Lover's Leap

Disclaimer – The characters from Charmed, belong to Constance M. Burge/Brad Kern, and the WB. However any characters you don't recognize belong to me. I am merely borrowing the characters and hoping they'll stay for a long, long, time….lol.

A.N. I know that in the last part, I said that Cole would remember what happened the last time, but to suit this, I'm gonna have him remember everything that happened from when they first met him, to where it happened.

P.S. Thanx to all those that reviewed. It's a lot of help. Oh, and you can now leave Anon. Reviews…

Part 3


*flashback*San Francisco*their third year of being witches/2000?*flashback*

I stood in front of the Triad. I had just been informed by them that I was going to make contact with at least one of the Charmed One's tomorrow as Assistant District Attorney Cole Turner, my human half. My heart, not that I'm claiming to have one, started beating faster as I thought of the black haired witch. Of course, that's only cause I was anticipating the kill. Anything else is laughable.


"Do you understand your mission, Belthazor?" One of the Triad spoke. Inwardly, I laughed. Whoop-de-doo. I get to kill another three witches. I simply nodded, and then realized that they were not only witches, they were the Charmed ones. Ooops. Maybe I was being a bit cocky. I thought for a couple of seconds. Naah….couldn't happen. I shimmered out, and into the apartment that the Triad had gotten for me. I glanced around, hating the coldly furnished room. I changed into one of the many suits, and then decided to pay an unnoticed visit to the Halliwells. Again I shimmered, and this time I appeared in the basement. I changed back into my demonic form, felt uncomfortable, and convinced myself that it was because I was in a witch's house.


"She should have been back by now!" The voice caught my attention, and I began slowly treading the steps when someone else spoke.
"I know that, Phoebe!" The other one, Phoebe, I assume, started speaking again, but I ignored it. That voice. It rolled over my senses, sending thrills down my spine. It belonged to her, I just knew it. I imagined that voice talking to me, and the pleasure I felt curled into the bottom of my stomach.
Wait…hold it. Something does not seem right with this picture. Of course it's not right. I was fantasizing about a witch's voice…ewwww. Ok, that was a really immature reaction, I'll admit, but still…ewwww.


"Prue, what if something happened?" The voices broke into my thoughts. So they called her Prue…I guess it's short for Prudence. I can see why she would want to shorten it. The voices were getting closer, I realized with a jolt. Too close.


The door swung open, and I froze. She hadn't seen me, and all I could see was long black hair swinging down a bare back, a gorgeous butt encased in tight blue jeans and shapely legs. I shimmered out just as the other witch came into view, praying that she didn't see me. Back at my apartment, I gave myself a good dressing down. I couldn't believe I had almost gotten caught. And all because I was drooling over a witch's voice. My shadow slipped out from under me and waited to be briefed.


"I have determined that two of the witches are there – the eldest and the youngest. The middle one is apparently AWOL…they don't know why she isn't back yet." My voice was calm, collected, and my shadow disappeared.
The next day, I appeared at the club where I was to have my first meeting with the witches. I spied them standing to one side, with a guy next to them. A boyfriend, I suppose. The blonde was cute, but my attention was focused on the raven haired witch. She was beautiful. There's no other word for it. I frowned when I saw the black guy step towards her and pull her in a hug. The bastard…how dare he?


Ok. Now I know there is something seriously wrong with me. Why the hell was I getting pissed off at the guy? In fact, it was better if they were involved. He could become very useful. Very useful indeed. I began walking towards them, making sure I looked official.
"I'm assistant district attorney Cole Turner. I have some questions to ask the two of you regarding this matter." I purposely ignored the man.
"What, they're sending an assistant? Don't they think a murder is good enough for the D.A?" The man spoke mockingly. I gave him a calm look, just as Prue spoke.


"Darryl!" His name was Darryl. I turned back to her, and received another jolt to my system. I hadn't been able to see her eyes from back there, but they hadn't changed much since I last saw them. Such a piercing blue – with a hint of stormy gray. And as before, so full of sadness. Then noticing that I was watching her, a calm look appeared, and her eyes became blue pools of happiness. If I hadn't been watching her a moment ago, I think that even I would have been sucked into believing that she was truly happy. Darryl spoke, breaking me out of my thoughtfulness. I don't think I like being in my human form much. It makes me think too much.


"Inspector Darryl Morris. I'm with the SFPD, and I'll be handling the investigation. I'd really appreciate it if you would leave me to continue with my work." His voice was calm and pleasant, and his words explained his animosity with me. It wasn't just me; it was the fact that I was a lawyer. I replied in exactly the same tones, and I prided myself on keeping my restraint as he gave Prue a warm look.
"I don't think fraternizing with the key witnesses in a murder counts as doing your work, Inspector."

Ooops…maybe that didn't come out as cool and calm as I'd hoped, judging from the looks on the witches faces.
"Prue Halliwell. This is my younger sister, Phoebe. And Dar – the inspector is a good friend." Ouch. The ice in her voice dared me to take the matter any further. Beautiful and feisty. She would prove to be an interesting lov – kill. I was not gonna say 'lover'. Nope. No way. There wasn't any damn chance that I was going to sleep with a witch. Not even if she does have the face of an angel. Or the voice of a siren, from the old Greek myths. Or the body of that could make any man's blood race. And I highly doubt that demons were immune either, judging from how fast my heart was beating. Damn. Have to stop thinking about her.


"Hi!" Hmmm. Judging from the way that the youngest witch is ogling me, I think that she likes me. This just made my plan easier. Originally I had planned to seduce one of the sisters. If she didn't need seducing, all the better. Though for some reason, I found myself thinking that, if only it had been Prue. But I totally stuffed that one up. I don't think she likes me much. But that's probably for the best. Oh god. I just realized that I've been standing here gawking at Prue. Wait. Not gawking. That's what some lust-filled mortal would do. Lust-filled demons don't gawk. We observe. Again, I repeat. We do not gawk. It's...it's just…I don't know...so un-classy. No matter how much demon's love killing things, the best of us are classy about it. And no, I am not arrogant.

Ok, now I'm sure that I don't like being in my human form. I'm having arguments with myself. Oh boy…I'm gaw – observing again. Luckily, the witches are busy gossiping I suppose, and aren't paying any attention to me. If I wasn't so relieved, I think I'd be offended. I mean, how could they not notice this hunk of manly goodness that is me? Why is Darryl giving me a strange look? Damn. Please, if there really is a Source, please tell me I didn't say that aloud.


"Are you okay Turner?" Another strange look. Damn. Either he noticed my gawk – observing, or I did speak aloud, and he heard me. Both are un-acceptable. I may just have to review my decision to let him live.
"I spoke out loud?" Huh. That was me. I wasn't going to speak. It just came out. I really hate being human.
"Yes, and I really don't want to know where that particular comment came from…plus, I noticed you gawking at Prue." He smirked, and I really want to change my decision.


"Hey! I do not gawk. I observe." Damn him. He's smirking again. Stupid mortal.
"Awww…are we having our first argument, darling?" Just then the witches swung around to stare at us. I felt myself flush as Prue laughed and then said.
"Is there something you're not telling us Darryl?" The cop just laughed. I shot daggers at him with my eyes, and had to keep myself from laughing as he grinned at me. Uh huh. My former thoughts on being human were completely correct. And then everything else I was thinking of disappeared when Prue turned a playful gaze at me, and then spoke, her voice smoky and hot.


"Is there anything I can do for you, Cole?"


"Uh….uh…um..." Oh dear…I really really hate being a human. And the images that flashed through my mind after that particular sentence weren't acceptable for a demon. I decided to go for it, and gave her my hottest stare.
"I'll let you know…darling." I can't believe I just did that. Though the look on the inspector's face was priceless. Prue just smiled, and then airily replied.


"I'll be waiting…" I decided that if she smiled at me like that again, I would gladly take her up on her offer and let her know, in graphic detail, what I wanted to do. Oh god…please let her smile at me again with that smile. Then I realized that both Darryl and Phoebe were staring at us. Prue realized it at the same time, and gave them a cheeky glance, whereas I desperately searched for something else to look at. And all thoughts of seducing the youngest flew out of my head as my gaze once again met Prue's. Just then, Prue's cell-phone rung shrilly.


"Hello?"
"Oh, hi."
"Yeah, I'm fine. You?"
"Sure. When?"
"Ok, I'll see you there."
That one-sided conversation really pissed me off. Only somebody she was intimate with would bother calling at quarter to three in the morning. Darryl saved me from saying something I would really regret, by speaking himself.


"Prue, Phoebe. It's been a long night, and you guys need sleep. Any word on when Piper's getting back?" This interested me. Just how good of a friend was Darryl to the Halliwell's? Since I knew that it had been a demon attack that had brought the witches here, I'm wondering if Darryl knows their secret? I gave him a calculating look, and then decided that he probably didn't. He looked like the kind of guy that didn't believe in magic, let alone in witches and demons.


"Nope, she hasn't contacted us either." Prue replied, shooting me a wary look. Strange…Phoebe hasn't said much at all. I wonder why?
"Do you think something happened?" Darryl said guardedly, giving me a wary look. Okay, so maybe I better re-think my former opinion. Why else would they be talking so guardedly?
"She's with Leo. He wouldn't let anything happen to her." Prue again, though this time she gave Phoebe a look of comfort. Hmmm, Leo would be their white lighter. So the rumors about the witch and the white lighter were true. I could use that to my advantage as well. Things were shaping up quite well. If only I didn't have this damned attraction to Prue.

"Cole? You wanted to ask us some questions?" Prue turned to me, and then stared at Phoebe when she yawned. "Actually, do you mind if we do this later?"
"I think I'll get more out of you when you aren't fighting sleep. Can you be at my office around three?" I replied, strangely, and disturbingly touched by the display of sisterly feelings.


"I have class all day." Phoebe finally spoke, staring at Prue. I wonder why she was looking at her sister like that.
"That's okay. Um, Inspector Morris can get your statement later, at your convenience. Ms. Halliwell, I trust you can make it?" Oh god, I really hoped she could.
"Sure, why not. Oh, but I might run a bit late." She said breezily, and it felt like a fist had been shoved into my gut. Was she going to meet her lover?


"May I ask why?" I wonder if anyone heard the steely tone in my voice. Judging by Darryl's interested stare, I think he might have. Again, both Halliwell's seemed oblivious. Giving me a puzzled stare, she replied.
"My photo shoot might run late. It depends." Oh right, she was a photographer. But she didn't know I knew that.
"You're a model?" I hope my voice didn't sound too incredulous. I didn't want to overdo it. Plus, I really didn't need to insult her anymore than I probably already have. She smirked, and then replied teasingly;
"What, you don't think I could be one?"
"Uh, I didn't mean that…you could be a model, it's just that you don't seem to be the type…" Oh. She was teasing me. Damn.


"Na, I'm just the photographer." She smiled, though unfortunately it wasn't the one I really wanted to see.
"Really? What magazine? Or do you freelance?" I already knew all the details, but if she thought that I was interested, she might thaw out a bit.


"415. So I'll see you at three, and Darryl, I'll see you tonight at the club." She gave Darryl a small hug, and then dragged Phoebe off, waving. Damn, but she was hot.
"If you hurt her, you realize that I'm probably gonna have to hurt you." Darryl's voice was calm and friendly. I had absolutely no idea what he was on about. Either that, or I was deliberately ignoring it.


"Huh? Inspector, I don't believe that I know what you're talking about." My voice, unfortunately, wasn't calm.
"Prue. You obviously like her, and I have a feeling that what you want, you usually end up getting." He said it so calmly, I felt like punching him. Who knew that he was so god damn astute?
"Was I that obvious?" What the? That was not what I wanted to say. In fact, I was going to deny it, quite vehemently, if needed. Darryl smirked, and then nodded. He also added, quite humorously, that;
"If she hadn't been so exhausted, she probably would have noticed as well." He then waved goodbye, and disappeared in his car. I glanced around to make sure that no-one was watching me, and shimmered out.

Appearing back in my apartment, I once again gave my shadow info and watched as it crept away. I struggled to get my tie off, and then had a quick shower. A very cold one.
I was plagued the whole night with dreams of a woman with sad blue eyes and lush full lips. A woman I was forbidden to pursue, according to destiny. A woman I was destined to kill.
Damn.
Destiny sucks.

TBC