HEY! What do you know? I updated...I got a sudden rush of inspiration...Anyway, here ya' go!!
Phoebe walked out of the kitchen, she wanted to leave. Leave this house, this life, she hated it. She still couldn't believe that Cole had done this to her, she hated him for it. She walked into the spare room in the penthouse, the one that was their son's. She just stayed there, trying to digest everything, trying to understand why Cole would ever betray her, after all they've been through. Tears began streaming lightly down her cheeks, but she had to be strong, she had to be strong for her and for her baby, and she quickly flamed out.
Cole watched as the only person he had ever loved, even after becoming the source, walked out, out of his life, but never out of his heart and never out of his soul. He immediately reacted and walked out the kitchen and into their room, but she wasn't there, he than proceeded to check the other room and found no trace of her. His heart plummeted at the thought of Phoebe walking out on him, he couldn't stand something like that, he loved her to much. She was everything to him, he loved her so much.
He found his body crumbling to the floor as his tears streamed out, he just couldn't help it, his Phoebe had left him. His mind wandered to when this all began to happen, it all started with his marriage proposal, everything had begun to go downhill since than. Maybe if he had never proposed, this might have not happened. And now, they were in a terminal rut, who knew where Phoebe was? And if she would come back? And not only that, he had lost his son too, he had nothing now.
Phoebe reappeared at the manor. It was empty and quiet. She had forgotten how nice the place was. Although now, it just wasn't the same, she could no longer hear Piper cooking in the kitchen, or Paige listening to her loud, rocky music. She would've even settled for a small squabble between them. She walked up the stairs and into her room. It had been left intact. All the pictures were still there, the one of Cole and her, the one Prue and Piper, and the one of Paige, Piper and herself. She opened her drawers, and they were all empty. She had nothing here.
She walked to Piper's room and just stared at it. It had always been the neatest and most preserved. She had definitely been a control freak. She slowly closed her sister's door and walked towards Paige's room. Ahh, Paige, always the free spirit, her room was filled with her own paintings, clothes scattered all over the place. The smell of flowers and Candies perfume filled the room. She smiled to herself, Paige had always said that Phoebe reminded her of the girl in the commercial of that perfume. She never saw the similarities. She walked out of the room and walked to the room that scared her the most, the attic.
It was strange to confront a whole life of goodness, now that she was evil, because that was what she was. She couldn't change that, especially now, that she was all alone. What was the use of fighting to stay good? She had nobody to stay good for. As she entered the attic, a million memories came back to her, happy moments, sad moments, funny moments, sweet moments, and than she saw it. A wave o nausea filled her, she didn't know if it was the sight or the baby. That book.
The book that once upon a time, they had all gathered around, that they had all adored so much. And now, she felt like destroying it, like burning it. Rage filled her, and immense, desperate rage, that could only be calmed by the destruction of that book. She ran up to it and reached for, she could almost feel her hands grab the book, but it quickly slipped out of her hands and skidded off the bookstand.
Of course, Phoebe thought, she was evil. She would never be able to lay her hands on that book again. Tears of hatred and anger began streaming down her cheeks, why? Why had this happened? Why could she feel her insides ripping, one with the sole image of the book and the other with Cole's betrayal. She hated them both, she hated Cole, she hated the good side, she hated her sisters and she hated the book.
She quickly ran out of the attic and out of the house, she stood outside the house and stared at it, a fireball in her hand. Nobody was around, she quickly threw it and a vicious smile formed on her lips as she watched as the house burn. She looked around once again and flamed out, she didn't know where, she just had to get out of there.
Cole had slowly fallen asleep, his face tear struck. He came to, when he heard noises coming from his room. The only things he imagined was that it was Phoebe. He quickly got to his feet and ran to his room. In deed, it was Phoebe. She was removing her clothes from her closet and setting them lightly on the bed. He only stared in disbelief at her. "are you going somewhere?" he asked innocently, she nodded slightly. "I have no place to go, I'm moving to the baby's room" she said coldly. He made a little internal cheer, at least she wasn't going anywhere. "Phoebe, please, let's talk about this" he said moving towards her, he reached for her shoulder and she immediately shot backwards, "don't you dare touch me!" she said angrily. "Phoebe.. please…" he said, keeping his arms steady at his side, "Cole.. there is nothing to talk about, you betrayed me" she said, almost sadly. "I did so much for you, I let my sisters die for you, and you… was that your plan all this time? To kill me?" she said, she couldn't help the tears forming in her eyes. "No.. I would've never let you die, you know that, I…. I love you" he said desperately. She held his stare and nodded, "I love you won't save us this time, will it?" she asked coldly as she grabbed her things and walked out of the room. Cole could only stand there, although he wanted to hold her so much, he wanted to just make it all go away, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to make love to her, but he just stood there.
Phoebe hated acting like this towards the man she loved, but it was his fault, it was his fault that she felt this terrible, and she hated him. She hated him for deceiving her, she hated for everything he had done, but most of all, she hated herself, she hated herself for hating him. As she closed the door to the empty room, she set down her things, and with a quick move of her hand, she made a bed appear, she also appeared a dresser, complete with a mirror.
Soon, the once empty room, was fit for a queen. She looked around and smiled please with herself. It only needed one more thing, she moved her hand an there it was. The most beautiful cradle. A small, mahogany cradle, with a small white padding inside, and a little blue blanket for her prince. She quickly arranged her clothes in the closet and the dresser and lay down on the bed. After all that work, she was exhausted.
Cole heard the movement in her room, he was tempted to go in and help her with whatever it was that she was doing. But he bit back the urge to do so, it might end in another squabble, and he didn't want that. He was determined to get her back, he would win her back. He wasn't one to give up so easily, he never did, and he wouldn't this time. He walked toward his bed and lay back. It felt strange, it felt… empty. He turned toward Phoebe's side, hugging her pillow, it still smelled like her. It still smelled of vanilla and flowers, he made a face. The source in him hated that smell, but at the same time loved it, because it was the smell of his queen. He looked over at the clock and groaned. Why was he suddenly so tired? All he had done was sleep, and still, he was spent. He closed his eyes and immediately fell into a troubled sleep.
Phoebe woke up completely rested, she hadn't slept so well in a long time. She actually woke up rather happy. She walked into her bathroom and took of her clothes, examining her stomach, it had grown. Overnight. Does that happen? She asked herself. She wasn't huge, but she did have the belly of a 5 month pregnant woman, which was strange, given that she was only two months pregnant. She almost panicked. She looked down at herself, she looked at the mirror, she looked down at herself, she looked at the mirror and finally she looked down at herself. She came to only one conclusion, she couldn't see her feet.
She quickly finished unclothing and stepped into the shower, still puzzled about her sudden stomach growth. She didn't worry much about it, but it still bothered her a bit. She now, had nothing to wear, she was a huge planet with brown hair. All her clothes were that of petite woman, that was what she was.
But that could obviously be fixed very easily. With a smooth wave of her hand, on her bed, appeared a stack of maternity clothes. She smiled at her task, and began clothing. Sometimes, it felt nice to be able to do such unimaginable things with magic, even though they came out of evil, the feeling was nice. The Feeling of independence, the feeling that she could do anything by herself, with just a wave of her hand, or a twitch of her nose she thought, remembering Samantha from Bewitched. But they now differed in two things. Phoebe was evil and no longer had a husband.