Disclaimer: I don't own charmed or the characters
summary: Melinda Halliwell falls for a resurrected Cole. But is he using her to get to her aunt Phoebe?
Melinda Halliwell turned in her bed for the thousandth time. This was the second night she had tried to force herself to stay awake at the expense
of her sanity. She didn't want to dream. Her dreams bought him. She sighed and reached over to turn on her lamp. Don't think of him! She scolded
herself. But it was no use. Images of curly black hair crossed her vision. Cold dark eyes flickered through her head. What was his name again?
Melinda thought. Giving up on her earlier notion to get him out of her head. But i need to think of him to drive him out of my mind. She thought,
trying to not feel guilty for doing it. Liar! Her brain screamed. She groaned and turned on her tv. An old movie was playing and she angrily flipped
through the channels. Boring old movies did nothing to curb her thoughts. In fact, they were so boring she just had to think of something else to
entertain her. So she thought of what everyone else in the manor was doing in their own rooms. They're sleep you idiot its 3 in the morning. Her
brain hissed. Mom, dad, Chris and Wyatt all having normal dreams while i get seduced by some hot stranger. She thought bitterly. Not that she
minded. At eighteen Melinda had had her fair share of lovers. Of course, none of them had gone as far past heavily making out but still. She was
a woman with needs now. Melinda got out of bed and walked over to her mirror. Her long black hair was perfectly in place. That's because you
brushed it two hundred times to avoid falling asleep. Her head reminded her. She ignored it. Melinda quickly threw on a long skirt and a tank top
and climbed out her window. A walk would surely calm her and keep her awake. It always did. Normal eighteen year old women would have to
worry about being raped,robbed,or killed walking around that time of night,but melinda wasn't a normal girl. She was a witch. Although her
powers weren't nearly as strong as the rest of her families. Wyatt and Chris, her brothers, were half witch and half whitelighter. But when
Melinda was conceived their father had been given up his whitelighter powers so it wasn't in her blood. She couldn't orb like her brothers. What
she could do was perform telekinesis, like her deceased aunt Prue. Thats the only power that she held so far. But her aunt Phoebe assured her
that that wouldn't be the only power that she would develop. And Melinda was glad. As fun as it was to move objects with her mind she could
use another power any day now. It was just fun. She laughed to herself. Her mother would flip out whenever she described magic as fun. Piper
Halliwell had always been hesitant when it came to the witch side of the family. She had always wanted to be normal. But Melinda craved power.
I must be part demon. She mused. Melinda had barely seen a demon in her life. Sure she had heard of them, and their fights against the infamous
charmed ones. But now they rarely came to their home as they did before Melinda was born. When they did drop by she was ordered to her
room by the rest of the family as they fought and had all the excitement. At least she wasn't the only one. Her uncle Henry was human and
couldn't do much. Not true. She thought. Uncle Henry is also a cop and a strong one at that. Melinda sighed, she felt so useless. "I'm powerless to
help my family and deal with a stupid dream." She muttered to herself bitterly. "Whats wrong with the pretty little girl?" Melinda's head snapped
up as she saw a tall dark haired man sneering at her from down the alley she was walking in. "Did you lose your mommy, child?" Melinda glared at
the man. "I would watch my mouth if I were you." She shot back. The man raised his brow. "What are you gonna do, tell your mommy?" He
laughed. The man stepped forward. "Don't come any closer!" She cried. He laughed again. "Don't be like that, I just want to get to know you."
The man ran his tongue across his lips. Her mother had told her not to use her powers on humans. But this guy deserved it. Melinda raised her
hand and summoned a deserted tire laying on the ground at the guy's head. It hit its target perfectly."Bitch!" He cried in pain. She smirked. Her
face fell when his hand lit up to form a ball made out of fire. "Demon." She whispered. The ball disappeared from his hand. "You know what I am?"
Melinda stayed silent as he went on. "You must be a witch then. He began pacing and staring at her. Melinda was ready to throw something
else at him when he finally stopped walking and smiled. "You looked a little familiar. Just like your bitch of a mother." Melinda frowned. "The child
of a charmed one. Do you know how much money I can make off you in the underworld?" Melinda froze. He was planning to take her and then
sell her? She had to get out of there. She backed away. "Don't be scared." He stared at her a moment longer. "Better yet, do you know how high
up I would be if I mate with you and bring you back as my wife? That did it. Melinda ran. There was no way she was going to stand there waiting
for him to rape then marry her. No fucking way. As she ran she barely heard him running behind her. I escaped him. She thought. But suddenly he
shimmered in front of her, and she screamed as her body ran into his. He pulled her close to him and grinned. "where did you think you were
going whore?" Melinda beat her hands against his chest while he laughed at her weak attempts to get away. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He said
acidly. She had to escape. She felt sick to her stomach when she heard him unzip his pants. I gotta get away! She thought desperately. There
was never a time on her life when she wanted to be somewhere else. Out of nowhere a tingling feeling traveled up her body, and melinda felt as
if she were floating. She looked around fearfully. Instead of being in the demons arms she was at a bar. It looked empty of all people except for a
bartender that had just disappeared into the back and a lone man with a glass of whiskey with his back turned to her. "Help me!" She cried. She
rushed to the man's side. "This guy tried to attack me and." Melinda was cut short when the man turned to face her. His eyes widened. "You!"
He chocked out. She backed away. Her head was swirling in confusion. She was asleep and dreaming. There was no way this could have been
real. He was sitting in front of her. The guy that had plagued her dreams for weeks. But it wasn't a dream. The demon still had melinda in his arms
while she lay motionless on the ground. From his view it looked as if she had merely fainted. But she had no idea of this as she stared into her
dream lovers face. "This is a dream." She whispered to him. He stood up and looked her up and down. "I hope not." He answered back. She
felt herself blushing. "Melinda, I haven't seen you for days. Afraid to dream of me again?" She glared at him. "How is it that you can make me
dream of you?" She asked, suspiciously. He stepped forward and tried to touch her cheek. But melinda's body flickered. They both stared down
in confusion. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled, and then she was back. Alone with the demon. He smirked at her. "I see you've woken up."
She grimaced as he whispered in her ear. "I wouldn't want you to miss your first time with your husband." Melinda screamed for help. Hoping
anyone else walking would hear her. A cold slap to the face shocked her. "Shut up!" He hissed. She whined as his hands caressed her body. She
prepared herself to be violated when a body slammed against the demon, pushing him off her. Melinda sat up and coughed. Someone was
kicking the crap out of the demon. She sighed in relief. Melinda squinted as the demon burst into flames and her savior limped over into view.
She gasped. "How did, How did you, Where did I." He interrupted her. "When I tried to touch you in the bar you faded away. You must have
astral projected." Melinda looked wary."You know about powers?" He nodded. "I had them once myself. Until I lost them." She stared into his
eyes. "Whats your name?" He stared back at her. "Cole." Melinda nodded. "I couldn't remember when you told me the first time." He pretended
to look offended. "You forgot my name? Don't I feel used." She laughed. A good sense of humor. I like that. The morning light distracted her. "Shit."
She muttered. "I better get home. Thanks again." She backed away, never taking her eyes off him. "I'll see you soon." He rambled on. "Maybe
in your dreams or something." Melinda smiled and ran back to her house. For once, looking forward to sleep. Unknowing to her when she faded
from Cole's view he took one last look at the spot where he killed the demon and shimmered away.