris had no idea of what had happened to her and he had never dared to ask.

Wyatt was still sitting by his brother's side, looking at him.

"You know what's ironic? I probably wouldn't have gone this far if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't have gone this far to protect myself but I had to do that to protect us both."

Chris could almost read the complete thought behind those words but Wyatt blocked him out quickly so, he had to ask.

"Protect us from whom? "

"Never mind. You are not ready yet"

"You said you've never failed me. But you told me I would understand why you were doing this. When you went to the underworld you told me to trust you. I kept telling everyone "My brother has a reason, he won't do anything as definitive as becoming the source" and then I starting flaming and mumbling things while you became the source"

Chris looked down angry, as he remembered that and how he was almost killed by all the white-lighters and good witches that were with him. If he wasn't so powerful and their only hope against Wyatt he wouldn't be there to tell his brother the story.

"I can't believe our connection was so strong that my becoming the source affected you like that. Still you should have trusted me"

"I'm here now and listening. Why did you have to do that? Because I'm really starting to believe you think you had a reason"

Wyatt was still blocking him out but Chris could sense he was thinking.

"I was about to tell you. But then I realized that it would make you suffer and it wouldn't change your mind. Some people you call innocents had to die. And there's no way of changing that. And as you can't think like me on that point I won't make you go through the rest. Not yet at least. Perhaps I will after we capture your ex-girlfriend".

"I won't let you hurt her. "

"Let's deal with everything at its own time, Chris. But believe me; I have a reason for everything, even for that."

Chris just nodded sadly. He had had doubts. His brother had always been a power-freak. But after this talk he knew Wyatt actually thought he had a reason and that he was part of it. He wondered why. He also knew no reason justified killing innocents. Not from Chris' point of view at least.

Wyatt smiled at him.

"When you are ready I'll tell you. I don't plan to keep it from you forever. I think this talk was enough. I'm really glad you didn't make that potion"

"Now I wish I had made it"

"Is that true?"

"No" Chris answered automatically and got mad when he remembered he was always answering with the truth. "Jerk." he added with a weak smile.

Wyatt smiled back. "I'm glad to know you couldn't make that potion. And I'm happy you are with me, Chris. I really mean it. Now tell me, what made Ashcroft think it could work? The power of three is needed. He knows that, and so do you"

Chris sighed. "I made him think it could work and it's true. I told him to use the Book of Shadows recipe and that I would enhance the potion's magic with my powers. And as I would be there to say the spell to vanquish you and Ashcroft is really powerful it can work"

"So..it's the same. It can work" Wyatt seemed annoyed.

"I told you I couldn't leave those people helpless. And it could work. But I couldn't decide to enhance the potion's strength with my powers. However I told him I did and I just thought I would do it the minute before vanquishing you, if I dared. I knew that if I were defending myself or some innocents I would be capable of doing it."

Chris read annoyance from Wyatt and he felt he had to explain his actions. "I had to do something! Those people trusted me!" he almost shouted. " And you tried to choke me...so you can't really be mad" he finished with calm.

Wyatt thought that in other circumstances he would have found those words funny. .

"Well maybe you are right" he granted.. "And now tell me, why did Ashcroft keep the secret?"

Chris moved uncomfortably.

"Chris?"

"I'm not proud of this, either. I don't know where we got it from, but I can also be really manipulative when the situation requires. Ashcroft hates to think we are so powerful. He wanted HIS power to vanquish the source. So, I told him that it would be interesting not to tell anyone because they would have doubts if they knew I hadn't made the potion and once you were vanquished he could brag about making the potion...about the power of three not being so necessary after all and...things like that. He really liked the idea and so he told everyone I'd made the potion and Brittany is the only one that knows the truth."

Wyatt smiled.

"I'm almost proud of you...and I'm happy I have you are on my side finally. "

"I'm not on your side. "

"You almost are. And that's what my next order is about. Speaking of which, I have to hurry...we have a meeting with my minions in a few minutes."

"We? It doesn't work like that, Wyatt. The spell doesn't apply to thoughts and feelings. So if you order me to join you it won't work" Chris knew his brother was up to something and he started feeling fear again.

Wyatt just smiled.

"Listen carefully Chris. Here's my next order"

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Piper was in the room Chris had slept the few days he had stayed in the manor. There had to be something there that could help her to at least, summon Chris.

She looked everywhere but she found nothing, nothing personal and nothing useful. This was a guestroom and if it wasn't for the bed's state it would have seemed no one had slept there in years.

She looked at the bed, it was still messy. That was a proof about how sudden his departure had been. Chris had disappeared only the night before but it seemed like ages. She could sense every minute counted. Could Wyatt really be the source? Could Chris be...?

She stopped the thought right there and started tiding up the bed hysterically to avoid thinking. She was shaking the pillow when her hand touched something that was hiding behind the pillow and its cover. She smiled, thoughtfully. 'This can be useful' she thought.

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