Charmed Again (Part 2/3)

Chapter 32

"Wyatt!" I screamed, my hands covering my mouth in shock.

I snapped my head back around to Mordered. He raised his fingers again and clicked them. Suddenly, in Melinda's cage, Wyatt was hanging by ropes, one tied around each wrist so he made a star shape.

Warm tears fell down my cheek in anger.

"Doesn't feel good does it? Having the person you care about most ripped away from you by someone else." Mordered said with a scowl.

"Let them go." I said crying.

"Now why would I do that? You made my life a living hell. I was almost beheaded because of you!" He shouted at me.

"That wasn't me that was Guinevere!" I cried.

"I'll take what I can get." Mordered said with tears in his eyes.

I looked back and forth between Wyatt and Chris. I replayed each and ever memory I had had with them.

"What do you want from me?" I asked in a small, wimpy voice.

Mordered stared at me, a tear rolling down his face.

"I want an apology."

An apology? For what?

"Why should I apologise to you for what some doppelgänger bitch done to you hundreds of years ago?" I asked the tears going away.

"I just need to hear you say it. I need to hear her say it." Mordered sounded pathetic and useless.

"No." I bit back.

Mordered stopped crying and his face turned from pathetic to dangerous within seconds. He then headed back to the steps and stood between Wyatt and Chris.

"Okay then. Choose Anna. Who will it be? Who do you choose as you're one true love. If it helps I'm rooting for the dark haired one." Mordered announced.

Chris kept his head down like he already knew the outcome.

After what I've seen tonight I don't think I could ever see that look of pain and horror on Wyatt's face. Ever. Not after what I saw Guinevere do to him.

But I fell in love with Chris all by myself. With nobody's help. Not destiny's or any elders. If I wasn't meant to fall in love with Chris, then why did I?

He may not be understanding or open minded or a positive thinker but there's an electricity between us that I don't feel with Wyatt. It's an excitement. A passion.

As I rambling through my brain and my feelings, Pandora had began to wake up.

"Come on Anna! Hurry up, I want to know who you choose!" Mordered shouted like an impatient child.

Melinda gazed at me with her true and honest eyes and I knew what to do. I suddenly felt a click inside my brain and everything became clear. No mess. No rambling. Just clear.

"Look if you don't choose then I think I'm going to put myself as an option just to hurry you up. What do you say Anna? Would you choose me? Or would you prefer that I look like this?" Mordered toyed with me.

His face began to form differently and then within seconds, another Wyatt was standing in front of me. He looked like Wyatt only he had Mordered's sinister look in his eyes. He slowly crept towards me.

"Come on Anna. You know who you want to choose. You just won't admit it because you're afraid of what everyone else will think. Like you're feelings for Chris." Mordered taunted.

His face then morphed into Chris's. I stepped back. The closer he came the more I wanted to run away.

"Okay I'll make it easier for you because I'm a generous person. Whoever you don't choose, I'll kill them so you won't have to worry about brothers torn apart and all that jazz." Mordered said but his voice was Chris's.

Wyatt...Wyatt can you hear me..?...

"And what if I don't choose? What happens then? What if I choose someone else?" I stalled.

Anna...what are you planning.?...

Wyatt's voice sounded weak in my head.

"Like who? Don't tell me you have a third boyfriend hidden somewhere?" Mordered Chris asked.

"What if I chose to stay with you?..and make up for what I did to you all those years ago?" I carefully told him, playing out my plan.

"What would I want with you?" He asked with a distgusted look on his face.

"Well you could get you're apology first. And then I'd do whatever you want.." I said walking back towards him.

When I reached him and played with his garments and twirled my fingers in his hair just like Guinevere did..

"I could make it up to you..and be with you for the rest of my life..." I teased him.

Chris's eyes suddenly had that pathetic look to them that Mordered had. He stared down at me, seeing the Guinevere that he once loved.

"I mean a lifetime of misery making it up to you would be far more satisfying than just killing two boys..don't you think?" I smirked.

I pulled him towards me and then kissed him.

At least he was looking like Chris..

I felt Mordered give in and he grabbed my shoulders, kissing me back.

Wyatt..NOW!...

"Exhalibre!" Wyatt shouted.

The sword appeared in his hand and glistened in the light. Mordered suddenly broke off and whirled around. He clenched his hand and blood spewed from Wyatt's mouth.

I saw Chris flick his hand and exhalibre flew across the hall and into my grasp.

"Did you really think that you could fool me again Arthur?!" Mordered boomed with rage.

"No." I said. "But I knew I could."

As Mordered turned around to look at me I charged at him with the exhalibre in my hand.

I plunged it through him, going right down to the handle. His eyes had the same look as when he found Guinevere with Lancelot all those years before.

"This was for Rowan. Now rot in hell." I spat.

I yanked the sword out of him and he fell to the floor. Then before he lost his life, his skin hardened and began to crack. He then shattered into millions of pieces.

I surged power through my body and my hand lit up blue with sparks. With a tap of my finger I sparked the hard pieces of his grey soul. They then lit up into flames. I watched as I saw the last of him burn.

Once he had burned and there was nothing but ash left I walked up to the marble steps. I looked back and forth between both Wyatt and Chris.

"I've made my decision. And I need you both to respect it and to respect each other." I told them looking down at the floor.

I went over to Chris's cage and unlocked the bolt. I quickly untied the rope and took out the cloth in his mouth. He weakly fell into me. I supported him up.

"You choose me?" He asked with a smile.

"I choose you."