"Christina, wake up." Christina looked up into her mother's face. "Chrissie, honey, wake up!"
"Mommy?" Christina whispered.
"Christina!" her mother's voice as filled with joy and happiness. "Thank god you're ok."
"What happened?" Christina looked around the room. Melinda and Leo had gone home. Jersey, Jordan, and Tim were all gone. The only one still standing there was Cole. Her father. Balthazor. She stared in horror in his direction.
"Chrissie, honey, what happened?" Cole asked her.
Christina backed away. Why had they let him into this room? He was a dangerous demon! He couldn't be trusted. Memories of happy times with her father flashed before her eyes. This man couldn't be somebody who was trying to kill her. He just couldn't. She loved him to much.
"Daddy?" he beamed at her. "Daddy, what's going on?"
"Chrissie, I don't know. I was out of the house and then I came home and you had collapsed and your mother was talking about Balthazor and Jersey was back home. I had gone out to look for you. I guess I took longer then the others in finding you."
"Daddy. Can you do something for me?"
"Anything, Princess, what do you want?" Cole sat down next to his eldest daughter.
"Change into Balthazor." Christina asked. If he couldn't do it, then that meant the demon she had been facing wasn't her father. But if he could, it could mean anything. Her father could be trying to kill her.
"Honey, you know I can't do that."
"Daddy, just try." Phoebe walked over to Christina and sat behind her. Cole moved into the middle of the room. He appeared to be concentrating deeply. After a few minutes had gone by, nothing happened.
"Chrissie, honey, I can't." Cole told her.
"Then who was that Balthazor demon, daddy? Why did I astral-project myself to him when I was trying to get to you? Why hasn't anybody answered my questions? And why does he know so many personal facts about me?"
"Oh no." Cole looked pale. "Chrissie, don't get caught up in this one. This is my fight. I know who this is and you can't do a thing about it. Chrissie, I haven't been home in hours. How long ago did you fight this 'demon'?"
Christina looked at the clock. "Not that long ago. Why?"
"I just got home. Your mother told me you had passed out a few minutes before I had gotten home. I have proof, honey. I'm not trying to kill you."
"Then who is?"
"Do you really want to know?" Cole looked closely into his daughters' eyes. He was able to sense goodness as well as evil in person. Christina was scared but underneath her eyes were full of truth and goodness.
"Yes, daddy."
"Phoebe, can you leave us alone for a minute? This is a fight for me and my daughter." Phoebe reluctantly left the room.
"That demon is a part of the old me. The one before I was a demon. He is probably physically linked to me, which is why he knows all I know."
"I knew it."
"Chrissie, this isn't to be taken lightly." But Christina wasn't paying attention. She was staring in horror behind her father.
"Can't you leave us alone? You're not my father. My father is standing right next to me!" she screamed at Balthazor, who had appeared behind them.
"Chrissie," the demon taunted. "Chrissie."
"Daddy! Help me!" screamed Christina.
"I won't let him get you, Chrissie, just stay behind me!" Cole put a protective arm around her. "I'm not evil. That thing isn't me."
"Mommy?" Christina whispered.
"Christina!" her mother's voice as filled with joy and happiness. "Thank god you're ok."
"What happened?" Christina looked around the room. Melinda and Leo had gone home. Jersey, Jordan, and Tim were all gone. The only one still standing there was Cole. Her father. Balthazor. She stared in horror in his direction.
"Chrissie, honey, what happened?" Cole asked her.
Christina backed away. Why had they let him into this room? He was a dangerous demon! He couldn't be trusted. Memories of happy times with her father flashed before her eyes. This man couldn't be somebody who was trying to kill her. He just couldn't. She loved him to much.
"Daddy?" he beamed at her. "Daddy, what's going on?"
"Chrissie, I don't know. I was out of the house and then I came home and you had collapsed and your mother was talking about Balthazor and Jersey was back home. I had gone out to look for you. I guess I took longer then the others in finding you."
"Daddy. Can you do something for me?"
"Anything, Princess, what do you want?" Cole sat down next to his eldest daughter.
"Change into Balthazor." Christina asked. If he couldn't do it, then that meant the demon she had been facing wasn't her father. But if he could, it could mean anything. Her father could be trying to kill her.
"Honey, you know I can't do that."
"Daddy, just try." Phoebe walked over to Christina and sat behind her. Cole moved into the middle of the room. He appeared to be concentrating deeply. After a few minutes had gone by, nothing happened.
"Chrissie, honey, I can't." Cole told her.
"Then who was that Balthazor demon, daddy? Why did I astral-project myself to him when I was trying to get to you? Why hasn't anybody answered my questions? And why does he know so many personal facts about me?"
"Oh no." Cole looked pale. "Chrissie, don't get caught up in this one. This is my fight. I know who this is and you can't do a thing about it. Chrissie, I haven't been home in hours. How long ago did you fight this 'demon'?"
Christina looked at the clock. "Not that long ago. Why?"
"I just got home. Your mother told me you had passed out a few minutes before I had gotten home. I have proof, honey. I'm not trying to kill you."
"Then who is?"
"Do you really want to know?" Cole looked closely into his daughters' eyes. He was able to sense goodness as well as evil in person. Christina was scared but underneath her eyes were full of truth and goodness.
"Yes, daddy."
"Phoebe, can you leave us alone for a minute? This is a fight for me and my daughter." Phoebe reluctantly left the room.
"That demon is a part of the old me. The one before I was a demon. He is probably physically linked to me, which is why he knows all I know."
"I knew it."
"Chrissie, this isn't to be taken lightly." But Christina wasn't paying attention. She was staring in horror behind her father.
"Can't you leave us alone? You're not my father. My father is standing right next to me!" she screamed at Balthazor, who had appeared behind them.
"Chrissie," the demon taunted. "Chrissie."
"Daddy! Help me!" screamed Christina.
"I won't let him get you, Chrissie, just stay behind me!" Cole put a protective arm around her. "I'm not evil. That thing isn't me."