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CHAPTER 6
By the time Piper had driven into the driveway, Leo, Paige and Wyatt were walking up to the front door.
Phoebe was sitting on the couch in the sunroom, flipping aimlessly through the Book of Shadows, not really knowing what she was looking for, and trying to avoid the Belthazor page. She told the others what had happened to her, finding it hard to describe exactly how she had lived through being trapped in the lift with the demon and Jason, and yet not, looking to Leo for an explanation.
"I don't know what could have happened, Phoebe," he said, scratching his head, "Maybe this demon has the ability to manipulate time – that is a very specific power, and would make for a very strong, upper level demon. But she hasn't really offered any threat yet – no wait a minute," as all three girls started talking at once – "I mean, when she attacked here – she called it off, and let's face it, she could have killed us or taken Wyatt, or both, if she had wanted to – and Phoebe, she could have hurt you or Jason in the lift – but she didn't, and in fact she rearranged time so that you weren't exposed. I just have no idea what she is after, or why she wants to read your mind – perhaps the Elders might have something by now."
Piper snorted in an unladylike way, but for once did not voice her opinion of the Elders.
Phoebe sat on the sofa, biting her fingernails. "I know what she's after," she said, "She wants Cole – she wants to know what happened to him. I felt that she hates him, and is looking to finish him off – she doesn't believe he is vanquished and thinks I know where he is."
"But she must know he's dead," said Paige "If she's read your mind, she must know that."
"She read my mind in Wyatt's bedroom first," said Phoebe, "And I was thinking then of how he escaped from the Wasteland the first time. Maybe she thinks he's done it again."
"Well if he has, we don't know about it," said Piper irritably, "The guy has been out of our lives for 12 months – I can't believe that he is still causing grief. Hopefully this time, the demon bitch will believe you haven't seen him and will leave us alone. Or I, for one, will be looking to vanquish her sorry butt!"
The other three stared at her. "Well," she said defensively, "She came in here, and threatened my husband and my baby – and if she wants Cole all she has to do is go to the Wasteland and see if she can find his ashes! If she bothers you again Phoebe, tell her where to go."
Phoebe looked over at her older sister. "I didn't realize you hated Cole that much," she said quietly, and walked out of the room.
Piper looked at Paige, and then Leo. "What," she said, "All I said was..."
Paige came close to her, and put her arm around her. "Phoebe is just starting to grieve, now," she said. "And I think that maybe, we all have a little grieving to do. After all, Cole lived in this house with us for two years – and you knew him longer than that. Is that why you are being so ... so "her voice trailed off a little uncertainly.
"Oh crap," said Piper, and turned to follow Phoebe.
**** ****** ****
Jael looked around the hotel room in approval.
"This is much better than any of our inns," he said to Cole, who was sprawled out on one of the beds in the room. "Look, we can see the harbour from here. And this is great, I can turn the television set off and on with this device. There are so many different stations to watch – much better than what we get."
Cole made a face, and sat up. "This is only temporary," he said. "When we've cleaned up, and rested, we can start to make plans."
"I can't wait to have – what did you call it – a spa?" said Jael, playing with the remote control, and making the television change channels. "Good thing there was money still in that account."
"Yes, but it wont last forever. We can only stay here for a little while. Do you want to shower first?"
Jael agreed, but balked a little when Cole told him to shave off his beard. "I have been growing this for many years," he said stroking his hairy chin in affection.
"Well long beards like that are usually only worn by eccentric religious people, or somebody from ZZ Top," replied Cole. "I don't want us attracting too much attention, so get rid of it."
"ZZ Top?" asked Jael.
"Don't ask," said Cole laying back down on the bed, and throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can't believe how exhausted I feel. Have your shower, and let me sleep."
When he opened his eyes several hours later, a stranger was sitting on the sofa, avidly watching Star Wars, the Movie. He blinked several times, and then laughed as he recognized Jael – minus his long straggly beard and robes.
"You look completely different," he said to Jael, swinging his long legs off the bed, and swaying a little as a bout of dizziness suddenly hit him.
"About time you woke up – go and have a shower yourself, maybe you'll feel better," said the new, improved Jael, his clean- shaven face making him look years younger than before. "This is great, this movie."
Cole stripped off his clothes gladly, he had been wearing them forever, and stood under the steaming water, closing his eyes in bliss as the water sluiced over his body. He had missed this.
An hour later, they were sitting in a private corner in a little pasta restaurant, overlooking the harbor.
"We need to find out if I can get my powers back," said Jael. "I think I have read something about the Wasteland – I am pretty sure there are some manuscripts in the main Library. Can you get us back to the Underworld again?"
Cole nodded absent-mindedly – he was still feeling a little giddy and unwell, which was not something he was used to.
"Let's have a few days here," he said, "When we've recuperated a bit, we'll plan a raid on the main Library. No one will expect us there – we should be able to get in and out fairly easily. Then, once you know your way around up here, I'm going to go far away from this place, and try and start a life somewhere else!"
They continued their meal; oblivious to the looks they were receiving from someone sitting in the opposite corner of the restaurant.
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CHAPTER 6
By the time Piper had driven into the driveway, Leo, Paige and Wyatt were walking up to the front door.
Phoebe was sitting on the couch in the sunroom, flipping aimlessly through the Book of Shadows, not really knowing what she was looking for, and trying to avoid the Belthazor page. She told the others what had happened to her, finding it hard to describe exactly how she had lived through being trapped in the lift with the demon and Jason, and yet not, looking to Leo for an explanation.
"I don't know what could have happened, Phoebe," he said, scratching his head, "Maybe this demon has the ability to manipulate time – that is a very specific power, and would make for a very strong, upper level demon. But she hasn't really offered any threat yet – no wait a minute," as all three girls started talking at once – "I mean, when she attacked here – she called it off, and let's face it, she could have killed us or taken Wyatt, or both, if she had wanted to – and Phoebe, she could have hurt you or Jason in the lift – but she didn't, and in fact she rearranged time so that you weren't exposed. I just have no idea what she is after, or why she wants to read your mind – perhaps the Elders might have something by now."
Piper snorted in an unladylike way, but for once did not voice her opinion of the Elders.
Phoebe sat on the sofa, biting her fingernails. "I know what she's after," she said, "She wants Cole – she wants to know what happened to him. I felt that she hates him, and is looking to finish him off – she doesn't believe he is vanquished and thinks I know where he is."
"But she must know he's dead," said Paige "If she's read your mind, she must know that."
"She read my mind in Wyatt's bedroom first," said Phoebe, "And I was thinking then of how he escaped from the Wasteland the first time. Maybe she thinks he's done it again."
"Well if he has, we don't know about it," said Piper irritably, "The guy has been out of our lives for 12 months – I can't believe that he is still causing grief. Hopefully this time, the demon bitch will believe you haven't seen him and will leave us alone. Or I, for one, will be looking to vanquish her sorry butt!"
The other three stared at her. "Well," she said defensively, "She came in here, and threatened my husband and my baby – and if she wants Cole all she has to do is go to the Wasteland and see if she can find his ashes! If she bothers you again Phoebe, tell her where to go."
Phoebe looked over at her older sister. "I didn't realize you hated Cole that much," she said quietly, and walked out of the room.
Piper looked at Paige, and then Leo. "What," she said, "All I said was..."
Paige came close to her, and put her arm around her. "Phoebe is just starting to grieve, now," she said. "And I think that maybe, we all have a little grieving to do. After all, Cole lived in this house with us for two years – and you knew him longer than that. Is that why you are being so ... so "her voice trailed off a little uncertainly.
"Oh crap," said Piper, and turned to follow Phoebe.
**** ****** ****
Jael looked around the hotel room in approval.
"This is much better than any of our inns," he said to Cole, who was sprawled out on one of the beds in the room. "Look, we can see the harbour from here. And this is great, I can turn the television set off and on with this device. There are so many different stations to watch – much better than what we get."
Cole made a face, and sat up. "This is only temporary," he said. "When we've cleaned up, and rested, we can start to make plans."
"I can't wait to have – what did you call it – a spa?" said Jael, playing with the remote control, and making the television change channels. "Good thing there was money still in that account."
"Yes, but it wont last forever. We can only stay here for a little while. Do you want to shower first?"
Jael agreed, but balked a little when Cole told him to shave off his beard. "I have been growing this for many years," he said stroking his hairy chin in affection.
"Well long beards like that are usually only worn by eccentric religious people, or somebody from ZZ Top," replied Cole. "I don't want us attracting too much attention, so get rid of it."
"ZZ Top?" asked Jael.
"Don't ask," said Cole laying back down on the bed, and throwing an arm over his eyes. "I can't believe how exhausted I feel. Have your shower, and let me sleep."
When he opened his eyes several hours later, a stranger was sitting on the sofa, avidly watching Star Wars, the Movie. He blinked several times, and then laughed as he recognized Jael – minus his long straggly beard and robes.
"You look completely different," he said to Jael, swinging his long legs off the bed, and swaying a little as a bout of dizziness suddenly hit him.
"About time you woke up – go and have a shower yourself, maybe you'll feel better," said the new, improved Jael, his clean- shaven face making him look years younger than before. "This is great, this movie."
Cole stripped off his clothes gladly, he had been wearing them forever, and stood under the steaming water, closing his eyes in bliss as the water sluiced over his body. He had missed this.
An hour later, they were sitting in a private corner in a little pasta restaurant, overlooking the harbor.
"We need to find out if I can get my powers back," said Jael. "I think I have read something about the Wasteland – I am pretty sure there are some manuscripts in the main Library. Can you get us back to the Underworld again?"
Cole nodded absent-mindedly – he was still feeling a little giddy and unwell, which was not something he was used to.
"Let's have a few days here," he said, "When we've recuperated a bit, we'll plan a raid on the main Library. No one will expect us there – we should be able to get in and out fairly easily. Then, once you know your way around up here, I'm going to go far away from this place, and try and start a life somewhere else!"
They continued their meal; oblivious to the looks they were receiving from someone sitting in the opposite corner of the restaurant.
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