<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>CHRISTOPHER PERRY HALLIWELL</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Forgotten relationship…<br/>Tag: None</span></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/tumblr_lfuff358pg1qguwk5o1_500.jpg?t=1327941286)</div>Picking up the pieces. It seemed to be a reoccurring theme in Chris’ life. Of course he would never admit that it is what kept him going most of his life. If Chris wasn’t involved in saving someone’s life or a broader purpose of doing good, he didn’t feel complete. Not that Chris understood that was his hang up. Not many people could easily recognize their deep seeded psychological issues without massive therapy. Therapy wasn’t exactly Chris’ shtick. He had enough personal therapy with his mom, dad, and siblings that a professional would only muddy things up a bit. Besides, who ever heard of a shrink for the magically inclined?<br/><br/>It was easy for the whitelighter hybrid to locate Bianca through his sensing abilities. He located her in a darkened alley. It was more like Bianca to work off her frustrations hunting instead of getting her nails done or a massage. Chris was always impressed at Bianca’s resolve to tip the balance of power to good in the world. It was what attracted him to her. Before he was able to orb a sharp pain emanated from his midsection. She was in trouble. Chris doubled over. “Bianc…” He vanished in  familiar blue orbing.<br/><br/>Rematerializing in the alleyway, he discovered a grisly scene. The second child of the Charmed Ones, reacted with instinct. Using his telekinetic power he flung a demon through the air against a wall. A broken metal staircase railing jetted out from the brick and Chris managed to skewer the demon’s midsection. Instantly the larger demon dissipated into a small, frail form and began grasping at his navel. Chris instantly recognized a shapeshifter.<br/><br/>He moved to Bianca’s side, but it was too late. An athame stuck out from her chest and she wasn't breathing. Chris moved his hands over the blade in a futile attempt to heal her. “No, no…don’t be…” He clenched his fists and pursed his lips. Chris gently closed Bianca’s eyelids to hide her lifeless eyes.<br/><br/>Chris’ attention turned to the impaled demon. Blood surrounded the metal pole protruding from its stomach and oozed from its mouth. Chris watched as the demon gasped for air, but only found liquid filling his lungs. He lifted his arm and reached out to Chris in some attempt at asking for help. When none was given the demon grabbed the pole and slowly began to pull himself off of it.<br/><br/>With his eyes squinted, filled with tears and resonating with hate Chris began to speak softly and purposefully. He uttered a spell he only used once in the past. It was during a dark part of his life when all he could focus on was destroying the underworld.<br/><br/>“Consumed in fire, pain is felt; Bones will crackle, flesh will melt. Death will come in short time; In vanquishing, vengeance is mine.”<br/><br/>With the beginning of the spell the power could be felt, it hummed with anticipation. As the last words were spoken, black fire began to consume the shapeshifter. Unlike many spells that dispatched the demon with relative speed, the spell Chris used consumed the demon slowly and relished in the anguish.<br/><br/>While the demon continued to writhe in pain, Chris turned back to his fiancé. He lifted her body into his arms and orbed away from the scene. Moments later the demon disintegrated.<br/><br/>With additional bitterness in his heart Chris rematerialized in Salem, Massachusetts. Bianca’s whole life had been dedicated to righting the wrongs that her bloodline experienced centuries ago. As a Phoenix witch she was both cursed and blessed by the witch trials. Now she would rest with her mother. Chris gently set Bianca’s lifeless form down on the grass next to her mother’s grave. Shakily, his hand flowed over her body and she vanished.<br/><br/>“I kept my promise.” Chris whispered as his form disappeared once more in blue light.<br/><br/>For the second time in the evening Chris invoked powerful magic. This time with the aid of the Book of Shadows he cast the memory spell. The experienced witch knew from the past that the spell would be problematic, but he had to erase the pain.<br/><br/>“Powers and emotions tied; A witch's heart is where it hides; Help them through their agony; Bless them with their memory.”<br/><br/>Chris closed his eyes as the spell took effect. He looked down at the Book of Shadows and shrugged, experiencing a bit of a brain freeze as to why he needed to consult the book. He flipped through it a few pages and happened upon the Phoenix witch entry. He skimmed the text and wondered if he would ever meet one.<br/>