I know it has been forever since I have updated, but I lost the work after my sister's friend got a virus on my computer. My mom then bought me a laptop off of E-Bay which SUCKED and that ended up getting something wrong with it and shut down and would start up again without the disk for it...which the guy did not send. And then my friend gave me her old laptop, and the part where the charger plugs in broke. So because of all this, I have had to start over on basically all of my work. I do appologize, and I have been kicking myself in the butt for a long time now. Unfortunately I had more important things in my life than trying to remember what I had written out for all of the stories, my friends and sister have VERY dramatic lives and they tend to always come to me because I'm the "listener" of the pack.
Now on with the story!
But first the stupid disclaimer!
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Charmed or the Twilight saga, if I did there would be far more slash, far less drama, and the Vampires wouldn't sparkle. (That's my opinion and damn it, I am intitled to it, you have a problem with it keep it to yourself, I don't make fun of the sparkley Vampires in the actual story.)
P.S. When it comes to reviewing be warned that if you are not nice to me, I do not feel like I should have to be nice to you. Therefore, if you are mean in your reviews, I will reply back as being a betch (yes I relized that is an "e" and not an "i", watch a Kelly video by Liam Sullivan and you will understand it.) Also with the reviews I do not want to hear about the tiny little mistakes I made, unless it was major or had to do directly with the character...I do not want to hear about it, worry about your own stories or something.

'Blooded Black Roses'
A Twilight/Charmed story
Chapter One
Written By: Tala-Paige Lino

I did not originally want to talk to my mom about Forks today, but after the day I had at school I didn't feel I had a choice. I was actually having a pretty okay day, that was until 5th period came around, I love English classes, just not the teacher. Mr. Jamison is an old fashioned, ex-military jerk, that finds joy in harassing students. Lucky me, I'm his favorite target, although I am good at writing, he always finds something wrong with my work. This weeks assignment was to write a poem, each row had a different topic, I got religion, which mine happens to be Paganism. When Mr. Jamison reached my desk I discovered I couldn't find my poem, odd since I just had it when I was talking to Jesse before class. "Mr. Halliwell, empty handed I presume." Mr. Jamison stated impatiently.

As I hurriedly flipped through the pages of my binder I replied, "No, no it was in here, I just had it at the locker, I most of," and then I found it, "Left it right here in my binder."

As usual Mr. Jamison looked at my work with disgust, "Ode the the Rede."

"Look I worked hard on that," I said hoping that for just once he would let it go.

Of course that wish did not come true, "I'm sure you did, but as I see it you have two choices, you can bring the poem in rewritten tomorrow and lose points for turning it in late. Or you can turn it in as it is and the highest grade you'll see will be your old friend the letter D."

"That's not fair."

"Fairness is overrated."

Then I did something that I'll wish I'd never done long after today, I turned to my right and said to my somewhat friend, Tyler, "Is it just me or does that man get meaner everyday?"

I honestly did not mean for him to reply back but he did, "It's not just you."

Unfortunately for the us Mr. Jamison, despite being old, hears just about everything, "Excuse me, Mr. McKee."

"Um nothing."

"I trust that your poetry assignment went well Mr. McKee, we're all aware of how critical it is to your defiant grade in this class."

"Sure, yeah it went fine."

"Good, then perhaps you would like to read your poem to the class."

"I thought the poems were for only you."

"They were, I changed my mind, these things happen. Please read."

"I'd really rather not."

"Mr. McKee what you'd rather do is of no concern to me."

"If it's okay with you can I just turn it in."

"Read the poem Mr. McKee, we're waiting."

Tyler stood up shakenly and even without empathy I could tell that he would rather be in a hell pit then here. Stumbling over the words of his poem, his eyes filled with tears, until he he couldn't handle it, "I'm sorry I can't do this."

But Mr. Jamison would have nothing of it, "Mr. McKee you will finish reading that poem or you will fail the rest of the course!"

That was where I had enough, I stood up grabbed the poem that had fallen unto Tyler's desk, "You want someone to read the poem then I'll read it." As I went on reading the poem Mr. Jamison started yelling for me to stop, but I ignored him and kept going.

That was until he got up in my face, "I said stop!" And then ripped the poem from my hands, "You will listen to me when I talk to you, young man!"

At this point I was running on the anger that had been growing for the man since the beginning of the year, "Why should I?"

"That's it, I am writing you a pass and you can report immediately to Principal Millstone."

As he walked towards his desk at the front of the class, I followed after grabbing my bag from my chair, "What part of you is it that gets off on torturing your students? Everybody else in this classroom may be afraid of you, but I'm not. I see your miserable scare tactics for exactly what they truly are. The misguided lashing of a bitter lonely old man, who only feels good when somebody else in the class feels worse."

I know I shouldn't have said all those things but a chunk of me felt like the full ordeal was my fault. Tyler was getting hurt because Mr. Jamison knows that he can't get to me. So when Mr. Jamison replied to my ranting with, "Thank you for the analysis Mr. Halliwell, I'll send a check along with that F you'll get on your report card."

"You can't fail me, I've gotten a B or better on every test in this class."

"The hell I can't, I've been waiting to fail you all quarter."

My reply was a pretty stupid thing to say but I won't take it back either way, "You disgust me."

"And you Mr. Halliwell are a failure, destined to always be a failure. Trying to teach people like you is like spitting in the face of the entire educational system."

What I did after that was defiantly one of the stupidest things I have ever done. I spit in his face, "No sir, that is spitting in the face of the educational system." And then I walked to the principal's office, to what I would guess to be a suspension.

It wasn't till the end of 5th period that Mr. Jamison arrived at the office, I wish he hadn't of come at all, though my music/art teacher Mr. Kiles was present. Mrs. Millstone started off with asking me what I had to say for myself, I couldn't help but thinking that I have a lot to say it's just the matter that it isn't what you would like me to say. I started talking non-the-less, "Firstly I'd like to say that I'm more ashamed of what I did in that classroom today then anything I've every done in my entire life. It was flat wrong and I have no case here, I'm sorry...for the event. But I'm not now, nor will I ever be apologetic for its intentions. Everyday we the students of Lowell come to a place were you guys are in charge. You tell us when to arrive, when to leave, when to change rooms, when to eat, when we're doing well, and when we need to be doing better. And we never ever question it, because we're afraid to, because to question it is to go against the belief the entire system is built upon, the belief that you guys know what's right. And I am not afraid to tell you that what happened in that classroom today was not right. To make a student cry, to embarrass him, strip him of his dignity if front of his classmates was not right. And while I respect this system, I do not respect men like you Mr. Jamison, I don't. I can't, and I never will, not after what you did." After finishing my speech and looking from the Mr. Jamison to Mrs. Millstone to Mr. Kiles, I knew there wasn't nothing more I could do besides go home, "Have a good afternoon," Now have to walk twenty-six blocks, fifteen of which are up hill, to my house. While I could orb but I have a need to delay one of my mom's lectures.

Finally reaching the manor I saw mom's black SUV parked in the driveway, wonder what the school told her? I was immediately commanded to sit down after walking inside, and I'm guessing the school didn't say exactly what happened. "Chris it's not even a quarter through the school year and you're already getting suspended. Don't you remember what they said last year, well I sure do Mister. They said that if you kept this up they'd be forced to expel you, is that truly what you want?"

Thanks Mom now I feel guilty on two counts not just on Tyler, "No I do not want to be expelled, but I swear to the Goddesses and Gods that just like ninety percent of the other times, I was just defe-"

Before I could finish trying to explain my reasoning to her she cut me off, "I don't want to hear the excuses any more Christopher! Go and stay in your room until I come to talk to you later, I just can't deal this right now and I need to think." I was actually speechless, this doesn't happen often, but I was now and all I could do was walk with my head down to my room like a wounded cub.

(WITH PIPER)

I don't know what I should do anymore, I thought it was hard when they were babies but I forgot about the teenage years. So I did the only thing I could do in a situation like this, "Paige I need you and Phoebe!"

Three minutes later the familiar blue and white orbs appeared in front of me, "What's wrong Sweetie, we know its not Magical, has something happened?"

Good ol' Phoebe, being the ever present empath, even without being able to use empathy on us, she can still read us all to well. "It's Chris, he got in another fight and he is still using the same excuses. I don't know what I should do. What if Dad was right."

"Dad? What are you talking about Piper?"

"Dad called a couple weeks ago about Chris, at first he just asked how things were going and what was happening around here. Then he brought up being worried about Chris, saying that he felt Chris had to much to deal with. But Dad always worries more about Chris so I didn't think anything of it."

"Oh Sweetie, I know how this most be for you but I don't think we honestly realize how much Chris takes on. He's an A student in both schools, deals with Magic duties, watches and trains the other kids, has his band, works at P3 and Charmed Life, he's graduating next year, plus he has to deal with the other time-line memories, and we know his coming out about being gay didn't go like it should."

"While I appreciate that list, I already know all that, but it's still no excuse for the fighting, and then he comes up with those excuses."

"Maybe you should call Wyatt and see if he can talk to Chris."

Until then I didn't noticed that Paige hadn't said a word since she'd orbed Phoebe and herself in. "Why didn't I think of that."

But before I could call Wyatt, there was a knock on the door before we heard it open, "Piper, it's Henry are you in?"

I turned to look at Paige but she just shrugged in confusion of why her husband was here, "Henry, what are you doing here? Don't tell me Chris did something and someone is pressing charges?"

When he walked into the living room, we all noticed there was a boy about Chris' age behind Henry, "No nothing like that, though in all honestly Mr. Jamison could have, luckily the principal wouldn't allow him too. This guy hiding behind me is Tyler McKee, his father works with me. Miles wanted me to bring Tyler by so he could tell you what happened in class and apologize for yelling at Chris earlier at school. Miles also wanted me to tell you that despite how wrong the situation may seem, he is thankful for what Chris did and that you should be too. I have to head back to work now, Tyler is going to tell you exactly what happened and then is to walk home afterward."

(AFTER TYLER HAS LEFT)

"Oh Gods all this has been happening that to my baby and I didn't know, how is this possible."

"Chris might hate lying but he is really good at lying, keeping secrets, and hiding things. If he doesn't want it known, chances are its not going to be."

"I'm a mom, I should know these things! This means Dad was right along and I blew it off as nothing but him over worrying. Um, I need you to leave so that I can talk with Chris and figure out what we can do." With that Paige orbed her and Phoebe back to work.

Walking into Chris's room, I spotted him laying with his back towards the door and his arms wrapped around his knees which were pulled tightly to his chest. "Peanut, I'm so sorry that I never knew this was happening. Henry brought over Tyler to explain what happen. Why didn't you come to me sooner, we could have done something?"

I was barely stopping myself from crying but when I sat on the bed beside Chris and he turned over, I saw there were faint tear tracks on his face. After seeing the tear tracks I could help but let the flood gates open.

"I never wanted you to see what happened, I don't like you being sad and we can't do anything anyway, I've tried to and it ended with me being not feeling so good."

"Not feeling so good? Peanut, what are you talking about? Has somebody hurt you before?"

"Mr. Jamison, the teacher from today, his cousin is the PE coach and he doesn't like people who try to snitch on his cousin."

"WHAT! Has that man done something to you, because if he has then I am calling Darryl?"

"You can't call Darryl about it Mom, there is nothing he could do about it anyway. Even if he did try to Coach Bergen would just say that I was misbehaving in class."

"Christopher Perry Halliwell! You will tell me right now what has been going on!"

I am not in full blown mother mode, someone messed with one of my babies and I will get the information that I want. I guess Chris realized this too because didn't put up a fight not to tell me, "You remember the one time I got really dehydrated and passed out. Well that was because Coach Bergen made me run around the track...for eight miles, and I'm really good at physical education."

"Christopher! That is what I would categorize as serious, and something an adult needs to know about!"

"I can handle it, I have been dealing with it." And the look on my little Peanut's face said that he didn't care what they did anymore, and that was the worst part.

"Oh baby, you shouldn't have to deal with it. As an adult and a teacher these people are supposed to look after you and teach you. Parents put their trust in them. I put my trust in them. How am I supposed to let you go back there when I know now what is going to happen." I realized then that I wouldn't, I couldn't let my baby boy go back to that school. Dad was right and I think he is one of the few people that will be able to help Chris. It was then that I made my decision, Chris needed his grandfather, and I needed to put his needs first.

"Well Mom there isn't a whole lot anybody can do about them, so I guess I will just have to continue to deal with it, won't I."

"No baby, you won't have too, no more just dealing with it."

"There aren't a whole lot of other options Mom."

"Yes there are Peanut. For once I am going to back you put yourself first."

"Okay, now I'm just confused. What are talking about."

"Your grandpa called a couple of weeks ago-"

"Wait Grandpa called. I told him I was fine."

"You sure as heck were not fine mister! Dad had the right to be worried, and I see why he was now. He was talking about having you come stay with him over your next break, but I'm starting to think that he was trying to lead up to something. I get what he was planning on doing now, and I want you to go."

"Go. Mom I can't just leave. I have my magic duties and school, my band, I'm the main sitter for the kids, and work. I can't just up and leave all of that, it doesn't matter, I will be okay, I'm always okay." He was denying wanting to go, and while I know he was struggling with the idea, I knew that he wanted nothing more but to leave.

"Chris you are half Elder, you can orb here if we need you, you can still go to magic school, I'm sure Bianca and Ryan will understand and you can orb to band meets and gigs whenever, we can call Billy to watch the kids, and I don't think your boss is that horrible to stop you from going or are you trying to tell me something Chris?"

Ah ha, I got a chuckle, now we are getting somewhere, "No Mom, I'm not trying to say anything. But I can't-"

"Christopher Perry, unless the next thing out of you mouth is can't wait then I do not want to hear it. You will be going and that is final."

(CHRIS)

I may be a very stubborn person, hell I get told it a lot, it is also one of the traits I got from my mother. And while I may be very stubborn, my mom is Queen of Stubbornness, her rulings were final and held this unspoken law like feel to them. This is how I knew that there was nothing I could do to change her mind. In all honesty I was afraid to leave, I had so much here, but I'm not sure how much longer I can take it here either. Everyday I feel like I am being poked and prodded in hopes that someone will finally get me to snap, and I'm not sure where that point is anymore. Deep down I knew that going to Forks to stay with Grandpa would be for the best for me, and while Mom sees that, what about Dad, "Mom, what about Dad?"

"Umm, you just let me deal with him Peanut."

(LATER THAT NIGHT)

I knew this would happen, there was no way that dad was going to agree, and now because of it they were fighting. Why does this happen? If there something about me that makes everything go wrong?

"Chris."

Oh great, now they've done it. The had to wake up Melinda didn't they.

"Chris. You awake?"

"Yeah Melon, I'm up. Come here sweetie." She hurriedly scampered over to my bed and crawled under my covers.

"Is it true?" I could barely understand what she had said since her head was buried into my chest, but years of being a big brother had given me plenty of practice.

"Is what true Linda?"

"What Momma and Daddy are fighting about."

"Well that depends, what are Mom and Dad fighting about?"

"Don't you play dummy with me," There was a moment of complete silence where the only thing we could hear was our parents fighting and out own breathing, "So it is true, you're gonna leave, aren't you?"

I couldn't help but let out a sigh, this was not how I wanted my baby sister to find this out, "Yeah, it's true Linda. Things at school have been getting really bad and Mom believes it would be best if I went and stayed with Grandpa for awhile."

Oh Gods! Not the tears, please don't let her cry, I don't think and I handle the tears, "For how long?"

"I don't know Melon, but not for forever, and I'll come visit just like Wyatt does. Or you could come visit whenever Mom says you can, and you know that any time you call I'm come orbing in."

"But it's not the same. I don't want you to go, you're my big brother. Who's gonna look after me when Momma and Daddy are out, and help me with my homework, and play games with me, and pick on Tommy down the street when he teases me."

It both amazes and frightens me when she talks so much in one breath, "I know it's not the same, but it is the best for me at the moment, and I will always be you big brother, nothing will ever change that. Auntie Billie will probably watch you and she's smart she can help you with your homework and I'm sure she'll play games with you if you behave and ask really nicely. Plus I bet that Prue will pick on Tommy from down the street, she always like a good picking on."

"But they aren't my big brother, I already lost bigger brother."

"Hey, I don't want to ever hear you talk like that again. I know they aren't your big brother but they still love you very much and that should be all that matters. And for the other matter, you have never and will never loss Wyatt, he is just one call away. Nothing could ever happen to make him leave; remember, not even death can take we three siblings away."

"Fine. You win. But only because I'm tried and I have a quiz tomorrow."

"Okay Linda, if you say so it must be true."

"Don't you get sarcastic with me mister."

Oh my Gods, barely eleven-years-old and my little sister is already trying to become our mother, "Stop copying Mom, Melon, it's creepy."

"Uh huh."

"Sleep tight Melon." Good she's asleep, she shouldn't have to hear Mom and Dad fighting. I'd get up and tell them to shut up or fight somewhere else, but if I do that Melinda will wake up and I doubt that she will get back to sleep. So I guess I will lay here and wait.

(THAT MORNING)

I don't remember when I fell asleep last night but I awoke to Mom shaking my shoulder, "Peanut, you need to wake up. You may not have school, but Melinda does. Could you please get her ready I have breakfast cooking. After we drop her off at school we need to talk, okay baby?"

"Yeah Mom, don't worry bout Mel, I got her." With that said Mom walked out and back to the kitchen, "Come on Melon time to get up, you have that quiz today remember."

All she did was snuggle against me and wrap her little hand around my shirt, "But I don't wanna, your comfy."

"I know your comfy, but you still have to changed, eat breakfast, and go to school. So up-and-atom," She's ignoring me, that's great, guess I'll just have to do this the hard way, "Fine if you're gonna act like that I guess I'll have to release the tickle monster."

I started tickling her rips and she admittedly squealed out, "Chrisy stop it."

"You know the rules, you have to say it."

"Fine, fine I'll say it," I could barely hear her through her giggles so I let up a tiny bit, "Big brother is the bestest, bigger brother who."

"That's my girl. Now let's go get you dressed. What would you like to where today my dear."

"Hmm...the purple ruffle skirt with the yellow butterfly shirt."

"A wonderful chose for a beautiful young lady."

(AFTER DROPPING MELINDA AT SCHOOL)

"So what's gonna happen now?"

"Firstly, I want to know what you want to happen."

"I want to not have you and Dad fighting. I want Mel to not come in my room crying after hearing you two fight and then think that I am going to leave forever."

"Stop being a smart-ass Christopher, I am being serious."

Great, I hate it when everyone assumes that because I sound sarcastic that I am not taking the matter seriously. I turned towards Mom from my seat on the couch, "I am being serious, that is what I want, and I will do whatever I can to achieve that."

All Mom did was let out a deep and tired sounding sigh and start to massage her forehead, "Chris, for once in your life will you please just put yourself first. Imagine that no one else matters, only you."

"I can't do that Mom. I can't just cut all these factors out of my life and my decisions. I wake up some days and have to stop to remember which time-line I'm in, because I don't remember which was the dream and what was the reality. Other days I wake up and wonder if this day will be the day that one of my memories becomes real. I will always put everybody before myself. Because I have seen and lived in a world where none of you exist."

Oh no, now I have done it, she's going to start crying, "You know Mom, if I didn't know any better I would have to think that you are pregnant again. You are getting a tad bit overly emotional lately."

Well at least I got her to laugh too, "Of course I am being emotional, my baby boy has been hurting and I didn't even see it."

"I'm good at hiding things Mom, you know that."

"Yeah I do know that, but that does not change the fact that you should not have to hide things. And you have to remember that I once lost you too. That's why I made you decision for you. I knew you wouldn't make the one you would truly want too, so I called your grandfather this morning and we figured out the situation. This week we are going to pack your stuff up and then this weekend we will move you to Forks."

Wait a second...what-the-hell is going on, "Mom, you can't just do this."

"Like hell I cannot! You will be going to Washington to live with your grandfather and that is final! So you might want to go start packing." And then just like that, she walked away. Guess it really was final...note to self, do not mess with a momma witch.

I know I am a horrible updater, but I had one computer and two laptop failures so I lost the work and I am having to basically start over on all of my stories.
Please review, if you have any suggests on the story, or what I could add/do then please tell me.
For those of you that are wondering, the main pairing of this story will be Chris/Seth, I know it might seem odd, but I like Seth the most out of the Twilight characters.