A/N: I would've updated sooner, but the rating was wrong for one of the stories I was doing so I got in trouble and they wouldn't let me update until now. So sorry and I'll try not to let that happen again!

Cole squirted some poured syrup on Phoebe's pancakes then picked up the tray. As he went by a vase full of roses, he snatched one up and put it onto the tray. Cole carried the tray carefully up the stairs, and then opened the door quietly, trying not to wake Phoebe. He put the tray of food on the nightstand next to the bed. He removed the rose and put it behind the lamp making sure that Phoebe couldn't see it when she woke up.

He sat on the soft bed beside Phoebe. She was turned away from Cole, soundly asleep. He laid his strong hand against Phoebe's pale soft silky skin. His hand laid on her arm. Cole was hoping she had forgiven him for the night before. His hand traveled up phoebe's arm then it landed on her shoulder. He bent down and inhaled a soft scent of cinnamon from her applied lotion. He moved some hair from her face. "Phoebe." Cole whispered into her ear. She stirred but didn't wake. "Phoebe." Cole called again. She turned her head, her eyes looking at Cole. Phoebe smiled.

"Hey." She spoke softly. Cole kissed her then she sniffed. "Did Piper cook breakfast?"

Cole laughed. "No, but I did." Cole turned and showed Phoebe her beautifully arranged breakfast.

"You did this?" Phoebe was surprised. She pushed herself up so she sat up-right. Cole nodded and placed the tray over her lap. She pulled some cover to hide her bare body. Phoebe was astonished by the cooked breakfast. Before she started eating, Cole pulled the rose from behind the lamp. He gave it to Phoebe.

Phoebe smelt it while closing her eyes. "I'm surprised Cole. I didn't know you could cook."

"I can cook just a little bit." Phoebe smiled. Cole was happy since it seemed she forgot about what happened that night before.

Phoebe began to eat. "I forgive you." She said just out of nowhere.

                Cole didn't understand at first. "What?"

                "I forgive you for not telling me about your dad." Cole didn't know what to say so he flirted.

                "I'm glad you did. I didn't want to lose such a beautiful woman."

                Phoebe smiled. Cole turned away from Phoebe feeling some sort of presence but he brushed the feeling off hoping doing that wasn't a mistake.

                Phoebe dipped her pancake in the syrup then fed it to Cole. Just as she was about to feed him more food, a crash came from the bathroom. Cole got up and told Phoebe to continue eating. He shut the door and locked it. One of the shelves had fallen off the wall, dumping towels to the floor. "Great." Cole said to himself. He picked the towels up from the floor then turned around.

                "Sorry about that. I ran into it." His father said while standing next to the shower. Cole was shocked that he would try to come right when Phoebe was in the other room, but then again, he appeared in the kitchen the night before.

                Cole open the door and looked at Phoebe. It looked like she had gotten up and put on a night gown while he was in the bathroom. She was eating but in a silk night gown. Cole smiled at Phoebe unsure what to say, but he said what came to his mind. "Honey, I'm going to take a shower."

                "Phoebe looked at Cole in a puzzled way. "You already took one, or why would you be dressed now?"

                Cole had to think for a second. He figured that phoebe knew something was wrong (which she did) "No, I just wanted to look appropriate since Paige was down there."

                Phoebe looked at Cole. "You didn't care last night while being in boxers and a T-shirt last night."

                "I was tired and didn't really care last night." Phoebe decided to leave Cole alone, she'd ask him more later.

                "Okay Cole, but if there is something I need to know, then you know you can tell me." Phoebe suggested. Cole smiled, trying to reassure her that nothing was wrong then he shut the door to the bathroom.

                His father was still in the same place. Cole started the shower water hoping that Phoebe wouldn't hear their conversation if the water was running.

                "What are you doing here? You're fucking going to kill me!"

                His father seemed calm. "What are you doing sleeping in the same bed with a witch?"

                "Why are you spying on me?" Obviously none of the questions were going to be answered.

                "Are you trying to gain their trust then backstab them?" His father asked trying to figure out Cole's motivations of why he was in the Manor.

                Cole was trying to regain trust, but never would he betray Phoebe. "Dad, it's called love."

                His father was thrown away by the answer. "What do you mean?"

                "The one you saw me in bed with, I'm in love with her."

                "They've done something to you." His father said.

                Now my father thinks that Phoebe and them cursed me. That's just great! Cole was thinking to himself. "No they haven't. I told you already, I've changed. I'm not a demon, I'm not bad. I want to spend the rest of my life with Phoebe Halliwell. I don't see how you don't understand that."

                His father looked like he was considering what Cole said. "No, no, no! Those damn witches have jinxed you and you don't know it. How can you be so blind Bal…Cole?"

                Cole walked over to his father and they were so close together that their noses almost touched. Cole pushed his hand against his father's neck, slightly strangling him. Cole realized his actions and was wondering if he was still evil. Cole wasn't even sure of what he was saying to his father was true. "I'm not what I used to be okay? I've changed. I don't want to be evil! I want my powers back but I would give anything in this world to be with Phoebe. That is what I want. I want you to leave me the hell alone! I don't need a father anymore." Cole's voice was low but harsh. He had gritted the words through his clenched teeth.

                His father looked afraid, and seemed to finally understand. "You want me to leave?" His father repeated.

                "Yes I do." Cole answered hoping not to regret his decision.

                "Cole, those witches…"

                Cole interrupted. "Those witches are my friends!" Cole snapped. He didn't see his father didn't understand.

                "Fine." His dad shimmered from the bathroom. Cole turned the shower water off and he looked at the mirror over the sink. He turned the faucets to release warm water. He cupped his hands together and splashed the water against his face. He looked into the mirror again. Was he good now? Could he turn evil again at any time even though he tried to convince himself that it wasn't possible?

                Cole's thoughts were interrupted after he heard a scream come from his room. It was Phoebe.

                "Cole!" Phoebe yelled. Cole ran out of the bathroom and into their room. He saw that his father's long bony fingers were wrapped around Phoebe's neck. The food was knocked to the floor. As Phoebe struggled to get away from Cole's father, Cole stood at the door. Frozen in fear, he was telling himself to go and protect the girl that he loved, but his body was doing nothing. Cole was shocked that his father resorted to this after hearing what Cole told him.

                Phoebe kicked the covers off her as she was gagging for air. She pulled her legs close to her then she kicked out with her right foot. His father was thrown to the floor. Phoebe turned and she began coughing finally getting the air she needed. Cole finally unlocked his body then he threw himself over his father. Cole pinned the man's left arm to the floor. Cole struggled with his other arm. His dad pulled his arm from underneath him and he held a sharp blade.

                "I'm sorry son, but they've gotten to you and this is my way of protecting you." And with that, he stabbed Cole right above his heart. Phoebe jumped out of the bed and kicked the knife from Cole's father hand. Cole fell back to the floor holding his wound.

                "Leo!" Phoebe called. "Piper!" Paige and Piper were already running up the stairs after hearing the commotion. Cole's father got up and blasted a fire ball at Phoebe. She levitated and dodged the ball but she was unprepared for the next one. It hit her and sent her flying against the wall. Her body slumped down, blood coming from her head. Phoebe was knocked unconscious. Cole too, was falling unconscious from the lose of blood. He lie in his own pool of blood trying to fight the death that awaited him.

                Leo, Piper, and Paige came running into the room. Leo spotted Cole with blood soaking his shirt. "Piper, Paige, you handle the demon! I'll get Cole." Leo rushed over to Cole and orbed him downstairs so that he'd have enough time to heal him. Cole's father turned around and blasted Piper with a charge of electricity. She was knocked to the floor.

                Paige saw the knife and held out her hand. "Knife." The knife appeared in her hand. She threw it and it landed in the man's leg, crippling him. He fell to the floor. Piper got up, but before blowing him up, the man said,
                 "Tell Cole I wanted to be the best for him." Piper threw her hands up, blowing his father up. The silver ring fell to the floor, replacing where there used to be the man. Leo orbed upstairs, Cole showing up behind him. Leo ran to Phoebe. He placed his hands above Phoebe's head. A yellow glow emitted over the wound, closing it.

                Phoebe opened her eyes slowly wondering what had happened. "Where is Cole?" Phoebe asked as her mind automatically replayed him getting stabbed. "Cole?" Phoebe got to her feet and ran over to Cole almost knocking Leo down. She kissed and hugged Cole, happy to see him alive. In the hug, she ran her fingers threw his hair.

                Piper and Paige smiled, but Piper knew who the demon was. She recognized him the night before. She didn't know whether she wanted to tell Cole that his father was gone, but she didn't have to after Cole's eyes wondered to the ring. Phoebe backed away as Cole picked the ring up. "He's dead isn't he?" Cole asked quietly, a lot of different feelings went through his body. Some happy that he didn't have to worry about being bothered by his father, but then sadness, that his own father was actually gone. But then there was another feeling that appeared after Cole picked the ring up. It was a feeling of wanting something; it wasn't Phoebe he wanted though. He wanted power back, the control of fear that he held over the demon world.

                Piper nodded not knowing what to say. "I'm sorry Cole." Paige said. She didn't know if she really meant it or if it was just the ritual of saying that when she knew something went wrong.

                "It wasn't your fault." Cole said. He wondered if it really was. Cole looked at the silver ring that he was holding in his hand. A weird glimmer went through Cole's eyes, only Piper noticed it.

                She put her hand out saying, "Cole give me the ring. We'll figure out a way to get the Source to destroy." Cole looked at the ring, regretting that he was giving such a powerful little thing.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I kinda feel like I'm writing the Lord of the Rings! Lol….well it'll be different from that for sure. The next chapter should be up soon. Oh and tell me what you think of it. I really want to know if I did the right thing of killing his dad this early.