A/N: In order for you to understand what is going on whatsoever, you may need to read the two stories before this one. They are "Demons, Babies, and Sisters Oh My!" and "Creature of Immorality." Set 9 years after the last chapter in "Creature of Immorality." Please enjoy!
A loud resounding scream pierced the air, echoing off the walls of the large Halliwell Manor. Cole Turner and his wife, Phoebe, ran into the kitchen ready to fight off any demons that managed to sneak into the house undetected. However the sight that greeted them was far from demonic, unless you counted the Turner Twins as demons.
"John and Julian Turner, I will personally blow you two identical little brats to pieces if you do not get out of my kitchen right now!" screamed an overactive Piper.
The young toddlers darted out of the kitchen, laughing hysterically as they brushed by their shocked parents, who lingered in the doorway of the expansive kitchen.
"What happened in here?" Phoebe asked, though she knew she didn't need to.
"What do you think happened in here? Your demonic children are ruining my house…my kitchen!" yelled Piper, waving a hand around her trashed kitchen clearly upset.
"Déjà vu." Cole muttered, thinking back to the time when his son Cole Junior, known as C.J. to most everyone, trashed Piper's kitchen many years ago when he was one. Although Cole denies his son did it all on his own, Wyatt was there too.
"Okay, Piper, honey? You need to stop waving your hands around before you blow something up." Phoebe tried, easing her way into the kitchen slowly.
"Oh, I'm not blowing anything up but your children." Piper growled, glaring at Cole angrily and pointing an accusing finger in his direction.
"Don't look at me, Piper." Cole scoffed, loosening his tie as he swiped at his forehead with the back of his hand, mouth open in awe that such small children could destroy a kitchen like this.
"Why not Cole? If you could just keep your di-"
"Okay! Piper, calm down now!" interrupted Phoebe, grabbing hold of her sister's hands in an attempt to calm her.
"Oh, Phoebe…why did you do this to me? Why couldn't you just have C.J. and that's all? Why the sudden need for Cain, Benjamin, Julian and John? All boys too? I certainly hope the next one is a girl, seeing as you can't become un-pregnant…"
"Is that a word?" Cole asked, more to himself than anyone as he eased himself further into the messy kitchen.
"Are you telling me that you don't love all your nephews?" asked the heavily pregnant Phoebe, her voice wavering just right.
"I'm sorry, Phoebe. I love all of them, there's just so many…" Piper sighed, hugging her sister tightly as best she could.
"Piper, may I remind you that you have Wyatt, Peyton, and Melinda?" Cole asked, stepping over a cracked egg on the floor.
"Cole, I have three, you have five and a half." Piper muttered.
"Yes, I'm perfectly aware of that but what I'm trying to say is your children aren't little angels either, regardless of what your husband is." Cole pointed out.
"What are you talking about?"
"I think he's talking about the fact that when our little one here was being conceived, your precious little Melinda decided to astral project herself into our room. Lucky for her she wasn't there five minutes earlier or you'd have some seriously messed up daughter right now." Phoebe added, laughing at Piper's disgusted expression.
"Cole, I suggest you orb ass out of this room now before I decide to blow you up instead." Piper snarled, her hands poised in his direction. Cole quickly took a step back and cleared his throat, nodding once with a frightened expression on his handsome face before he orbed out of the kitchen quickly.
"Piper…" Phoebe whined, hitting her sister playfully.
"Get Paige, please? You're too pregnant to help clean the mess your boys made." Piper muttered as she stepped over a few pots and pans, a green gooey substance and a pile of purple mashed potatoes.
C.J. ran a hand through his thick, dark hair before ducking his head into the kitchen, his gray eyes wide as he took in the sight. He cleared his throat before calling out, "Mom? Can Wyatt and I go out front and toss a ball around?"
Phoebe looked up and nodded, "Be careful and no-"
"Powers, we know mom." C.J. concluded, giving her a dimpled smile as he ducked away again.
"See, that's more like it. Why can't the others be like him?" Piper asked, motioning to the spot where C.J. just vacated.
"What about Ben? He's a sweet little kid." Phoebe asked, swiping up some egg off the counter.
"Ben?"
"Yes, Benjamin, one of my many sons?" Phoebe repeated.
"I know who he is Phoebe…Paige, Leo!" Piper shouted, a broom and mop occupying both hands.
Paige and Leo orbed in side by side, bickering over something unknown to the other sisters. Phoebe glanced at Piper before shrugging and resuming the task of scraping a yellow substance off the microwave.
"Please help." Piper stated, waving her hand at the mess.
Leo nodded and grabbed a broom whereas Paige groaned and grabbed the mop.
"What's the fighting over?" asked Phoebe without turning around.
"I thought Peyton did something, but it turns out your precious little Cain did it."
Paige claimed sarcastically, starting her task of mopping the floor.
"What happened?" Phoebe asked, turning around exhaustedly.
"Cain decided it would be fun to take all of my makeup and paint a mural of something all over my wall." Paige muttered.
"How do you know it was Cain? Although I don't doubt it was a Turner-Halliwell child who did it." Piper asked.
"I just found Cain sleeping on the couch covered in makeup, speaking of which, someone needs to wash him up." Paige added, cocking her head to the side.
Phoebe sighed before calling out, "Cole!"
Cole orbed in, a worried expression on his handsome visage. He looked around sheepishly as everyone glared at him.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"Cain, covered in makeup, bathe him. Thank you." Phoebe stated quickly, resuming her cleaning.
Cole threw his hands up and sighed, turning on his heel to exit the room. He entered the living room and spotted his second eldest son sleeping peacefully on the couch, and sure enough he had makeup all over his face, hands and khaki short clad legs.
Cole gently picked him up and carried him up the stairs, readying the bath with the sleeping boy in his arms. When it was warm enough Cole gently jostled the boy awake.
"Cain? Wake up sleepyhead, you need a bath and a stern talking too."
Cain grimaced and shook his head, yawning as his father placed him in the bath carefully. Cole proceeded to wash him with a soft washcloth, dabbing at the young boys chin to rid of the blush that appeared there. Cole sighed once more, watching Cain reminded him of the boy's namesake, Cole's eldest son whom the Source's minions killed at least nine years before.
"Alright, now the stern talking to…" Cole muttered to his eight-year-old son, toweling his damp brown hair off lightly before wrapping him up tightly in it.
Cole picked the towel wrapped boy up and cradled him on his hip as he drained the rainbow colored water from the bathtub. Afterwards, Cole sat on the edge of the tub and placed Cain on his lap, facing him with a firm look.
"Cain, what you did was very, very bad."
"I know, I was going to tell Aunt Paige sorry but she was not here."
"Alright, well go tell her sorry right now and promise to never do it again, understand?" Cole asked his tone firm but his blue eyes gentle as he talked to his son.
"Okay." Cain murmured hopping of his father's leg with the towel wrapped around his shiny, wet body securely.
Cole sighed and placed his right hand on the back of his neck, massaging the tense muscle before he ran both hands over his face, scrubbing it with the palms of his hands in an exhausted fashion.
Nine years, it had been nine years since the death of Cain and himself…if it hadn't been for Leo Wyatt, Cole wouldn't be here now as a White Lighter for Phoebe and his children.
Cole Turner collapsed on his large bed beside his wife, Phoebe, after he had finished putting to bed the rambunctious Turner Twins. Cole yawned and turned to lie on his stomach, thrusting his arms underneath his pillow as he tucked it tightly against his head, fatigue. Phoebe glanced over and chuckled to herself, standing up in order to take off Cole's shoes.
"Phoebe…why?" he mumbled, his head buried in soft pillow.
"Why what, Cole?" she asked as she proceeded to take off his shoes.
"Why did we have so many?"
Phoebe laughed and shrugged as she pulled the second shoe off, "Because we love it each other so much we wanted to share it with as many people as we could?"
"Can we return them?" he asked, laughing when Phoebe hit him on the shoulder.
"Cole Turner!" she exclaimed playfully, giggling when he sat up and placed her on his lap when he turned around, his strong body able to hold the added weight of her recent pregnancy.
"Did I say something?" he asked, smirking.
"Nope, you haven't said it yet." She feigned being hurt.
"What, you mean I love you with all my heart?"
"That's it." She whispered as she leaned forward and proceeded to kiss her exhausted husband passionately.
"Daddy?" a voice called out from the doorway.
Phoebe sighed against Cole's mouth, pulling away to see young Benjamin standing in the doorway with tears in his large gray eyes. She slowly pulled herself off Cole's lap so that the attractive man could console his child, all the children seemingly favoring him the most.
"What is it, Benji?" he asked gently, exhaustion clear in his voice as he leaned down to face his black haired son.
"I can't sleep, can you tell me another story?" the young boy asked, clutching a stuffed animal dog, the nose missing and one glass eye scratched across the surface.
"Another story? Are you sure?" Cole asked, picking Ben up and cuddling him close to his chest.
"Yeah, I can't sleep without your stories…" murmured Ben, yawning as Cole looked back at Phoebe with a lost expression before he orbed himself and Ben back towards the young boy's room.
"I'll tell you one more, but we have to be quiet since your brothers are sleeping, okay?" Cole murmured to Ben as he placed his son on the bottom bunk of one of the two bunk beds that was visible the large room.
The room contained two large bunk beds, one across from the other, and one single bed directly across the room upon entering it for C.J. The twins slept on the right side whereas Cain and Ben slept on the right bunk bed. Cole sat beside his son as he tucked Ben into bed, then he laid back himself.
Suddenly two identical heads popped up beside Cole, both little figures kneeling on the floor. Cole jumped and gave the twins a stern look.
"We want to hear a story too, daddy." They both said in unison as they climbed onto Ben's bunk and made themselves comfortable on Cole's outstretched legs.
Cole sighed and was about to begin his story when Cain suddenly shimmered in the bed as well; Cole looked around in the dimly lit room and smirked. Cain and Ben lie on each side of Cole, his strong arms wrapped around them whereas the twins wrapped themselves around his legs. C.J. remained asleep in his single bed at the back of the room. Cole sighed once more and shook his head, "Okay, can I start now?"
They all nodded and looked at him with brightly lit eyes, all smiling as Cole began his well-known tale of romance, betrayal and death.
"Okay, one time there was this big bad demon named-"
"Belthazor!" exclaimed Ben.
"Right, and Belthazor was the Source's right hand man. That means that he did everything the Source told him to do."
"Like a servant?" asked Cain, wide eyed.
"Something like that," Cole mused, smiling, "Then one day the Triad gave Belthazor a big assignment…he had to kill the Charmed Ones and steal their book."
"The Book of Shadows." The twins said in awe.
"That's correct. So one day Belthazor, in his human form, met one of the Charmed Ones at a crime scene. He thought she looked beautiful."
"I thought demons couldn't feel emotions like that, daddy?" Ben questioned.
"They can't, but this demon could because he was half-human."
The children looked up at him shocked, although they heard this story many times before, they couldn't help their innocent amazement.
"So what happened?" Cain pressed.
"Well Belthazor started to date the witch, trying kill her but he never could. He loved the witch too much. So the evil Triad tried to kill him, but instead Belthazor killed the Triad."
"But he can't do that!" exclaimed Ben, horrified.
"Oh, he can. However, he did and he went to live with his girlfriend Witch, although bounty hunters kept trying to kill him. A lot of things happened before your Aunt Prue died, and she never liked Belthazor in his human form anyway. But Belthazor's Witch was really sad…so was the other sister."
"Then Paige came along!" chipped in Cain.
"Yes, then we met Paige. She was a Charmed One too, but she never liked Belthazor, she was disagreeable with Belthazor…in fact she helped kill him in the end. Twice actually."
"Belthazor died twice?"
"Yes he did, you know what this story is way too long…maybe I should finish it some other time since I can't stop yawning and the twins already fell asleep."
It was true; the adorable, high-spirited Turner Twins were sprawled over their father's legs asleep. Cole chuckled and ran a hand through his dark hair.
"Are you Belthazor, daddy?" Cain asked quietly.
Cole nodded and said, "I was once, and I'm not anymore."
"Good, because Belthazor sounds really mean."
"He was…" Cole whispered, after a few minutes of silence Cole glanced at the two boys he had his arms wrapped around, noting that they were asleep. Cole sighed and lay his head back on Ben's pillow, closing his eyes and allowing the welcoming darkness of sleep overtake him in the warm bed.
"Cole are you done ye-"
Phoebe paused in the doorway, her mouth slightly parted in adoration at the sight before her. She shook her head gently and placed a hand over her heart, a smile on her pink glossed lips as she shut the bedroom door, cloaking the room in complete darkness.
"Family update time!" shouted Piper as she made her way down the stairs the next morning, most of the children awake and running about as the adults were just getting up.
Every few months, Piper liked to get the entire family together to discuss their powers, mostly to see if anyone had gained a new power or an upgrade of one and to encourage the younger children not to use or discuss their powers in public.
There were a lot of audible moans and groans from the children as they trudged
Unwillingly towards the living room, the living room the same as nine years ago save for the fact that it was expanded to make room for the additions to the growing family.
Cole yawned and scratched his head, mussing up his dark hair even further, unsure as to why some of the children were giggling at his disheveled state as he found himself lying on the nearest couch as he waited for the others to come in.
"Julian and John Turner, you heard me! You better get in there right now or-"
"I got it Aunt Piper." C.J. interrupted as he scooped the wriggling twins into his arms and carried them into the living room easily. Piper sighed and followed her nephew in. Leo and Paige entered last, Leo sitting on the floor with his back pressed against a sofa whereas Paige opted for lying face down on the floor surrounded by children.
"Alright everyone, settle down please!" Piper shouted, raising her hands for effect, sure it would scare the younger kids, "Okay, C.J. start, please."
C.J. stood up, his tall for his age, as he ran a hand through his dark hair once more, "I'm C.J. Turner Halliwell, I'm ten and my powers still include shimmering, energy balls, and super strength since our last meeting."
"Thank you C.J., now Cain it's your turn." Piper motioned to the half-asleep boy.
"My name is," he yawned widely before continuing, "Cain, I am eight and my powers are shimmering, healing, levitation, and the explosion."
"Benji your turn."
Ben stood up and rubbed his eyes tiredly as he said, "I'm Benjamin, I'm seven years old and my powers are shimmering, premonition, and energy balls."
"Thank you, now it's Julian then John…understand John?" Piper stated firmly, eyeing the hyper twins wearily.
John nodded enthusiastically, while Julian stood and pointed to himself proudly, "I'm Julian, I am four years old and my powers are shimmering, energy balls, and healing. This is John, he's my brother."
The others laughed good-naturedly as John stood up and pointed to himself in the same manner as his brother just had, "My name is John, not Julian. I am four years old too, but mommy told me that I'm younger by three minutes, that's why Julian gets to go first. My powers are the same too, like Julian because he's my twin brother."
Phoebe chuckled at her youngest son's antics before turning her attention to Wyatt, the eldest Wyatt-Halliwell born. He shook his blonde hair away from his eyes as he too yawned and stood before the family.
"My name is Wyatt Halliwell, I'm ten years old and my powers include Orbing, healing, and freezing. Nothing has changed since our last meeting, mom, can I please go back to bed?"
Piper shook her head and pointed to Peyton, "It's your turn sweetie."
Peyton stood and pulled her brown hair away from her face, smiling widely as she said, "My name is Peyton and I am eight years old. I can heal people, orb places, and move things with my mind like this." She waved a hand at a throw pillow, giggling when it went flying and hit a half asleep Cole in the face, causing him to sit up quickly confused.
"Sorry Uncle Cole."
Cole shook his head and shrugged, lying down once more as Melinda stood to take her turn. "My name is Melinda and I'm five years old. I can do stuff like orbing, flying and astral projecting."
"Levitation, honey, not flying." Leo called out from the floor.
"That's what I said daddy."
Cole sighed and burrowed his head in the pillow that was thrown at him. Phoebe laughed and lay beside him on the couch, resting her head on his rising and falling chest comfortably as she fought the strong to fall asleep.
"So nobody's powers changed?" Piper asked after everyone was through.
"No Aunt Piper, that's what we've been trying to tell you." Scoffed C.J., his attractive face one of pure annoyance at his favorite Aunt.
"Alright, Mr. Smarty Pants. Well, so long as you all know not to use your powers or talk about them outside of this house then we can all go and eat."
The children all shouted and darted out of the room quickly whereas the adults looked like they had fallen asleep wherever they have sat, leaned, knelt or lie.
TBC...
Please review, I have no idea where this is going yet. But I'm thinking about it.