The Rescue
A/N: Sorry this took so long. It's not much but I hope you enjoy it.
The demon known as Demar watched as the once mighty Belthazor hugged his beloved witch. Disgust wrote itself across his face. It was a disgrace to all demons. How could he love such a creature? And not only was she a witch, but a Charmed one. He couldn't watch any longer. He had a job to do and he was going to enjoy it.
Demar crept along the wall quietly, looking for the perfect angle to kill them before they spotted him. There! He didn't bother drawing an energy ball. That weapon never worked for any other demon. Why should he risk his neck? He pulled out a knife from the back of his belt. It was too easy.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Cole asked again.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. And I'm sure Piper and Prue are fine. I mean Leo's probably there and they're thinking of a way to get us out. Right? It's just a matter of time." Phoebe stroked the arm around her. Cole let her do all the talking. It was a way to let her reassure herself. He didn't know what to say anyway.
Demar was behind the couple now. It was time to seize his moment. With one thrust of his hand the blade went into Cole's lower back through to his stomach smoothly.
"Ahhh." Cole reached for his stomach. He fell against Phoebe causing them both to fall to their knees.
"Cole! Oh Cole, baby." Phoebe pressed her hand against his wound to stop the blood flow. A shadow stood over her. The demon.
Demar smiled satisfactorily. "Say your prayers witch. You'll need them."
"Hey buddy!" Piper yelled from the back of the cave like room, anger in her voice. "Pray to this." She flicked her wrist and with perfect aim blew the demon into millions of pieces that disappeared as soon as they were apart. Piper walked over to her last sister and Cole. "Leo, heal him now."
Leo knelt down and let the healing light flow from his fingers. "I can't heal it all the way, but if we get him to the hospital they can stitch it up."
Phoebe looked up at Piper. There was no emotion in her face at all. Just pure anger. "Piper, what's the matter?"
"I tell you when we get home."
"But I-."
"I said I'll tell you when we get home. Now lets go." She took Leo's hand who held on to Phoebe and Cole and they orbed back to the manor.
A/N: Sorry this took so long. It's not much but I hope you enjoy it.
The demon known as Demar watched as the once mighty Belthazor hugged his beloved witch. Disgust wrote itself across his face. It was a disgrace to all demons. How could he love such a creature? And not only was she a witch, but a Charmed one. He couldn't watch any longer. He had a job to do and he was going to enjoy it.
Demar crept along the wall quietly, looking for the perfect angle to kill them before they spotted him. There! He didn't bother drawing an energy ball. That weapon never worked for any other demon. Why should he risk his neck? He pulled out a knife from the back of his belt. It was too easy.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Cole asked again.
"Yeah. I'll be fine. And I'm sure Piper and Prue are fine. I mean Leo's probably there and they're thinking of a way to get us out. Right? It's just a matter of time." Phoebe stroked the arm around her. Cole let her do all the talking. It was a way to let her reassure herself. He didn't know what to say anyway.
Demar was behind the couple now. It was time to seize his moment. With one thrust of his hand the blade went into Cole's lower back through to his stomach smoothly.
"Ahhh." Cole reached for his stomach. He fell against Phoebe causing them both to fall to their knees.
"Cole! Oh Cole, baby." Phoebe pressed her hand against his wound to stop the blood flow. A shadow stood over her. The demon.
Demar smiled satisfactorily. "Say your prayers witch. You'll need them."
"Hey buddy!" Piper yelled from the back of the cave like room, anger in her voice. "Pray to this." She flicked her wrist and with perfect aim blew the demon into millions of pieces that disappeared as soon as they were apart. Piper walked over to her last sister and Cole. "Leo, heal him now."
Leo knelt down and let the healing light flow from his fingers. "I can't heal it all the way, but if we get him to the hospital they can stitch it up."
Phoebe looked up at Piper. There was no emotion in her face at all. Just pure anger. "Piper, what's the matter?"
"I tell you when we get home."
"But I-."
"I said I'll tell you when we get home. Now lets go." She took Leo's hand who held on to Phoebe and Cole and they orbed back to the manor.