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Cole had followed Eron to the underworld. He knew all too well that the 'so called' whitelighter was hiding something. He was going to have to talk to him, and he knew it.
"Camerone." Cole caught him off guard, "you aren't really a whitelighter."
"Good guess. I am a darklighter, uncle. However, I refuse to murder people." Eron wore a bitter expression as he locked eyes with Cole.
"You are the twin that survived. I knew you would because, I had faith in you." Cole said as relief swept through him.
"I'm guessing you are curious as to why I'm pretending to be a whitelighter for your witch andDylan, right?" Eron smirked as Cole nodded.
"You should explain yourself before I expose you." Cole informed his nephew, folding his arms against his chest. He didn't have all day to wait on a response.
"It's not in my nature to kill even though, I was born a darklighter. I'm masking myself to be their whitelighter for a reason, and the reason is... I'm in hiding from other creatures of the underworld." Eron patiently explained while Cole drank in his words.
"Why are you in the underworld then?" Cole asked as Eron grimaced.
"Rumor has it that they know I'm still alive," Eron answered his uncle, "the thing is... I came to see if the rumors were true, but so far the rumors are a lie."
Cole looked around and, saw no one. He sighed as a feeling of dread began to take over his senses. He rose an eyebrow at Eron.
"Camerone, you were always my favorite nephew. I will not let them take you, and I can guarantee nor would two other witches I know." Cole softly informedhis nephew as he placed a hand upon his shoulder.
Erone gave his uncle a grateful smile.
"You have the same feeling of dread, don't you?" Erone asked.
"The Fallen can try to take you like they did before, we won't allow it. They may have taken him, but they will not take you. I'm promising you, but to answer your question; I do have the same feeling of dread." Cole grimaced as Eron wore a look of understanding.
"Fine, we should probably get out of here before they find us." Eron agreed with his uncle who nodded, before they left.
The two found themselves in an empty house that sat next door to the Halliwell manor.
"The girls must be out." Cole noted.
"Well, either they're out or a demon killed them. There's ash on the floor." Eron pointed to where there were ashes on the floor in front of the door.
"Do you think-?" Cole started when in they came.
Dylan and Colette were so tired as they entered their home.
It had been a long day filled with nothing, but scrubbing office floors with bleach.
Cole felt a surge of relief wash over him at the sight of the two familiar girls who walked in the house.
"You girls are alive." Cole pulled Colette into a tight, and warm embrace when she neared him. A grin was on both of their faces.
"No, we died in a car crash." Dylan sarcastically scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.
"Why are you all dirty?" Erone asked Dylan, daring an amused grin on his face. One that matched the amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Scrubbing floors with bleach does nothing to stop two powerful women who will succeed." Dylan confidently answered, feeling the stress finally leave her body once her eyes met his.
"Writers, right?" Erone questioned.
"Yes." Dylan beamed with pride. "To a degree."
Neither one had noticed that Cole, and Colette hadvanished up the stairs.
"Why a writer, and not a model?" Eron winked at Dylan who tinted pink. His eyes lit up at the sight of her blushing which did nothing to ease the tension.
"Writing is my passion which I can afford to waste my life being more of a business woman in the area of writing." Dylan passionately spoke, feeling giddyinside. She felt like she could melt in his company, but she didn't want him to know that.
Eron nodded his head thoughtfully.
"You wouldn't want to waste your life being beautiful, kitten?" Eron asked with a knowing smirk on his face, watching Dylan blush a deeper shade of pink.
"I have more important things to worry about," Dylan piped up, once a sordid thought took room in her mind, "Which one of us drawn more to the dark side: Coke or me?"
Eron bit his bottom lip, knowing better than to tell her.
"Can't answer that," Eron shrugged, deciding to change the subject, "You shouldn't worry over the small things, babe."
Dylan shivered at the nicknaming as a blush crept up her neck. She tried to shake it off. She looked down at her dirt covered self, and formed a great excuse.
"I need to take a shower," Dylan started while adding, "You probably have other things you need to get done."
Eron was reluctant to leave, but caught the warning glare in her eyes. He decided not to argue over the topic with her.
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Eron is still as suspicious as ever. Thoughts?