A/N: Here's a story that I've been toying with. Not your typical Phoebe/Cole love story, this will be a bit different, and more Cole-centric. It won't be very long, probably 3-4 chapters long.
Disclaimer: I don't own Charmed or its characters
February 16th 1924
As hard as he tried, he couldn't escape this city. Belthazor stood in the shadows of the Golden Gate Bridge and stared out at the Bay. He hated this place so much. It was the only place he felt pain, human pain.
He had grown up in Europe, France mostly, as his mother had kept him away from the Source. A half human would never have survived under such a purist, she had told him. But the Source had been overthrown, and the new Source had many plans. The plans were based around power, and he didn't care who had it. Once he had learned of Belthazor, a new idea formed in his head. Belthazor and his mother were summoned to the Underworld, and Belthazor was quickly sent on his way up the hierarchy. He enjoyed the life of a hit man. The pleasure of the kill, was matched by the pleasure of moving from place to place, never long enough for his human side to form any attachment. But now there was a new plan. A plan involving San Francisco, and he could no longer run away from the memories.
A green demon shimmered in beside him. She opens her arms, and envelops Belthazor in a hug.
"My, Belthazor, look at you! You've grown so powerful!" she crooned. "Welcome home."
"It is good to see you too, Mother," Belthazor replied.
"I'm so proud of you. Part of the Brotherhood of the Thorn! You will be the Source's right hand in no time. You have been briefed on your new assignment?"
"Yes Mother. I will join UCSF law school this fall. I am to find accommodation, and create an identity here before then."
"Perfect. To think your human half is an asset! Your father would have been proud that you're going to law school."
Belthazor growled. There was that pang again. As much as he could suppress his human half, that was one thing he could never stop. He hated this city. He could never forget his father here.
"Oh for hell's sake, control yourself Belthazor. Remember, no weaknesses. Now the Source has a second job for you. Here." She passed him a folder. He scanned through it and his eyebrows rose in surprise.
"A warlock? Attempting to gain such power? This is acceptable to the Source?" Belthazor asked shocked.
"Ours is not to question," his mother admonished. "The Source wants that coven severed, one way or another. Your role is to oversee the warlock's plans, and ensure that the witches do not reunite. This is very important to the Source."
"It shall be done, Mother."
The next day, Cole Turner stood outside the burgundy house on Prescott Street. He watched as a couple passionately kissed against one of the walls. As the woman walked inside, he joined the man on the porch.
"So you have bedded the witch, Anton. Are you in love?" Cole smirked at the warlock.
"Belthazor, it's an honour," Anton bowed his head. "No I don't love the witch. I am a warlock after all. I merely love her body, and her power. But enough about me, what is it that I can do for you, and the Source?" Cole's eyes narrowed. He didn't trust this guy at all, but he decided to listen to his mother, and follow the Source's orders.
"I'm new to this town, and I needed to assimilate. I was curious about this speakeasy. I thought it wise to mingle with the mortals here." He clapped Anton on the back. "Don't worry, I have no interest in your witch."
Anton looked at him suspiciously, but shrugged and walked down the steps to the street. "I will see you later Belthazor. Enjoy yourself. This is a fun town."
Cole watched his retreating back, and walked inside. He observed men and women enjoying themselves. There was a fortune teller in one corner, and a photographer working, all set to the background music of a piano melody. He leaned against a wall, just watching the action unfold, as a woman in a red dress rushed past him.
His eyes were drawn to her perfect body, and they crept up her long slender legs, noticing her hour-glass figure, her well endowed chest and landed on her beautiful face. As he was captivated by her beauty, he realised this was Anton's witch. Their eyes connected, just for a second, and he felt his heart jump. It was a strange feeling, far from the lust he had experienced thus far in his life. Maybe he had to work harder to control his human half. Or maybe there was something about her... He shook his head. Anton claimed her first. Maybe in another life.
He watched the witch meet with another woman in a blue dress. At that exact moment he sensed Anton return. Cole noticed he had taken the face of another man, and was talking to a third woman. Suddenly, the pleasant environment soured, and chaos ensued. Anton revealed himself, and knocked out the piano player. The crowd began to flee, and Cole moved with them, before making himself invisible, allowing him to watch undetected.
Anton and his witch appeared to have the upper hand, when the momentum swung. Anton was trapped under a grandfather clock, and his witch was being choked by the other two. Cole considered stepping in. But it was his job to see this coven split. While the original plan was for the other two to die, the Source had made it clear that as long as one of the witches was killed, the plan would be a success. It didn't hurt that Anton would be vanquished too.
The two good witches said a spell, and the third struggled before finally being vanquished. Cole felt a sharp pain in his chest. A stabbing that tore his heart. He clutched his chest and dropped to his knees, still invisible. Before he could cry out, he managed to shimmer himself to a corner of the Underworld, where he let out an anguished scream. What was that pain he had felt? It was worse than even the pain of losing his father. Who was that witch?
Tell me what you think!
