Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed.

A/N This story is set in the changed future and disregards everything that happens in seasons 7 & 8. I think that they they were the worst seasons out of the entire series, with nothing being more annoying than the characters of Billie and Christie – I hated them. The Avatars I felt were also weak plot and Zankou could have been a really great nemesis for the girls but the writers dropped the ball with his character. The only details I'll be using from the last season being Coop and Henry as Paige and Phoebe's husbands. Their introductions being the same as they were in show – Coop being sent by the Elders for Phoebe and Paige meeting Henry through one of her charges. I've also changed some of the mythology, concerning certain creatures – for specifics on what I've changed, check out my blog.

HALLIWELL: THE NEXT GENERATION

"The Rise of Avalon"

Chapter One

August 3rd 2027

It was cold. Freezing. The air around him as cold as the iced lake he was standing on, but the brisk air blowing against his face only made his determination stronger. His focus clearer and the grip on the bow in his hand tighter. Sparing a look to the seven people standing along side him, each poised just as he was, with a bow and arrow in their hand, each of them waiting, just as he was, for the enemy to approach. The beating sound of their drums reaching his ears, before the sight of their black banners could reach his eyes.

"Hold, until I give the command." He ordered, as the small army before he and his men started to approach.

Their steps hesitant as they took their first steps onto the lake, their ranks spreading out into lines. And a lonely arrow dropping to the ground more than ten meters from his feet, as one of their archers attempted to strike first.

He smiled just a little. "I believe they're waiting for an invitation. Bors. Tristan." He gave the order.

"They're far out of range." The warrior to your right responded.

Her long dark hair blowing around her face, as she turned to catch his eye.

He didn't comment, just nodded, waiting as his men followed his order. Releasing into the surprised chest of his enemy, six arrows. This got them moving. Their heavy steps over the fragile ice, being hesitant, careful, slow. Their ranks spread out to even the weight.

He raised his bow. As did his men, but didn't yet fire.

"Aim for the wings of the ranks. Make them cluster." He ordered, listening to the sound of the ice beneath his feet as it groaned under the heavy weight of his enemy.

He fired. His men following. The men of the outside ranks that didn't fall, pushing themselves back into the rest of the pack and he could hear as he fired his second arrow, the sound of cracks being made in the ice.

He fired again.

But the men kept coming, holding their ranks and the ice remaining in tact beneath their feet. He layed down his bow.

"It's not going to break." His told his men, picking up his sword. "Fall back. Fall back and prepare for combat." They followed his order.

Each trading their bow for their weapon of choice. Waiting. Watching as the enemy got closer step by step, until one of his men dropped his sword, picking up an axe and running forward further onto the ice.

"Dag!" He hears the one he called Bors earlier call out.

"Cover him!" He orders, his men once again taking up their bows as one of his men drives the heavy axe into the ice.

The archers of the enemy being their target. Neither he nor his men, stopping their arrows as long as one of their own was under attack.

The loud cracking sound of the ice breaking, being followed by the sight of one of your men dropping to his knees as an arrow pierces him.

"Dag!" Bors cries out, as you then drop your bow, rushing forward to help your wounded man.

Your man who had just taken another arrow, just as the ice beneath the enemies feet breaks fully, plunging more than half of them into the ice-cold water. The rest quickly retreating.

He then sees his own man fall into the water, just as he reaches him, his hands instantly diving in after him to pull him out.

"Dag!" Bors cries out again and he can hear his quick steps as he rushes to help.

The ice beneath them breaking more with every second that passed.

"Pull back!" He hears another of his men cry.

Bors helping him to pull his wounded man, his brother, away from the breaking ice. Arrows from both sides still flying over head. More of his men then coming to help, as more of the enemy began to fall into the water.

"Dagonet! Dagonet stay with me." He heard Bors plead. "Stay with me."

That was when Chris woke up. Being startled out of his dream by the soft touch of someone running their hand through his hair.

"Hey, it's okay." A soft voice that he would recognize anywhere spoke.

It was Bianca's voice.

His eyes opening to her beautiful face, her dark hair hanging loosely over her shoulders and her hazel eyes worried.

"Was it the same dream again?" Bianca asked him.

Chris shook his head. "Different this time. I was still fighting, just this time it was over a frozen lake." He blinked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "I take it I was moaning again?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

He had been having these dreams, dreams that he couldn't explain and dreams that appeared to be from an ancient time, for the last three weeks and every night it was the same. Bianca having taken to waking him up most nights, due to his restless turning and sometime painful moans.

It was why he had laid down, after getting home from work, wanting to rest his eyes for a moment. He was exhausted.

"Only a little." She told him. "And I didn't want to wake you, but Prue's birthday dinner will be starting in less than two hours and you still need to have a shower."

Chris smiled suggestively at her. "Mmm, care to join me?" He asked, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her into his lap.

Bianca laughed, kissing him deeply for a moment before pulling away. "I would love to. But baby, we both know what will happen if I do and your family is already getting suspicious." He sighed, hating that she was right.

His family having no idea that he had been involved with Bianca, a Phoenix witch, for the last two years. Bianca who he had met, when she was hired to kill him – but she didn't. Couldn't. The two having then danced around each other for months, both being intrigued and inexplicably drawn to the other, as they fought. Until finally Chris had kissed her, taking her completely by surprise and showing her that there was another life out there, outside of being a paid killer for hire.

Her decision to stop taking targets after that, causing her family to disown her. The Phoenix coven having no use for an assassin who refused to kill, the punishment for what they saw as a betrayal by Bianca, being death – they had attempted to kill her. A move that had proved costly for them, as Bianca had always been the strongest due to her hybrid heritage. She wasn't just a phoenix – she was also a succubus. Her father having been an incubus, his parentage providing her with more power than that of the rest of her coven. Power that had made her a most lethal assassin and power that had helped convince the rest of her coven to leave her and Chris alone.

It was a request that had, so far, been listened to.

The severe reaction of Bianca's family, being what prompted them to keep their relationship a secret. Chris knowing that his own families reaction to his dating a hybrid Phoenix witch, would not be well received.

Especially by his mother.

It only taking him twenty minutes to shower and dress in pair of black jeans and dark purple button down. His mother would not be pleased if he showed up looking unkempt. Walking out into the kitchen and living room area of Bianca's run down warehouse apartment. The building had been abandoned when Bianca had first moved in and even after earning enough money to move some place new, she was still here. She loved her place and so did Chris. It was unique. Bianca now having bought the entire building with the commission from her artwork. The freedom the large space provided being enjoyed by the both of them.

Even though as far as his family knew he was sharing an apartment with Wyatt. They didn't know that most nights, once Wyatt was asleep, he would orb himself here.

"Well don't you clean up nicely." Bianca smirked, her eyes darkening ever so slightly. "Prue's present is wrapped and over there." She gestured to the large canvas, wrapped neatly in generic brown paper.

Chris smiled at her, before walking around and taking her into his arms. "Thanks, Bi." He kissed her. "She'll love it." Chris was giving his cousin one of Bianca's paintings.

An original piece that Prue would absolutely love – he knew that she was a big fan of Bianca's work, and one that Bianca had designed specifically with his cousin in mind.

"You know I don't mind." Bianca smiled back at him.

"Still, thank you." He kissed her again.

This kiss slightly deeper than the one before. Bianca moaning softly into his mouth, before pushing him away and glaring at him.

"Get going. Now. Before I decide to keep you here." She said, earning a laugh from Chris as he placed his hand on Prue's wrapped gift and orbed away.

.HTNG.

"Dude, there you are." Wyatt exclaimed, as Chris orbed into their apartment. "Where the hell have you been?" He asked his brother.

"Picking up Prue's present." Chris answered, gesturing to the large wrapped gift by his side.

Wyatt looked at it curiously.

"And no before you ask, I'm not telling you what it is. Nor is this from the both of us." Chris picked up his keys. His mother would not be happy if he and Wyatt orbed to the restaurant. "So I hope for your sake, you actually remembered this year to get Prue a gift." Chris smirked at his older brother.

Thinking back to last year when Wyatt had forgotten Prue's birthday entirely, having been too caught up with one of his girlfriends to remember what day it was. Prue then taking great pleasure in tormenting her older cousin. Particularly when he was with his girlfriends. Something that was made easier with Prue being an empath.

Wyatt shuddered, as he too remembered, how Prue had gotten back at him for forgetting her birthday. It was not something that he wanted to experience again.

"I remembered." Wyatt said, retrieving his own gift. A small neatly wrapped box. "See."

"Well done, Wy." Chris said with a roll of his eyes. "Mum will be proud and Prue will be sure to spare you her brand of vengeance." His brother scowled at him. "Now let's get going before we're late."

They both left. Chris driving him and Wyatt to Nexus – their mother's restaurant. Piper having finally achieved her dream of opening her own restaurant a few years back. Once the boys had moved out of the manor, with Wyatt taking over as owner and manager of P3. Allowing Piper the chance to devote herself entirely to the restaurant she had dreamed about owning since she was a little girl.

The two making their way, once they had arrived, to the private room in the back where the rest of the family was waiting.

"Well it's about time, you two showed." Melinda, Wyatt and Chris's little sister greeted them as they entered.

It appeared that they were the last to arrive.

"Sorry, my fault." Chris spoke, hugging his sister and his mother, before heading over to the birthday girl. "I had something important to pick up." Prue grinned at her cousin, eagerly taking the large present from his hand.

She loved her birthday. The brown paper falling to the floor, along with Prue's mouth when she saw what was inside. The beautiful and unknown to Prue – the piece had been painted specifically with her in mind, leaving her speechless.

It taking her a few moments to notice the well known signature, signed on the bottom of the canvas.

"But how..." Were the only words she could speak.

Chris gently laughed. "You're welcome." Before taking his seat.

"What is it sweetheart?" Phoebe asked her eldest daughter, who was still staring in amazement at the large canvas in front of her.

"It's a Blackwell original." Prue whispered with reverence, not believing what she was holding in her hands. "Where?... How did you get this?" She asked her cousin.

Chris just smirked. "A friend of a friend knows the artist." He lied, his family not needing to know that the artist was in fact his girlfriend. "Why, do you not like it?" Chris cheekily asked.

He knew his cousin loved it. He could feel her excitement and awe as if it was his own.

"I love it." Prue immediately said, her fingertips touching the canvas as if it was made of glass.

The sound of someone being hit, then breaking the moment.

"Hey, what was that for?" Chris asked his brother who had just hit him upside the head.

"For upstaging the rest of us." Wyatt told him, before handing over his own present.

"Remembered this year, did we cousin?" Prue smirked, her smile a little devilish, as she took the present from his hands.

"Yes, I did." Wyatt said, handing over his own small present. "Although I don't know why I bothered, what with Michelangelo over here." He gestured with his head to his brother, who simply rolled his eyes.

"No need to be jealous, Wy."

"Jealous, I'm not-" Wy started protesting but was stopped by Piper who interrupted him.

"Boys, enough!" She told them sternly, as Prue unwrapped Wyatt's gift to reveal a silver chain, with a diamond pendant in the shape of a letter P.

"It's beautiful." Prue smiled. "Thanks Wy." She stood and hugged her cousin.

Wyatt grinned proudly. "You are most welcome, little cousin." That earned him a slap to the back of his own head. "Ow."

Chris laughed at the look on his brother's face, before he was distracted when he heard a soft music begin to play. The notes feeling as if they were calling to him and as if he had heard them somewhere before, but he just couldn't remember where. His mind letting itself get lost in the music, the sight of his family fading away to what appeared to be a large throne room.

It was beautiful.

The ceiling appearing as if it stretched to the heavens, being held up by long black stone columns, that were decorated in delicate and intricate carving. A long red carpet covering a path along the same black stone floor, from the large open wooden doors to the base of a small set of stairs that lead up to a raised platform, housing two large thrones. The black wood the thrones were cut from, being just as intricately detailed, as the columns. The tall glass windows spaced throughout the room, filling the ancient and majestic room with a brilliant bright light.

The sight made Chris feel strangely at home.

His eyes taking in every inch that he could see, until he heard someone calling his name. His eyes blinking in shock as the grand room he had just seen faded away and he found himself once more surrounded by his family.

"Chris... Chris?" It was his father, trying to get his attention.

"Huh, what?" Was all Chris could say, as he tried to understand what had just happened, what he had just seen.

Finding that every pair of eyes in the room were now trained on him.

"Spacing out, bro – never a good sign." Wyatt laughed as Chris shook his head to clear it.

"Sorry." He apologized.

He didn't understand what had just happened, what he had just seen, or how he had seen it. The vision or whatever it was making him feel like he was dreaming.

His mother's eyes appraising him curiously, just as the cake was brought out.

"Chris honey, are you sure you're okay?" His mother asked, having noticed how quiet her son had been throughout dinner, and how he had barely touched his food.

He seems distracted, Piper thought to herself.

"I'm fine, mum. Just a bit tired." Chris smiled reassuringly at his mother, making sure to take an extra big slice of cake.

The conversation then drifting to Prue's plans after dinner.

"Do you know where you are meeting Mikaela, Ladybug?" Coop asked his daughter.

Prue nodded. "The Orchid Lounge and then from there, we'll play it by air." She said excited.

She couldn't wait to go clubbing. Her and Mikaela having been planning this night for the last few months. The two of them desperate to check out the new underground club that had opened a few months back 'Sinners'. It was a club that was all the rage at the moment and a club that Prue knew her parents wouldn't approve of.

It was why she had worked so hard to talk her cousins out of coming with her as she knew, that they too, wouldn't approve of the club. Wyatt being harder to sway then Chris, who lately, appeared to be spending more and more time on his own. Something that had every member of the Halliwell clan, not just his parents, worried. His spacing out earlier, not helping matters. Neither did Chris's ability to shield his emotions as it made him a blank canvas to both herself and her mother. The two empaths having no more of an idea as to what was up with Chris, than the rest of them.

Something that was beginning to drive Wyatt crazy.

"The Orchid Lounge." Wyatt repeated with an indulgent grin on his face. "Man that place always has the hottest girls, maybe I should tag along..."

"Don't even think about it, Wyatt." Prue glared at him. There was no way that Wyatt – Mr Overprotective, was going to be ruining her night. "You are not coming."

"Why not, it's a big club. You won't even notice me." He smiled at his cousin.

"Right, like the blond headed pig, with his tongue stuck down some tramps throat is going to be hard to miss." Prue rolled her eyes.

Chris and Henry Jr. then laughing at the truth in their cousin's words. Wyatt was a player.

"She's got you there, bro." Wyatt glared at his brother.

"At least I can get a girl. When was the last time you got any?" Wyatt shot back.

Chris hid his smile. With Bianca being half succubus, Chris's sex life was well and truly active. More so than the average male his age. Or any age. Something that would make his brother truly jealous if he knew and something that he had no plans to share.

"Okay ew..." Melinda cringed. "I really do not need to be hearing about my brother's sex life. Ew."

"I second that." Peyton, Phoebe's youngest daughter said, raising her hand in agreement.

"Thirded." The twins said in unison, both raising there own hands.

"Boys." Leo cautioned his sons.

"Oh I don't know, around the same time that you brought that little bleached blonde, Tammy home." Wyatt then froze, his eyes going wide. "You remember her, don't you, Wyatt?" Wyatt was shaking his head frantically, his eyes pleading with his brother to stop. "The one who had you calling Dr. Jameson and asking for a prescription for-" Chris stopped, his words being halted as a large slice of cake was abruptly flung into his face.

"Wyatt Matthew Halliwell." Piper scolded her eldest, as her middle child proceeded to wipe the cake from his face.

Wyatt gulped. Oh, shit.

"You do not throw your cousins birthday cake at your brother and just what was Chris talking about when he said you had to call Dr. Jameson for a prescription?" Piper asked, waiting.

Wyatt stayed silent.

"Forget to glove it, did we cuz?" Henry Jr. asked, while laughing.

"Again, Ew." Melinda cringed.

"Henry." Paige glared at her son.

"Staying quiet. Got it." Henry Jr. nodded.

"Wyatt." Piper asked again.

"I'm so getting you back for this." Wyatt promised his brother in a whisper.

Chris just smiled. "Sure you will, Wy."

"Wyatt Matthew, you start talking right this second or-"

"Piper." Leo placed a hand on his wife's arm calming her. "Now really isn't the time or place for this discussion." Wyatt started to relax.

"I know I personally could have gone my entire life without ever having to hear it." Melinda threw in.

Piper staring at her son for another moment, before giving in. "Fine."

Wyatt released the breath he was holding.

"But don't think for a second mister, that this conversation is over. I want to know exactly what it was that you needed to see Dr. Jameson for."

Henry Jr. snickered under his breath. "I think we all know why."

"Jr." Henry Sr. reprimanded his son.

"Sorry." He apologized, at the same time that Prue's phone alerted her to a message.

Quickly checking to see that it was from Mikaela.

"Thank God." She said in relief to have an excuse to leave. "That's Kaela, she's waiting for me." Prue stood, hugging her parents.

"Not too late." Phoebe said. "And if you run into any trouble-"

"Call Wyatt or Chris." Prue rolled her eyes, having heard her mother's words of cautions a time too many. "Mum, I'll be fine. You know I can take care of myself." Prue smirked.

"I know." Phoebe smiled.

Phoebe had made sure that all her daughters knew self defense and not just for use against demons.

"And don't worry about your presents, we'll take them with us." Coop told her daughter. "I doubt you have any room in your apartment anyway." He said, knowing that between his daughter and her best friend and the amount of clothes they had between them, that space was limited.

"Thanks dad." Prue hugged her father a second time.

"And don't forget to use protection sis." Parker then teased her older sister who glared at her. "Don't want you following in Wyatt's steps and having to make your own appointment with Dr. Jameson."

Parker's comment causing Wyatt to curse his brother under his breath and Prue to glare at her sister.

"Dead man, Chris." Wyatt vowed.

"So you keep saying, Wy." Chris laughed it off.

Prue wishing her family a final goodbye, thanking her aunt Piper for the delicious meal that she had prepared, before leaving to meet up with Mikaela. Making a quick stop at her and Mikaela's apartment to change, before beaming herself to the secluded dark alley near the Orchid Lounge.

That was one part that she hadn't been lying about. Her and Mikaela having decided to meet out the front of the Orchid Lounge before catching a taxi from there to Sinners.

"So are you ready for your night of Sin?" Mikaela asked, drawing out last word, as Prue made her way over to her.

She was dressed for the evening just as Prue was in clothes that neither of their families would approve of. Or would ever imagine either of them wearing. But that was what tonight was about. Letting go of everything, trying new things and above all else, having fun. Their destination for tonight being chosen after hearing from numerous people about the indescribable night that they had all had, at the new club in town. A club that they promised would give Prue a night she would never forget.

"More than ready for it." The two girls grinned at each other, before hailing a taxi.

The taxi driver's eyes hungrily trailing over them for a moment, before pulling away from the curb. Sinners being located in a more secluded part of San Francisco. The black warehouse front, with bright red neon sign, looking just as ominous as the name of the club suggested. The double, black wooden doors, being guarded by two men that Prue thought looked like extras from a horror movie. The two men eyeing them appraisingly for a moment, before nodding, stamping each of their hands and ushering them through.

The stamp was a small outline of a bat.

Prue and Mikaela making their way past a red velvet curtain, towards the sound of loud music playing. Stepping into what could only be described as a den of debauchery. With bodies on bodies as they danced, static lights in different colors pulsing around the room in time to the music. With a bar being set up, right before them as they entered, the dance floor being beneath them. As well as a stage where a DJ booth was set up and acrobatic artists hanging from the ceiling.

It was certainly living up to the hype.

"This place is amazing!" Mikaela gushed. "I'm getting a drink, you want one?" Prue nodded, too caught up in the atmosphere around her to speak.

The heavy emotions of everyone around her, hitting her harder than ever before and it was taking her longer than usual to fade them back.

"Here you go." Mikaela said as she came back with a black drink in her hand. "It's called a black orgasm."

"Thanks." Prue took a sip.

It wasn't bad.

"I saw some tables over this way, come on." Mikaela took her hand, leading her over to where there were a couple of booths. "So I heard some people talking, as I was waiting to be served and I heard that this place has some kind of dungeon downstairs."

"Dungeon?" Prue asked, taking another sip.

Mikaela nodded. "Well that's what they call it, but apparently it's just a bunch of rooms where people can go for a more... private affair." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "I hear they even have viewing rooms, for people who like to watch." She continued.

"Gross, Kaela." Prue shook her head, finishing off her drink just as a waitress came over, carrying two more.

"These are from the two gentleman over there." The waitress placed the two drinks on the table, before gesturing to two men, sitting in a booth of their own.

Both appearing to be in their mid-twenties, one dark haired, one blond, and both dressed like every other patron in the club – in dark, seductive clothing.

"Tell them thank you for the gesture, but we can't accept these." Prue told the waitress.

Growing up with an aunt who owns her own club, had taught Prue the dangers of accepting drinks from people she didn't know. Particularly men. The two drinks then being taken away, much to Mikaela's disappointment, although she understood where Prue was coming from. The two girls then standing up to dance. Making their way down to the dance floor where they allowed themselves to get lost in the music.

The night continuing on, with the two friends alternating between dancing and drinking, each getting lost in the atmosphere of the club and each catching the eyes of more than one interested party. Neither Prue or Mikaela going any further than dancing with each of the guys brave enough to approach them. Including the two guys who had earlier bought them a drink and were currently sharing their booth.

Noah and Stefan.

Mikaela not being able to drag her eyes away from the blond haired, Noah. She had always had a thing for blonds. While Prue was completely captivated by the dark haired Stefan.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him.

"How about we get out of here?" Stefan whispered seductively to Prue, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Okay." Prue nodded breathlessly, trance-like.

Standing up and then following Stefan as he and Noah, led Mikaela and herself out of the club and to the dark alley across the street. That was when Prue started to come back to her senses. Her eyes taking in the dark and empty alleyway that her and Mikaela were now cornered in. Her empathy picking up on the dark intentions the two men before her held, as well as something she couldn't quite identify. Something she was sure she had never felt before.

"Wait." She started to protest, pushing away slightly from the hold Stefan had on her.

"Shh..." Stefan whispered again. His tone just as seductive as it had been inside the club and his eyes just as mesmerizing, as he softly pushed her backwards. "It's okay. I promise you this won't hurt." Her back hit the wall. "You might even enjoy it." He then grinned, his blue eyes turning black and his mouth opening wide exposing the razor sharp set of fangs that lined his teeth.

That was when Prue finally put a name to the intense, unidentified emotion she had been feeling from him – hunger.

"No!" Prue all but snarled, using all her strength to push him away.

But he barely moved an inch.

"Nice try, sweetheart." Stefan's voice was now menacing. "But you're going to have to do better than that."

Prue gritted her teeth.

"Okay then." She agreed, before sending a powerful psionic blast from her forehead to his, sending him crashing against the other side of the alley.

The sound causing Noah to look up, from where he was feeding against Mikaela's neck. The sides of his mouth dripping with blood. The sight being something that Prue couldn't believe. She had thought that vampires didn't exist anymore. That their kind was exiled into extinction centuries ago by the source.

Apparently he didn't like the competition.

"Witch!" Stefan growled, spitting the word like a curse as he made a move to stand.

"Gold star for you." Prue congratulated him sarcastically, sending a roundhouse kick to his face to keep him down, the heels of her shoe deeply cutting his face.

Before turning her attention back to where Noah was still holding Mikaela.

"Let her go." Prue said fiercely as she approached him.

Noah merely licked his lips. "Now you see I'd love to," he leaned down licking at the wound on her best friends neck. "But she really is just too sweet to throw away."

The sound of a barely audible groan escaping her friends lips as Noah brought his mouth back to her neck, infuriating Prue. But before she could make a move to stop him, she was grabbed from behind.

"I knew you were special." Stefan whispered into her ear from behind. His body trapping her arms. "Turns out I was more right than I could have ever believed." He licked the side of her neck.

"Augh!" Prue gagged in disgust, struggling to break his hold on her. "And here was me thinking that Vampires were all but extinct. Guess I was wrong." She commented, before channeling the immense strength she felt coming from Stefan and grabbing the wrist closest to her, snapping it.

The action causing Stefan to scream in pain, once again catching Noah's attention. Prue using the opening she had created to spin around, taking him by surprise and still using the strength she was channeling from him. Aim a knee shattering kick to his knee, as well as a chest cracking kick to his ribcage that sent him flying backwards. Not wasting anytime then, before advancing on where Noah still held Mikaela, the sight of his friend lying on the ground meters from him, causing him to drop his prey in fear.

Neither he or Stefan had expected witches and definitely not one so strong.

Prue ignoring the sight of Mikaela on the ground, pale and weak, not taking her eyes off her target. There would be time to tend to Mikaela later, right now she had a vampire to take care of.

"So tell me, because my vampire 101 is a little rusty." She easily deflected the pathetic attempt that Noah made to hit her. Sending a strong hit to his jaw and another to his stomach, before grabbing him around his neck and holding him against the brick wall behind him. "But just how do I kill your kind?" She asked, channeling his strength and increasing her grip around his neck. "Stake to the heart perhaps?" She mused, pulling a silver bladed athame, from where she had hidden it on her thigh.

The blade sliding through Noah's chest like butter.

"Huh, guess not." Prue said, as Noah screamed, the blade causing an inhuman amount of pain but not killing him.

The sight of Stefan slowly rising to his feet, out of the corner of her eye, making Prue decide that it was time to leave. Pulling her athame from Noah's chest and letting him drop to the floor.

"I guess we'll just have to finish this some other time." She smiled, quickly making her way over to Mikaela's body, her fingers gratefully finding a pulse, although weak and beaming herself and her friend back to Wyatt and Chris's apartment.

She needed a whitelighter. Someone that she didn't mind waking up and someone that wouldn't ask as many questions, or immediately tell her parents.

"Wyatt!" She screamed as the appeared in a beam of pink light, in her cousin's living room. "Wyatt!" She screamed his name again, as she felt Mikaela's pulse becoming weaker under her fingertips.

Her sleepy and bed-headed cousin, making his way out of his room dazed. Wearing nothing but a pair of sleep pants.

"Prue, what are you screaming about, this had better be important." Wyatt said, walking into the living room and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

That was when he noticed the pale body that Prue was kneeling over.

"I'm guessing that's Mikaela?" He asked stunned. Frozen.

"Yes, now stop standing there like a statue and heal her." Prue snapped, breaking Wyatt out of his sleepy haze.

His feet taking him over to Mikaela and his cousin, his hands being placed over the wound on Mikaela's neck.

"Prue these look like some kind of bite marks, what caused them?" Wyatt asked as his hands glowed, the wound on Mikaela's neck gently closing.

"Not now." Prue shook her head.

"Prue." Wyatt's tone was almost scalding, but when he saw that Mikaela was starting to wake up, he understood.

Now wasn't the time. Prue not having yet shared with Mikaela, about herself being a witch. Wyatt moving away from the waking girl to give her space.

"Agh!" Mikaela groaned, as her eyes slowly opened. "Where am I?" She softly asked.

"On the floor at Wyatt and Chris's." Prue softly explained. "You rolled off the couch." She then lied.

Hopefully Prue would be able to lie about what happened tonight. Mikaela not needing to know at the moment that she was almost a vampire's main course.

"Couch? Wyatt's? What?" Mikaela asked, sitting up, her head dazed. Taking in the sight of the strange apartment around her, as well as the sight of a handsome blond male, sitting not far from her. "Prue?" She asked as she then noticed her best friend, who nodded. "Ah... how did we get here?" She couldn't remember, her memories being fuzzy.

"A cab." Prue answered.

"And we came here why exactly?" She asked, trying to recollect the events of the night, but drawing a blank.

"Wyatt's apartment was closer than ours and you said you weren't feeling well." This caused Mikaela to groan again.

"Too much to drink. Great." She grimaced. "I guess that explains why my head is throbbing." She sat up, Prue helping her onto the couch. "And why I can barely remember anything." Wyatt handed her a glass of water. "Thanks."

He smiled at her, taking in her soft blue eyes. She was beautiful. Making the mental note to ask why Prue had never introduced the two of them. It was also then that he took in what Mikaela and his cousin were wearing, not having noticed earlier when he was healing her.

"What the hell are you two wearing?" He asked, his eyes going a little wide at the sight of the barely there black clothing.

Mikaela self-consciously crossing her arms, in an attempt to cover herself. Prue merely rolling her eyes.

"Clothes, Wyatt."

"They are not clothes." Wyatt disagreed, feeling an emotion he couldn't quite identify when he thought about all the people, all the guys, that had seen Mikaela dressed as she was tonight.

His protectiveness over Prue, being easily explained as she was his cousin.

"Okay then, dad." Prue snarked. "What's the last thing you remember, Kaela?" She then asked her friend, hoping to everything, that she had no memory of being fed on.

"Having drinks with those two guys... Stefan and Noah, I think." Mikaela recalled. "But after that nothing. I didn't make a fool of myself did I?" She asked.

Prue shook her head. "No. And we left some time just after that, so you're in the clear." Mikaela relaxed.

"Ah, would you mind horribly if I take a shower?" She then asked Wyatt.

She felt a little gross and wanted to clean up.

"Not at all. Bathroom's through there, fresh towels are under the sink and I can get you some clean clothes if you like." He asked as he pointed down the hall to where the bathroom was.

"I don't think she wants to wear, whatever scraps your conquests have left here, Wy." Prue commented, earning a glare from her cousin.

"I was talking about a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts."

"I think anything would be better than having to put this," Mikaela looked down at what she was wearing. "back on."

Wyatt smiled. "Not a problem. Wait here." He quickly disappeared into his room, returning with a pair of black basketball shorts and a grey hooded sweatshirt.

"Thanks. Again." Mikaela said as she took the clothes from his hands. "And I'm sorry for waking you up." She entered the bathroom.

Wyatt walking back into the living room and throwing Prue a large, oversized sweatshirt of her own.

"Here." She rolled her eyes, but pulled the article of clothing on. "Now talk. What the hell happened tonight?"

Prue sighed. "The Halliwell curse of being attracted to the absolute wrong guy, almost led to Kaela and I being made food to a couple of vampires."

"Vampires?" This shocked Wyatt, having believed like Prue and most other witches, that vampires were an extinct species. "As in fangs, drinking blood, stake through the heart Vampires. I thought they were extinct."

"So did I."

"Are you sure that's what attacked you?" This earned Wyatt a glare.

"The fangs were kind of hard to miss, as was the mouth attached to my best friends neck, eagerly sucking on her blood. Oh and by the way, that whole stake to heart thing, is rubbish. I pierced one of the bastard's heart with this," She showed Wyatt her now bloodstained, silver athame. "and other than making him cry, it did nothing. The bastard's are also strong. Really strong. It taking me, channeling their strength to hurt them at all."

"So you didn't kill them then?" Wyatt asked.

"It's a bit hard to, when you don't know how and when my main priority was saving Kaela." Prue told him.

Wyatt sighed. "Well hopefully Chris will know something. He has the entire book of shadows practically memorized, not to mention all the texts he reads at magic school."

"Hopefully." Prue agreed. It was then something occurred to her. "Where is Chris? I'm surprised I didn't wake him up when I started calling your name."

That made Wyatt pause. He had seen Chris come home and then go to sleep. "Must still be asleep. Although how with your shrill voice screaming, I have no idea." That earned him a slap to his head. "Ow. I'll go wake him up. If I have to be awake at this ungodly hour, then so does he. Chris." He called, knocking loudly on his brother's door. "Chris wake up, Prue's here, she was attacked and we need your help. Chris?" He opened the door, after not getting an answer.

He flipped the light on. Chris wasn't there. His bed made and appearing to never have been disturbed.

"So where's Chris?" Prue asked as Wyatt returned to the living room.

"I have no idea. He's not in his room, his bed is made and I can't sense him." Wyatt said worriedly.

But before either he or Prue could panic further, the bathroom door opened.

Chris's disappearance would have to wait for now.

.HTNG.

Thud! Chris landed hard on his back, his kendo sword now pointed at his throat.

Bianca sighed. "Chris where is your head tonight, I should not have been able to take you down so easily." She then smirked. "Not that I'm not extremely capable of doing so."

He sighed. They were sparring. Just like they always did. The early morning hours not bothering either of them. Bianca's skills and knowledge as an assassin, making the training that he had received from his aunt Phoebe as a kid. As well as the different martial arts training that he took upon himself to learn, even more deadly. But just as Bianca pointed out, his head wasn't in it at the moment.

"Chris?" Bianca prompted again.

He sat up. "Something happened tonight at dinner." He started.

Bianca placing the two kendo swords in her hands down, before kneeling next to him. She didn't ask or say anything just waited for Chris to continue talking. Listening patiently as he explained about the majestic throne room he had seen and how he had felt at home there. Just like in his dreams.

"Chris, maybe it's time to tell your family about these dreams." Bianca said, much to Chris's annoyance. "They might be able to help."

She knew how opposed he was, to going to his family with this, but she couldn't see any other option. Her and Chris trying everything they could think of in search of an explanation.

"No. They can't. They'll only worry, particularly my mother and besides..." Chris stood. "They're only dreams."

"Are they?" Bianca asked, following him out of the room they had assigned specifically for training. "Because with everything you've said about them, they don't sound like your average dream. And with what happened tonight, Chris, it leads me to believe that there's something deeper going on here. Deeper than either of us ever thought." She took a breath, knowing her next suggestion was going to be even less well received than her suggestion for Chris to talk to his family. "Maybe you should talk to the Elders?"

That stopped him.

"Are you kidding me?" Chris looked at her incredulously.

"No I'm not." Bianca said. "Chris we have exhausted every possibility we can think of and still nothing. So if you refuse to ask your family for help, then I'm not really seeing any other option. Besides, as loathe as I am to admit this, they really might be able to help."

"I doubt it." Chris said with disdain.

"Augh!" Bianca groaned. "You're impossible, you know that."

Chris smiled. "Yes, but you love me all the same." She glared at him.

"That can easily change." His smile grew.

"Somehow I just don't see it." He leaned in and kissed her.

Bianca pulling away a few seconds later, with a heavy sigh. "I just don't want to see you hurt, Chris."

He knew what she was referring to. The dreams and what they could possibly mean.

"I know." He wrapped her in his arms, hugging her to his chest. "And I won't be. I don't think these dreams are about hurting me, I think they're some kind of message or warning, I don't know. I just get the feeling that they're trying to prepare me for something." He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's the preparing you for what, that has me worried." Bianca muttered into his chest.

Chris chuckled. "I'll be fine, I promise." He kissed her forehead. "Now how about that shower?" He smirked down at her.

"Mmm, lead the way." She smiled back at him.

It was good thing that he didn't need to be in to work until late.

.HTNG.

"She's asleep." Prue said, after beaming back into her cousin's apartment, freshly showered and changed, after taking Mikaela home. Mikaela who believed that Prue was asleep in her own room. "Anything from Chris yet?"

"No." Wyatt answered her, worriedly. "I've called him over a dozen times and even tried scrying for him. Nothing."

"And you still can't sense him?" Wyatt shook his head. "Then either he's in the underworld, on another plane, or somehow found a way to block his presence from scrying and from you." Prue listed the possible reasons behind Chris's absence.

Chris and Wyatt had always been strangely connected to each other. Much in a similar way to the twins, just not as intense. So with Chris blocked from Wyatt, it made his disappearance even more troubling.

"The underworld seems like the most likely answer, but I can't see what he would be doing down there at 4:30 in the morning." Wyatt wondered. "As it stands right now, I should be asleep, but instead I'm healing my cousins best friend and looking for my little brother."

"Sorry for the hardship." Prue snarked. "And can we please just find Chris, now, before either of our parents find out, as I would really like to avoid having to tell them about earlier." She grimaced, just thinking about the reaction her mother and her father would have, if they learned about where she was last night.

Or this morning, more accurately.

"You mean you don't want mummy and daddy to know, that there little girl is a Sinner?" Wyatt smirked.

Prue had given him all the details about her and Mikaela's night earlier, including the club they were at. A club that not even playboy Wyatt himself had been to.

"Not the birthday you were expecting, huh?" He then continued.

"Considering the family I was born into, I'd say it was perfectly normal." Prue answered.

Wyatt chuckled. "That is a very true point." He then sighed. "We need to find him."

Prue nodded. "How about summoning him?"

Wyatt considered it. "It should work, but Chris will hate us for it." He told her.

"At the moment, I think I'll take his hate over his absence, and I'm really not seeing any other option. Unless of course you have a better idea?" She waited. "Like telling your mother perhaps, that you lost her precious peanut?" She asked sardonically, using the nickname that Chris was christened with as a kid by his mother.

Wyatt froze. The thought of his mother finding out that her peanut was missing, being more frightful to him, than his brother's wrath.

"Summoning it is." He quickly agreed, helping Prue retrieve everything they would need for the spell.

Chris was neurotic about always being prepared, so they had everything they needed in the apartment. Wyatt and Prue choosing the most inopportune time to summon Chris, as it was at the exact moment that he and Bianca were exiting the shower. Chris having just wrapped a towel around his waist, before he was pulled away in lights.

"You have got to be kidding me." Chris said as his body rematerialized in his and Wyatt's living room.

His brother and his cousin standing before him.

Bianca, I'm fine I promise, it's just my brother and cousin who summoned me. Chris sent to his girlfriend telepathically.

He didn't need her to worry. Or to follow him.

"God, Chris put some clothes on." Prue immediately turned away.

"Well you see I would have, but it's a bit hard to do that when you're being summoned." He narrowed his eyes at them. "Speaking of which, can I ask why you felt the need to do so?" He asked them both, doing his best to block the loud voices that were their minds.

Sometimes it was exhausting being a telempath. A little fact that his family was unaware of.

There was a lot about Chris that his family didn't know.

"Why? Why?" Wyatt started, looking at his brother incredulously. "How about because we needed your help and when we went to wake you up, you weren't there. How about that?"

Chris sighed. "Needed my help with what?"

"Vampires." Prue answered. "Mikaela and I were attacked by two tonight and neither Wyatt or myself knows anything about them, other than both believing that they were extinct."

"No, not extinct. Just exiled." Chris explained. "It's true that there numbers aren't what they once were, but they are very much alive. Mostly they hide out on the surface, in plain sight of humans." That was when a thought entered his mind. "Where exactly were you when you were attacked?" Chris asked curiously and dreading what he hoped wouldn't be the answer.

Wyatt laughed. "Seems our little cousin felt like a night of Sin."

Prue faintly blushed.

"Sinners. You went to Sinners, what the hell were you thinking?" Chris said furiously, as he heard the name of club he was hoping he wouldn't.

Didn't Prue know what that club was.

"I was thinking I wanted to have a good time and for one night, just let loose and have a little fun." Prue instantly defended herself. "How was I suppose to know that Mikaela and I would be selected as some Dracula rejects, main course."

"Because it's a demonic club, Prue." Chris told her, much to her own and Wyatt's shock. "And the only reason that humans are let in at all, is because demons and the other clientèle that frequent there, like their buffet options fresh."

"Define fresh?" Wyatt couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Alive and kicking." Chris told him pointedly, before turning to Prue. "So please, again, tell me what the hell you were thinking going there?"

"Word of mouth from friends, said it was a place for a good time. And just how was I supposed to know, that the club was demonic." Prue defended herself.

"You're a witch, an empath, didn't you sense anything off about the club or from it's patrons?" Chris asked.

"No, because you see I was actually doing my best to block out all the lust I felt from perverts." Prue shot back.

"They weren't perverts Prue, they were demons." Chris told her. "Demons who feed on humans and demons who almost made you there next meal."

"Well excuse me for not knowing." She gave him a pointed look. "Perhaps I would have, if my cousin had taken it upon himself to tell me about the club and what it really was."

"Well if I knew you had plans to check it out, I would have. My mistake." Chris glared back at her.

"Alright you two, enough!." Wyatt spoke up. "If this club has only been opened for a couple of months, then how did you find out it was demonic?" He asked his little brother.

"In a minute, first if you don't mind, I would like to get changed." Chris said, making his way to his bedroom, where he quickly threw on some clothes. Before joining his brother and his cousin back out in the living room. "A contact of mine, let me know about the club."

"Contact? What contact?" Wyatt asked.

"Doesn't matter." Chris wasn't sharing.

His contact was one he had made in the underworld and was someone that no one in his family would agree was a good idea in knowing. They would think that they were lying to Chris to set him up, not knowing that this particular low-level demon, feared Chris and even more Bianca more than any other demon in the underworld.

"But they filled me in on the club and it's purpose, a couple of days after it first opened." Chris finished.

"It's purpose?" Prue asked.

"It's a feeding ground, as well as a sanctuary of sorts, for all demons looking for a fresh meal or a place to hideout." Chris explained. "It's also run and owned, from what I've been told, by a small coven of vampires." He fixed his eyes on Prue.

She sighed in annoyance. "I get it, alright, I screwed up. I'm sorry. I should have been more aware. Now can we please skip to the part where you tell us how we kill them, we go and do exactly that, so I can then go to bed?" She asked, waiting.

"I also want to know, why, if you have known about his club for months, why you haven't done anything about it?" Wyatt asked, wondering why his demon hunting, obsessed, little brother had allowed this club to remain open.

Especially with how adamant he usually is, about taking care of any threat or any potential threat quickly.

"Or why there hasn't been a sudden surge in deaths or missing persons?" Prue added, thinking that if this club was feeding on it's patrons then there uncle Henry would have heard about it and told her Aunt Paige.

"Because they don't kill their victims – or at least not all of them." Chris answered Prue's question first. "They feed just enough to satisfy whatever hunger or thirst they have, then they compel their victims to forget. And as for the club, taking it down is not as simple as you make it sound. Especially when you don't have any idea of what you might be facing inside."

Wyatt nodded, understanding. His little brother was never one to rush in head first without knowing what or who it was he was rushing into. That was normally Wyatt's play.

"Compel?" Prue then asked.

"Think of it as a kind of mind control." Chris said, thinking of the best way to explain it. "It's a gift that all Vampire's share and allows them to lull their victims into whatever state they desire – safe, quiet, docile. It also allows them to erase or alter a person's memories, leaving their victims with no recollection of what has happened to them, but with a strange desire to return."

Chris's words stirring Prue's mind as she remembered back to how enamored she and Mikaela had been and how neither of them had been able to look away from Noah or Stefan's eyes.

"Well that's certainly something that isn't in the legends." Wyatt commented, before getting down to business. "So how do we kill them?"

"By removing either their head or their heart." Chris told them. "They're also vulnerable to sunlight or dead man's blood."

"Dead man's blood?" Prue asked, disgust clear in her tone.

"It's poison to them. Weakens them. Make them sick." Chris explained. "It's not lethal enough to outright kill them, but it will slow them down."

"That sounds... messy." Wyatt surmised. "Are you sure there isn't a spell or potion we could use instead?" He asked hopefully.

"No. A vampires skin is too strong for any potion to work and as for a spell it's a waste of time as you wouldn't be quick enough to say it, before your throat is in their hand." Chris said. "Also depending on the age of the vampire, they may be immune to a witches magic." He addressed Prue. "The two you fought tonight, could you hurt them?"

"Not physically." Prue admitted. "Not without channeling their strength, but I was able to blast one." She said thinking back to the psionic blast she had sent to Stefan. "Although he was quick to shake it off."

Chris nodded. "Still fairly young then." He considered all their options. "We'll need weapons. Although Wyatt and I may be able to call for their hearts by orbing them." He mused, thinking that it would depend on how strong the two vampires were.

Prue was able to blast one of them, but that doesn't mean that either his or Wyatt's magic will have any effect.

"Alright then." Wyatt stood, clapping his hands together. "So when are we leaving?"

Chris rolled his eyes. Wyatt was always itching for a fight.

"Sunrise." Prue answered, looking at Chris. "You said that they are vulnerable to sunlight, right, so dawn would be the best time for us to attack."

"Excellent." Wyatt smiled. "Sounds like a plan. So let's grab the weapons we need and get ready. Are we calling the others?" He asked.

But Chris remained silent, thinking. He knew that Prue was right with her strategy, but there was still so many unknown factors to consider. Like how many vampires would be taking refuge from the sun in the club, not to mention what other demons might be lying in wait. Vampires weren't stupid, Chris knew this. Knew that they hadn't survived for thousands of years, without having something in place that would protect them from their enemies trying to attack when they were most vulnerable.

They needed more information. Needed recon.

"No." He finally answered Wyatt. "We're not calling any of the others and we're not going after them today." Wyatt and Prue both started to speak, but Chris stopped them. "We don't know nearly enough about who attacked you or how many will be waiting in that club to go after them tonight."

"But if we don't and we wait too long, we might lose them altogether." Prue protested, wanting nothing more then to kill the two bastards that had tried to kill her and her best friend.

Wyatt nodded in agreement. "Prue's right. We shouldn't waste any time."

"No. It's too risky." Chris told them sternly. "You might have been able to hurt the two that attacked you tonight, but the rest of the coven will be older, stronger, not to mention we don't know exactly what we will be facing when we enter that club. Or are you two really assuming that a species that has existed for over a thousand years, doesn't have someone or something watching over them while they sleep?" He posed the question, making Wyatt and Prue stop.

The two sharing a look, before turning back to Chris with a sigh.

"Fine." They both said. "Well then if we aren't vampire slaying, how about you start talking about where you were this morning and just whose shower did we pull you from?" Wyatt asked with a wicked smile.

"Jealous Wy?" Chris snarked.

Wyatt snorted. "Hardly. More like concerned seeing as how you were blocking us – care to explain that by the way?"

"We thought since scrying couldn't find you, that you had to be in the underworld. But clearly that wasn't the case, seeing as how when we summoned you here, you weren't even dressed." Prue chimed in, waiting for an answer herself.

And Chris, weighing all his options sighed. Neither Prue, or his brother, he knew would let this go.

"Whose place I was at doesn't matter and before you start Wy, it's called a private life for a reason." He told them. "As for me blocking you, it's simply just something I can do. Like placing a shield around my mind, or in this case hiding my magical essence." He explained as best he could.

"Hiding your magical essence?" Wyatt echoed his brothers words. "And is this why I couldn't sense you either?" He asked, earning a sigh and nod in return from Chris. "And you don't see the problem or potential danger that either of those actions can cause. What if you were in trouble Chris?"

Chris rolled his eyes. "I was fine, Wy."

Wyatt wasn't listening, nor did he care. "How long have you been able to do this?"

"Yeah, and can you teach me how?" Prue asked, earning a disapproving glare from her eldest cousin. "What, you heard him, he was fine and being able to have absolute privacy in this family is something I would kill for." Wyatt's eyes narrowed further.

"I can't teach you." Chris said, drawing their attention. "Not because I don't want to, but because it's something you can't learn." He quickly explained before Prue could speak. "Do you remember when we used to play hide and seek as kids, and you could never find me?" He asked Wyatt.

He nodded. "Yeah, drove me nuts too. I hated losing to my little brother."

Chris smiled. "This was why, I was hiding myself. Only I didn't know I was doing it then, nor did I realize until years later how I was doing it. As a kid, it was simply instinct." He shrugged slightly.

"So how are you doing it now, and why can you?" Wyatt asked. "I've never heard of a witch that can hide themselves the way you can."

That's because no other witch was born from a Charmed One and an Elder, Chris thought silently.

"Best guess..." He began. "With dad being an Elder when I was born and their ability to cloak themselves, I got a type of mutated version of the ability."

That wasn't a lie. Not completely anyway. But Chris had no desire to share with his brother and his cousin the full extent of what he had received from his father's heritage.

Wyatt considered his explanation for second, before nodding. "Makes sense." He then yawned. "Now, since we are not going to be be-heading any vampires this morning, nor is Chris sharing with us, right at this moment, about whose shower we pulled him from." Wyatt closed his eyes and feigned praying. "Please, please, let it be a girl."

Chris narrowed his eyes, while Prue bit her lip to hide her smile.

"Real funny, Wy." Chris deadpanned.

Wyatt grinned in response. "And don't think for a second I'm going to be letting this go, just because for right now I am. I'm going back to bed. I have to be at the club by eleven and I need sleep." He turned and headed for this room, before stopping and sending a pointed look Chris's way. "And you had better be here, when I wake up."

Chris rolled his eyes. Watching as Wyatt walked into his room, closing the door, before turning back to a smirking Prue.

"So tell me, this girl your hiding from everyone – is she the reason you've been blocking me and mum." She grinned wickedly. "Don't want your baby cousin or your aunt knowing just how deeply you feel for her. Or perhaps you have no feeling's for her at all and are just using her, and are trying to avoid a lecture on how to treat girls." She then cocked her head to the side. "Or maybe Wyatt's right and it's not a girl at all." She placed a hand over her heart. "It's okay Chris, whoever he is, we'll still love you." She mock sincered.

Chris tightly smiled.

"Goodbye Prue." He waved her away, sending her back to her own apartment in a shower of orbs.

Deciding then to follow Wyatt's lead and head to bed. It was going to be a long day.