Disclaimer: Don't own Charmed!
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been super busy. Hope you like this new chapter! By the way, my birthday is tomorrow, Wednesday, April 14.
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Cole lay beside a sleeping Phoebe, stroking her side affectionately and gazing down at her adoringly. Why the hell am I so happy? Cole thought. He had never been more confused in his entire life. Her mother set a curse on me, why should I feel anything for her? Why can't I stop thinking about her? I just started going after her because I want to be Captain? Oh God, why does this have to be so difficult? I sleep with her, gain her trust, betray her, live happily ever after as Captain, mused Cole. That plan was imprinted in his mind for so long, why did it have to feel so wrong, now that he was already half way done with it.
Phoebe began to stir beside him and a warm smile spread across his face as he kissed her shoulder delicately. Smiling back at him, Phoebe turned toward him and kissed his chest suggestively. I'm acting so out of character, Phoebe thought as she ran her hands through his thick chest hair. Looking up at him, Phoebe instantly knew why. I'm acting like this because of that smile, that goofy smile he wore after we were spent, Phoebe thought.
"So, how was last night?" Cole asked uncertainly, doubt crept into his heart and mind. For the first time, he hoped she had a good time being with him. Cole quickly crushed those unfamiliar feelings inside of him.
"It was... magical! You?"
"Yeah, it was great!" Cole answered, finding himself meaning it. He knew that she was more inexperienced than all the women he bedded but, she seemed to complete him and give him pleasure in the ways others couldn't.
Before any more words could be spoken or any feelings could be told aloud, Henry stalked into the cave, glaring at the two of them.
"Get dressed you filthy whore! I said get dressed you slut." Henry commanded.
Standing up defiantly and showing his manhood, Cole punched Henry across the face. "And I told you not to even look at Phoebe funny. You're just jealous because you could never give any woman any satisfaction with your puny dick, if you can call it that."
Phoebe slid her arms around Cole's waist, now fully dressed. She rested her head on his muscular back, as he began to relax against her. "Just let it go, Cole," Phoebe gently ordered. Cole listened to her and quickly retrieved his clothes, before once again placing his arms around Phoebe's waist protectively.
Henry had gotten to his feet at this point, and was wiping the blood from his jaw.
"You're just lucky Phoebe told me to lay off," Cole threatened with a I- want-to-kill-you-look across his face.
"Follow me!" Henry instructed, as they walked out of the cave and across the wretched room.
All the creatures, gathered around them leaving a narrow path for Phoebe, Cole and Henry to walk upon. As they walked past, it felt as if they were on death row and everyone was there either to celebrate the occasion or say their final goodbyes. The creatures' faces were completely distorted as if some were burned, others were missing a body organ or had it located in the wrong spot. They were all unique; you could never see the same face on another person. Each one was more grotesque then the previous one. The only thing they had in common was the drab, black clothing that was two times too big. No matter how small or how big they were, the outfits were always too big.
Finally erupting from that room, Cole, Phoebe and Henry stepped into the sunlight that poured into their eyelids like water into a faucet. Prue and Paige were already there, and looked happy to see Phoebe had made it out alive.
"Now, now, my dearest Phoebe. You have a decision to make, a very, very important one, one that could mean life or death," Henry stated in a calm voice. "Your options are... marrying me and become my queen, and your companions go home nice and safe... or stay with Cole in the Hell Room forever and... Paige here dies." Faster than lightning, Henry whipped out a knife and pressed it against Paige's throat. "It's your choice!"
"No, don't hurt her," Phoebe cried, leaping forward, but was held back by Cole.
"She could go home, if you just chose to stay with me."
"I hate you, I would never marry you!"
"Fine, then Paige dies!" Henry slid the knife back and forth on Paige's neck until blood dripped down. Paige's eyes were wide with terror and her bottom lip quivered. Suddenly, Henry stopped and turned to Phoebe. "Last chance!"
"I'll marry you, just don't hurt her," Phoebe said barely above a whisper.
"Sorry, darling didn't hear you!"
"I said I'll marry you!"
"Phoebe don't..." Cole pleaded, trying to grab her hand.
"I have to," Phoebe answered, stomping over to Henry.
"I'm glad you made the right choice!" Henry declared, letting Paige go and throwing the knife to one of his crew members haphazardly.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and women and men filed out of all the doors. They were carrying everything from wedding dresses to wedding cakes. The last man to come out was a priest; carrying his bible, he stood at the top of what seemed to be an aisle.
Time seemed to whiz past Phoebe and the next instant she was being carried down the aisle toward Henry in his tux and the priest that was fumbling through the pages of the bible. Two men hoisted her arms and carried her toward them as the music that's supposed to bring happiness, instead brought dread and fear. Dum, Dum, Dum Dum Dum, Dum, Dum, Dum. The music played over and over in her mind as the walk seemed to end too quickly for Phoebe.
She was placed aside Henry. Henry grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the alter. He whispered, "Try any funny stuff and Paige, Cole, and Prue all die." Pointing over to the three men that were holding them from behind and pressing blades against their throats.
"Cole... Paige... Prue..." Phoebe whispered with pleading eyes, as she gazed at them.
"Just go through it and they'll live to tell the tale," Henry answered, using a corny line.
Time passed by quickly once again, and it was finally time for the "I do's".
"Do you, Henry, take Phoebe, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" (A/N: If I'm missing something, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get finished with this chapter so I can post it.)
"I do," Henry answered.
"And do you, Phoebe, take Henry to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest questioned.
"I... I..."
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What do you think? Flames accepted. What will Phoebe do? It's my birthday, I'm so happy!!!!
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I've been super busy. Hope you like this new chapter! By the way, my birthday is tomorrow, Wednesday, April 14.
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Cole lay beside a sleeping Phoebe, stroking her side affectionately and gazing down at her adoringly. Why the hell am I so happy? Cole thought. He had never been more confused in his entire life. Her mother set a curse on me, why should I feel anything for her? Why can't I stop thinking about her? I just started going after her because I want to be Captain? Oh God, why does this have to be so difficult? I sleep with her, gain her trust, betray her, live happily ever after as Captain, mused Cole. That plan was imprinted in his mind for so long, why did it have to feel so wrong, now that he was already half way done with it.
Phoebe began to stir beside him and a warm smile spread across his face as he kissed her shoulder delicately. Smiling back at him, Phoebe turned toward him and kissed his chest suggestively. I'm acting so out of character, Phoebe thought as she ran her hands through his thick chest hair. Looking up at him, Phoebe instantly knew why. I'm acting like this because of that smile, that goofy smile he wore after we were spent, Phoebe thought.
"So, how was last night?" Cole asked uncertainly, doubt crept into his heart and mind. For the first time, he hoped she had a good time being with him. Cole quickly crushed those unfamiliar feelings inside of him.
"It was... magical! You?"
"Yeah, it was great!" Cole answered, finding himself meaning it. He knew that she was more inexperienced than all the women he bedded but, she seemed to complete him and give him pleasure in the ways others couldn't.
Before any more words could be spoken or any feelings could be told aloud, Henry stalked into the cave, glaring at the two of them.
"Get dressed you filthy whore! I said get dressed you slut." Henry commanded.
Standing up defiantly and showing his manhood, Cole punched Henry across the face. "And I told you not to even look at Phoebe funny. You're just jealous because you could never give any woman any satisfaction with your puny dick, if you can call it that."
Phoebe slid her arms around Cole's waist, now fully dressed. She rested her head on his muscular back, as he began to relax against her. "Just let it go, Cole," Phoebe gently ordered. Cole listened to her and quickly retrieved his clothes, before once again placing his arms around Phoebe's waist protectively.
Henry had gotten to his feet at this point, and was wiping the blood from his jaw.
"You're just lucky Phoebe told me to lay off," Cole threatened with a I- want-to-kill-you-look across his face.
"Follow me!" Henry instructed, as they walked out of the cave and across the wretched room.
All the creatures, gathered around them leaving a narrow path for Phoebe, Cole and Henry to walk upon. As they walked past, it felt as if they were on death row and everyone was there either to celebrate the occasion or say their final goodbyes. The creatures' faces were completely distorted as if some were burned, others were missing a body organ or had it located in the wrong spot. They were all unique; you could never see the same face on another person. Each one was more grotesque then the previous one. The only thing they had in common was the drab, black clothing that was two times too big. No matter how small or how big they were, the outfits were always too big.
Finally erupting from that room, Cole, Phoebe and Henry stepped into the sunlight that poured into their eyelids like water into a faucet. Prue and Paige were already there, and looked happy to see Phoebe had made it out alive.
"Now, now, my dearest Phoebe. You have a decision to make, a very, very important one, one that could mean life or death," Henry stated in a calm voice. "Your options are... marrying me and become my queen, and your companions go home nice and safe... or stay with Cole in the Hell Room forever and... Paige here dies." Faster than lightning, Henry whipped out a knife and pressed it against Paige's throat. "It's your choice!"
"No, don't hurt her," Phoebe cried, leaping forward, but was held back by Cole.
"She could go home, if you just chose to stay with me."
"I hate you, I would never marry you!"
"Fine, then Paige dies!" Henry slid the knife back and forth on Paige's neck until blood dripped down. Paige's eyes were wide with terror and her bottom lip quivered. Suddenly, Henry stopped and turned to Phoebe. "Last chance!"
"I'll marry you, just don't hurt her," Phoebe said barely above a whisper.
"Sorry, darling didn't hear you!"
"I said I'll marry you!"
"Phoebe don't..." Cole pleaded, trying to grab her hand.
"I have to," Phoebe answered, stomping over to Henry.
"I'm glad you made the right choice!" Henry declared, letting Paige go and throwing the knife to one of his crew members haphazardly.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and women and men filed out of all the doors. They were carrying everything from wedding dresses to wedding cakes. The last man to come out was a priest; carrying his bible, he stood at the top of what seemed to be an aisle.
Time seemed to whiz past Phoebe and the next instant she was being carried down the aisle toward Henry in his tux and the priest that was fumbling through the pages of the bible. Two men hoisted her arms and carried her toward them as the music that's supposed to bring happiness, instead brought dread and fear. Dum, Dum, Dum Dum Dum, Dum, Dum, Dum. The music played over and over in her mind as the walk seemed to end too quickly for Phoebe.
She was placed aside Henry. Henry grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the alter. He whispered, "Try any funny stuff and Paige, Cole, and Prue all die." Pointing over to the three men that were holding them from behind and pressing blades against their throats.
"Cole... Paige... Prue..." Phoebe whispered with pleading eyes, as she gazed at them.
"Just go through it and they'll live to tell the tale," Henry answered, using a corny line.
Time passed by quickly once again, and it was finally time for the "I do's".
"Do you, Henry, take Phoebe, to be your lawfully wedded wife, for as long as you both shall live?" (A/N: If I'm missing something, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get finished with this chapter so I can post it.)
"I do," Henry answered.
"And do you, Phoebe, take Henry to be your lawfully wedded husband, for as long as you both shall live?" the priest questioned.
"I... I..."
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What do you think? Flames accepted. What will Phoebe do? It's my birthday, I'm so happy!!!!