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Commemoration
Title: Commemoration
Author: bellasblues
Rating: PG
Fandom & Pairing: Charmed - Chris/Bianca
Written For: 25moments prompt #1 "Scars"


Bianca thrashed through the house, angry that her mark escaped her again. Well it was suicide anyway, but she wasn't going out with her back turned. No. She was going to die, they wanted this, she wanted out, and she wasn't going to do it without looking her enemy face to face when he undoubtedly defeated her.

"Damn you Halliwell!" She snapped, then looked down at the The infamous "Twice Blessed" Wyatt's long dead mother's picture. She was giving the blonde baby a toy- a toy.

He was toying with her.

Of course. He wanted to see the skill of the Phoenix, know if she was good enough to join him. Of course she was. Bianca was the best. She didn't want to be the best though. She wanted out. She wanted to live. She wanted-

A slight sound from behind her caught her attention and she didn't waste time. Shimmering to it as the swirling orbs did the same, they collided once they were whole. She kicked and reached for her athame, but not fast enough. Chris Halliwell had it to her throat and she was done. Lost.

"Who are you?" He asked, glaring at her. There was confusion, reluctance mingled in the green of Chris' eyes. She didn't expect that. She expected a cold. Unblemished evil. Like Wyatt.

She rolled her own dark eyes. "Same old song and dance guy. You ask me who I am, I refuse to tell you, you kill me and I go boom. Save me a conversation and get on it with okay? Seriously. Haven't we been here before?" She said, her tone bored and her heart pounding.

He looked at her curiously, though still grim. "Maybe we will be again. I'm not going to kill you. Tell my brother that he's not turning me. Understand?"

Bianca gave him a stare of obvious shock and lifted her wrist, showing her mark. "Why would I tell him when he's out to ally or kill my kind?"

The Phoenix were law unto themselves, they answered to no one. Not even Wyatt. Something he wanted to repair or eliminate. So far, her clan was beginning to give, fall into his power. Bianca refused. She'd taken to only going after demons and warlocks that had betrayed their covens lately, almost as if she were warning her own.

A flick of light over her shoulder caught her attention and she saw someone with an athame over Chris' shoulder. Pushing him off, she grabbed his attacker's wrist, cutting her arm in the process. She twisted his arm into his own stomach and he exploded into a cloud of fire, soon forgotten.

Blood trickled down her arm, over her wrist where the mark of the Phoenix was forever etched into her skin.. That was going to leave a scar. A commemoration of the moment she first stared into the green eyes of Chris Halliwell and her whole life changed. Began.