Hiya everyone! I'm sooooo sorry I havent updated for ages (I know I always say this! so sorry for that too!) Please don't have given up this story as a lost cause! It's still going, I promise! I will get round to finishing it, honestly! Thank you so much for staying with this story despite the irregular updates! And hopefully there will be some new readers too! Please keep reviewing! Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Oh and sorry there isnt any Wyatt and Chris interaction in this chapter...that will happen in the next chapter, this one is more focused on Prue.

Chapter 11

"Where are we?" Prue gasped, looking around in undisguised awe at the beautiful surroundings.

The Elder, who had introduced himself as Orion, smiled slightly. "We call it sanctuary." he explained, "It is a place we have hidden for many millennia, in case of a situation such as we have now."

"What situation is that? The killings?" asked Sheila, a mixture of amazement and confusement on her face.

"Yes, partly. I will explain it all to you later, with the other Elder's present." Orion, gestured for them to start walking down a paved pathway, lit even in the bright sun with small, twinkling fairy lights. "We did not know that we would have to take you here until a few hours previously." Orion elaborated, "Until we cast out gazes towards the future and saw a glimpse of what was to come."

"Which was…?" Prue asked, curiously.

Orion shook his head, "I am afraid I cannot tell you. Not entirely. Suffice it to say that both of you were in danger; enough danger for us to permit the extraordinary allowance of non-Elders, especially a mortal, to Sanctuary."

"In danger from who?" Prue persisted, "Wyatt? He-he wouldn't have hurt us, would he?"

Orion hesitated, "I don't know how to tell you this," he began reluctantly, a sympathetic expression evident on his face, "But, Wyatt, he came up here. Shortly after the first attack on San Francisco, this was. He-he killed many of the Elders and Whitelighters, single-handedly. We lost a great many."

"That's awful!" gasped Sheila horrified.

"Yes, yes it was, but I'm afraid, that's there's more I need to tell you. The first casualty, we believe he stood up to Wyatt, tried to reason with him, all to no avail though…"

"Uncle Leo."

Orion bowed his head. "I am sorry."

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"Why would I tell you where they are?" demanded Darryl, a fierce determination in his heart that Wyatt was not going to hurt Sheila or Prue.

"Well," Wyatt let a cruel grin darken his features, "it's a dangerous world out there. Demons roaming the streets, under orders to kill any magical beings they find. Oh, and anyone who's hiding witches come under the same heading too."

Wyatt waited until the full significance of his words had dawned on Darryl before continuing. "So, you see, it's probably safer for them here, under my protection, than alone and defenceless out there."

Darryl swallowed his fear and managed to snort in angry disbelief, "Safe? Here? With you? Somehow I don't think so. I'll let them take their chances. They're not stupid, and Prue is perfectly capable of protecting both of them. And when your demons fail to catch Chris then they'll be doubly safe."

Darryl stood up and spread his hands out on the desk, leaning forwards into Wyatt steely gaze. "I won't sell them out, Wyatt. Not to you, not to anyone."

'And besides,' Darryl thought to himself grimly, 'I really don't know where they are if they're not at home.'

"Well," Wyatt stood up to match Darryl and looked at him coldly, all traces of recognition gone, "You can't deny that you had your chance to make things easier for yourself. I was willing to ignore your initial acts, give you time to realise my legitimate claim as ruler, but you've made your position perfectly clear."

Wyatt pressed a button on his desk and spoke through a speaker, "Send for Kezlar."

"Yes my Lord." crackled the speaker.

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"Take that you filthy witch" snarled Jarga gleefully slamming Chris hard against the wall.

Chris slumped to the ground, moaning in pain, as he tried to recollect his senses and gather his bearings.

They were inside the city hall, he realised with a sinking feeling. He shook his fuzzy head and tried to find his footing as Jarga grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

Hearing clomping footsteps nearing them, Chris looked up to see an enormous brute demon striding down the corridor.

"Lord Wyatt gave orders not to harm the witch." Kezlar spat angrily.

Jarga curled his lip in annoyance and shook Chris's arm violently, "He's fine." Jarga sneered, "No permanent injuries. Unlike the other demons. Fools."

"They were all killed?" Kezlar inquired.

"Uh huh." Jarga drew himself up to full height, "I was the only one powerful enough to defeat the witch." he boasted.

"And you'll be rewarded for that." retorted Kezlar, trying to keep the mocking tone out of his voice.

"Good, good." smirked Jarga, an anticipatory gleam shining in his eyes.

Kezlar pulled a knife from his belt then reached forward, jamming the sharp blade into Jarga's chest. He twisted the knife savagely, grinning at the frozen look of surprise on Jarga's features, before they exploded in a burst of flames.

Chris threw his arm in front of his face as he felt the heat of Jarga's fiery demise. It was a few seconds before he realised that he was now not being restrained in any way, but Kezlar quickly dispelled any ideas of escape by raising the knife to Chris's neck.

"Don't think of trying anything, witch." he snarled.

Chris winced as Kezlar grasped his shoulder tightly. "Move." The demon commanded, "You're to be taken to the cells until Lord Wyatt wishes to see you."

Resigning himself to doing as he was told until he could find a way out, Chris started walking towards captivity.