Chapter VI
An eye-popping image just sent Cole off the wall. His blood pressure was rising, and his face was flushed. Veins popped out around his temple and forehead, as he balled up his fist trying to hold in all the anger and madness. What he had suspected was all true. Lying right in front of his eyes was the one person he loved the most, and the one that hurt him the most.
Standing there stiffly, and not blinking, he focused all his anger towards Clay, and pains and betrayal towards Phoebe. He tightened his fist and grinded his teeth as tears sprung in his eyes. He tried his best to hold it in; he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him. He suppressed all his emotions so he wouldn't do anything stupid. This was the one time he wished he was still a demon with powers. All he had to do was just throw a fireball, and Clay would be vanished in a blink of an eye. Now that he's a *mortal*, shortcuts came with consequences. Problems don't just go away like they did when he was still bestowed with powers. It's you do the crime, you pay the time.
Suddenly Clay stood up, covering himself with the bedspread, about to protest. Cole inhaled faintly and stopped Clay before he could say anything, while Phoebe looked a little less apathetic.
"Don't bother. Just get out of my house." Cole slowly demanded, in a hissing tone of voice. "Both of you."
"But Cole," Phoebe complained, with a little fakeness behind her voice. "I can explain."
"Don't bother." He repeated this time more harshly. "Just get out. Leave it be." he left without saying another word, leaving Clay and Phoebe to go about their business.
Picking up their articles of clothing, Clay walked out with awkwardness surrounding him. Phoebe stayed behind a little longer, dressing herself, she smiled evilly as her eyes glowed in a shade of vermilion. She then walked out, and was then taken aback when she saw the door wide open accompanied by Cole standing beside it.
Avoiding her eyes, he widened the door, and then slammed it shut after she walked out. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine as he held onto the knob firmly for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly, and drawing in a deep breath. He felt an aching pain run through his chest. How could she have done that done that to him? Does the word 'Till death do us part' mean anything to her? Walking back into the room he had once shared with Phoebe, he gathered all the covers, pillows, bedspreads, and piled it up to take to the dumpster. While he was busy doing that, the wedding picture of Phoebe and him on the nightstand had caught his attention. Dropping everything, he grabbed the picture. Looking at it with a disgusted face, he smashed it down onto the ground.
Stepping out into the living room, he heard the front door close. To his surprise he found a somewhat depressed Phoebe walking towards him with a warm smile across her full luscious lips. He then felt a little twitch of shiver running through him. Somehow, he felt weird, a little taken back. Minutes ago, he felt a cold, unexplainable feeling towards Phoebe. He felt darkness. Now he saw light, spark, and life.
"I thought I said to get out." It slipped out. Cole wanted to smack himself for saying that, but it wasn't his fault for feeling all this betrayal and anger.
"Excuse me?" Phoebe shrieked, looking like she was about to go off again. After long hours of thinking, she had started to think about forgiving Cole. Now, all the disgusted feelings just came back when those cold words escaped his lips. "Well, I'm sorry if I didn't hear you through your stupidity when I stormed out. The idiot that I am, I actually thought we could talk this out, and I would forgive you. I guess not." About to leave again, Cole suddenly yelled in rage.
"Forgive me for what? For knowing that you were going to cheat on me, which you did! Didn't take you long to reply to him now did it?"
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Phoebe retorted.
"Oh my goodness Phoebe! Are you actually playing stupid with me?" Cole falsely laughed in disbelief.
"Hey! Don't you dare call me stupid! I'm not the one who's accusing people for doing wrong, when they didn't!" Phoebe said defensively. "Get your facts straight!"
"Of course not, it was just my imagination that Clay and you just had sex on our bed!" Cole acclaimed.
"Cole, I haven't seen Clay all afternoon after you had scared him off this morning." Phoebe stated.
"So where were you all afternoon?" Cole investigated.
"I went to the office then to downtown." Phoebe answered irritably. "You know what Cole, it's not like you're going to take my word for it. Just call me when you decide to grow up. I'll be at the manor." With that she left him standing there speechless. Breathing in and breathing out heavily, Cole slopped down onto the couch, confused about what Phoebe had said about her not being accompanied by Clay.
Sitting in an uncomfortable position, he suddenly felt an uneasy wave. He felt as if he wasn't the only one in the house. Turning his back, he found a sultry temptress standing in the back to the couch, in a red silky, skimpy, outfit that looked like a thin rag wrapped around her heaving breasts and a mini towel draping across her body.
"Sisselii." Cole purred as he stood up. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Oh, and here I thought you'd already forgotten about me." She skeptically replied in a sexy manner.
"What-what are you doing here?" Cole stammered.
"Why, don't look so surprised to see me, lover." Sisselii moved closer and ran her fingers around his chest. Cole slightly gulped, as he loosened up his shirt collar.
"Sisse," Cole began, as he grabbed her soft silky hand, "No."
"What? Haven't seen you in a century and you've already turned against me?" She hissed, and then sarcastically smiled at him. "Oh, I forgot, you've been brainwashed by your so called witch, Freebee, is it?"
"It's Phoebe, and I haven't been brainwashed." Cole hissed back and threw her hand back. "But you on the other hand…"
"Me on the other hand what?" She took a quick evil glaze at him.
"Well, a very very desperate, needing, little, powerless, horny demon." Cole spat.
"Hmm, you certainly didn't say that 100 years ago when I had you wrapped around my little finger." She amusingly spat his comment. "You were this lonely all mighty powerful Belthazor, with needs one can't fill. Then, came me, I rescued you from your loneliness, and this is the thanks I get?" She snickered. "If it wasn't I who had taught you, now your so called lover would've stuck. Thanks to me, she now thinks you're her God."
"And how would you know that?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"Let's just say I had myself a little premonition." She winked, and then smiled seductively.
" You did this didn't you?" Cole accused.
"I beg your pardon?" She screeched. "I have no idea what you're babbling about."
"Don't fuck with me!" Cole fiercely grabbed her shoulder. "Did you or did you not cause me my marriage?"
"Well, I suppose there's no use of me lying," She simply replied, with bit of excitement in her voice, "So what if I did? I did it for a good cause."
Cole shook her violently. "Don't you fuck with me you little bitch. I'm not in the mood to play your little charade. You caused me Phoebe, and now it's going to cause you your life."
"Ah, ah, ah." Sisselii broke free from Cole's grip and wiggled her forefinger in front of Cole's face. "You forgot a little thing. You have no power." She evilly smiled. Her eyes then turned vermilion once again, as she looked into Cole's deep blue eyes.
An eye-popping image just sent Cole off the wall. His blood pressure was rising, and his face was flushed. Veins popped out around his temple and forehead, as he balled up his fist trying to hold in all the anger and madness. What he had suspected was all true. Lying right in front of his eyes was the one person he loved the most, and the one that hurt him the most.
Standing there stiffly, and not blinking, he focused all his anger towards Clay, and pains and betrayal towards Phoebe. He tightened his fist and grinded his teeth as tears sprung in his eyes. He tried his best to hold it in; he tried not to let his emotions get the better of him. He suppressed all his emotions so he wouldn't do anything stupid. This was the one time he wished he was still a demon with powers. All he had to do was just throw a fireball, and Clay would be vanished in a blink of an eye. Now that he's a *mortal*, shortcuts came with consequences. Problems don't just go away like they did when he was still bestowed with powers. It's you do the crime, you pay the time.
Suddenly Clay stood up, covering himself with the bedspread, about to protest. Cole inhaled faintly and stopped Clay before he could say anything, while Phoebe looked a little less apathetic.
"Don't bother. Just get out of my house." Cole slowly demanded, in a hissing tone of voice. "Both of you."
"But Cole," Phoebe complained, with a little fakeness behind her voice. "I can explain."
"Don't bother." He repeated this time more harshly. "Just get out. Leave it be." he left without saying another word, leaving Clay and Phoebe to go about their business.
Picking up their articles of clothing, Clay walked out with awkwardness surrounding him. Phoebe stayed behind a little longer, dressing herself, she smiled evilly as her eyes glowed in a shade of vermilion. She then walked out, and was then taken aback when she saw the door wide open accompanied by Cole standing beside it.
Avoiding her eyes, he widened the door, and then slammed it shut after she walked out. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine as he held onto the knob firmly for a moment, shutting his eyes tightly, and drawing in a deep breath. He felt an aching pain run through his chest. How could she have done that done that to him? Does the word 'Till death do us part' mean anything to her? Walking back into the room he had once shared with Phoebe, he gathered all the covers, pillows, bedspreads, and piled it up to take to the dumpster. While he was busy doing that, the wedding picture of Phoebe and him on the nightstand had caught his attention. Dropping everything, he grabbed the picture. Looking at it with a disgusted face, he smashed it down onto the ground.
Stepping out into the living room, he heard the front door close. To his surprise he found a somewhat depressed Phoebe walking towards him with a warm smile across her full luscious lips. He then felt a little twitch of shiver running through him. Somehow, he felt weird, a little taken back. Minutes ago, he felt a cold, unexplainable feeling towards Phoebe. He felt darkness. Now he saw light, spark, and life.
"I thought I said to get out." It slipped out. Cole wanted to smack himself for saying that, but it wasn't his fault for feeling all this betrayal and anger.
"Excuse me?" Phoebe shrieked, looking like she was about to go off again. After long hours of thinking, she had started to think about forgiving Cole. Now, all the disgusted feelings just came back when those cold words escaped his lips. "Well, I'm sorry if I didn't hear you through your stupidity when I stormed out. The idiot that I am, I actually thought we could talk this out, and I would forgive you. I guess not." About to leave again, Cole suddenly yelled in rage.
"Forgive me for what? For knowing that you were going to cheat on me, which you did! Didn't take you long to reply to him now did it?"
"What the hell are you babbling about?" Phoebe retorted.
"Oh my goodness Phoebe! Are you actually playing stupid with me?" Cole falsely laughed in disbelief.
"Hey! Don't you dare call me stupid! I'm not the one who's accusing people for doing wrong, when they didn't!" Phoebe said defensively. "Get your facts straight!"
"Of course not, it was just my imagination that Clay and you just had sex on our bed!" Cole acclaimed.
"Cole, I haven't seen Clay all afternoon after you had scared him off this morning." Phoebe stated.
"So where were you all afternoon?" Cole investigated.
"I went to the office then to downtown." Phoebe answered irritably. "You know what Cole, it's not like you're going to take my word for it. Just call me when you decide to grow up. I'll be at the manor." With that she left him standing there speechless. Breathing in and breathing out heavily, Cole slopped down onto the couch, confused about what Phoebe had said about her not being accompanied by Clay.
Sitting in an uncomfortable position, he suddenly felt an uneasy wave. He felt as if he wasn't the only one in the house. Turning his back, he found a sultry temptress standing in the back to the couch, in a red silky, skimpy, outfit that looked like a thin rag wrapped around her heaving breasts and a mini towel draping across her body.
"Sisselii." Cole purred as he stood up. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Oh, and here I thought you'd already forgotten about me." She skeptically replied in a sexy manner.
"What-what are you doing here?" Cole stammered.
"Why, don't look so surprised to see me, lover." Sisselii moved closer and ran her fingers around his chest. Cole slightly gulped, as he loosened up his shirt collar.
"Sisse," Cole began, as he grabbed her soft silky hand, "No."
"What? Haven't seen you in a century and you've already turned against me?" She hissed, and then sarcastically smiled at him. "Oh, I forgot, you've been brainwashed by your so called witch, Freebee, is it?"
"It's Phoebe, and I haven't been brainwashed." Cole hissed back and threw her hand back. "But you on the other hand…"
"Me on the other hand what?" She took a quick evil glaze at him.
"Well, a very very desperate, needing, little, powerless, horny demon." Cole spat.
"Hmm, you certainly didn't say that 100 years ago when I had you wrapped around my little finger." She amusingly spat his comment. "You were this lonely all mighty powerful Belthazor, with needs one can't fill. Then, came me, I rescued you from your loneliness, and this is the thanks I get?" She snickered. "If it wasn't I who had taught you, now your so called lover would've stuck. Thanks to me, she now thinks you're her God."
"And how would you know that?" Cole asked suspiciously.
"Let's just say I had myself a little premonition." She winked, and then smiled seductively.
" You did this didn't you?" Cole accused.
"I beg your pardon?" She screeched. "I have no idea what you're babbling about."
"Don't fuck with me!" Cole fiercely grabbed her shoulder. "Did you or did you not cause me my marriage?"
"Well, I suppose there's no use of me lying," She simply replied, with bit of excitement in her voice, "So what if I did? I did it for a good cause."
Cole shook her violently. "Don't you fuck with me you little bitch. I'm not in the mood to play your little charade. You caused me Phoebe, and now it's going to cause you your life."
"Ah, ah, ah." Sisselii broke free from Cole's grip and wiggled her forefinger in front of Cole's face. "You forgot a little thing. You have no power." She evilly smiled. Her eyes then turned vermilion once again, as she looked into Cole's deep blue eyes.
