Charmed: Chris and the Future

Chapter 2

Chris couldn’t sleep that night, he just kept seeing those bright hazel eyes staring up at him and that bird-like birthmark. Chris couldn’t shake off the fact that he had seen that mark before. Then he realised where do you go for problems of the magical variety and can’t find the answers you need? The Book of Shadows. Chris orbed and appeared in his childhood home attic. He saw the Book of Shadows where it always was. He walked over to the stand where the Book is. The Book that holds all knowledge of magic provided by the Halliwell ancestors. He opens the Book and starts looking. He heard a click and he immediately looked up and saw his mother rubbing her eyes. “Chris, honey, what are you doing up this late? And what’s with the book? Demons? Warlocks?” Chris smiles slightly at his mother’s worrying. “That is a lot of questions for 3am.” His mother smiles at her middle child. “I had trouble sleeping and I am dealing with a personal magical issue.” Chris replies. Piper opens her mouth to ask but Chris quickly interjects. “Which I don’t want to talk about!” He says quickly. Piper puts her hands up in a surrender, says goodnight to her son and then leaves. Closing the attic door behind her. Chris glancing back down at the Book of Shadows and he turns the page a few more times and he sees it. The birthmark. He quickly reads the entry. ‘Phoenix’ His eyes glide across the page while reading the entry by the end of his reading. He looks at the birthmark again, then closes the Book of Shadows. ‘So this is what she has been hiding from me.’ He shuts the book, then orbs home, to his bed.

Chris woke up in a daze. He had a shower and was changed in 20 minutes. He stepped outside his bedroom and headed towards the kitchen and made himself some pancakes, bacon and eggs. He smiled when he remembered his mother teaching him how to cook. His brother and sister did try but their ‘food’ proved inedible. He chuckled. “What’s so funny?” He turned when he heard a familiar voice. A voice filled with love and compassion and one he had grown accustomed too. Wyatt. His blonde haired, blue eyed older brother stares at him, with a sly smile across his face. Chris smiled back at him. “Morning.” Chris replied. “I was just remembering when mum tried to teach you and Mel to cook.” Wyatt chuckled. “Yeah. It wasn’t that bad was it?” Wyatt questioned. Chris gave a fake smile, with his teeth gritted. Wyatt rolled his eyes. Chris smelled the air, and declared that his breakfast was ready. He turned back around and served up his breakfast, on the breakfast bar, where Wyatt was sitting. Chris turned back around to get a glass and grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and filled it up. When he glanced back at Wyatt he was munching away at his crispy bacon. Chris rolled his eyes. “Yeah. It’s not like I was gonna eat that.” Chris muttered to himself, when he put orange juice back. Wyatt smiled. “Lighten up! It was one bit.” Chris sat down next to his brother at the breakfast bar. Pulled the plate away from Wyatt and towards himself. And he tucked into his breakfast. Chris ignored his brother’s comment. “So Wy, what are you doing here? I thought you were gonna be helping mum at the restaurant by now, for that wedding reception she is hosting.” Wyatt rolled his eyes (yet again). “Mum is so stressed out about this. She is very irritable at the moment, so I am delaying seeing her. I will just blame my lateness on you, little brother.” Wyatt said, as he ruffled his hair. Chris playfully shoved him. “What about you, Chris?” Wyatt asked him. “Well, I have also been roped into helping mum at the restaurant, but not until 2pm. So I have time to prepare for my interview for tomorrow.” He replies, while finishing his breakfast and skipping out a few details. “Oh yeah. Where have you got the interview?” “The San Francisco Chronicle. I am so nervous. I really want this job.” I sigh in frustration. “Hey.” Wyatt coos. He rubs Chris’ shoulder. “You’ll be great. You have been preparing for this for weeks. And you have good experience, you were the editor of the newspaper in both college and high school. They won’t find a better person.” He gives Chris a comforting smile. “Thanks Wy.” Chris smiles back. Chris jumps off the stool and picks up the plate and cutlery and puts in the dishwasher. And then switches it on, and the quiet hum of the dishwasher whirls into life. A ringtone echo’s around the apartment and Chris looks around in confusion then Wyatt rolls his eyes. And picks out his phone. He answers the phone. “Hey mum.” Chris smiles in his brother’s obvious annoyance. “Ye-Yes mum. I-I-I…Mum! I will be there is 2 minutes!” He ends the call, then glares at his brother. Chris is chuckling “I’m assuming you’re needed?” Chris says in amusement “You think?!” Wyatt glares. “See ya!” Wyatt orbs away, in a bright swirl of light. Chris winces “It is too early in the morning for him to be doing that so brightly.” He groans to himself.