Chapter Seven – Nice to meet you too!
Wyatt stacked the beer bottles and VK (vodka kick) bottles into the small fridges around the middle isle and under the counters. He didn't know there were so many things to do to run a club efficiently. He was surprised by the things he had to do, from re-stocking; unloading to re-checking so many things that Wyatt practically did everything he would've done in a gym – from lighting weights to running about.
"Wyatt, do you think you can manage on your own for few minutes. I have got to take off." Prue said to the blonde bartender as she pulled her handbag over her shoulder and grabbed her blackberry. "It's just I'm so late for my work and its picnic day out at the care home, I've gotta go and help sort them out."
"Yeah, yeah, it's cool. I can handle it." Wyatt said with a nod as he dried the cocktail glasses with his towel.
"My brother Chris, he'll be here soon." Prue said rushing up the stairs as Wyatt nodded with a chuckle. "Thank you so much." Prue shouted as she disappeared around the corner.
The moment, the door shut behind her, Prue gave a quick glance around the place before waving her arm, summoning her brother in colossal of orbs.
"What the…OW!" Chris' shouted as he hit the ground with a hard thud before looking around to find his sister standing before him. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Chris shouted as he got up to his feet and dusted himself. "I was in the flippin car, ready to pull out of the driveway."
"Well, you should've been here ten minutes ago." Prue said as Chris looked at her with an expression of 'So?"
"What would you have done if I was with someone?" Chris shouted as Prue rolled her eyes. "You could've exposed us, worse EXPOSED MAGIC!"
"Oh, stop being so overdramatic." Prue drawled as Chris opened his mouth to protest but Prue held her hand out. "Eup!" Prue said closing her fingers causing Chris' mouth to slam shut. "Wyatt is in there. I've sorted the inventory out but I want you to just double check it just in case, cause I don't want you moaning to mom that I nabbed cash from the inventory like the last time when you overlooked the eight for zero."
For response Chris mumbled something waving his arm. Prue shook her head, as she released him from her telekinetic hold.
"What was that?" Prue asked as Chris flexed his jaw, glaring at her sister for using her powers on him.
"I was saying you should learn to write eight properly." Chris said as Prue glared. "And stop using your powers on me." Chris said flicking his finger in mid-air towards his sister's forehead causing Prue to jerk backwards.
"YOU!" Prue hissed raising her hand, just as Chris tapped his wrist watch.
"Aren't you late?" Chris asked as Prue glanced at her watch.
"I'll sort you out later." Prue hissed as she walked away towards the car park.
"Hey, hang on! How am I gonna get home? Not everyone can orb like you, you know." Chris said as Prue rolled her eyes. Orbing had always been the sensitive issue for Chris in the family, mainly because everyone possesses the power to teleport other than Chris. Aunt Phoebe's kids can Heart, Aunt Paige' kids, Prue and David can orb, leaving Chris the only charmed offspring without any teleporting powers. Plus whether the adults can orb or heart out doesn't count in Chris's point of view.
"You've got your teleporting potions with you, Use that." Prue said to her brother, who raised an eyebrow in response. Teleporting potion is something their Aunt Billie invented to teleport like others and Chris never goes anywhere without one.
"Hellooo, that's for emergency use only. Like when a demon attacks, I could bail." Chris said in a matter of fact tone. "I'm not going to waste it for things like this; I'm already low on my teleporting potions as it is."
"Not surprised, you're always using it for stupid things." Prue said as Chris folded his arms in his chest. "Besides didn't Mom make you a fresh batch last Tuesday?" Prue asked as Chris shrugged.
"Lots of demons are after me." Chris replied back in the same matter-of-fact tone.
"Demons are always after you." Prue said as Chris shrugged.
"So as you can see why I can't afford to use my last two up." Chris replied back.
"Well, make more…" Prue said as Chris looked like she was crazy.
"Are you crazy? I don't have time to make potions." Chris said as Prue raised her eyebrow at him. "Besides Mom gets little kooky when I brew potions."
"Yeah that's because you can even make a simple vanquishing potion without destroying half the kitchen or the attic." Prue said as Chris rolled his eyes and growled lightly.
"And you can't make a toast without destroying the entire house, but, hey! You don't see me complaining." Chris tossed back as Prue shook her head. "Anyway the point is, either orb me my car or orb me back." However before Prue can reply back, her phone buzzed. "Shit I'm late." Prue hissed at the sight of message from her co-worker.
"You know what, here take my car." Prue said grabbing her keys from her purse, since the best option for her right now is to orb, rather than driving to work – which she can guarantee would take half an hour in the traffic and she needs to be there like in five minutes, cause apparently everyone in the care home are ready to leave.
"Great!" Chris said reaching for the keys only for Prue to snatch back.
"But I swear to god Chris. You trash my car, you're DEAD!" Prue hissed as Chris nodded, grabbing the Lamborghini's keys from his sister's hand. "I'm serious Chris. If I find burger wrappers or mayo in the back of my seat, then I will make you lick them off inch by inch."
"Yeah, yeah." Chris said as Prue looked at them sternly while her brother smiled back sweetly, like the small devil that he is, when he is up to no good.
"See you later." Prue said to her brother and with a flick of her own finger - which sent Chris spiralling to the ground - the eldest witch dissolved in orbs with a smirk, leaving Chris on the ground to grumble under his breath about getting her back later.
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Chris made his way down the stairs of the basement Club, where to his surprise he found no sign of the new bartender behind the bar; instead he stood facing an empty club.
"Wyatt…?" Chris called out, his eyes quickly sweeping the surrounding, in case of sudden attack – which is not uncommon in his case, since he is always going looking for trouble in the underworld. It not because he loves to hunt demons, well part of it, but it's also to show his family that he is not weak as others assume it because he got less firepower compare to his cousins, brother and sister.
After all Prue powers pack one hellva punch, since she possess not only the basic power of a witch, from spell casting and potion brewing but also, telekinesis, telekinetic blast (advanced form of her telekinesis), Combusting orbing (the ability to channel orbs into another object/being, causing combustion) molecular immobilization (freezing) Orbing, all the Whitelighter abilities, from morphing to Omnilingualism (the ability to understand and speak any language) but except she hasn't got the healing touch yet.
David, well he's the twice blessed – he has powers even he doesn't know, to the point they reveal themselves in a battle. Plus the added bonus of him being a half elder rather than a Whitelighter, really bugs Chris – cause he doesn't understand why their dad have to clip his wings before Chris was conceived, maybe then he would've been half elder too.
His cousins – well, Aunt Phoebe's daughters cupid and charmed one, so this makes them uniquely powerful, since each have their own nature powers, thus makes them the new charmed ones, not just charmed like their mom and aunts, but an elemental Charmed ones. Penelope controls earth, Brianna controls air and Ashley controls water, this makes them surprisingly powerful on their own but combined very destructive, however thankfully their powers are still not advanced as Mother Nature.
Aunt Paige's kids, they have basic Whitelighter and witch's powers but its only from Paige's side, since Henry is mortal, so this makes them little less powerful than others but nevertheless powerful in their own nature, since for some reason, they're given selective power from their ancestry line. Henry Jnr aside from his Whitelighter abilities, he possess the telekinetic orbing, Orb shield (Use of orbs to produce a protective shield, looks similar to David's shield) Orb blast, similar to telekinetic blast but based on orb molecules & Chrono-telekinetic orbing (the power to move objects or people with almost a temporal affect -meaning time is slower, then the things moving through that time period - by using the orbing variation to move the object). The twins, well, Charlotte possess Cryokinesis, while Patricia possess Pyrokinesis –
Well Chris….well, let's see what Chris has: Telekinesis, (not so bad, still not as advanced as he would've liked - "I Mean why can't I have a telekinetic blast?') Molecular immobilisation & molecular combustion and…that's all. Sometimes he really hates it and this is where his inferiority complex kicks in, despite his siblings and cousins try their best not let it show when they receive a new power or when their power advances. It was almost like something he read in the book of shadows, if a witch was to misuse her or his magic, then in the future or present lives, they would be recessed and given according to their stature.
Back to the club now - Chris tensed as he stood with his hands ready to throw anything that he sees moving.
"Be out in a minute, just sorting the barrels out." Wyatt shouted as Chris' shoulder sagged in relief, before making his way around to the counter with a shake of his head. It's not uncommon for demons to attack in middle of the day; it's rare but not uncommon. The young witch found the inventory book sitting on the counter, with a quick swipe he grabbed the book and flicked through the pages, taking in the amount that's on the cash register, while he fixed himself with a drink. Once ensuring everything is accounted for – under 30 seconds – he turned around just as he found the silhouette of his new bartender making his way out from the back room – only for his drink to spray out of his mouth in shock when the guy stepped out into the light.
Wyatt, who made his way out of the room, could've sworn he saw someone dropping down fast like a bullet behind the counter. "Chris?" Wyatt called out as he approached the bar, while the young witch who's hiding on the floor, widened his eyes in shock and fear.
"He knows my name! I'm so screwed! " Chris panicked, silently praying that Wyatt wouldn't find him, but it was short lived when Wyatt's voice hovered directly above his head.
"Erm…Is everything alright down there?" Wyatt asked the guy who was sitting on the floor with the inventory book in his lap.
"Yup, just dropped my pencil."Chris lied as he got up from the floor, without looking at Wyatt but knowing he won't able to put off from meeting Wyatt any longer, the young witch slowly turned around with a nervous chuckle, only to confront the blonde mortal's eyes to raise in question.
"Chris?" Wyatt asked as Chris extended his hand to shake it.
"You must be Wyatt." Chris said, while his brain quickly racked up possible solution to get him out of this mess. He was Drunk and he doesn't remember. "I can work with that."
"Yeah, I guess we met yesterday." Wyatt said as Chris pulled on a perfect confused face - years of practice.
"No…I don't think so." Chris lied through his teeth as Wyatt looked confused this time.
"You have a twin by any chance?" Wyatt asked as Chris shook his head. "Then I guess it's you. You were kinda drunk too."
"Oh…Yeah! You see I still have these huge blanks in my brain from last night." Chris said, well it was half-truth, he doesn't remember most of the things. "I can only remember leaving the house and the rest is blank."
At this Wyatt chuckled. "Well then I guess you had fun."
"Yup and now I'm suffering." Chris replied back to the bartender who smiled at the young witch.
Wyatt certainly wasn't expecting this guy to be Chris. He didn't know why he didn't connect the dots yesterday when the other guy was shouting his name out, but then again the only people he has met so far in person was Piper and her daughter Prue Halliwell. Despite the fact the guy can't remember what happened yesterday, Wyatt couldn't help but smile, since the kid – since he feels it's more suitable to label Chris as a kid, than a guy – looked cute.
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Chris sighed as he listened to the band do their sound check up. He's tired, hungry and well…more tired, all he wanted to do was crawl back into his bed and sleep till the morning, but with the band doing their sound check up now – after being ten minutes late – Chris has to wait for them to finish up before he can leave and return later on for the opening.
"Hey, you sure you don't want me to grab you anything?" Wyatt asked as Chris nodded with a smile.
"I'm sure. You go ahead. I'll see you later." Chris replied back to the man he has grown to know more, over the three hour period that they have spent together in the club.
"Alright then, I'll see you later." Wyatt replied back to Chris before making his way up the stairs and disappearing out of view, leaving Chris to sigh.
Chris knew it's going to be a long night!
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Hey Guys, hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I know, I know, I haven't updated in quite some time but freakin social and collage life is taking too much of my time to give my fav guys any time to write down, but I swear the next chapter is written down, - scout's honour – they just need to be looked over again before I can post them here. ^_^ but hope you all enjoyed the boys meeting there and little background on the powers Chris possess.
As Always special thanks to: Wragziez, theking666, Redzik, Wesdrewlover, I-Love-Trunks1, WCLF, C.W. Halliwell, Nocturnal Rose, Drumline, CelticWolfster, Sebsatian welling, Spott, Boulanger, PapiEsteven & S.A. Hager.
Once again thank you all so much and you know what to do. ^_^