A/N can I point out that I am aware that this story isn't authentic to the
1800s; this is just a fic about Cole and his parents.
Part 8
*Flashback, 1888*
'Ben!' Elizabeth ran up to her husband as he was heading out of the door,
'Where are you going at 6am?'
'I need to settle a dispute between the Smythes and the Zenfrys. They're expecting me right now.'
'Why must everyone put you in the middle of their problems?'
'Because I'm the town councilman.' Ben formed his sentence slowly, which
caused Elizabeth to frown at him. He sighed and placed his hand under his
wife's chin and lifted it so that he could look into her eyes.
'I'm sorry Liz.' Ben smiled at her, 'But you know what these people are
like. But I want to help them. It's my calling.'
'Oh, I know,' Elizabeth breathed. She planted a kiss on his lips, 'I just hate it
when you leave. But... I can't keep you under house arrest.' Ben's adoring
smile grew wider, and he kissed Elizabeth back,
'I don't know how long I'm going to be- I'm working with battleaxes- but when I
get back, I promise that I will prepare a special night in for you, me and Cole.'
Elizabeth nodded and ushered Ben out of the door,
'Well, then hurry back.' Ben nodded and Elizabeth waved him off. She shut the
door and headed back to the family room. Cole wouldn't wake up for a while,
so she had some time to relax. A dopey smile formed on her face when she
thought of her beloved son and his weird sleeping habits. He was very
punctual: he could be extremely hyperactive at 7:59, but be fast asleep at
8:00. He was a little angel. Serena's smile vanished when she contradicted
herself; *my son isn't an angel, is he? He's half demon'*. Elizabeth had
renounced the dark side when she met Ben. She was supposed to prevent
him from doing any more good in the world, but she fell for him instead. They
had been together for just over four years and he still didn't know the truth...
which was why Elizabeth dreaded the day when Cole would morph into his
demonic form, Belthazor, for the first time. Ben would be crushed. And, what's
worse, her parents would sense Belthazor and come for him. Elizabeth would
never ever give him up, she'd rather die than let her son do any evil. But since
she renounced evil, she couldn't appeal for a power stripping spell from the
Grimoire, and, being a full-blooded demon, she would not be able to seek
help from a good witch. It was out of her control, and Cole's, for that matter.
Within a few minutes, she heard tiny little footsteps, and her three year old
son came out of his nursery,
'Mommy.' He said and gave Elizabeth a hug, 'I'm scared.'
'What happened sweetie?' she asked him gently,
'Big, mean people come after me.' He replied.
'Its okay Cole,' Elizabeth reassured him, 'It was only a bad dream.' As Cole
hugged his mother tightly, her mind was only thinking one thing.
*They're coming.*
Part 8
*Flashback, 1888*
'Ben!' Elizabeth ran up to her husband as he was heading out of the door,
'Where are you going at 6am?'
'I need to settle a dispute between the Smythes and the Zenfrys. They're expecting me right now.'
'Why must everyone put you in the middle of their problems?'
'Because I'm the town councilman.' Ben formed his sentence slowly, which
caused Elizabeth to frown at him. He sighed and placed his hand under his
wife's chin and lifted it so that he could look into her eyes.
'I'm sorry Liz.' Ben smiled at her, 'But you know what these people are
like. But I want to help them. It's my calling.'
'Oh, I know,' Elizabeth breathed. She planted a kiss on his lips, 'I just hate it
when you leave. But... I can't keep you under house arrest.' Ben's adoring
smile grew wider, and he kissed Elizabeth back,
'I don't know how long I'm going to be- I'm working with battleaxes- but when I
get back, I promise that I will prepare a special night in for you, me and Cole.'
Elizabeth nodded and ushered Ben out of the door,
'Well, then hurry back.' Ben nodded and Elizabeth waved him off. She shut the
door and headed back to the family room. Cole wouldn't wake up for a while,
so she had some time to relax. A dopey smile formed on her face when she
thought of her beloved son and his weird sleeping habits. He was very
punctual: he could be extremely hyperactive at 7:59, but be fast asleep at
8:00. He was a little angel. Serena's smile vanished when she contradicted
herself; *my son isn't an angel, is he? He's half demon'*. Elizabeth had
renounced the dark side when she met Ben. She was supposed to prevent
him from doing any more good in the world, but she fell for him instead. They
had been together for just over four years and he still didn't know the truth...
which was why Elizabeth dreaded the day when Cole would morph into his
demonic form, Belthazor, for the first time. Ben would be crushed. And, what's
worse, her parents would sense Belthazor and come for him. Elizabeth would
never ever give him up, she'd rather die than let her son do any evil. But since
she renounced evil, she couldn't appeal for a power stripping spell from the
Grimoire, and, being a full-blooded demon, she would not be able to seek
help from a good witch. It was out of her control, and Cole's, for that matter.
Within a few minutes, she heard tiny little footsteps, and her three year old
son came out of his nursery,
'Mommy.' He said and gave Elizabeth a hug, 'I'm scared.'
'What happened sweetie?' she asked him gently,
'Big, mean people come after me.' He replied.
'Its okay Cole,' Elizabeth reassured him, 'It was only a bad dream.' As Cole
hugged his mother tightly, her mind was only thinking one thing.
*They're coming.*