~Part Three~
Phoebe looked around, dazed. She had only been up there once before, and that had been to stop a warlock who was going to kill all the whitelighters. She looked around her. To her left was Leo, who was staring at her intently. To her right were Them, and they were also looking at her. In front was Cole, who was battered and bruised from the hours of physical torment they had put him through. They began to question Phoebe.
"Do you know this demon?" They began.
"Yeah, Cole Turner. Or ummm," Phoebe stopped. If she told them, she would give away her secret.
"Or who. Phoebe Halliwell. Charmed Witch. The powers of premonition and levitation have been bestowed upon you. Who is this demon."
"Balthazor." Phoebe's voice came out in a whisper. "He's Balthazor."
"Phoebe!" They were amazed. It was amazing for Phoebe to see their reactions. They couldn't control themselves. They looked from face to face, trying to figure out what to do.
"Yeah. I know."
"Didn't you vanquish him?" They pressed on.
"No," a brief and sufficient answer was on Phoebe's part.
"What stopped you? Why did you lie to Prue and Piper? Why did you lie to your whitelighter, Leo?"
"t….l…" Phoebe muttered.
"What is that?"
"True. Love. I said TRUE LOVE. I love this man." Phoebe's answer was now fully answered and true.
"Ok. That was the answer we were looking for. We will now put both of you to the test. We are going to see if this demon is truly worth saving."
Cole ran towards Phoebe. Suddenly, her premonition came back to her. A lightning bolt came through the air, getting closer to Cole. "Nooo!" she yelled. She dodged forward and knocked Cole out of the way. The lightning struck her, right in the back. Phoebe fell, paralyzed to the ground.
"AAAAA!" Cole yelled, "That was a bolt meant for me. I cannot live if my true love dies." He ran towards the other side of the clouds, preparing to jump from them….
Phoebe looked around, dazed. She had only been up there once before, and that had been to stop a warlock who was going to kill all the whitelighters. She looked around her. To her left was Leo, who was staring at her intently. To her right were Them, and they were also looking at her. In front was Cole, who was battered and bruised from the hours of physical torment they had put him through. They began to question Phoebe.
"Do you know this demon?" They began.
"Yeah, Cole Turner. Or ummm," Phoebe stopped. If she told them, she would give away her secret.
"Or who. Phoebe Halliwell. Charmed Witch. The powers of premonition and levitation have been bestowed upon you. Who is this demon."
"Balthazor." Phoebe's voice came out in a whisper. "He's Balthazor."
"Phoebe!" They were amazed. It was amazing for Phoebe to see their reactions. They couldn't control themselves. They looked from face to face, trying to figure out what to do.
"Yeah. I know."
"Didn't you vanquish him?" They pressed on.
"No," a brief and sufficient answer was on Phoebe's part.
"What stopped you? Why did you lie to Prue and Piper? Why did you lie to your whitelighter, Leo?"
"t….l…" Phoebe muttered.
"What is that?"
"True. Love. I said TRUE LOVE. I love this man." Phoebe's answer was now fully answered and true.
"Ok. That was the answer we were looking for. We will now put both of you to the test. We are going to see if this demon is truly worth saving."
Cole ran towards Phoebe. Suddenly, her premonition came back to her. A lightning bolt came through the air, getting closer to Cole. "Nooo!" she yelled. She dodged forward and knocked Cole out of the way. The lightning struck her, right in the back. Phoebe fell, paralyzed to the ground.
"AAAAA!" Cole yelled, "That was a bolt meant for me. I cannot live if my true love dies." He ran towards the other side of the clouds, preparing to jump from them….