Chapter Four

Phoebe lay awake, thinking mainly about Cole. Catching up with her memories. She knew that he couldn't die. He was probably off being tortured or in hiding. Hiding. the mausoleum. That's were he used to hide, were she would find him. She sat up. She knew it was worth a try. Though it might be little more then a hope. She threw on some jeans and a T- shirt. She snuck down stairs. Her Light Jacket hung on the hangers. She put it on and grabbed her keys. She snuck into her car and drove off. She arrived a feeling in her stomach that she hadn't had sense the time he had gone to pose as a trusted brotherhood member. She went down the stairs slowly. Cherishing every step she thought might lead to him. When she reached the bottom she clenched her eyes closed. If she opened them he might be there with a smile, one that he saved just for her. She opened them. Nothing, she thought for a moment what if he was hiding thinking that she was a demon out to get him. She tip toed over to the coffin. She quick looked over it, Nothing. She walked over to his father's coffin she sat in front of it dusting of the name. James Turner (not sure I if that's the name) She traced the outline of it. She turned back towards it. Her eyes were watering. She gave out a quick sob and covered her face with her hands.

A dark room, with no light. A small flicker grows bigger. Then it flashes like a lightning bolt. In the small light a figure is contorted in pain. It's Cole. Then an older man walked up to him laughing at his pain.

Phoebe's eye open. The shock from the vision wears off. Phoebe stands up finally realizing the message of the premonition. Cole had been caught and now was facing punishment for his action of saving her. The look on his face flashed through her mind. She knew she had to help him, not because she wanted to be with him again, but because she cared, because she had loved him. Jason seemed like nothing to her compared to the feelings she had, had for Cole, and might have one day again. She stood up and walked firmly to the car. Anyone who looked at her would know that she was on a mission.

She opened the door. The smell of five o'clock was around her. No one in the house was up yet. She threw her jacket onto the couch. She went downstairs. She found a box that she was looking for under many other boxes. It was marked Cole's. She opened it in it were a small amount of his thing that she had retrieved from his apartment after he died the first time. She saw the thing she was looking for. One of Cole's old Jackets. She pulled it around her self. There was nothing warmer to her then a significant male in her life's Coat. She marched upstairs and into the attic. The book lay on the stand she had left it on. She opened it and flipped the pages. She saw a picture with the other man from her Premonition. Above the drawing was the word Avatar. She read the caption.

{I'm still working on a good way of putting this so don't hate me I don't know much about Avatars so I'm Guessing)

Avatars

Strong forces of Magic that can alter reality but can not affect feeling behold many other powers. Demon's call on them for help They are the "Elders" Of demons. They can not be killed. They can be called only by a demon.

Phoebe contemplated what she should do. She flipped through the book till she found a good demon to summon. She found a nice normal demon that sucks out eyes with its elbow. Then uses them to make more eyes. Phoebe made her Crystal circle. Then returned to the book. She chanted the summoning spell. A few seconds passed, a gust of wind flew through the attic. Soon the demon appeared in the circle. He cursed realizing were he had ended up. Phoebe walked slowly walked to the cage. He noticed something glinting from her hand. "What do you want of me?" The demon Growled. "I want you to summon an Avatar," She replied firmly. "Why would I do that for you?" The demon asked. "Well, one your trapped. and two," Phoebe smirked Opening her hand and throwing something at the force field. He yelled in agony and looked at the small polished rock Phoebe had thrown. "What's that?" He questioned. "A souvenir from a beach," Phoebe admitted, "If I throw anything at past those rocks that's what happens. Both side of it hence why you stay in," "I will not summon a Avatar for you," He Bellowed. "Wrong answer!" Phoebe smiled throwing another polished rock.

He screamed in pain once again, "I'm not going to tell you," Phoebe threw more rocks. When he still refused she repeated the process. "I'm not one to argue," He coughed, He closed his eyes. Phoebe raised an eyebrow, then threw another rock, "What are you doing?" He opened his eyes, "I'm Summoning an Avatar for you," "Oh Thanks," She smiled. She grabbed more stones and created another circle quickly. Seconds after she had completed it a large man appeared in it. The Avatar laughed, "That won't hold me witch!" He brook through it within seconds. He attempted to kick her but she maneuvered and grabbed his leg. When he tried to shimmer away she stayed with him. She appeared in a dark room, much like the one in her premonition. She saw a sparkle of light grow bigger around a man. She knew who he was.