CENTENNIAL CHARMED
Note: Sorry, but Leo died in the beginning of the story. I couldn't find a way to make him of significance to the story, and it's hard for me to include a character when he or she doesn't have that great of a role. I try my best to balance each character out, even though I do tend to star Piper. I just thought that if Leo was still around, then he could have easily healed Piper, easily orbed them out of danger. I want this to be an angst fic, and I guess I also want to prolong Piper's suffering. (Yes, I'm cruel. it's part of my nature!) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 13
-hospital-
It has been a week since Phoebe lost contact with Paige. Throughout the whole week, Piper's condition had neither improved, nor gotten worse. However, Phoebe was worried. Knowing Cole (which she does), he would attack the moment he gets the chance to, and that was what worried Phoebe. He has had his chance for a week now. 'Why hasn't he attacked yet?' Not that she is trying to jinx anything, but there was just an uneasy feeling at the back of her subconscious mind. A nagging little thought that seemed to remain buried under a whole load of stress, but it's still there. 'Maybe he's toying with us. Wait until Piper gets better, than strike.'
Phoebe continued to stare into space, absentmindedly stroking Piper's bandaged hands.
A movement in the corner of her eyes caused her to snap out of her daydream. Quickly, Phoebe whirled around, only to find Cole at the corner.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"I came here to see my sister-in-law," he stated innocently.
"Let's not forget who caused her to be in here in the first place," Phoebe retorted angrily.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. It was rather fun," he replied sadistically.
"Okay, Cole, get out of here NOW!"
"Make me."
"Damn it, Cole, I mean it!"
"And I do too. Come on Phoebe, come back to me."
"You've got some nerve to ask me of this, especially after what you did to my sister."
"I said I'm sorry. jeez, can't a guy make a mistake?"
"Cole, leave NOW!"
"Okay, okay," Cole said as he backed against the corner. "I'll be back though." And with that, he shimmered out.
Phoebe let loose a worn sigh. The stress of recent events along with her exhaustion from three restless nights did not help her at all. It wasn't soon before she drifted off into another uneasy rest.
-Cole's POV-
Cole patiently waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Over the past few days, he has come to enjoy the intensity of torturing Piper. Maybe it's her vulnerability that feeds his hungry, cruel nature. Or maybe it's because she prevented him from killing Paige. Or perhaps simply because he felt like it. Cole doesn't know, nor does he care. He just knows that he thirsts for that feeling again.
It was not long before he saw Phoebe fall into an uncomfortable slumber.
'Here's my cue' he thought anxiously. Cole approached his target and a twisted smile formed on his stoic face. Grabbing a hold of the various tubes and wires, he swiftly yanked them out of Piper. At the same time, lifting up Piper's fragile form in a strong grip. The oxygen mask slipped off, and the flatline beeping rang out.
Phoebe shot up to find Piper in Cole's grip. Determined to get her sister back, Phoebe engaged her husband to her hand to hand duel. She striked out with her right arm, only to have it blocked by Cole's lightening quick reflexes. Angrily, Phoebe pressed on, sweeping her leg underneath Cole, trying to trip him.
Cole swiftly dodged the sweep with Piper in his arms, but Phoebe's powerful fist met him in the nose. She didn't stop there, she pressed her assault on and levitated, spun for momentum, and kicking him squarely in the jaw. He stumbled back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He placed Piper on the ground, and held up a defensive pose.
Phoebe swung out with her hands in a combination of attacks, while Cole swiftly blocked each one. Then, he pressed on his own assault, only to have Phoebe block them with as much ease as he did. They dueled, back and forth, when Phoebe suddenly jabbed an elbow at him. Quickly, he grabbed a hold of her, and pinned her arms behind her back, and bringing her up close to him.
"Got you now," he whispered in her ear.
"You wish," she panted, and brought her heel at a diagonal on his shins, then dragged down. In pain, Cole, loosened his grip, while Phoebe took that chance to spin around and flip him.
Feeling slightly ticked off, Cole decided that he has had enough of this fight and dove at Piper. Tackling his prey, Cole shimmered away.
Note: Sorry, but Leo died in the beginning of the story. I couldn't find a way to make him of significance to the story, and it's hard for me to include a character when he or she doesn't have that great of a role. I try my best to balance each character out, even though I do tend to star Piper. I just thought that if Leo was still around, then he could have easily healed Piper, easily orbed them out of danger. I want this to be an angst fic, and I guess I also want to prolong Piper's suffering. (Yes, I'm cruel. it's part of my nature!) Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 13
-hospital-
It has been a week since Phoebe lost contact with Paige. Throughout the whole week, Piper's condition had neither improved, nor gotten worse. However, Phoebe was worried. Knowing Cole (which she does), he would attack the moment he gets the chance to, and that was what worried Phoebe. He has had his chance for a week now. 'Why hasn't he attacked yet?' Not that she is trying to jinx anything, but there was just an uneasy feeling at the back of her subconscious mind. A nagging little thought that seemed to remain buried under a whole load of stress, but it's still there. 'Maybe he's toying with us. Wait until Piper gets better, than strike.'
Phoebe continued to stare into space, absentmindedly stroking Piper's bandaged hands.
A movement in the corner of her eyes caused her to snap out of her daydream. Quickly, Phoebe whirled around, only to find Cole at the corner.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"I came here to see my sister-in-law," he stated innocently.
"Let's not forget who caused her to be in here in the first place," Phoebe retorted angrily.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself. It was rather fun," he replied sadistically.
"Okay, Cole, get out of here NOW!"
"Make me."
"Damn it, Cole, I mean it!"
"And I do too. Come on Phoebe, come back to me."
"You've got some nerve to ask me of this, especially after what you did to my sister."
"I said I'm sorry. jeez, can't a guy make a mistake?"
"Cole, leave NOW!"
"Okay, okay," Cole said as he backed against the corner. "I'll be back though." And with that, he shimmered out.
Phoebe let loose a worn sigh. The stress of recent events along with her exhaustion from three restless nights did not help her at all. It wasn't soon before she drifted off into another uneasy rest.
-Cole's POV-
Cole patiently waited for the perfect opportunity to strike. Over the past few days, he has come to enjoy the intensity of torturing Piper. Maybe it's her vulnerability that feeds his hungry, cruel nature. Or maybe it's because she prevented him from killing Paige. Or perhaps simply because he felt like it. Cole doesn't know, nor does he care. He just knows that he thirsts for that feeling again.
It was not long before he saw Phoebe fall into an uncomfortable slumber.
'Here's my cue' he thought anxiously. Cole approached his target and a twisted smile formed on his stoic face. Grabbing a hold of the various tubes and wires, he swiftly yanked them out of Piper. At the same time, lifting up Piper's fragile form in a strong grip. The oxygen mask slipped off, and the flatline beeping rang out.
Phoebe shot up to find Piper in Cole's grip. Determined to get her sister back, Phoebe engaged her husband to her hand to hand duel. She striked out with her right arm, only to have it blocked by Cole's lightening quick reflexes. Angrily, Phoebe pressed on, sweeping her leg underneath Cole, trying to trip him.
Cole swiftly dodged the sweep with Piper in his arms, but Phoebe's powerful fist met him in the nose. She didn't stop there, she pressed her assault on and levitated, spun for momentum, and kicking him squarely in the jaw. He stumbled back, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He placed Piper on the ground, and held up a defensive pose.
Phoebe swung out with her hands in a combination of attacks, while Cole swiftly blocked each one. Then, he pressed on his own assault, only to have Phoebe block them with as much ease as he did. They dueled, back and forth, when Phoebe suddenly jabbed an elbow at him. Quickly, he grabbed a hold of her, and pinned her arms behind her back, and bringing her up close to him.
"Got you now," he whispered in her ear.
"You wish," she panted, and brought her heel at a diagonal on his shins, then dragged down. In pain, Cole, loosened his grip, while Phoebe took that chance to spin around and flip him.
Feeling slightly ticked off, Cole decided that he has had enough of this fight and dove at Piper. Tackling his prey, Cole shimmered away.