Howdy everyone! It's taken me forever to come back to my stories, but thankfully I have. I'm trying to update all of them, but I finished this one first. Enjoy and as always nothing is mine.

The witches and Leo just stared at him. Then Piper spoke.

"What?" Her tone was colored with shock.

Chris sighed inwardly and steeled himself for a long evening ahead of him. He tried to avoid his mother's eyes. "I didn't want to tell you. I thought I could find the demon in enough time and kill him before he turns Wyatt. But, so far, the future's still the same. That's why I brought the Scanner demon here, to scan Wyatt for evil. He's not evil yet," he said in hurry, trying to make his mom feel better, "but, that just means that we haven't found what we're looking for."

Piper rubbed her temples and walked over to the sofa, sitting down and leaning back. "This can't be true. Leo is a Whitelighter and I'm a Charmed One. How can my son be evil?"

Chris walked over to her with the others. Phoebe and Paige sat down on either side, looking her over in concern. "I don't know, Piper. No one knows anything about it in the future except that whatever gets to Wyatt happens when he's a baby."

Phoebe put her arms around Piper, but looked up at Chris. "You've lied to us before. How do we know you're telling the truth?"

"Use your powers, Phoebe. What do you feel?"

She studied him for a moment with her intense dark eyes and then relented. "I feel like you're being honest right now."

"This can't be happening," Piper murmured, staring off into space.

Paige squeezed her shoulders. "Piper, we are the most powerful good witches of all time, Chris is from the future and Leo is an elder. We are not going to let evil get your baby."

"Paige is right," Phoebe said. "Evil has taken everything from us. It isn't taking Wyatt too."

"It's my life mission, Piper," Chris said seriously. "I have to save Wyatt or die trying."

Paige looked up at him. "One thing I don't get." The other two sisters glanced over at her. "You said you were half-whitelighter, half-witch. How is that possible?"

Chris groaned. He'd hoped they would've forgotten about that now that he was back in the past and alive. How could he answer them without lying again? "Well, one of my parent's was a whitelighter and the other was a witch. Simple."

She glared at him. "Piper and Leo had to go through hell and back just to be able to get married. You're telling me that in the future witches and whitelighters can just hook up with each other all willy-nilly?"

He smiled and started walking away. "What can I say? Piper and Leo started a sexual revolution."

"Where do you think you're going, mister?" Piper asked crossly. "I still have a lot more questions."

He ran a hand through his hair and turned around. He should have known he wouldn't be able to get away that easy. "You don't want me to lie to you anymore, but there are certain things that I can't tell you. It will change the future too much."

"How do you know you haven't changed it too much already?"

He turned to look at Billie who so far had kept quiet. "I don't."

"It sounds to me like the future can use all the changing it can get. You said I wasn't supposed to meet the Charmed Ones for another two years. That's a big time gap."

"Well, when I went back just now everything was still the same, so you meeting the sisters early didn't impact the future at all. How do you know that just by me telling you about Wyatt hasn't started a chain of events that turns him evil? What if you look at him differently now or don't love him as much?"

Phoebe gave him a grim smile. "Jeremy. Cole. Richard. The list goes on. The evil or potential evil in someone has never stopped one of us from loving them."

That was true, he thought, thinking of Bianca. But, had he ever really ever loved her? "You don't think I want to change some things too? I could go to Bianca's mother's house right now and take Bianca away from the coven. She wouldn't grow up learning how to kill people, instead, she'd learn to be good and then twenty-something years from now she wouldn't die trying to save my life."

They all grew silent at that. He continued. "But, I'm not going to because my mission is bigger than my own personal desires."

"Why is Wyatt so important to you?" Piper looked up at him with her usual penetrating stare. "You've as much as told us he ruins your life and kills your girlfriend. Why is it so important that you save him?"

Chris didn't know what to say. He expelled a breath. "It's complicated. Evil isn't so simple. There were times when Wyatt wasn't so bad and maybe I remember those times."

"So you were friends?"

He smiled and shook his head. "No. But, like I said, it's complicated."

"Why did you decide to us the truth after all this time?"

"I was told that if I needed to, I could tell you." He deliberately refrained from looking at Billie. "And I figured with Bianca and everything that happened and the fact that you threw me out of the house, it was time."

Leo looked at him. "We'll give you another chance, Chris, but you have to be honest with us from now on. As honest as you can be. We'll help you with Wyatt. You don't have to do this alone."

"No more demon surprises, okay?" Piper asked him and he nodded.

"So you guys will focus from now on? No more radio shows and Richard?"

Paige glared. "I will speak to Richard and find a solution, but I'm not going to give up on him just because he's got some problems. I will however try and find more time to fight demons. Satisfied?"

He gave her a small smile and felt a weight lift from his shoulders. Maybe Billie had been right. Maybe this way was better than his way. He looked over at her and found she was already looking at him. They shared a smile and for the first time, Chris felt hopeful about his future.


Billie couldn't sleep again. Her thoughts kept straying back to Chris and everything that had happened earlier that day. No matter how mature and understanding she tried to be about it, her main thought was that he had a girlfriend. Emphasis on 'had'. She'd been killed right in front of him. She wondered how he was taking it.

Oh course, the witch had stolen his powers and blasted Billie unconscious. That still grated on her pride in a big way. Bianca was beautiful to top it off. Dark, tan, sultry . . .

Agh! she thought, throwing her pillow hard across the room. She had to get up and do something to take her mind off Chris and her horrible, loveless, future. She stood and threw some shorts on over her underwear and walked quietly out of her room. There was always her search for Christy to consume her attention.

So far, she'd been able to hide her quest for her missing sister from the Charmed Ones, but she didn't know how much longer she could do that.

Billie trudged up the narrow stairway that led up to the attic, yawning as she did so. This would be just what she needed to take her mind off Chris and his gorgeous eyes. And that bottom lip she just wanted to nibble on. And the way his hair fell into his eyes as he was looking at you.

Stop it! She slipped into the attic, shutting the door behind her and walked quietly over to the Book. It was heavy in her arms as she walked over to the sofa and settled in, flipping pages and looking for anything that looked familiar or struck a chord. Maybe this night would be more productive than all the others.

If she could just go back to that night when Christy was taken, she was sure there was something she could do to stop it. She'd thought that maybe there would be a picture of a demon in the book that would jog her memory or something, but so far no luck.

Nothing else had worked so far either. Not the To Find a Lost Witch spell, or the To Call a Lost Sister spell, or scrying, or anything. She slammed the book shut and tossed it on the cushion next to her in frustration. How was she supposed to find her sister without magic?

Tears started forming in her eyes and she blinked, causing them to drop down onto both cheeks. At the same time she heard a tinkling of bells then Chris was there surrounded by blue light. It faded and she jumped in surprise, hastily wiping her cheeks free of moisture. "Chris, what are you doing here?"

He looked down at her in surprise. "I thought everyone would be asleep. I just came to check the Book about a new potential demonic threat to Wyatt."

She nodded morosely and gestured to it lying next to her. He hesitated, but then walked over and picked it up. He took a seat, but at the opposite end of the sofa. Instead of opening the Book up, he stared at her.

She could feel his eyes on her face and gave up trying to ignore him. "Do you want me to leave?" She should leave, since the only reason she was up here right now was because of him, and he was now, in fact, here.

He shook his head quickly. "No, it's just—well, is anything wrong?"

"No. I'm fine."

"You've been crying," he pointed out.

She glared at him. Then relented. "Today was a bit much, that's all. I'm just feeling kind of low."

He looked down at his hands and she hurried on. "I know it's nothing compared to the kind of day you had. I'm sorry, you know, about your—Bianca," she finished, unwilling to say 'girlfriend'.

He nodded. "I'm sorry you got hurt. Is your shoulder better?"

"Leo healed me. It's better now." Billie darted a glance at him. "So I guess you're pretty disappointed, huh?"

He looked over quickly at her. "What do you mean?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, with me. I must be a disappointment. I can't even defend a dying guy against a witch. You were probably expecting something different." She flexed her shoulder unconsciously, remembering the blast from Bianca that hit her. It left a sour aftertaste in her mouth. She didn't expect to hear him chuckle.

"Billie, I didn't even expect to see you in this time. And no, you're not a disappointment, you're just a new witch. Don't worry about your powers. You're a very fast learner."

She looked at him. "I am?"

He smiled which was rare for Chris and nodded. "In the future, you're the most powerful I witch I know."

"What about the Charmed Ones?"

He sobered up quickly. "They're not around anymore."

That stunned her and she leaned back. "But, then that means that Wyatt kills his own family. He's so sweet and adorable," she protested. "When I babysit him, he orbs me cookies during my shows so I don't have to get up. You know, on second thought, maybe he is evil," she said, deadpanning. "Like I need cookies. He's probably trying to make me fat-that little monster."

Despite her joking about something that was serious to him, he found the humor in it and gave a quiet laugh. The thought of Billie thinking Wyatt was so harmless disturbed him since he knew what happens to her in the future. But, he couldn't tell her so he shook himself. "He hasn't killed anyone yet which is what I'm trying to prevent. Now are you going to tell me what you're doing up here with the Book?"

Billie tensed up for a moment, unused to sharing things about her private life with anyone. "You're not the only one with secrets, you know. Besides, if you're from the future you should already know what I'm doing up here." She smiled sweetly at him and he gave her a look, but didn't budge. She sighed. "Alright, but you can't tell the sisters. I'm not ready for that yet. Promise?"

He nodded and turned his body on the sofa, drawing a knee up to his chest and facing her. Billie swallowed and tried not to visibly react when he looked at her. She turned in a similar position and drew in a breath.

"I have a sister—Christy." She tried to look at him and discern whether or not this was news to him. Apparently, it wasn't. Maybe that means that she finds Christy sometime in the future. "When I was five and she was seven, someone broke into our house, our room actually, when we were sleeping and took her. I always thought it was just some sicko, until a few months ago when I learned I was witch. If I'm a witch then Christy must have been one too. What if demons took her? That would explain why no one has ever found a trace of her and why all my leads never pan out. Right?" She looked up at him, suddenly unsure of herself now that she'd said what she was feeling aloud.

Chris wanted to say something to make her feel better, but he didn't know. The first he'd ever heard of Billie's sister was right before he'd left to come here and she said it hadn't ended well. They both had tried to kill the Charmed Ones and Billie had ended up killing her own sister. Something about the Triad manipulating things—he'd have to check up on them later.

Right now he looked at her and was struck at how vulnerable she looked. He'd only ever seen her look like that one time, in the future, when he'd orbed into the manor after Wyatt had captured her. She'd been huddled against the wall. Right over there, he realized, with a start, staring at the space of wall in back of where the sofa is now.


He turned back to her and saw she was waiting for an answer. "I would say that it is almost certain your sister is a witch. If she is, then it would make sense that a demon would take her. Did she have her powers when she was seven?"

Billie shook her head. "No, neither of us did. Not that I can remember anyways. Why? Is that weird?"

"No. Some witches, like Wyatt, were born with powers. Some get them at puberty."

"Well, what about me? I'm nineteen."

"The Charmed Ones didn't get their powers until adulthood, but they were bound until Grams died. Maybe someone bound yours," he suggested.

"But, who would do that?"

"Your parents?"

She shook her head. "There's no way my parents are witches. If you met them, you'd know what I mean."

He smiled briefly. "Well, maybe they had someone else do it for them. Some parents who aren't magical find it hard to deal with children who are. Look at Wyatt," he pointed out, "He orbs stuff all the time. Imagine if he did that in daycare?"

Billie nodded. "I guess that would make sense. But, why wouldn't they ever say anything? And why would they unbind my powers and not tell me? They must have known that they would return to me and I'd be scared."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You? Scared?"

She smiled and leaned over, punching him lightly on the shoulder. "But, seriously, what do you think I should do?"

He thought about it for a moment. He shouldn't really say anything at all, but how could he not? "I would start by asking your parents. Go from there."

Billie bit her lip, eyes shining with hope. Without thinking, she quickly wrapped her arms around Chris' neck and gave him a hug. "You don't know what a relief it is to tell someone all this. I've been doing it alone for so long."

His hand came to rest on her back after several moments and she shivered involuntarily at its warmth through the thin fabric of her camisole. Awareness set in and she realized how close they were. Suddenly, everything was magnified. Every tiny little sound. The feel of his cotton shirt under her fingertips. The way he smelled—like the wind. The bare skin of his neck pressing against her cheek. Her heartbeat.

It started thudding and she couldn't stop her fingers from curling against the nape of his neck. Suddenly he drew back and stared at her.


When she hugged him, Chris froze up, not knowing what to do. It wasn't like Billie had never hugged him before, but it was older Billie. The Billie who baby-sat him as a kid, and was his Aunt Phoebe's best friend. Not young Billie who was hot and wore lacy camisoles for pajamas. And he'd seen the look in her eyes directed at him more than once. The look that made him uncomfortable on so many levels. He swallowed.

You're a whitelighter, he told himself in irritation. She's a witch. You're supposed to guide them. It's just a hug.

So he raised his arms and hugged her back, lightly at first until he relaxed. He knew how she felt when she said she'd been looking for her sister alone for a long time. That's how he felt about Wyatt. This was his family and he couldn't even tell them that he loved them.

And then something changed and he didn't know what. Something in the air. Maybe it was because of the long hug (that was probably it, actually), but suddenly he was aware of certain things. The silky feel of her top. The light fruity smell of her body spray—grapefruit, he thought distantly. Her impossibly soft skin against his neck.

It got instantly hot in the attic.

And then she moved her fingers around his neck and he felt them ruffle for just a second against his hair. His breath caught in his chest. What was he doing? More importantly, what was he thinking? He prayed that future Billie wasn't completely grossed out with him right now, as he shifted in seat uncomfortably. He was completely turned on and he didn't know what to do about it. If he moved, she would see and he would be humiliated. But, if he didn't he might do something he regretted.

He pulled away from her. It was dark, he reasoned. There was no reason why she should notice his 'predicament'. But, he didn't pull away far enough because when he looked down at her all he saw was wide shining eyes, moist lips, and the way tendrils of her light blonde hair brushed her cheekbones. There were dried trails of tears on them also, he realized, feeling bad for her. He knew she'd been crying when he'd shown up in the attic. It made him feel even worse to know it had been over her sister, who apparently she was desperate to find. She kills her in the very near future, he thought. She'll be devastated.

Billie had always been so strong for him and his cousins when they had no one else to turn to. He wanted badly to say something to save her from this sort of pain, but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it. It could all end up very badly if he did.

"I have to go," he said suddenly, trying to get up and leave before he did or said something stupid, but she grabbed his arm.

"Wait. What's wrong?"

I'm having very inappropriate thoughts about you and it is wrong on so many levels, he screamed in his head. Aloud, he said, "Nothing. I just need to get some sleep before I start out again. I'll see you later."

He hurried out before she could say anything else and stop him. It was barely starting to become light outside and he hurried to the bathroom in serious need of a cold shower. Much to his dismay, Phoebe was leaving her room at the same time he was in hallway. He groaned and tried to dart into the bathroom, but she stopped him.

"Hold it, mister."

It annoyed him that he obeyed her even though she didn't know they were related and he was in a position of authority over her. Stifling a long-suffering sigh, he turned to face her. "What?" he asked, not very nicely.

She looked suspiciously at him and narrowed her eyes.

Please don't let her sense what I'm feeling, he silently begged whoever was out there. He had to get that potion that blocked her empathy and he had to get it soon.

"What's got you all hot and bothered?" She waved a hand at him to emphasize her words and pulled her robe together, stopping in front of him to tie it.

"None of your business," he answered snidely, trying to hurry into the bathroom before she could say anything else.

"Well, I can feel what you're feeling and let me tell you—," she broke off and her eyes widened. "Oh my god, do you have a secret girlfriend? Were you just out all night with someone? Is this the walk of shame?"

She had the widest grin on her face and he gave her another snide look. "Are you proud of yourself right now?"

She sobered with a quick rejoinder. "Not really, but tell me. Please, please, please," she begged, hanging into the bathroom as he was trying to get undressed.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to take a shower."

Phoebe gave him a sour look and muttered, "God, you're so touchy. Guess she's not doing it for you."

A sudden embarrassing scenario played quickly through his mind and he jumped over to catch her before she left. "Wait."

She turned back in curiosity.

His cheeks reddened and he stuck his head out the door to make sure no one else was walking by. "Do you think you can keep this to yourself? I mean, not tell anyone else, not even Paige and Piper?"

A sly playful look came into Phoebe's eyes. "You want me to do you a favor?"

He sighed in frustration. Nothing was ever simple with his family. "Yes," he gritted out.

She smiled and tried to look casual. "What do people with manners say?"

She had this obnoxious look on her face that he couldn't ever remember seeing when he was kid. It was annoying and she knew it. "Please," he forced out in the most polite tone he could manage.

She pretended to consider it. "What do I get in return?"

Dirty dealing. That was something he understood. "What do you want?"

"No demon hunting for a week. Except for important occasions."

He shook his head. "How about the next time you want to go to see Jason I won't bitch about it?"

"Agreed. Secret's safe with me." She moved to turn away, but just then, much to his everlasting frustration, Billie came down the hall from the attic stairs and stopped when she saw them.

"Billie, were you in the attic again?" Phoebe asked in surprise. "Honey, you need to sleep sometime. What if a demon attacks and you're too tired to fight it off?"

Billie didn't look happy. Chris wondered if she was still thinking about her sister.

"I'm nineteen, Phoebe, it's not like I'm thirty." She looked at the pair of them with an arched brow, ignoring Phoebe's flicker of surprise at her tone. And then she addressed Chris. "You seemed in a hurry to go to bed earlier."

Phoebe straightened abruptly, trying not to look uncomfortable, and Chris did likewise. "I was—am," he amended. "I just needed a shower first."

The way Billie was looking at him and Phoebe made him wary. Phoebe held her hands up. "Alone. He was going to shower alone. I stopped him with a very important . . . question about demons. And he answered it. And now I'm going." She hurried off to down the hall to her room and closed the door.

Billie stared after her. Her expression looked more neutral. "What's up with her?"

He shrugged and braced himself against the doorframe. "I've been asking myself that since I got here."

"It's none of my business what you two do. I was just wondering. See ya." She went to walk by him, but he stopped her.

"Wait, are you saying that you think there's something going on between me and Phoebe?" He was incredulous. That was disgusting.

Billie gave him a look. "You guys looked pretty cozy there before I walked in. I'm just saying. It's isn't as if she's not your type."

"What?" He could hardly believe his ears.

"Dark brown hair, olive skin, beautiful, a witch. Ring any bells?"

"You mean Bianca?"

"Do you have a ton of girlfriends fitting that description?"

She was upset, he realized, but he still didn't know why. Then it dawned on him. "You think that I was hitting on another girl right after my girlfriend died." That had to be it. He didn't want to sound callous but Bianca's death was sad, just not as sad to him as it should be. They'd been close at one time and then they weren't. There was nothing he could do about it.

Billie's demeanor changed and she looked guilty. "No, I just—I didn't mean anything. Just ignore me. I'm tired."

"Phoebe is very good-looking, Billie, but we were just talking. There is absolutely no way that is ever happening." You don't even know how serious I am, he thought. "I mean, like, ever."

Something in his face or tone must have convinced her because she visibly relaxed. And then flushed. "Like I said, it's none of my business. I just thought . . . seeing you two together . . . I don't really care or anything. I think I smell coffee." And then she was gone.

He stared after her wondering what the hell was wrong with girls. He almost wished Leo was around more often, just to balance out all the female craziness that went on around here. But, he thought with disdain, his dad wasn't around any in the future, why should anything be different in the past? He shut the door and stripped off his clothes. He no longer needed a cold shower, but a hot one would take his mind off things.


Billie was mortified at herself. Beginning with practically throwing herself at Chris and ending with her accusing him a sleeping with Phoebe. What was wrong with her?

She stared at the coffee pot, not realizing that she was spacing out until she heard someone come into the kitchen. She knew without turning that it was Phoebe.

"You know, that coffee won't pour itself," she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Billie was exhausted and tried to crack a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. Instead, she reached for the pot and poured a cup. "Do you want one?" she offered, trying to pretend the weirdness between them upstairs hadn't happened.

Phoebe smiled. "Sure. You know, if there's anything you want to talk about ever I'm here. You know that right?"

Billie handed her a cup and nodded quickly. "Yeah, I know. If I ever have anything interesting to say I'll come to you." It was an attempt at a joke.

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Everything you say is interesting on some level, Billie."

Breakfast passed by slowly. Billie's eyelids started drooping and she only perked up when Piper called her on it. "Sorry, I'm just tired. I was up all night." She caught Phoebe's knowing look and blushed. Damn her empathy. She probably picked up on something from her when they were upstairs.

Piper sat down, concern etched across her face. "Anything wrong?"

"No, I just have stuff on my mind. Nothing for you to worry about." Just then, she was unable to stifle a yawn and covered her mouth with a fist.

"That's it, missy. You can't train when you're about to fall over. After you eat, you should go lay down and sleep. You can train with Paige tonight."

Billie groaned and Paige glared at her. "Thanks," she said dryly.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm feeling restless lately and I want to do something physical, you know? Not fight demons or anything," she amended, "just some sort of physical training."

"That's actually a good idea."

Billie heard Chris' voice from the doorway and straightened, suddenly alert. She glared at Phoebe who was giving her another look and then turned her attention to him.

"Why?" Piper asked.

He looked serious and took his usual seat next to Billie. "I wanted to give you guys some time to process what I told you earlier before I dropped anything else on you."

Everyone was instantly alert. Piper looked worried. "We've processed, now tell us."

"When Bianca took me back to the future, she used a spell similar to the one that I used to come here. I wasn't able to get it before I came back."

"So you think someone is going to try to get you again?" Phoebe refrained from saying Wyatt's name.

He nodded. "Bianca was an assassin, a good one too. With her dead, I don't know how or what methods he'll use to get me again. He can't risk me killing the demon that made him evil. It'll ruin all his plans."

Piper looked at him seriously and once again Billie was struck by her resistance and fortitude to the situation. She dealt with this as if it were just another problem. In a way, she guessed it was. Wyatt was an innocent that needed to be saved. "Any ideas?"

He leaned forward, all business now. "There's a chance he might not want just me. He could use anyone and anything for leverage."

Phoebe sat up, instantly concerned. "You mean, like, Jason?"

"Or Richard?" Paige was equally as concerned.

Chris shook his head. "Doubtful. I'm thinking Billie."

All eyes turned to her and grew defensive. "What?"

"Or baby Wyatt. What better way to ensure he becomes evil than to put himself somewhere as a baby where he can be raised evil?"

Piper instantly turned and turned her face toward the ceiling. "Leo!"

Blue light and tinkling bells later, Leo appeared in the kitchen. "What going on guys?"

"Chris thinks that future Wyatt might try and kidnap himself. I need you to take him."

Leo looked totally confused. "What?"

Piper sighed in frustration, as if what she'd said made perfect sense. "Future Wyatt might try and kidnap baby Wyatt. I need you to take baby Wyatt up there with you until we know for sure he's safe. Do you think you can do that?"

Leo looked worried just like the rest of them and nodded. "I'll get him ready." He walked out of the kitchen without another word.

Billie was still concerned with Chris' news pertaining to herself. "What about me? I'm not going up there."

"You can't," Paige said, "No witches allowed."

"Just start her training as if she were fighting demons, especially with her powers. The more she uses them, the faster they'll evolve." He looked over at her briefly and then at his family. "I've gotta go follow a lead in the Underworld, so you won't be able to call me. Call Leo instead if you guys get into something."

"Wait," Piper protested, but he had already orbed out. She sat back deflated but used to the men in her life orbing out on her mid-conversation. Then she turned to Billie. "You go get some sleep and we'll figure out a more intensive training schedule for you in the meantime."

For once, Billie didn't argue. She was truly exhausted. She nodded and pushed back her plate, standing up and waving goodnight to everyone. Trudging up to her room, she closed the curtains and turned off all the lights. Her shorts were discarded on the floor.

The sheets were cool from disuse, but they felt nice. It wasn't hard to fall asleep now that she'd been awake for hours and hours. She just hoped she didn't dream of Chris this time.

She didn't know when she drifted off or when the dream started, but she was suddenly aware that she wasn't alone. She see couldn't see anyone yet, but her surroundings were weird and non-descript, like the background of a Wal-Mart family portrait.

"Where am I?" Her voice sounded echo-y and distant.

"With me." A man slid out of the shadows and walked toward her. "Or rather I'm with you, in your mind."

Then suddenly he was behind her, touching her. She shrugged his hands from away from her shoulders and turned to face him. Her mind felt weak and sluggish and she pressed a hand to her temple. "What's going on? I must dreaming."

He laughed. "That's one way of putting it." Then his eyes grew cold and calculating causing Billie to shiver. "You're so young right now. Easily moldable." One finger tipped her chin upwards and she found she couldn't stop him. "Far less obstinate than the other one."

"Other one what?" Billie whispered. "Who are you?"

He only smiled and looked around. "You're here early, aren't you?"

That was a weird dream question. Billie looked around again and realized that she was downstairs in the Manor's sunroom. Somehow she knew what he meant and nodded. "How did you know? Chris said I'm not supposed to be here yet. He changed something when he came."

The man smiled and leaned close to her. "Chris," he murmured, stroking her cheek. "And how do you like dear Chris?"

Billie swallowed, but didn't move away from his hand this time. Was this some sort of weird sex dream? "He's fine. He's very nice."

The stranger snorted and slid his hand down to rest at the curve of her neck and shoulder, thumb stroking her collarbone. "It won't do for you to become too attached to Chris." His grip tightened. "I'm extremely possessive, Billie."

"What are you talking about?" This dream was confusing.

He scowled—then his features smoothed and he bent down close to her lips, looking into her eyes as he did so. "My poor Billie, so confused. It will all make sense in time. Until then," he whispered, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

The kiss was awesome, but at the same time rough and possessive, which she didn't really like. She didn't belong to anybody. But, she kissed him back and everything was so real she couldn't believe she was dreaming. She felt his tongue, his lips—she tasted him, and felt his hands tighten around her arms.

Then she bolted upright in bed, gasping for air and covered with a sheen of sweat.

So I'm sure everyone has figured out who the man in her head is, right? Well, I won't give it away just in case.

I tried to focus more on Chris/Billie time in this chapter to start building their relationship or whatever it is going to become. Next chapter will include more of the plot.