In Love and War || Chris Halliwell

11

Wyatt Halliwell's eyes went wide as Riley pushed his brother out of the way to accept the attack for herself. She loved him more than he could have ever have anticipated, he realised as he orbed himself out of the room. He had to get away from there; he had to think about this.

Materialising into his chambers, Wyatt flung himself into the chair, trying to decide what to do. The girl still had some time left, if he decided to save her. But was she even worth the risk?

Gesturing towards a holoprojector, Wyatt activated it and a hologram of a young woman appeared on the screen. She was short in stature with long blonde hair and grey eyes that showed wisdom beyond her years. This woman had grown old before her time by her gift of the Sight. Telekinetically activating the play button, Wyatt watched as the woman began to speak.

"When the past meets the future,
a union shall be formed.
Between two lovers, two travellers.
Daughter of a pacifist, of a protector of the Innocent.
Born to an indifferent mother, but raised by a sister three.
Son of the First daughter of sisters three.
Be one of two brothers.
And from this union,
Three children shall be born,
With power that the universe has never known.
But from one of the two brothers of the First daughter,
One shall be evil, the other one good.
If born to the evil brother,
The children shall be the destruction.
If born to the good brother,
They will be the salvation."

The moment that she was finished speaking, the hologram of a young woman vanished into the holoprojector and Wyatt was left staring at where it had been. He had known for awhile now that Riley was the daughter that the prophecy had referred to, had known since he first heard the prophecy. But it wasn't until now that he fully realised that it was Chris that it referred to and not him.

"Are you going to let her die, my lord?" Bianca asked, shimmering into view into the chambers. Her cool dark gaze met his as she dropped to her knees, rising once he gestured at her.

"I'm considering it." Wyatt replied, glancing at her. "I can't really risk her giving birth to the salvation of the magical world, now can I?" Bianca kept her silence, but he could tell she was eager to know what he meant. "The girl is prophesised to be the mother of a trio of witches even more powerful than my mother and aunts." Even more powerful than I am, more or less, he added mentally, but didn't say that aloud. She didn't need to know that. None of his followers did.

"By Chris?" Bianca asked, looking startled.

"The prophecy didn't say precisely, but what was clear was that she would choose one of two brothers, the sons of the First Charmed One, and fall in love with him. Depending on which brother, then the children of this union would either be the salvation or the destruction."

Bianca shook her head at this predicament. "Which is why you ordered me not to eliminate her when you hired me to seduce your brother." she said, understanding. "She could have very well have joined you and had your children instead of his." Her smile turned cruel. "So why not save her, then?" she asked him now. "There's nothing in the prophecy that says that she has to choose which brother's children she bore, now is there?"

Wyatt glanced up at her, something of appreciation in his cold eyes. "Are you suggesting that I hold her here until she submits and bears me the children that the prophecy refers to?"

"Well, she could either submit to you or if she doesn't, then you simply force her." Bianca replied with a mirthless laugh. "After all, if she's here with us, then she can't very well bear Chris's children. With these children, our hold over the world will be complete and the pathetic Resistance destroyed. Once she has lived her use, then we can eliminate the Sinclair girl. And with her gone, then Christopher will lose his reason for living. We'll get rid of two for the price of one."

It was an interesting idea, Wyatt mused as he looked seductively at Bianca. "And then you would fill their place as the children's mother, raising them in our ways?" he inquired.

Bianca only laughed. "Am I not your wife in everything but name, my lord?" she asked captivatingly.

"Almost." Wyatt agreed, getting to his feet. "But you failed me. You allowed Riley and the sisters to follow you and Chris here, for them to come here, to this time. I did not order you to bring them here, nor did I tell you to kill the girl."

"Forgive me, my lord," Bianca said, dropping to her knees. "Once I realised that they were following me, and then I got Chris away from them as fast as I could. As for killing her, it was the only way to get Chris away from there."

Wyatt sighed; she had a point. Riley would have gotten in the way, if only to save Chris. "Very well, but heed my warning, Bianca." Wyatt agreed grudgingly, "I will not be so forgiving the next time that you fail me. Am I clear?"

"Entirely, my lord."

"Good." Wyatt said, getting to his feet. "Get up." Bianca obeyed and he walked towards the projector, placing his hands on it. "The girl isn't dead, not yet. Send our best demons to distract Chris and the sisters when they arrive back at the manor. That's where they'll be going, to get back to the past so my father can heal her." He frowned. "Is there a baby Chris from where they come from?"

Bianca shook her head. "No, he hasn't even been conceived, my lord." she answered.

"Then make sure that they are under strict instructions not to harm Mother. Aunt Phoebe and Aunt Paige I could care less about. In fact, it will only be better if they did die, then I wouldn't have to worry about my cousins. But my mother is not to be harmed, nor is my brother. You go with them and bring the girl here. And be warned, Bianca." he added scathingly. "I will not tolerate any failure this time."

"I understand." Bianca gave a deep bow and shimmered out to retrieve some of his best demons before going to the manor. Wyatt listened to her leave before picking up a glass of liquor, sipping the wine as he thought of the Sinclair girl.

"You won't be able to escape me for long, Riley " he said, smiling cruelly. "Not for long."

Of course, he would have to put her under better protection than he had her father, William. Had she any idea that he had kept her father under lock and key for nearly twenty years, then she probably would have had a different opinion about him all these years.

No matter. He would use every once of power that he had and every spell that he could to make sure that she would never escape from him. When he had her in his grasp, there would be no escape for her. Not even his brother would be able to save her.

It was a shame that Chris cared about her so much. Otherwise, Wyatt would've been perfectly happy to let them ride off into the sunset together. But this girl would be his downfall, if she bore Chris's children. And he couldn't let that happen.

One way or another, he had to make sure that she and Chris—no matter what they were now—never ended up having children. He had to make sure that it was his children and not his brother's that she was the mother of.

And if his demons failed, then he would not only kill them, but he would kill his brother and his girl too. If he couldn't have the girl, then he would make sure that his brother never did.