Part Fifteen: 20 December 2000: Christmas Rush Hour
Characters: Cole, Lila, Paige (23)
Cole Turner looked the jewellery store at a local mall. It had been decades since he had last been shopping for jewellery for a woman, since the last had allowed his human half to set boundaries on its own.
He looked along the rows in the glass cabinets at all the different trinkets that could be bought, watches, bracelets, necklaces, rings. No, he had better stay away from the rings; he did not want to give Phoebe the wrong idea.
Things had definitely progressed in the last hundred years, yet one thing had stayed the same. Every woman loved jewellery and a ring still meant more than just a Christmas present.
Cole scanned through the bracelets, what was he doing here anyway. He was a demon, she was a witch, he should be thinking on ways to vanquish her not which would look better again her skin tones, silver or gold. White gold, he decided.
He needed something just a little bit different for Phoebe, something that showed her that she had not just picked up the first thing he saw. Something that showed her he'd thought about her gift.
Something that told Phoebe that her loved her.
He loved the witch. That was the problem; he had started to cross the line.
Unsure of her feeling for her, all he knew was he loved the witch and could not conquer up the right emotion to kill her anymore. And that problem had lead to another on what to get her for Christmas. He needed the perfect gift and fashions had definitely changed since the last time he had to choose a gift for a woman.
He was quickly learning the difference in shopping for a woman instead of a man. There was so much choice and variety.
Cole glanced over at a couple young women that were around Phoebe age on the other side of the store to get some ideas. He had to get some inspiration from somewhere.
Paige was daydreaming while holding a delicate silver bracelet that contained crushed diamonds. If only she could afford things in this store instead of just window-shopping.
She closed her eyes and she carefully placed the bracelet around her left wrist and drifted into her imagination as she felt the soft gold against her skin.
Imagining herself dressed to the nail with a ball gown and the perfect man in a tux. Paige threw herself into a dream that would be perfect for one night, one night of not having to worry about anything, being able to own beautiful things and just have fun.
"Paige," Lila voice broke through her thoughts.
"Yeah," Paige replied handing the bracelet back to the assistant. "What is it?"
"That guy over there has been checking you out," Lila told her gesturing with her eyes to Cole.
Paige glanced over to Cole, "Woah, he's really cute."
"Tell me about it," Lila agreed. "But that enough daydreaming for you today."
"Why?" Paige moaned.
"The time," Lila told her as she showed Paige her watch. "Cowan's going to go spare our lunch break has been over for half an hour."
"Damn it," she muttered looking down at her own watch. "Let's go."
Paige brushed past Cole as she followed Lila out of the door. She turned to look back at him.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay," Cole muttered in replied as he walked over to where Paige had been standing and looked at the tray that Paige had been examining only minutes earlier.
Cole looked down at the same bracelet that he had noticed Paige looking at earlier. This was perfect; it was so beautiful, delicate and fragile but also intense and powerful, just like Phoebe.
Cole turned back to the doorway where the two girls had just left. There was something so similar about the girl with dark hair, that gave him the feeling that he had seen her before.
Cole shrugged, he probably had seen her before but at over a hundred years old, he hardly remember every person that he had meet.
He looked up at the shop assistant that was approaching him with a sickening smile that was pasted onto her face.
"I'll take this."
Characters: Cole, Lila, Paige (23)
Cole Turner looked the jewellery store at a local mall. It had been decades since he had last been shopping for jewellery for a woman, since the last had allowed his human half to set boundaries on its own.
He looked along the rows in the glass cabinets at all the different trinkets that could be bought, watches, bracelets, necklaces, rings. No, he had better stay away from the rings; he did not want to give Phoebe the wrong idea.
Things had definitely progressed in the last hundred years, yet one thing had stayed the same. Every woman loved jewellery and a ring still meant more than just a Christmas present.
Cole scanned through the bracelets, what was he doing here anyway. He was a demon, she was a witch, he should be thinking on ways to vanquish her not which would look better again her skin tones, silver or gold. White gold, he decided.
He needed something just a little bit different for Phoebe, something that showed her that she had not just picked up the first thing he saw. Something that showed her he'd thought about her gift.
Something that told Phoebe that her loved her.
He loved the witch. That was the problem; he had started to cross the line.
Unsure of her feeling for her, all he knew was he loved the witch and could not conquer up the right emotion to kill her anymore. And that problem had lead to another on what to get her for Christmas. He needed the perfect gift and fashions had definitely changed since the last time he had to choose a gift for a woman.
He was quickly learning the difference in shopping for a woman instead of a man. There was so much choice and variety.
Cole glanced over at a couple young women that were around Phoebe age on the other side of the store to get some ideas. He had to get some inspiration from somewhere.
Paige was daydreaming while holding a delicate silver bracelet that contained crushed diamonds. If only she could afford things in this store instead of just window-shopping.
She closed her eyes and she carefully placed the bracelet around her left wrist and drifted into her imagination as she felt the soft gold against her skin.
Imagining herself dressed to the nail with a ball gown and the perfect man in a tux. Paige threw herself into a dream that would be perfect for one night, one night of not having to worry about anything, being able to own beautiful things and just have fun.
"Paige," Lila voice broke through her thoughts.
"Yeah," Paige replied handing the bracelet back to the assistant. "What is it?"
"That guy over there has been checking you out," Lila told her gesturing with her eyes to Cole.
Paige glanced over to Cole, "Woah, he's really cute."
"Tell me about it," Lila agreed. "But that enough daydreaming for you today."
"Why?" Paige moaned.
"The time," Lila told her as she showed Paige her watch. "Cowan's going to go spare our lunch break has been over for half an hour."
"Damn it," she muttered looking down at her own watch. "Let's go."
Paige brushed past Cole as she followed Lila out of the door. She turned to look back at him.
"I'm sorry."
"That's okay," Cole muttered in replied as he walked over to where Paige had been standing and looked at the tray that Paige had been examining only minutes earlier.
Cole looked down at the same bracelet that he had noticed Paige looking at earlier. This was perfect; it was so beautiful, delicate and fragile but also intense and powerful, just like Phoebe.
Cole turned back to the doorway where the two girls had just left. There was something so similar about the girl with dark hair, that gave him the feeling that he had seen her before.
Cole shrugged, he probably had seen her before but at over a hundred years old, he hardly remember every person that he had meet.
He looked up at the shop assistant that was approaching him with a sickening smile that was pasted onto her face.
"I'll take this."