Disclaimer: I don't own the idea to the 'Interview with the demon' story. I was inspired by the movie 'Interview with the vampire' which is directed by Neil Jordan. Maybe he owns it? I don't know. I don't own it anyway. Neither do I own Cole Turner or other characters from 'Charmed'. But I do own Jack Fletchell. And please. Don't sue me. I don't have much to give you, really.
Story: This is part one of a series. It's posted here to reveal the mystery of Cole's past. To celebrate the wonderful character Julian MacMahon portrayed. Almost Cole's entire past was cut out of the show. There have been many suggestions to what really happened. This is my story of it. I know, it's been done many times before. But never like this.
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INTERVIEW WITH THE DEMON: The Cole Chronicles
Prologue
It was a night like any other, in the busy outparts of New York City. Rain drumming upon the many umbrellas of the people wondering the flooded sidewalks. People rushing the streets like brainwashed zombies, all of them caught in their own problems. None of them caring even for a second, about anyone else but themselves. Understandably, no one noticed the man looking down upon them from his window. Watching them pass by, like meaningless numbers, without worth and without names.
The man looked to be in his late thirty's. He carried his tall, well-fit body with pride and honour. Wearing a pair of high class, light-grey pants, neatly tucked at place by an even more expensive leather-belt. A black, tight polo sweater, classy revealed his muscular chest with its soft fabric resting casually against his skin. On top of that, he wore a jacket of the same color and model as his grey, matching pants.
He titled his face proudly as he stared outside the window, revealing its gracious chin. The evident jawline lead up to his professionally trimmed side burns, blending perfectly together with his darkbrown hair. In dark places, where no light could reflect its color, it seemed almost black. You could tell it had been raining outside from the raindrops, still clinging onto his hair, shaping it in a way that revealed his natural curls. Something he had tried to hide by never letting it grow to long, keeping it at a length of four centimetres. His hair was thick but you could still tell he had lost some of it in the ageing process, though there was still plenty left. Enough to keep his entire skull covered with it.
At the end of his large forehead, his brows casually rested above his bright-blue eyes. Not clear-blue, but still blue. They hid a kind of wisdom thirty years could not be responsible of. They hid the story of this man's life. For they contained a depth the deepest ocean couldn't compete with. Showed a calm the calmest sea could not add up to. And yet, there was something wild and exiting about them. Their secure gaze invited you for the ride of your life, if you were prepared for it.
Below his eyes, in-between them, a masculine nose was placed. It had a rough look to it, not revealing his nostrils, as it the same time, looked very smooth and graceful. You could see the nose belonged to a handsome man - not a petite woman. The line, connecting the bottom of his nose to the top of his upper lip, was deep and visible. A characteristic feature to the man's face.
He slowly parted his lips from each other. The lower lip being bigger and fuller then the one that had rested on top of it. It was obvious he was planning on saying something.
"So, you want me to tell you the story of my life?" The man asked in a relaxed tone of voice that still revealed a hint of pride behind his words.
Behind him, another man observed him from the table he was seated by. He looked to be around the same age as the man at the window. Only different from him, in almost every way. His body formed a much shorter and weaker structure. He was the kind of man who had paid his bills with the skills of his mind, not his body. He wore a waist-short black leather-jacket. Raindrops on its shoulders told that he too, had recently been outdoors.
In opposite of the taller man, his hair was a much brighter color than his. Mostly very light-brown, with parts of blond hair sticking up here and there to expose the fact that he had been blond as a child. Another thing that made him different was his eyes. The color was hazel-brown and their look had a much more curious, almost childish gaze. Not at all the same secure and calm as the other man's. His features were in all the ways smaller than his taller opposite. But at the same time they were much sharper than his.
He also lacked the kind of patience the man by the window mastered, and swiftly smoked his cigarette as he answered the man's question.
"I do." He admitted as he reached inside his bag for his items.
"Why?" The other man wondered.
"Cause it's my job." He explained, thinking of the question as rather stupid. "It's what I do. I uh... I interview people."
"And you wanna interview me?" The man asked another question. Questions his opposite wasn't used to answering. He was the interviewer. He usually asked all the questions.
"Yes." He answered a bit dumbfounded. "You seemed interesting." He added as he placed a small tape-recorder on the table in front of him.
"Hm.." The man by the window responded.
"So." The man at the table said as he pushed in the 'record' button on the recorder. "What's your name?" He opened the interview.
"Cole Turner." The man by the window answered. "What's yours?"
Again, he was rather surprised to receive another question. But this one was, luckily very easy to answer.
"Jack Fletchell."
"Nice meeting you, Jack." Cole said.
Jack found it hard to believe, since the man still had his back turned towards him, absently staring out the window. The friendly words sort of lost their meaning.
"So, Cole - If you don't mind me calling you that?" Jack asked swiftly, eager to carry on with the interview.
"I don't mind." Cole answered, a bit surprised by the man asking him for permission. He did not strike him to be that type of person.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer." Cole told him from the window.
"Huh." Jack said. "So I assume this place is yours, then?" He added as he mentioned to the fancy flat he found himself in.
It was rather big, with very few rooms. Everything was very open and roomy. The incredibly clean kitchen, where nearly everything was made of stainless steel, beautifully melted together with the living room they recently were in. Designers furniture was professionally placed around the flat, everything having a modern, yet classic look to it. Art and paintings decorated the walls, every single one of them looked even more valuable than the other. The windows in the living room looked big and costly, reaching all the way from the ceiling to the floor. Jack had never seen such shiny windows in his entire life. Thin drapes in a silver-grey color, separated them from one another to give the place a more inhabited feeling.
Though he couldn't spot a bed anywhere. Must have meant the bedroom was a room of its own. And well of course, the bathroom. You couldn't keep everything out in public. Even at a rich place like this one, you still had to keep a little privacy. But all and all, the flat looked very expensive. Jack dared barely move, afraid to accidentally break something unreplaceable.
"It is." Cole answered, still not turning around.
"Then you must be doing pretty well, financially." Jack said, in more of a statement then a question.
"I am." Cole answered flatly.
"Huh.. So you wanna tell me what your big secret as a lawyer is? I mean.." Jack felt the need to explain his question. "To be doing this well."
Cole smiled quietly to himself as he stared out the window. He knew his answer would surprise his guest more than he was prepared for.
"I'm a demon." Cole said simply.
Jack was just about to knock the ash off his cigarette when Cole's answer froze him in his actions. This man had not appeared to him as a loony.
"A demon? What? You mean this literally?"
"I'm a demonic lawyer." Cole explained shortly.
"Well of course." Jack mumbled. "Aren't they all?"
"I don't think you understand." Cole said as he turned around from the window where he had been standing. "I'm not like most people you've met." He said, slowly trying to explain the complexity of his being.
Jack turned his head to be able to face Cole as he was talking to him.
"How so?" Jack asked. For some reason, he was very interested in this man's story. He had one of those distinct feelings. The ones you can't really explain, you just.. know.
Cole thought about how to put it. How was he suppose to explain his complicated life to a mere human?
"I'm not mortal."
"So that makes you, what? Immortal?" Jack asked, trying to keep up with the insane information he was receiving.
"No." Cole said. "I can die, just like you and everybody else. But it won't be of age."
"Huh.." Jack said to himself as he took a smoke from his cigarette, contemplating the information.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Cole asked, sensing the man didn't take him seriously.
"Well, I don't know." Jack replied truthfully. "I've never met a demon before."
Cole had to choke a smile to not expose to the man what he was about to do. But if this interview was going to head anywhere further. He had to gain Jack's trust.
Then there, right before Jack's eyes, Cole ceased existing. His body just disappeared, leaving behind what looked to be some faint vision of his former self, which too, only a second later, vanished.
"Most people haven't." Cole's voice startled Jack, seeing as it came from behind him. Cole smiled at his success. He had gotten the man's attention. Perhaps now, they could begin the interview.
Jack swiftly turned around, to control if he had in fact heard right. To his confusion, he had. Cole had, unbelievably, appeared right behind him. Jack rapidly searched his mind for a logical explanation for this action. However, nothing could explain the event his eyes had just witnessed. He was stunned.
"How'd you do that?" Jack asked, his words just stumbling out his mouth. He was obviously still in chock from what just happened.
"I shimmered." Cole said, as if it was the most natural thing in life.
"You.. you shimmered?" Jack asked, confused. It was a feeling that was very unfamiliar to him. He was a man who liked to have everything under control. This - he did not handle very well.
"Yes, it's a way of transporting from one place to another." Cole explained, realising he had to take it one step at a time. But then again, how do you explain magic? "It's one of my powers." Cole finished as he walked past Jack to have a seat in front of him.
"Your powers?" Jack felt incredibly stupid, continuously repeating Cole's words.
"Yes." Cole confirmed him. "All demons have powers."
"What kind of powers?" Jack asked, deeply interested in what Cole's answer would be.
"Magical powers. Of course, most demons have different powers. And demons have different amount of powers. There are lower-level demons and upper-level demons. Like.." Cole stopped for a second to try and find the words to explain its meaning. "Like rankings."
Jack just sat there, staring at the man who sat on the opposite side of the table. Jack had a look on his face Cole couldn't help to smile about. This would take a while, Cole suspected.
"We can't begin like this." Cole realised. "I should probably begin from the beginning."
"Probably." Jack agreed, still not moving a muscle in his face.
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That was the beginning. Please review me and tell me what you think of it. If people don't want this story here - I won't post it here. I already have several stories to update and care for. So I won't start another unless you are entirely sure you want me to.
Story: This is part one of a series. It's posted here to reveal the mystery of Cole's past. To celebrate the wonderful character Julian MacMahon portrayed. Almost Cole's entire past was cut out of the show. There have been many suggestions to what really happened. This is my story of it. I know, it's been done many times before. But never like this.
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INTERVIEW WITH THE DEMON: The Cole Chronicles
Prologue
It was a night like any other, in the busy outparts of New York City. Rain drumming upon the many umbrellas of the people wondering the flooded sidewalks. People rushing the streets like brainwashed zombies, all of them caught in their own problems. None of them caring even for a second, about anyone else but themselves. Understandably, no one noticed the man looking down upon them from his window. Watching them pass by, like meaningless numbers, without worth and without names.
The man looked to be in his late thirty's. He carried his tall, well-fit body with pride and honour. Wearing a pair of high class, light-grey pants, neatly tucked at place by an even more expensive leather-belt. A black, tight polo sweater, classy revealed his muscular chest with its soft fabric resting casually against his skin. On top of that, he wore a jacket of the same color and model as his grey, matching pants.
He titled his face proudly as he stared outside the window, revealing its gracious chin. The evident jawline lead up to his professionally trimmed side burns, blending perfectly together with his darkbrown hair. In dark places, where no light could reflect its color, it seemed almost black. You could tell it had been raining outside from the raindrops, still clinging onto his hair, shaping it in a way that revealed his natural curls. Something he had tried to hide by never letting it grow to long, keeping it at a length of four centimetres. His hair was thick but you could still tell he had lost some of it in the ageing process, though there was still plenty left. Enough to keep his entire skull covered with it.
At the end of his large forehead, his brows casually rested above his bright-blue eyes. Not clear-blue, but still blue. They hid a kind of wisdom thirty years could not be responsible of. They hid the story of this man's life. For they contained a depth the deepest ocean couldn't compete with. Showed a calm the calmest sea could not add up to. And yet, there was something wild and exiting about them. Their secure gaze invited you for the ride of your life, if you were prepared for it.
Below his eyes, in-between them, a masculine nose was placed. It had a rough look to it, not revealing his nostrils, as it the same time, looked very smooth and graceful. You could see the nose belonged to a handsome man - not a petite woman. The line, connecting the bottom of his nose to the top of his upper lip, was deep and visible. A characteristic feature to the man's face.
He slowly parted his lips from each other. The lower lip being bigger and fuller then the one that had rested on top of it. It was obvious he was planning on saying something.
"So, you want me to tell you the story of my life?" The man asked in a relaxed tone of voice that still revealed a hint of pride behind his words.
Behind him, another man observed him from the table he was seated by. He looked to be around the same age as the man at the window. Only different from him, in almost every way. His body formed a much shorter and weaker structure. He was the kind of man who had paid his bills with the skills of his mind, not his body. He wore a waist-short black leather-jacket. Raindrops on its shoulders told that he too, had recently been outdoors.
In opposite of the taller man, his hair was a much brighter color than his. Mostly very light-brown, with parts of blond hair sticking up here and there to expose the fact that he had been blond as a child. Another thing that made him different was his eyes. The color was hazel-brown and their look had a much more curious, almost childish gaze. Not at all the same secure and calm as the other man's. His features were in all the ways smaller than his taller opposite. But at the same time they were much sharper than his.
He also lacked the kind of patience the man by the window mastered, and swiftly smoked his cigarette as he answered the man's question.
"I do." He admitted as he reached inside his bag for his items.
"Why?" The other man wondered.
"Cause it's my job." He explained, thinking of the question as rather stupid. "It's what I do. I uh... I interview people."
"And you wanna interview me?" The man asked another question. Questions his opposite wasn't used to answering. He was the interviewer. He usually asked all the questions.
"Yes." He answered a bit dumbfounded. "You seemed interesting." He added as he placed a small tape-recorder on the table in front of him.
"Hm.." The man by the window responded.
"So." The man at the table said as he pushed in the 'record' button on the recorder. "What's your name?" He opened the interview.
"Cole Turner." The man by the window answered. "What's yours?"
Again, he was rather surprised to receive another question. But this one was, luckily very easy to answer.
"Jack Fletchell."
"Nice meeting you, Jack." Cole said.
Jack found it hard to believe, since the man still had his back turned towards him, absently staring out the window. The friendly words sort of lost their meaning.
"So, Cole - If you don't mind me calling you that?" Jack asked swiftly, eager to carry on with the interview.
"I don't mind." Cole answered, a bit surprised by the man asking him for permission. He did not strike him to be that type of person.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a lawyer." Cole told him from the window.
"Huh." Jack said. "So I assume this place is yours, then?" He added as he mentioned to the fancy flat he found himself in.
It was rather big, with very few rooms. Everything was very open and roomy. The incredibly clean kitchen, where nearly everything was made of stainless steel, beautifully melted together with the living room they recently were in. Designers furniture was professionally placed around the flat, everything having a modern, yet classic look to it. Art and paintings decorated the walls, every single one of them looked even more valuable than the other. The windows in the living room looked big and costly, reaching all the way from the ceiling to the floor. Jack had never seen such shiny windows in his entire life. Thin drapes in a silver-grey color, separated them from one another to give the place a more inhabited feeling.
Though he couldn't spot a bed anywhere. Must have meant the bedroom was a room of its own. And well of course, the bathroom. You couldn't keep everything out in public. Even at a rich place like this one, you still had to keep a little privacy. But all and all, the flat looked very expensive. Jack dared barely move, afraid to accidentally break something unreplaceable.
"It is." Cole answered, still not turning around.
"Then you must be doing pretty well, financially." Jack said, in more of a statement then a question.
"I am." Cole answered flatly.
"Huh.. So you wanna tell me what your big secret as a lawyer is? I mean.." Jack felt the need to explain his question. "To be doing this well."
Cole smiled quietly to himself as he stared out the window. He knew his answer would surprise his guest more than he was prepared for.
"I'm a demon." Cole said simply.
Jack was just about to knock the ash off his cigarette when Cole's answer froze him in his actions. This man had not appeared to him as a loony.
"A demon? What? You mean this literally?"
"I'm a demonic lawyer." Cole explained shortly.
"Well of course." Jack mumbled. "Aren't they all?"
"I don't think you understand." Cole said as he turned around from the window where he had been standing. "I'm not like most people you've met." He said, slowly trying to explain the complexity of his being.
Jack turned his head to be able to face Cole as he was talking to him.
"How so?" Jack asked. For some reason, he was very interested in this man's story. He had one of those distinct feelings. The ones you can't really explain, you just.. know.
Cole thought about how to put it. How was he suppose to explain his complicated life to a mere human?
"I'm not mortal."
"So that makes you, what? Immortal?" Jack asked, trying to keep up with the insane information he was receiving.
"No." Cole said. "I can die, just like you and everybody else. But it won't be of age."
"Huh.." Jack said to himself as he took a smoke from his cigarette, contemplating the information.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Cole asked, sensing the man didn't take him seriously.
"Well, I don't know." Jack replied truthfully. "I've never met a demon before."
Cole had to choke a smile to not expose to the man what he was about to do. But if this interview was going to head anywhere further. He had to gain Jack's trust.
Then there, right before Jack's eyes, Cole ceased existing. His body just disappeared, leaving behind what looked to be some faint vision of his former self, which too, only a second later, vanished.
"Most people haven't." Cole's voice startled Jack, seeing as it came from behind him. Cole smiled at his success. He had gotten the man's attention. Perhaps now, they could begin the interview.
Jack swiftly turned around, to control if he had in fact heard right. To his confusion, he had. Cole had, unbelievably, appeared right behind him. Jack rapidly searched his mind for a logical explanation for this action. However, nothing could explain the event his eyes had just witnessed. He was stunned.
"How'd you do that?" Jack asked, his words just stumbling out his mouth. He was obviously still in chock from what just happened.
"I shimmered." Cole said, as if it was the most natural thing in life.
"You.. you shimmered?" Jack asked, confused. It was a feeling that was very unfamiliar to him. He was a man who liked to have everything under control. This - he did not handle very well.
"Yes, it's a way of transporting from one place to another." Cole explained, realising he had to take it one step at a time. But then again, how do you explain magic? "It's one of my powers." Cole finished as he walked past Jack to have a seat in front of him.
"Your powers?" Jack felt incredibly stupid, continuously repeating Cole's words.
"Yes." Cole confirmed him. "All demons have powers."
"What kind of powers?" Jack asked, deeply interested in what Cole's answer would be.
"Magical powers. Of course, most demons have different powers. And demons have different amount of powers. There are lower-level demons and upper-level demons. Like.." Cole stopped for a second to try and find the words to explain its meaning. "Like rankings."
Jack just sat there, staring at the man who sat on the opposite side of the table. Jack had a look on his face Cole couldn't help to smile about. This would take a while, Cole suspected.
"We can't begin like this." Cole realised. "I should probably begin from the beginning."
"Probably." Jack agreed, still not moving a muscle in his face.
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That was the beginning. Please review me and tell me what you think of it. If people don't want this story here - I won't post it here. I already have several stories to update and care for. So I won't start another unless you are entirely sure you want me to.