The Sinner and the Saint

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer- I own nada. Nothing. Nope… absolutely nothing.

Summery- When a chance to escape his family and their constant arrival of magic pops up in the form of Victor, Chris jumps at it and grasps it with all his mite. Wyatt and his sister have their destinies in San Francisco, but what possible destiny could be awaiting Chris is Forks, Washington? Why one that revolves around the Cullen's and our favorite super vampire Edward, of course.

WARNING(S): Slash, language, sexual situations, slight bashing towards some characters (cough Bella cough) and AU (with some others probably thrown in here and there)…disregard to the Twilight series and probably to Charmed too.

A: N- So this is my first story… and I am going to start by saying, honestly, do not expect fast updates. In addition, I do have a beta reader (Prince of Synful Shadows) but do not expect the writing to be perfect. I am not a huge fan of Twilight so do not expect every detail to be perfect. I actually do not understand what the fuss is about, and why Twilight is so big. Then again, you're talking to a Harry Potter fan and rumor has it the Twilight and Harry Potter fans don't really like each other. Oh and my knowledge for Twilight is extremely limited where as I have not read past the 2nd book.

Chris and Wyatt are my two favorite characters in Charmed, so yes this is a story the revolves around Chris. Wyatt will be in it, but he is not going to be Mr. Almighty-big-brother. No matter how many people do not Melinda, I seriously do not mind the girl, so yes she will be in the story too. However, she is not going to play a big part in the plot. Piper and Leo however… okay I do not hate them. I quite like them… but it is excessively easy to write them as being bad parents to Chris… I have no idea why but it just is. I mean, honestly Piper paid little to no attention to baby Chris in the last two seasons and Leo was a bad father in the past future so maybe he'd try to protect Chris too much and become an overprotective parent (which isn't always bad). Phoebe and Paige are not going to play a huge part in the story for the main reason that I do not feel like writing them in. For all you Prue fans, however, her and Andy will be in it. I am not so sure about Bianca though.

For the Twilight characters… Alice and Jasper are my favorite characters out of the series and for the main purpose of, that they are not excessively glamorized. Rosalie is awesome being her bad ass self, her and Chris are going to get a long fine in this story. Emmett is also cool, and I picture him as the big brother type which would be a little like Wyatt. Edward I was not a huge fan of but I can probably get around the whole 'perfect guy' thing and make his character slightly decent in my mind. Bella is a whole other story… to be blunt I hate her. Bella is annoying as hell and I have no problem in saying it. Therefore, she will be in the story… but she will be her annoying 'oh-Edward why'd you leave me? Woe is me!' self. Carlisle is awesome so he will be in it. Esme is cool too so she will become a 'mother' of sorts to Chris where Piper cannot.

Now that I have wasted precious space complaining and explaining to everyone the characters, I shall carry on with the prologue… if I can even write one now. I have just taken up a whole page with this…

Prologue

It was raining when it happened. Another demon attack and I was getting angry. Everything was too much for me to handle. Mom and dad would not let me leave the manor while the rest of the family went hunting for the demon that attacked. I spun the cord of the phone loosely in my hand feeling the familiar feeling of some thing prying into my mind and smiled softly. I should have been used to Wyatt's antics by now. He was one of the only people in the family that still noticed me. I was glad for what I had done to save him. He was good now, and even when he was not he never purposely hurt me.

I knew that I was taking advantage of the situation but I did not really care. Grandpa told me to call him whenever I needed him, and that is what I did. Dad knew I did not feel right being stuck in a house with people who were constantly fighting either each other or someone/something else. It hurt when no one came to me for help… anyone but Wyatt that was. They could flaunt their powers… I could not.
I had told very little people what I was planning. Wyatt, dad, a few of my closest friends and they all agreed that it was for the best. I swallowed and pressed the speed dial for grandpa's cell. He picked up on the third ring; I took a deep breath and dived into the uncharted waters that was Forks, Washington.

Chapter one

"…The early morning, the city breaks
And I've been calling for years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never sent me no letters
You got some kind of nerve taking all I want…"

-You Found Me- The Fray


The day I left was probably the hardest day of my life. It was no lie when it was said that I was a momma's boy. Mom had been sobbing her eyes out when dad told her that I was planning on leaving. She tried to convince me not to go, but I could not not go. I had to escape the constant nagging that I was not good enough for them. That I was not good enough for the Halliwell legacy. It was hard saying goodbye to Dad but after promising to write every day and call every week we said our goodbyes. Melinda hugged me and said goodbye, quickly going back up to her room.

By far the hardest person to leave was Wyatt. He was my rock, my reason for staying in San Francisco for as long as I had. However, there were too many bad memories surrounding the place I had in one time called a home. I had stayed up all night talking with him and after promising thousands of times to call him everyday, email and text he hugged me once last time not even bothering to hide his tears as I walked onto the terminal for the airplane to Washington. The lady gave me a weird look as I handed her my ticket noticing that I was all by myself. Contrary to popular belief I was seventeen, no need for that look. I smiled slightly at her before climbing onto the plane and glancing over my shoulder, waving goodbye to my brother, the only one who was brave enough to come see me off. I smiled and ignored the prickling at the tip of my eyes before taking my seat, and plugging my ears with my headphones. It was going to be a long ride.

Victor Bennet was the most excited he had been in a long time. When Chris had called and asked him if he still had that spare room, he could not help but feel like an excited child. When he found out why, however, he wanted to tear his daughters head off her shoulders and shake her firmly out of her clueless behavior. Not good enough? Chris was damned well good enough for any magical family. In Victor's eyes, Chris was as, if not better, then Wyatt when it came to magic. He saved their whole family; he died to protect his brother.
Chris would not have to worry about any of that here. He was sure of it. He would make sure that Chris was treated like any other person, magical or not. He was his grandson and damn it he was going to take care of him as if he was his son.

I still was not sure if I would like it here in Forks, but I knew I needed to try it. I flipped open my cell phone, still no reception. I smiled fondly as I went through the pictures, causing the prickling sensation to appear again. I did not push it away this time as I found one of my brother and me. I laughed; it had been my last birthday when that was taken. Wyatt had just shown up at the house after slipping outside in the pouring rain, he had dragged me out with him when I laughed at him. He pushed me into a mud pile. Dad had taken the picture at the perfect time; I was pulling Wyatt down beside me, Wyatt in mid fall. I smiled sadly, as I flipped to the video plugging my headphones into the whole in my phone. My friends had made me a goodbye video that I had refused to watch fearing that I would cry. Our last group picture flashed on the screen and I had to stop it from playing any more, leaning my elbows on my knees and my head falling into my hands.

"It's hard isn't it?" I glanced to my right where some girl sat beside me. Who the hell was she?
"Yeah." I muttered hoping she would just go away. Right… she was stuck sitting near me. She had smiled at me when she sat down having tear streaks down her face. She did not look like she had been crying now. I flipped my phone closed with a sigh. I could not watch it now. It was too hard.
"So… where are you from?" She asked again, with a little bit more confidence.
I barely spared her a look. "San Francisco." Honestly… isn't that where the flight was from? How more stupid can you get?
"Mmm… Where are you going?" She asked again, twirling her thumbs together. I suppressed the urge to sigh.

"Washington." I muttered staring at my phone, what I would not give for a random text message right now so that I could have a plausible reason for ignoring the girl.
She smiled. "Me too!" I almost rolled my eyes. The flight was San Francisco to Washington… it said so right on the ticket.
"Great." I answered with a smile of my own, sarcasm dripping in my voice. Who ever said I was not good at acting, I was damn well good at it. I spent a past life lying in order to live; I should be used to it by now. She obviously did not notice the sarcasm.
"What part of Washington are you going to?" Maybe I won't be the only new person there. I heard her thoughts echo.
I swallowed. "Forks." I forced out. It sounded nicer then I expected.

Thank God. Did that mean what I think it means? "Oh my God! Me too!" Fuck, I thought. I could almost hear the fan girly shriek behind those words.
"Great." I said sarcastically. Of course, it was Forks; the fates truly do hate me.

"Victor?" A hesitant voice said to the old man's right.
"Chief Swan?" He asked coming face to face with Forks' lead police officer. His mustache shook with laughter. Victor smiled at the younger man.
He mused his dark brown hair with his hand. "Your boy coming today?" He asked.
Victor smiled at the mention of Chris. "You bet. And I'm guessing Bella's coming today too?" Chief Swan looked nervous.
"Yeah. Problem is… I have no idea how to take care of a kid."
"Me neither." Victor said. "I didn't raise my girls."
"Flight 203 has arrived." A nice woman said to the two of them watching as they checked their watches.
"They're early." Chief Swan observed. Victor nodded and thanked the woman who he had asked to tell him the moment the plane landed.

Finally. I thought nodding to something that the girl had said. What was her name…? Bella?

"And then I told mom that it would be fine if I came to live with dad here in Forks and that I'd write her everyday and here I am." Her brown eyes sparkled whenever she talked about her mother. Another mental note made.

I stood up when the flight attendant told us to and reached up for my carry on bag, removing it out of the alcove and stuffing my phone in my pocket. Sadly, Bella was walking behind me. Seriously, what did I do to piss the fates off so much? I thought the leprechauns liked our family. Now where would he be? I asked myself as I picked up the rest of my bags and ignored the look Bella sent me when I left her to fend for herself.

I bit my lip in thought; I hadn't seen grandpa in over a year… where could he-? "Chris?" A voice broke through my searching. My gaze fell to a man with gray hair and light blue eyes. He was wearing brown dress pants and a white polo shirt. Grandpa. A recognition. A smile slowly formed on my face as I threw my arms around the older man. No more magic. No more hiding. No more anything.

We left soon after that, grandpa saying goodbye to some guy with a bushy mustache. Grandpa's car was the same one that I had remembered from the last time Wyatt and I visited. A dark blue Neon, I loved the car. The town I did not remember at all. It was, of course, raining, that much was to be expected. It looked like a town out of a storybook, so tiny and old looking. I smiled as I looked out the window at the people running out of the street and into the shops, trying to avoid the rain.

"Here we are kiddo." Grandpa said as we pulled up to a small town house. It was not as big as I was used to, but it looked cozy enough.

"It's wonderful, Gramps." I said when we sat in silence for a minute. Grandpa smiled at me, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges. He was happy that I was happy… enough.
"How about we get you set up for now, sit down for dinner and go to bed?" It sounded good enough for me.

The next few days were better, but I had fallen asleep in the middle of a text to Wyatt at 2am. He was probably at work by now. I threw back the covers on my new bed and observed the room. It was a light green and had a wonderful view of the woods. I had a few pictures littering the walls of my friends, family, bands, and movies that I liked. I had a picture that I had drawn up on the wall. It was a picture of a picture; Melinda was kneeling in front of Wyatt and I while mom and dad were standing behind the three of us. I had worked three months straight on the picture, refusing to leave out any detail. My laptop was plugged into the wall, surrounded by movies and a countless amount of CD's. My bookcase was in the opposite corner. It took up nearly half the room. I was too lazy yesterday to get everything in order. Guess that was for today.

I climbed out of the room and grabbed my clothes, which I had picked out yesterday for today and my brush, running into the bathroom for a hot shower. Grandpa was probably up by now, anyway. When I was done with my shower and was tying my shoelace, I heard my grandfather's booming laugh float up the stairs. I shook my hair out of my eyes and left the bathroom slightly confused. I threw my brush in the room and closed the door almost silently. I slowly descended the stairs sending my grandfather and the man standing before him a confused look. The man was, as weird as it is to describe a man as this, beautiful. He was stunning, he had porcelain skin and white-blonde hair, but not the kind that certain old people would get, more like the kind that someone who wasn't an elder would get after staying in Elderville too long. They were wearing a type of dress shirt, a light blue color.

"Chris, you're up." Grandpa observed. I smiled cautiously, eyeing the man with a type of miss trust.

"Morning, Grandpa." I replied lightly, refusing to turn my gaze back onto the strangely beautiful man. I was being stared at… I should be used to that. "Do you want some breakfast?" I asked calmly rubbing the back of my wrist, a sign I was nervous and trying to keep my magic under control. I think the man noticed.
Grandpa smiled at me. "You don't have to kiddo. I already ate. But Dr. Cullen here-."
The 'doctor' turned his gaze back to my grandfather. "My wife and I have already eaten, but thank you for offering." He smiled at me. "So this is the famous grandson? It was mentioned that he was coming to stay with you." I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.

"With a town as small as Forks I think everyone knows by now." Grandpa laughed. My thought exactly.
The doctor smiled at me once more. Oh god, his teeth were perfect. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Chris, and a real pleasure to see you again Victor. Thank you for the information." He waved at us before leaving the house. I silently watched him as he climbed into a red car that looked expensive enough… but I'm not the car person… that's what Wyatt's for.

Grandpa closed the door after him and looked at me. "You're up early." He observed. I smiled at the older man before walking into the kitchen to prepare myself breakfast.
"I couldn't sleep." I was too busy talking to Wyatt and Mel.
"Is everything okay?" He asked taking a seat at the kitchen table. I turned away from the counter fixing my green-eyed gaze on him.
"I've never felt so free in my life." And it was true. Here I didn't have to worry about demons or if everyone- wait… still had to worry about that one.

Grandpa smiled, my answer seemed good enough for him. Giving up on making breakfast, I sat down across from him as he read the paper, running my finger along the rim of my glass of juice.

Grandpa cleared his throat. "I've enrolled you in the high school here." He said, I glanced up at him as he folded the paper and laid it carefully next to him. "I hope that isn't a problem."
"No, no problem." My heart wrenched at the thought of school. With school came friends. Grandpa reached across the table and gripped my arm.
"They're not going to replace anyone." He squeezed my arm in comfort as I smiled at him sadly. He swallowed. "I'm not used to…" He waved his hand at me and around the house. "… this."
"I know." I said with a small smile.
"I'm not going to be able to read you as well as your mother or father. You're going to have to talk to me."

I smiled glancing up at him through my dark lashes. "Don't worry Gramps. It is just going to take some getting used to. But I like it here." Grandpa let go of my arm as I stood up to go to the refrigerator and opened up the paper again. I took out an apple and looked out the window. An old beat up looking truck was pulling up to our neighbors drive way. Our neighbor exited his house, followed by the annoying girl from the plane. Fuck… the fates seriously hate me. Honestly, what did I do to deserve this? She smiled when she saw the truck and hugged her father when he told her it was hers. Two people exited the truck. They looked Native American, one of them had long brown hair (well they both did really) and they all looked chummy enough.

The annoying girl (what was her name again?) and the guy who looked close to my age climbed into the car while the two older men talked. "That's Billy and his kid Jacob." Grandpa said from behind me causing me to jump almost 10 ft in the air. I scowled at him when he laughed. "Looks like they got Bella a truck." Oh so that was her name. "Well, more like Jacob probably fixed it for her." He looked at me. "Speaking of cars." He left me hanging as he left the kitchen. I gave the old man a confused look, deducting that I should follow him. I glanced one more time at the four people outside before following my grandfather as he handed me my jacket, stopping me from exiting the house.

"Someone gave me some money, asking me to use it to buy you a good car." I gave Grandpa another confused look. "They're actually the reason why I'm in Forks. Think of it as a birthday present." Another confused look. He opened the door and- Oh. My. God. My brain froze as I took in the car in front of me.
"Fuck- shit…" I breathed out as Grandpa laughed at my expression. "Where did you- when- why-who- My god… this is mine?" I almost squealed with excitement.
"You bet kiddo." I did squeal then. I threw my arms around his neck, knocking him off balance. He didn't fall though and he hugged me back with a smile. While I wasn't a car person I did know that this car was rather expensive. It was a new car clean white and had slightly tinted windows. It was a Honda… I knew that much by the big H on the hood. Or I may have been wrong… since I know nothing about cars.

"Best birthday present ever." I exclaimed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that my birthday was three months ago. Grandpa handed me the keys as I basically ran over to my car. "Oh my god." I whispered amazed to myself when I slid into the driver's seat. The car was perfect… wonderful. The seats were grey leather and the steering wheel black. The radio had a dock for my ipod. I sat back and gazed at the car from the inside. This was awesome. That is when I noticed it. An envelope lay face down on the dashboard. I picked it up with a confused and curious expression. I slid out the card slowly. The cover was blank so I opened it. A pile of money fell into my lap, my eyes widened as I looked at the pieces of paper. That was a lot. I swallowed before looking back at the card. The handwriting looked familiar in a way. But I couldn't place where I had seen it before. Perhaps in my past life…

Chris,
My… I cannot believe you are 17 already. You do not even know me, but I'm sure your mother and aunts have told you plenty. I am sure that we will meet, and I assure you that I will not hurt you. I am what you could call a good friend of the family.
Please, I know this is a lot coming from someone whom you do not even know, but please, accept the money and go buy yourself some new clothes or put it towards college. I have heard you like books, you are like your mother in that sense (A word was crossed out there). Victor will have told you that the car is a birthday present and believe me it is. I have not seen you since your Wiccaning. Anyway, happy birthday Chris.
Love,
A good friend.

I still could not place it. I shook my head. How could this person be a good friend of the family if I have never met them? And the last time they saw me was my Wiccaning? That would be nearly impossible. Mom and the aunts told me stories about them? I looked back down at the pile of money in my lap. Might as well do as was asked and buy some new clothes. Who knew when I would need them?

The next week I had my first day of school. I did not want to go. I texted Heather telling her I was going to be in school. I told her not to text me and that I would text her at lunch. Before turning off my phone, I grabbed my bag, my sketchbook and a random book to read.

"Nervous?" Grandpa asked me as I placed my book bag at the bottom of the stairs. I nodded wordlessly before grabbing a water bottle and an apple. I closed the refrigerator as my nerves went on skyrocket mode. He grinned at me. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll be fine." I attempted a smile back before swinging my bag up off the ground and walking out of the house. Sure, no one would be at the school yet, but who cared. The earlier I got the more time I had to find my classes.

As I climbed into my car I could not help but feel the nerves attack me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It was just a normal day of school, nothing to worry about. I hate meeting new people. Hate it. I always have. I turned on my ipod, which I had connected to the slot for it in the car when I went to buy the new clothes like the note told me to do. The Fray played out of the speakers and I almost immediately calmed down. Music did that to me. I hummed along to the music as I left the driveway. Here I come Forks High School. Look out behind you.

A:N- So what did you think? Yes this is from Chris' POV. By the way, this is just going to be on this account temporarily. Soon it's going to be switched over to my new one, Sins in Snow... but for now it'll stay here. All my other stories are going to be on here still, and will be updated.