His Heart

I got more reviews. I have defiantly declared myself a review junky at 9 between both of my stories. Oh and sorry about any spelling mistakes. I type these things up at about 4:30 am to 6am and edit them whenever I have 3 seconds to spare. Nocturnalism rules.

Ahhhh no sex here! I promise there will be more in the next chapter. This was so hard to write. Stupid plot. Evil plot, maybe next chapter will have something along the lines of my other story. Sorry for the shortness, next will be lot longer.

Chapter 4

Wyatt cursed at whatever gods were listening. Chris was just stolen from him. Racing upstairs to the Book he started to turn the pages frantically searching to call a lost witch. His bond through brothers would be more then enough to do it with. As he started to recognize pagepages that were around the spell the book slammed closed catching his index finger.

“Shit.” Putting the cut to his lips to stop the bleeding he tried to sense for what did it. Nothing. God he needed Chris here when stuff like this was happening. Chris’ Empathic powers mingled with his white-lighter to make him the best at locating creatures or entities. Opening the book to where he hoped was the pages he was just at he flipped through about 2 more when it slammed again.is tis time Wyatt was able to move his hand quick enough to not get scratched. ‘Damn, stupid, where Chris, who slammed, who stole, gonna kill it’ pretty much made up the blessed one’s thoughts right now.

Taking deep breaths Wyatt tried to focus but he couldn’t get the image of Chris being stolen by the Elders out of his mind far enough to work. Chris had tried to resist it and had cried out. Wyatt remembered his aunts telling him stories about when Mom and Dad first tried to get married. The Elders had denied them and forcibly took Leo away. Leo admitted that it hurt almost as much as dying to resist the orbing that the Entire Council had done. He didn’t want his brother to feel any pain. He had enough from the past 4 years to last him a thousand.

Okay the Book wasn’t cooperating. Why? There had to be an explanation. The book just didn’t start closing itself. It wasn’t that magical. Prue! Wyatt’s eyes started to scan the room looking for signs of the long dead aunt. Many years ago she came to replace Grams for guidance when it was time for Gram’s new life. Wyatt still missed the ass-kicker, even if she didn’t like him at first. Prue would probably be working with those hard asses up there to steal Chris. Grabbing some candelas and placing them down with crystals he started to forcefully summon her spirit.

“Hear these words, hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side.
Come to me, I summon ,
C,
Cross now the great divide.
Hated spirit, my own Aunt Prue,
My new helper of a speedy rescue,
Come to me and be imprisoned,
Speak to this witch you have helped to burdened
With your path end my rage
And let my powers hold this cage.”

He was sincerely pleased with himself as the dead woman appeared solid at his command in the cage. Spells weren’t usually his strong suit. Tking an enemy into the wall of a cavern and the slicing through it with Excalibur was more his style. “Now what should I do with you?”


Chris frowned at the elder speaking with him. They wouldn’t let him orb back down there to talk with his brother and they had basically grounded him to a room. He hadn’t been grounded in over 5 years. He had been here since they orbed him. At first he thought that they were just leaving him here to recover from that trip through hell to heaven. An Elder that he had recognized as one of his father’s friends had came in here and healed him telling him to rest for a while. An hour later another had came in to see if he was hungry. Now another 2 hours later he was talking with a very old and sad looking angel who really hasn’t said much more then his name was Andrews.

Taking a breath Andrews knew why he was the one in here. He had had sons in his life. He still missed them after 400 years. But now he was supposed to be speaking with this child of another Elder because that Elder was missing. He hated to think of what could be happening to Leo right now. He waill ill so young to be an Elder. Still so attached to his mortal self that he would forget what he was at times.

He needed to ask Chris if he knew where Wyatt was keeping Leo and the others. He hoped beyond hope that this child knew but was being forced to go along with Wyatt. Andrews didn’t know what would happen if they lost both of them at once.

Chris’ destiny was with them. He was learning his powers and patients better then his father had. He had grown up with powers and didn’t faint the first time he saw an Elder. Well in Leo’s defense a grenade had just hit him. But instead of being destined to be a white lighter like his father had originally, he had gained Gideion’s powers as soon as his body could handle them, which took 3 days. They needed all the Elders they had. The loss from the Titians still weighed heavily on them and after Gideon’s betrayal, too many were lost. That’s when it was decided for Chris’ sacrifice he would receive Gideion’s place on the council, when he was ready of course.

Andrews had gone silent again and Chris allowed his eyes to wonder the vacant walls. Everything here was made from perfect marble and looked well perfect, not flawed kind of like the Elders were. The cushions were a silk like material that Chris just couldn’t get comfy on. Andrews seemed to be waiting for something.

Smiling sadly at the young one Andrews couldn’t help but feel pity for this child. So much had happened to him. He had lost so much. When the Elders had heard that Victor hadn hen healed he noticed that few actually looked mad at the rule breaking. More just looked disappointed at the notion of Chris helping Wyatt to go against them. Unfortunately thing were being set right as the Elders can set them. He didn’t want to tell the child this.

“Christopher perhaps you should eat something. You have been here for a while and I know you didn’t eat much at lunch.” Andrews was trying to ask the boy but any time he looked into those green eyes he couldn’t. He didn’t want to see the evil that could be there.

Sighing Chris just looked tired. “Can you please tell me why I’m here and wou gou guys won’t let me go home?” He just wanted to go home and sleep. Elder-land was annoying at the best of times. With the boost of being up here he was pretty sure that he could hear about 30 million people’s emotions right now and blocking them was hard. “And where’s my dad?”

Andrews looked up at the child. He could tell the boy was not lying. Chris was a very bad liar; he took after his aunt Phoebe. He was concerned about his father. He still loved his father. Which meant he was still good.

“Why are you looking at me like a I just gave you the surprise of your afterlife?” Chris was getting scared. Okay past scared. Where was his dad and why wasn’t Wyatt up here too. “What is going on?!” Shouting Chris started to get up. Maybe if he got past Andrews and out the door, archway, whatever it was with that shimmering blue curtain, he would be able to orb to Wyatt and get some answers. Hurrying past the Elder he was able to dodge the old hands that tried to grab him and ignored the shout coming from the geezer. He reached out to move the curtain aside and was struck with more lighting then he had seen at the last major storm that took out his favorite tree at the park.

Dropping to the ground Chris tried to orb home again but only caused himself to pass out faster.

-tbc