A/N: This isn't an all that chapter, but I finally got it down. I really dislike this chapter, so I might take it down and redo it. I'm really lazy right now since I spent over 3 months on the chapter and got nowhere.
Chapter Six
"Phoebe! Phoebe!" Leo and Cole dashed through the forest looking for Phoebe. "Phoebe, where the fuck are you?! Answer me!"
The cops had finally arrived, Darryl jumped out of the car with other 20 officers on his back and three German Sheppard, slipping up looking for Leo, Cole, and Phoebe. About an hour searching for them, no sign of Leo, Cole or Phoebe were at sight. Well, except for the aroma of blood aloft the air. Scents of blood had attracted the Sheppard's nose. Following its sense it roam to the lake, given the officers along
Darryl suspicions.
"Hey! I think Rocko got something here." One of the officers hollered out referring to the golden Sheppard. Everyone huddle to one big group and start following the Sheppard deep into the forest.
Cole and Leo ran down to the road looking for Phoebe, half way down the road, they stopped and take a break, bending over, holding themselves up with their knees panting.
"Why don't we just shimmer and orb looking for her?" Cole asked, gasping for air.
"We can, but we might be exposed to the psycho, or anyone else." Leo pants. " Let me try to sense her first."
"So?" Cole anxiously asked.
"I---I can't sense her." Leo speaks softly.
"What? No, no. That can't be! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hand!" Cole's screamed in rage, and shimmered off.
"Phoebe, where are you Phoebe?" He materialized at the edge of the cliff she had once stood. He took in a deep breath, but got choked when the scent of blood travel through his nostril. He then followed the scent of smell and tracks it through until he hit the when of the road and spot Phoebe's body lifelessly scattered on the sandy ground. Bloodsheds everywhere, the body was torn up. Her skin were roughly scraped, her nose were broken, her lips were swollen, and line of blood spills from her mouth makes a form of line down to the side of her cheek. Her right arm was twisted.
"Phoebe! PHOEBE!" Cole cries out over her body. Hoping she would still be alive, he checked her pulse.
Suddenly Leo orbed next to a tearful Cole, and lowered himself over Phoebe's body. Cole buried his face into Phoebe's body, as Leo starts to mourn over his sister-in-law. Cole looked up at Leo with tearful eyes, he slowly mumbled while sniffing, "Heal her Leo. Please, heal her!" Leo placed his hands over Phoebe's restless body, and the glow starts its process, nothing seems to happen. "Why isn't it working?"
"I can't heal the dead." Leo whimpered.
"No, no, no!" Cole screamed in agony. He held Phoebe's body tightly in his trembling arms.
Leo continued to try to heal Phoebe, while Cole continued to sob uncontrollably. He then lowered himself to kiss her icy lips.
"I can't, it's not working. She's dead." Leo repeated himself.
Flashing lights of red and blue made its way towards Leo and Cole. He looked up squinting his eyes avoiding the brightness to blur his vision. Leo turned around; he lifted up his armed before his eyes to reflect the lights. They stiffly watch the cars coming towards them.
"It's Darryl." Leo said calmly, as the line of police cars pulled up on the side of the road. Darryl and about a dozen of his officers came out and rush to Cole and Leo.
"What happened?" Darryl asked horribley while looking at Phoebes scared up body in Cole's arm.
"She's dead Darryl. He killed her." Cole pulled Phoebe's body closer.
"What?" Tears formed in Darryl eyes, he knelt down next to Phoebe's body. "I'm so sorry. God, just thirty minutes ago I was telling Phoebe to stay by my side. Now she's gone with all of them."
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. He's going to feel the pain ten times the pain he'd put the sisters through." Cole furiously said, with that he abrupt got up and ran away to the wood, half way he shimmered away.
"Cole!" Leo yelled into the wintry air. "Where are you going?"
"I'll send a search patrol throughout the city." Darryl said, getting up. "Do you want me to call an ambulance?"
"No, what's the point. She's dead anyway." Leo responded, gathering Phoebe up in his arm.
Darryl nodded in sympathy and walked away. He called all his officers to be on the look out for Ben Carol. They got in the cars and drove off, leaving Leo sitting alone with Phoebe. Watching them drive away, he then orbed Phoebe back to the manor. Setting her down on the couch gently, and sat next to her.
Outside a shadow lured around the around. Sensing the present, his back went rigid. He then took a glimpse around the house, gotten up and walk to the front door and swung it opened, to his surprise, and officer was standing there.
"Hi, I'm officer Marshall," The officer introduced, " we were sending here to guard the house. Are you the owner?"
"Yes, unfortunately I am now. I'm Leo." He answered with sadness in his voice.
"Ok, we're just making sure that you know that we'll be guarding this house till further noticed." Marshall professionally said.
"Thanks, but I don't think we need any guard. If you haven't noticed, there isn't anyone here to guard." Leo response.
"I'm sorry, but it's an order." The officer argued.
"I'm sure it is, but you can tell your captain that we're fine!" Leo slammed the door in Marshall's face and walked off into the living room. Everyone he loved had just disappeared into thin air. One day they were laughing, the next everything were shattered into million of pieces.
Sat himself next to Phoebe body, he runs his hand from her left cheek toward her dry, chapped lips. Tears streamed down his face without him even knowing it. As a Whitelighter he was supposed to guard them. If he had paid more attention to them, and guided them, no one would have been in this situations, no one would have suffered through these twinge.
Far from distant, Cole mindlessly walked through the city in a chilly, foggy mystic dawn. The sun had barely peaked out of the mountain. Cold breezy swiped against Cole's bare neck, leaving windburn on his pale skin. Pulled up a thin grayish-black overcoat toward his neck, he picked up his pace. Thoughts going through his mind, as he pumped into a tall masculine man, dressing in solid black. The collar of thick wool coat covered his face.
"Excuse me." Cole apologetically said.
The man coldly stared at Cole for a second before he continued on his journey. Cole looked back, and wondered to himself who'd be up and walking around town at 5:00 A.M in the morning. But then again, what was he doing walking at 5:00 in the morning. He then carried on with his path. He keeps getting this weird vibe from the man. He looked over his shoulder once again, and the man was out of sight into the thick fog. "Weird." Cole thought to himself. He then never minded about he man, and back to concentrate on the murderer who had killed his wife.
Chapter Six
"Phoebe! Phoebe!" Leo and Cole dashed through the forest looking for Phoebe. "Phoebe, where the fuck are you?! Answer me!"
The cops had finally arrived, Darryl jumped out of the car with other 20 officers on his back and three German Sheppard, slipping up looking for Leo, Cole, and Phoebe. About an hour searching for them, no sign of Leo, Cole or Phoebe were at sight. Well, except for the aroma of blood aloft the air. Scents of blood had attracted the Sheppard's nose. Following its sense it roam to the lake, given the officers along
Darryl suspicions.
"Hey! I think Rocko got something here." One of the officers hollered out referring to the golden Sheppard. Everyone huddle to one big group and start following the Sheppard deep into the forest.
Cole and Leo ran down to the road looking for Phoebe, half way down the road, they stopped and take a break, bending over, holding themselves up with their knees panting.
"Why don't we just shimmer and orb looking for her?" Cole asked, gasping for air.
"We can, but we might be exposed to the psycho, or anyone else." Leo pants. " Let me try to sense her first."
"So?" Cole anxiously asked.
"I---I can't sense her." Leo speaks softly.
"What? No, no. That can't be! I'm going to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hand!" Cole's screamed in rage, and shimmered off.
"Phoebe, where are you Phoebe?" He materialized at the edge of the cliff she had once stood. He took in a deep breath, but got choked when the scent of blood travel through his nostril. He then followed the scent of smell and tracks it through until he hit the when of the road and spot Phoebe's body lifelessly scattered on the sandy ground. Bloodsheds everywhere, the body was torn up. Her skin were roughly scraped, her nose were broken, her lips were swollen, and line of blood spills from her mouth makes a form of line down to the side of her cheek. Her right arm was twisted.
"Phoebe! PHOEBE!" Cole cries out over her body. Hoping she would still be alive, he checked her pulse.
Suddenly Leo orbed next to a tearful Cole, and lowered himself over Phoebe's body. Cole buried his face into Phoebe's body, as Leo starts to mourn over his sister-in-law. Cole looked up at Leo with tearful eyes, he slowly mumbled while sniffing, "Heal her Leo. Please, heal her!" Leo placed his hands over Phoebe's restless body, and the glow starts its process, nothing seems to happen. "Why isn't it working?"
"I can't heal the dead." Leo whimpered.
"No, no, no!" Cole screamed in agony. He held Phoebe's body tightly in his trembling arms.
Leo continued to try to heal Phoebe, while Cole continued to sob uncontrollably. He then lowered himself to kiss her icy lips.
"I can't, it's not working. She's dead." Leo repeated himself.
Flashing lights of red and blue made its way towards Leo and Cole. He looked up squinting his eyes avoiding the brightness to blur his vision. Leo turned around; he lifted up his armed before his eyes to reflect the lights. They stiffly watch the cars coming towards them.
"It's Darryl." Leo said calmly, as the line of police cars pulled up on the side of the road. Darryl and about a dozen of his officers came out and rush to Cole and Leo.
"What happened?" Darryl asked horribley while looking at Phoebes scared up body in Cole's arm.
"She's dead Darryl. He killed her." Cole pulled Phoebe's body closer.
"What?" Tears formed in Darryl eyes, he knelt down next to Phoebe's body. "I'm so sorry. God, just thirty minutes ago I was telling Phoebe to stay by my side. Now she's gone with all of them."
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch. He's going to feel the pain ten times the pain he'd put the sisters through." Cole furiously said, with that he abrupt got up and ran away to the wood, half way he shimmered away.
"Cole!" Leo yelled into the wintry air. "Where are you going?"
"I'll send a search patrol throughout the city." Darryl said, getting up. "Do you want me to call an ambulance?"
"No, what's the point. She's dead anyway." Leo responded, gathering Phoebe up in his arm.
Darryl nodded in sympathy and walked away. He called all his officers to be on the look out for Ben Carol. They got in the cars and drove off, leaving Leo sitting alone with Phoebe. Watching them drive away, he then orbed Phoebe back to the manor. Setting her down on the couch gently, and sat next to her.
Outside a shadow lured around the around. Sensing the present, his back went rigid. He then took a glimpse around the house, gotten up and walk to the front door and swung it opened, to his surprise, and officer was standing there.
"Hi, I'm officer Marshall," The officer introduced, " we were sending here to guard the house. Are you the owner?"
"Yes, unfortunately I am now. I'm Leo." He answered with sadness in his voice.
"Ok, we're just making sure that you know that we'll be guarding this house till further noticed." Marshall professionally said.
"Thanks, but I don't think we need any guard. If you haven't noticed, there isn't anyone here to guard." Leo response.
"I'm sorry, but it's an order." The officer argued.
"I'm sure it is, but you can tell your captain that we're fine!" Leo slammed the door in Marshall's face and walked off into the living room. Everyone he loved had just disappeared into thin air. One day they were laughing, the next everything were shattered into million of pieces.
Sat himself next to Phoebe body, he runs his hand from her left cheek toward her dry, chapped lips. Tears streamed down his face without him even knowing it. As a Whitelighter he was supposed to guard them. If he had paid more attention to them, and guided them, no one would have been in this situations, no one would have suffered through these twinge.
Far from distant, Cole mindlessly walked through the city in a chilly, foggy mystic dawn. The sun had barely peaked out of the mountain. Cold breezy swiped against Cole's bare neck, leaving windburn on his pale skin. Pulled up a thin grayish-black overcoat toward his neck, he picked up his pace. Thoughts going through his mind, as he pumped into a tall masculine man, dressing in solid black. The collar of thick wool coat covered his face.
"Excuse me." Cole apologetically said.
The man coldly stared at Cole for a second before he continued on his journey. Cole looked back, and wondered to himself who'd be up and walking around town at 5:00 A.M in the morning. But then again, what was he doing walking at 5:00 in the morning. He then carried on with his path. He keeps getting this weird vibe from the man. He looked over his shoulder once again, and the man was out of sight into the thick fog. "Weird." Cole thought to himself. He then never minded about he man, and back to concentrate on the murderer who had killed his wife.