1 I'm sorry

Chapter 1

"I don't love you anymore"; these words fallowed Cole no matter where he went. He could still see Phoebe walking up and down in the living room, chewing on her bottom lip, a sign that she was nervous. He sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't know how wrong until Phoebe had said these words to him. "I don't love you anymore, I'm sorry." Cole shook his head and kept shimmering.

*One month earlier*

Phoebe was still at the manor. It was late morning and she was the only one at home. Paige was at work, Piper was at the club, Leo did whatever it was whitelighters do and Cole was out doing whatever is was demons do.

Cole, her Cole. Phoebe had to smile, times had been difficult, but she always knew that her and Cole would be fine.

Phoebe slowly went upstairs to the attic to look at the BOS. There were still potions and spells she had to learn and because she was the only sister without a job - which was hopefully going to change soon - she was in charge of everything that had to do about their lives as witches.

Not that they were busy, Phoebe thought, climbing up the stairs. After Cole had actually hurt the Source, it had been quiet around them. Hardly any demons.

Just as she was about to open the attic door, a strange feeling came over her and suddenly it seemed like her body was traveling. It was almost like shimmering with Cole, but different.

"Oh oh, this can't be good" Phoebe thought. She didn't like this one bit. Soon her travels stopped and she slowly opened her eyes and really didn't like what she saw.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite witch. I never did believe that summoning a witch would work, but I was wrong. It's so good to see you again."

Phoebe slowly got up (she hadn't realized that she was kneeling on the floor) and faced no other then the Source himself.

"I thought that, ah, Cole." " Hurt me?" The Source finished the sentence for Phoebe, who couldn't bring herself to say it. "Trust me, I was, but I'm back. Bigger and stronger then ever."

"Okay, Phoebe, get a grip. You can figure this out," she thought.

"Sorry if I don't seem to be too thrilled about this, but I really didn't miss you much" she said, back to her old self.

"That's okay, witch. I got a surprise for you."

"I don't want your surprise. I really just wanna get back. You know my sister and Cole will start looking for me sooner or later."

"Ah yes, Belthazor, my so promising demon. Thanks to you, not so promising anymore. Let's see what he is doing, shall we?" the source said and pointed to the wall behind Phoebe.

Phoebe turned around and saw Cole. He was at the manor, looking for her.

"I'm sure you wonder what's going on, don't you? Guess what witch, your little demon lover could be dead in 10 seconds, just like that" the Source said and snapped with his fingers.

In panic Phoebe checked the screen (wall) again, but Cole was still okay, sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

"Do you see the dark things around him?" the Source asked. "They are shadows, not any shadows, mind you. They are the worst possible creatures. Nobody can see or sense them, just like Belthazor has no idea that they are around him. Your whitelighter doesn't know either."

Shocked, Phoebe turned around to face the Source, a question written all over her face.

"Of course you didn't think I was only after your demon, right? No, I don't like your whitelighter too much either. The shadows sadly can't go up to heaven, so when he's up their, my friends watch your sister Piper instead. It's fun, really."

Phoebe now was getting angry.

"What do you want? Answer or I'll find a way to hurt you, trust me." Phoebe was going to take a step closer to the Source, but changed her mind. He seemed to be more dangerous then ever.

"Well, witch, it's time to meet my new partner in crime." Suddenly, next to the Source, a strange men appeared. He was very good looking; tall with dark hair, but his eyes made him look evil and mean. They were as dark as Phoebe never had seen before.

"This is the Prince of Darkness, Jonemairo. Let's call him Jon for short, shall we?" The Source obviously seemed very amused by all this.

The prince, or Jon, stepped closer to Phoebe.

"Finally I meet one of the charmed ones. I've been waiting for so long." His voice sounded dark and dangerous and Phoebe could feel goose bumps all over her body.

"What do you want?" she asked again, not to sure how to react.

"Oh, it's quit simple, really. I need a witch on my side and you are the one" Jon answered and Phoebe almost started to laugh, wondering how stupid this guy could be if he really thought that she would ever be on his side. He continued, ignoring Phoebe's smile.

"Let's see, if you don't want to work with me I'll have my shadows not only kill your demon, but your whitelighter as well. It's all up to you." Now the prince smiled and Phoebe heard the Source laugh.

"What? You can't possibly think I'll go for something like this? I'm a good witch and sooner or later you'll regret that you ever met me."

"Oh, does that mean that you don't wanna do this? Fine. Let's see how the mighty Belthazor looks like when he's dead." Jon answered.

Phoebe turned around, seeing Cole still sitting in the kitchen, now reading the paper, but there was a dagger behind him, flying in the air, ready to struck him in the back. There was no person, only the shadow of a hand, holding the dagger.

"NO" Phoebe screamed and then saw Piper at P3, a dagger behind her as well.

"Please, stop, I'll do anything you want me to do, but please don't hurt them." Phoebe was now crying, worried that she would not only loose Cole, but her sister as well.

"Oh, isn't that cute? What a witch doesn't do for the ones she loves" the Source said and Jon was smiling.

"Well, Phoebe, I'm glad you changed your mind. Belthazor will live, just as long as you keep your end of the deal." Jon said and Phoebe nodded slowly. She was trapped and she knew it.