I have had some complaints that the last chapter was too short. I have chosen to take that as a compliment, meaning that you want to read more. I wrote this story a while ago but never even thought of putting it on a website. I discovered FanFiction.net one day and so I'm now having to split the story up into chapters in a way that makes sense. Sorry if some of them are short, sorry if some of them are super long. Thanks for the reviews anyways, really appreciate the feedback.
The cemetery was dark but still quite warm. It had been a hot day in San Francisco. There was a light breeze blowing through the leaves on the trees making them rustle. Phoebe was walking calmly. She was a woman on a mission. Just as she reached one of the many crypts in the graveyard Balcalae shimmered in front of her. She stopped.
'So, this is where the great Belthazor lives? Not bad, could do with…windows but you can't account for taste.'
At that Balcalae stepped out of Phoebe's way. She walked forward to the door of the crypt and pushed on it. It didn't give so she aimed a steady kick at it. The door splintered slightly as it flew back on its hinges.
Cole looked up. Shock spread over his face as he recognised Phoebe.
'What the…' but his words were cut off suddenly as Phoebe walked over to him and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over under the pain. Being hypnotised by Balcalae had withdrawn her conscience from the equation. She no longer had any control over her actions or her feelings. This had made her stronger.
She pushed Cole into a sitting position on the floor and held him in a choke hold so he could see the door. At this Balcalae sauntered in. Cole was shocked to see him and Balcalae gloried in it. He wanted Cole to be shocked before he was killed by the one thing in this life that he loved. His death would be poignant because of the plain fact that it was Phoebe doing the deed. Then Balcalae would hypnotise her again (it would have worn off once her mission had been fulfilled) and he would kill her. It was the perfect plan.
'Why are you doing this now?' Cole managed to choke out.
'Well you see Cole, you wrecked my life. I see it as only fair that you let me kill you.'
'How would that be fair? What did I do to you?'
'You left me man, we were traveling the world, having fun and then you just bail on me. I didn't know where you went. All I knew was that we were in the middle of a riot, pretty cool one to and then when the dust settled, you were nowhere. I thought you had been taken or killed or something.'
'What, you cared? I didn't think you were capable of that?' Cole was struggling under the pressure Phoebe was putting on his neck.
Ignoring him Balcalae went on. 'And then I find out that you're embracing you're human half, what's up with that? You were Belthazor, greatest demon of your time! But then I found you, here in San Francisco. And I came up with the coolest plan. Why not use the love of your life against you? Its perfect, I know, you don't have to say anything.'