(A/N: This was a story I had long forgotten about. I'm going back to a lot of my stories and rewriting them and/or adding to them if they aren't finished.
This story takes place right after the episode with the fake Phoebe… I don't remember the name of the episode so I'll check later.)
TEASER
Even though she had told she felt nothing time and time again she knew she did. How could she though? How could she even feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the man who had been trying to destroy their lives? She did though. It wasn't just sympathy though, it was concern and love. She would always love him and she had told him that a long time ago.
So why was she trying to convince him that it was different now?
Phoebe had watched as the shadow overtook Cole and took him into the Nexus and for a moment her heart seemed to stop in the dead silence that came over the Halliwell's manor. She had thought him to be dead. Although through all the trying and planning he had never actually stayed dead, she actually thought that was the last time she would see him.
But in a matter of moments he had appeared before her eyes. What was he hoping? Did he think she'd go running to him, cry on his shoulder and ask him to take her away.
It might have been what she felt at the moment, but she pushed all feelings of weakness towards Cole away and told him she had felt nothing.
She could see the tears and hurt welling up in his eyes. His hopes for the two of them slammed in the door. It was like a punch to the gut, to her, the way he look when he shimmered away.
Good had overcome evil once again but how long could she go on like this? How long would it be until either Cole destroyed them totally or they destroyed him? Her gut told her it wouldn't be long. She had really broke the man's heart. Phoebe knew she couldn't give up the fight though because Cole was evil. Her life and most importantly, her sister's lives depended on her fight against him.
It had felt so good to drive the knife inside the fake Phoebe, so good to watch her face wrench in pain for a moment before she had dissipated into thin air. Killing a demon was clean, but what he'd do to his ex would be much, much messier. He sat in the chair at the club for demons for a few moments, reflecting on the night and what Phoebe had told him.
She'd basically toyed with him, at least that was how he saw it. If he had thought he had had a chance with her previously, they were shattered when she had told him she hadn't felt anything when she thought he had died, and how she wouldn't when she finally killed him.
That was impossible though. She might be able to mask her feelings for him, not the fear of him.
Her and her sisters would die painful, miserable deaths he had promised silently as he took his last look at Phoebe.
Cole looked around the club and sighed. First he needed to get out of here and plan.
The Charmed Ones would be dead by the weeks end.
(I'm sorry to say my story wont make a whole lot of sense with recent events in Charmed so just remember this is pre Cole being vanquish and post Paige becoming a witch)
This story takes place right after the episode with the fake Phoebe… I don't remember the name of the episode so I'll check later.)
TEASER
Even though she had told she felt nothing time and time again she knew she did. How could she though? How could she even feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the man who had been trying to destroy their lives? She did though. It wasn't just sympathy though, it was concern and love. She would always love him and she had told him that a long time ago.
So why was she trying to convince him that it was different now?
Phoebe had watched as the shadow overtook Cole and took him into the Nexus and for a moment her heart seemed to stop in the dead silence that came over the Halliwell's manor. She had thought him to be dead. Although through all the trying and planning he had never actually stayed dead, she actually thought that was the last time she would see him.
But in a matter of moments he had appeared before her eyes. What was he hoping? Did he think she'd go running to him, cry on his shoulder and ask him to take her away.
It might have been what she felt at the moment, but she pushed all feelings of weakness towards Cole away and told him she had felt nothing.
She could see the tears and hurt welling up in his eyes. His hopes for the two of them slammed in the door. It was like a punch to the gut, to her, the way he look when he shimmered away.
Good had overcome evil once again but how long could she go on like this? How long would it be until either Cole destroyed them totally or they destroyed him? Her gut told her it wouldn't be long. She had really broke the man's heart. Phoebe knew she couldn't give up the fight though because Cole was evil. Her life and most importantly, her sister's lives depended on her fight against him.
It had felt so good to drive the knife inside the fake Phoebe, so good to watch her face wrench in pain for a moment before she had dissipated into thin air. Killing a demon was clean, but what he'd do to his ex would be much, much messier. He sat in the chair at the club for demons for a few moments, reflecting on the night and what Phoebe had told him.
She'd basically toyed with him, at least that was how he saw it. If he had thought he had had a chance with her previously, they were shattered when she had told him she hadn't felt anything when she thought he had died, and how she wouldn't when she finally killed him.
That was impossible though. She might be able to mask her feelings for him, not the fear of him.
Her and her sisters would die painful, miserable deaths he had promised silently as he took his last look at Phoebe.
Cole looked around the club and sighed. First he needed to get out of here and plan.
The Charmed Ones would be dead by the weeks end.
(I'm sorry to say my story wont make a whole lot of sense with recent events in Charmed so just remember this is pre Cole being vanquish and post Paige becoming a witch)